#very short

[womp-womp-waa]

"Mothers are humans who sometimes give birth to their pain instead of children"

At times Aiden couldn't help but feel bad for his mum. At times she seemed like a victim for having to deal with him.

On the day that he was born was the day that his mother stopped loving him. The minute she looked down at his crying face, she knew that she couldn't love him.

He was nothing more then a burden to her. Just another problem. Just another mouth to feed. Just another nuisance. That's all he was at the end of the day. A failure, disappointment, problem and so many more labels that Aiden couldn't think of. Maybe if he was smarter like Logan his mother would love him or if he was as sporty as Tyler. Or if he was as graceful as Ashlyn. Or if he was as kind as Taylor. Or if he was as responsible as Ben.

Maybe then he could be loved

[chongoblog]

i took a break from making mashups to rejuvenate and the fact this is the first thing i did speaks volumes

[sailor-aviator]

Viking!AU where the shieldmaiden says she "will not kneel for anyone". But she does love to kneel for her husband, Viking!Jake...

I was gonna write a one-shot for this, but we’re just going to talk about it instead because I think about it every day ngl probably because this was my area of focus for my minor lol

Imagine being a fierce warrior, a Viking, a shield-maiden. There aren’t many of you, but the few of you that there are command respect from the men around you. You aren’t a stranger to the ways of the rest of the world.

You know that the women of your culture are privileged in many ways, freer. You can choose your husband and divorce him just as easily. You can prove yourself in battle, earning your place in Valhalla alongside your fallen brethren and Odin, the Allfather, himself.

You kneel before no man.

Well, maybe just one.

Your lips pressed gentle kisses along the thighs of your husband, leaving a trail that led right to where he needed you most. His dick stood tall and thick against his stomach, the muscles in his abdomen tensing as you teased him, mouth coming so close only to be pulled away at the last second.

“Please,” he gasped, green eyes falling closed as his head fell back. Your fingers trailed up his thighs, scratching lightly at the skin as you smirked against him.

"What is it, my love?" You rasped, your smirk growing bigger as he let out a desperate whine, "what is it you want?"

"Your mouth," he gasped, eyes cracking open to fix you with a pleading look, lips parted in desperate pants. Your fingers gently wrapped around his length, stroking him slowly as he bucked up into your grip. You leaned forward, licking at his weeping tip and earning a low groan.

It made you feel powerful, knowing that this feared and respected warrior was reduced to a whining, babbling mess in your hands. You took him in your mouth, slowly taking more and more of him into your mouth until he bumped the back of your throat.

"Fuck!" He yelped, fingers gripping the bedspread in a death grip, one hand flying to tangle in your hair.

"Feel so good, my love," he groaned, hips lifting slightly. "Such a tight, wet mouth. By the gods, I'll never get enough of you."

You hummed at his words, the vibrations causing him to cry out once more, his hips bucking up into your mouth and sending more of his length down your throat.

You kneeled before no man, but your husband wasn't just any man, was he?

[helpinghanikan]

Don't take the warmth with you

Sum: A one shot where Tangerine has to leave for a job and you aren't too happy about that.

Tipsy on wine and drunk on lust you had fallen asleep late last night. Tangerine had done the same. The cool night had your man pressed to your chest, still smelling of sex and smiling from love.

It would take a truly cruel man to ruin this moment. So it shouldn’t be surprising that Lemon would be that man. His ring tone really was the only thing that would get Tangerine off the bed and sitting up at this hour anyway.

“What? Yeah, I know it’s you, what do you want, Mate?” Tangerine asks, sitting off the side of the bed. His back towards you.

In the low light of the bedroom Tangerine’s back was never ending. Without thinking you reach out and gently touch just above the small of his back. He barely acknowledged it; other than the tiny jolt his body gives at your hand’s initial touch.

“Of course we’re going today. Fuck, you really call me at-.” There’s a slight movement as Tangerine squints at his phone screen. “Four in the morning to ask me this?”

It’s hard, almost impossible, to roll your body over in bed. Pressing your face against his back and giving him a kiss. Your arms wrapping around his center in an embrace that he leans slightly back into. His free hand resting on your arms clasp tightly around his waist.

“We have hours before we need to be there, Lemon. The hell are you even awake for?”

More kisses are given to his back. Along with little nips that demand his attention.

“Are you shitting me?” Tangerine whisper yells, ripping himself out of your arms to start walking around the bedroom. “Fucking AM, fucking PM, give me a minuet.”

The aggressive slamming hanging up of Tangerine’s call is amplified in the quiet bedroom. Along with the rapid slamming of drawers and the gun safe Tangerine is currently digging through.

Half-awake and even less alive you manage to mumble out a “What?” before your face falls into the mattress.

“I’m so sorry, Darling,” He says, jumping up to pull his pants into position. “I got my departure time wrong and, yep, fucking late.”

He’s leaving. That wakes you up.

“Late? You’re already leaving?” You ask, already knowing the answer.

Even in the dark you could see the pause this gave Tangerine. He doesn’t stop moving but he does slow down. Finishing with his tie but taking a moment to come closer and kneel in front of you.

“I’m sorry, I am so sorry, Love.” He whispers. “It will be less then a week. Then I will take a break for just as long. For two weeks, a fucking month.”

Just like with his back you reach out and gently touch his dangling tie. Running the fabric through your fingers while he talks. Something to focus on other than your own disappointment or Tangerine’s sad eyes.

“Do you even need to go this time? Can’t Lemon do it himself? I mean, we really don’t even need the money.” You say, now holding his tie in almost a grip.

“First of all; Lemon isn’t going or doing shit without mean. And I personally like living in a penthouse with my bird dressed in pearls and rubies.” Tangerine retorts. Covering your tie holding hand with his own. “It’s gonna be two months, baby. And it’s gonna be the best two months of your fucking life.”

It doesn’t matter what you say or do now. Tangerine is leaving.

“And I get more pearls?” You ask, as if that were the only reason you were with Tangerine.

“I’ll find you a pearl the size of your head?” he promises, giving your hand a kiss on the knuckles.

“Okay, watch out for Lemon.” You say, immediately followed by a kiss from Tangerine.

It’s a hard and deep kiss the presses you back into the bed. The hold on his tie and an arm around his neck kept him close. When he releases your lips you simply hold him in a hug. Letting go of his tie and simply holding him tightly.

“I’m sorry…” Tangerine says, moving your arms from where they hold him.

“I know,” You give one smaller kiss before he leaves your embrace completely. “Be safe, watch out for Lemon.”

Tangerine smiles, grabbing his coat from the counter. “Always do. I love you, but I got a train to catch.”

[wordsbymae]

Late One Stormy Night Pt. 2

This is a continuation, including a large time jump, of my original farmer storyline, the canon events if you will. I would have loved to do this for flower seller and mousy au, however I feel it fits much better for the original farmer. I may do one for the other aus as well. Also this is just a short little snippet into where this reader ends up, I have spoken in depth about their life together, but this is years down the track, where pumpkin has finally given in.

Triggers: Pregnancy! FemReader, Stockholm syndrome ofc, reader has pretty much been brainwashed into being a perfect house wife, if you didn't know the context or if I didn't remind you within the text, it would seem like a nice love story. feminism please do not judge me

A kick against your belly halted your movements. A small smile etches across your face. You drop the washing you had just grab back into the basket that lay on the lush green ground beneath you. A gentle spring breeze floated past, bringing the scent of pine and grain past. The babe in your belly has only just started to move within you. You had yet to fully comprehend that life, a new being, was growing within you. Another kick, against both your belly and hand this time, brought a giggle to your face. The sound of tyres on dirt brought your attention to your husband pulling up in front of the house. Your giggle faded. You didn't like remembering the time before you were allowed in the house, the time you spent huddle within a stable in the barn. When you fought against his every action and offer of affection. Now, after finally putting your pride aside, you were happy. It took years, but you finally content by his side. It was so long ago know that you couldn't even really remember how you came across him. All your remember is rain, and that is all you could begin to remember before the memories fell apart like ash.

You begin to make your way to your husband, pushing aside the laundry drying along the washing line. The sun beamed down with kindness, bringing a subtle warmth across your skin.

You stopped a few metres away from him, watching as he jumped out of his pick up truck, a wide smile on his face at the sight of you.

"Well good afternoon to you pumpkin, how you feeling? That boy of mine not giving you trouble?" he greeted, turning to the tray of the truck, grabbing from it a large wooden log. He huffs as the weight of the log pushes against his shoulder.

"I'm feeling fine" you laugh, it was a game of yours to count how many times in one day he asked how you were feeling. This was his 10th ask of the day.

"We don't if its a boy yet. Could be a girl" you offer with a smirk. He was convinced it was a boy.

"Nope" he states as he walks towards the work shed, you follow behind him, begging for attention. Ever since the barn, you've been so desperate for affection.

"In the last five generations of my family, there hasn't been one girl born" he drops the log down in the dirt next to his wood working station. You pout, wondering how that is even possible and also wondering why he had a massive log to begin with.

"what's the log for?" you ask.

He turns back to you with a lazy smile, wiping sweat from his brow and he takes his hat off.

"A crib" he beams. Delight dancing in his eyes.

"Oh, that makes sense" you mutter. Your eyes begin to slowly blink in exhaustion. Carrying a baby isn't easy.

" Come on pumpkin, lets get you to bed" he drawls, grasping your hand with a gentle touch. So very different from how he used to touch you when you first arrived.

You nod lazily, still surprised with how quickly sleep comes to you these days.

"That boy of ours sure likes to cause trouble huh? He's gonna just be like his daddy, although I'm hoping he's gonna look like you sweetheart." he muses, a hand coming down to trace your belly as you walk.

The farmer smiles once more. Everything he ever wanted he has. A beautiful wife, the perfect family and more hopefuly to come after this one. He chides himself for the years spent alone, angry at the world and himself. That whole time he could have had this, a place within a family. But he wouldn't change anything, not the timing or the place. You came to him at the perfect time, you were everything he ever could have wanted and more.

He thanks himself for having the courage to take what he saw as his.

[marlynnofmany]

Hands-Free

“Are you going to want help installing all these?” I asked, opening another case of engine rings. I had no idea which part of the spaceship’s guts these actually went into; they were about three feet across, an inch thick, and made of some plasticky red stuff that was above my pay grade to define. All I knew was there was a lot of them, and we only had one engineer.

“No thanks,” grumbled Mimi, the octopus-looking guy with the voice like a gravel road. “This is a tentacles-only kind of operation.”

“Really? What’s the difference?” I was curious now. “Do you have to use specific tools, or reach into tight crevices?”

“Crevices,” he said, checking the label on the box. “These have to fit snug, and they go somewhere you people with fingers can never manage to reach.” He gave one ring a judicious whack against the floor, then tossed it back into the box.

I huffed in mock offense. “I’ll have you know I’m very flexible for my species.”

“Sure you are,” he chuckled. “Not your fault you’re held back by all those bones. And you only have two arms! I don’t know how you get by.” He started looping tentacles around the rings in a different box, gathering an impressive number of them.

“Just fine, thank you,” I told him. “Two arms is plenty.”

“Yeah? Carrying just a couple things at once? Must be a simple life.”

I took the hint, digging into the box for more rings. “Who says I can only carry two at once? Look how many I can fit over my nice long arms.”

“Yes, yes, good job. Put ‘em over there.”

“And I can hook them over my shoulders,” I continued as I deposited my armload where Mimi had pointed. “Heck, these are big enough that I could just stand inside a stack of them, and hold them all from the bottom. Oh! And—”

“Here, these too.”

“And,” I repeated, “I can even carry one without my arms or shoulders.”

“Yes, I know you have tiny fingers on your feet,” Mimi said, unimpressed.

“No, not like that!” I set down the other stack. “I’ll pick it up with my hands, then only touch it with my torso! Think I can do it?”

He struck a pose lounging on the floor with one tentacle against his head, looking dramatically bored. “Wow me,” he grated.

I hadn’t used a hula hoop since I was a kid, but I wasn’t going to let that stop me. With all the flair of a carnival magician, I grabbed a ring and lifted it over my head, braced it against one hip, then spun it and did my absolute best to keep it from falling.

I managed about three seconds, which I consider a major success.

Finally it hit the floor. “Ta-da!” I said, hands in the air.

Mimi got up and deadpanned, “Wow.”

“Ah, you’re no fun.”

“I’m sure that is immensely practical on a day-to-day basis,” Mimi said. “A fine consolation for being unable to reach around three-bend corners.”

“Oh sure,” I said, stepping out of the ring and picking it up again. “You can do that, but can you make this love you?”

I gave the ring an underhanded throw towards the hallway, with a twist to make it spin madly. It bounced twice, still spinning, then rolled back to my waiting arms.

A voice from the hallway shouted, “What was that?” Paint stuck her lizardy snout around the corner, and was utterly flabbergasted when I did it again. “How did you do that? Can you teach me?”

“See, she’s fun,” I said to Mimi. “Sure thing, Paint!”

“Well sure; she’s got fingers too.” Mimi waved a tentacle and went back to sorting the boxes while I showed Paint how to use vital engine components for childhood tricks.

~~~

The ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book. More to come!

[throneofsapphics]

sweet dreams

Rowaelin x Reader

Summary: Aelin has a wet dream.

Warnings: pure smut, that's it

Aelin must’ve been having some kind of exciting dream, because you woke up to her half draped over you, her nightgown bunched up on one side, where she was quite literally grinding into your bare thigh, her wet arousal starting to cover it. 

“Aelin,” you whispered quietly, answered by sleepy moans and - was that your name?

“Let her sleep,” Rowan’s warm breath fanned against your neck, and his hand carefully - so not to disturb Aelin, slid between your thighs. 

His other arm slid under your neck, hand coming around to cover your mouth, “don’t wake her,” he wanted, and easily slid one finger inside you as you desperately tried to stifle your own moans. 

You felt Aelin’s thigh clench against your own, and recognized the signs of her quickly approaching orgasm. Rowan doubled his efforts, knowing exactly how to work your body, and you finished seconds before her. 

Even in her sleep, she came loudly, and part of you was very satisfied it was your name rolling off her lips. 

Rowan uncovered your mouth, sliding his finger out as well. “Sweet dreams, princess?” 

Aelin’s eyes blinked open, a sleepy and utterly satisfied smile on her face. She glanced where your bodies joined, unashamedly. 

“I’d say so,” she murmured, reaching across you to scratch her nails down Rowan’s chest. He went rigid beneath her touch. 

Those beautiful eyes peered right into your own as she ground into your thigh, one hand reaching over to palm Rowan - who let out a loud groan. “Round two?” she asked with a smirk. 

“Insatiable,” you clicked your tongue.

[inbabylontheywept]

The first time you realized there was something strange about the new hire was when you learned his age.

In your defense, it’s never been easy to guess the age of an alien. The wrinkles on a trylian might smooth out over time, while for a human, they arrive piecemeal. Apparently, they don’t get their full set until well past their first century, and it’s rare for one to make it past their second.

So they were a young species, and this one in particular was basically a child. Smooth as flimsy, younger than your own youngest. It was rare for someone in engineering to be below seventy, but from what you’d heard, this one was in his thirties.

It stood out to you. Not so much that you spent long moments thinking about it, but enough that it caught your attention.

Enough that you kept looking.

---

The second time you realized there was something strange about the new hire was when you mentioned the latest ship to get lost mid voyage. He’d looked up at you with those disturbing, forward facing eyes - predator's eyes - and you saw something like dread shine out. A strange dread though, not one you recognized. Not a self-preservation but something deeper and harder and far more desparate.

Then he’d rambled off more details about it than you knew yourself. The ship number, the crew, the last maintenance it had. The most likely cause of failure - improper upkeep of the cooling fins.

Afterwards, he did this every time there was an accident. It was like he’d been waiting for you to bring it up, and now that you had he could finally share this secret obsession with you. It worried you sometimes: There was clearly something lost in the abyss that he couldn’t help gazing after.

(But even then, you knew better than to ask.)

---

You didn’t mean to find the third realization.

You’d stopped by his workstation to ask him a question about the b-dot in the ship’s klystron messenger. He’d left his computer open, and more importantly, his browsing data. You didn’t have to search it to see the ship he’d been looking up. It was a standard freight hauler, carrying ice back and forth between stations back in the Sol system.

You saw the repair history for the ship at that moment, and it still didn’t click. Improvements to the hull. Upgrades on the b-dot sensor. A full rework of the cooling fins.

It wasn’t until a few days later, when you found yourself looking up the same ship again, scratching at that mild curiosity, that you connected the dots.

The service history, the repairs, the destinations - those were all red herrings. It was the face of that ship’s captain that you recognized. The same face as your coworkers, but somehow even younger. Lighter. Shining and joyful and weightless.

Family.

You kept it secret because it felt secret but you never forgot. Long after that job, long after that ship was slag waiting to get recycled, you still remembered that final epiphany. And perhaps more important, you remembered that desparate, dreadful look back when you mentioned the first lost ship.

[markus-h]

maybe the ones on the Jupiter enjoyed the view too

[a-l0v1ng-str4ng3r]

Workday with Bo

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SFW Content. THIS DOES NOT MEAN MINORS ARE ALOUD TO READ THIS. PEOPLE UNDER THE AGE OF 18 ARE NOT ALOUD TO INTERACT WITH THIS COMMUNITY.

For those who ARE above 18 you may continue reading

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You worked at home which meant that -without fail- you were bothered by Bo every ten minutes. It doesn’t sound that bad, but when you have a whimpering dog in your lap looking up at you with those puppy eyes. It sometimes gets annoying.

You rested your hand on Bo’s head fondling his hair and ears. He began to whimper knowing you were absently minded doing that to him. It had only been three hours since you had gone online. You were currently working on a project which meant you would probably spend another five to six hours on your computer.

“Bo, I know you don’t like when I work but I need you to stop whimpering.” You ordered gently. You looked down to see the poor dog, man, thing(?) staring back at you putting his puppy eyes at work. His bright blue eyes practically pouring into yours. Once he realized you were having any of his shit his body tensed up.

“But puppy!!! I want you to focus on me! I want you undivided attention, and don’t say in a few minutes because we BOTH know that you’ll be on that computer for more that ‘a couple of minutes!’” He frowned, furrowing his eyebrows. He was so jealous of that computer of yours. If he could he would smash it into a million pieces but he knew that you would get furious with him and go get another one anyway! Believe me he’s already tried once.

You sighed, “I know, but it’s what pays the bills does it not?” you continued with your work once more moving files here and there. He was beyond irritation now. He could just break that computer once more. He stood up and slammed that computer with your hands escaping the scene as quickly as possible. 

“Bo? I need to do my work.” You glared at him waiting for him to release his hand on the computer. He certainly did return that glare, even growling a little. His look was full of annoyance, want, and impatience. You sighed. You supposed work could wait a little bit.

“Fine, what do you wanna do first?” you pushed your roll-y chair back as you saw your favorite boy pipe up. 

“W-Wait seriously?!” He smiled ear to ear, his tail knocking things over on your desk. His heart swarmed with happiness. You were finally his now. He had your full attention. He was so happy he could start jumping up and down if he didn’t care if he would be embarrassed after.

He flung towards you, jumping on you. He couldn’t help himself. Wrapping you in his big arms he lifted you up and sprinted you towards y’all’s bed. He was now commissioning a cuddle session. 

He laid you down and went over to your chest of drawers. He grabbed fluffy socks and headed to the bathroom. The rustling of machines could be heard and then your hair dryer was turned on. He had seen you do it for him for when he had gotten sick. You put the entrance hole of the sock on the smaller side of the hair dryer and got it warm. 

He finished the task successfully feeling accomplished he came back to see you getting redressed in some comfier clothes. Specifically your onesie that you got to match with him. It was a dog themed suit, with a tail and everything. 

“Hey puppy! You match me!” He chuckled, pulling you into a hug from behind. He showed you the socks he heated up for you.

“I got you these so you don’t get cold, not that you should get cold from me cuddling you for the next few hours.” He smiled snuggling into your neck. He pushed you and him down onto the bed once more. “Here, as a token of my love~” he practically purred, giving you the socks, smiling a little smugly. You snickered and put on the socks taking your other ones off, throwing them off somewheres in the room to be forgotten until morning. 

He curled up on you; warmth spreading across almost every inch of your body. You were in between melting and freezing up. You soon rested in his arms as he began to play with your hair whispering sweet little nothings in your ear.

“Oh God, you really don’t understand how much you mean to me. You’re so beautiful, and so soft. I'm so happy that I get to have you in my arms.~” You looked up to see the blue blush of his flushed across his face, his eyes droopy laced with love. He kissed you. His lips interlocking with yours, your leg reaching over his body growing closer to him. He pulled away and looked down to meet your eyes.

He loved you so so much. He didn’t know how else he could explain it to you without making you a mess for him. Although the sight was nice, seeing you all mush for him. But today would be a little different.

He littered your face with kisses not a single centimeter was kept untouched from his lips. He could see how much of a wreck you were becoming just from that alone. He smirked. Today would be the day where he shows you how much he appreciates and loves you without making you a thoughtless mess.

[acapelladitty]

electroshock therapy with the good dr crane?

Short and nasty! TW for consent apply 🕊🎃

Fully restrained on all fours, the electrodes which pressed harshly against your temples were a constant source of terror as you awaited the next burst of electricity. Your mouth stretched painfully open by the o-ring gag which kept your teeth away from the delicate skin of your tongue, your eyes streamed freely as fat tears rolled down your cheeks.

"The patient is learning quickly." Crane grunts and you keen out a whimpered noise of distress as his hand collides with the exposed skin of your ass, his cock still buried so deep within your aching sex that you can feel the burn of the stretched skin with every small movement. "Perhaps her treatment is working better than expected."

A blinding pain arcs through your skull as Crane's fingers press unseen at the button to deliver a fresh electroshock, the intense agony making your body seize in position as your teeth clamp down on the unyielding gag. It's over just as quickly, with your vision swimming dangerously as your head lolls to the side, unable to support itself as it throbs in pain.

"So tight as your body spasms around my cock." Crane grunts and his thrusts are merciless and cruel as he attempts to drive you through the floor you were restrained atop. "It would be so easy to let the machine run and turn you into a broken little doll, something that exists only to fuck and follow instruction."

The temptation is there in his tone as he muses on your fate softly and you only hope that he'll finish quickly before the temptation to indulge those more sadistic considerations grew too appealing.

[nobody-writes-stuff]

Conversation I had that I think fits with jegulus (without the context)

James: Aww babe, love you!

Regulus: I tolerate you too, I guess.

James: Sure babe.

Regulus: *rolls eyes*

[july-angel-wings]

Stranger-Part 1

Masterlist

Prequel to What A Meeting

Any! Link x Female! Reader

Short Story Prompt: She was a stranger in a very strange land...

~~~

(Y/n) was a stranger in a very strange land...

You could see the strange creatures by the side of the dirt road you were walking on... A strange little leaf creature was flustered when it saw you staring and ran away deeper into the forest. You didn't chase after it for fear of a trap or going off the path you were taking.

You remember how you got here. You were taking a hike into the mountains before a loose rock made your foot slip. Rolling down the hill, you came to a stop and when you cough out the dirt, you were stunned at the change of scenery. Around you, you were in a grassy plain and were certainly NOT in the mountains anymore.

Sighing, you try to look for anybody to ask for information. With only a bag of hiking supplies in hand, you would be fortunate to at least know where you were!

A neigh from behind made you turn around...

"You alright there, miss?"

[lovelysheree]

Whatever Else Is Left

Here's a little snippet! Putting it below the cut since there's some bad language.

Callum slumped into his driver’s seat and let his head fall against back of the headrest. He stared blankly out the windshield for a moment.

“Fuck,” he whispered angrily, a tight bubble of heat rising to his chest. The curse did little to cool it. “Fuck!” he said again, hitting his steering wheel. A pause. Then, “Fuck fuck fuck fuck,” he hit it repetitively while he yelled, “fuck fuck FUCK—”

On his last hit, his car horn blared, causing some students walking by to jump and look strangely at him. “Shitshitshit,” he panicked, waving apologetically at them. He rolled down his window to say it was an accident, but it got stuck an inch down. Of course, he thought, trying the button a few more times but it didn’t budge. He craned his neck up toward the opening, hoping they’d hear him. “Sorry!” he said, “That was an accident!”

One waved as they walked by, smiling worriedly at him in response. The others tossed judgmental glances and moved on. He clicked the window button to roll it up but that didn’t work either. “Are you serious?” he groaned, his cheek falling against the hot glass. He could already feel the summer heat trickling into his car.

[desiredcaramellatte]

Have a short little one shot I wanted to write of reader challenging Capsaicin to a spicy chili eating competition because ig they had a death wish or something

I wanted to do some practice with oneshots and also write for Capsaicin so yeah, enjoy!

Hope I portrayed him correctly hhh I tried

Your mouth was on fire.

Okay, maybe not on fire, but certainly close.

Maybe it was a bad idea to challenge the cookie literally based on the hottest substance known to a chili-eating competition. Not to mention that fact that Capsaicin’s appetite was rarely ever rivaled- and boy could he scarf it down.

It started out as just a simple chili, nothing too spicy in it, but it had evolved as far as putting a bunch of hot peppers and paprika into the mixture. Capsaicin was perfectly fine with it, even quite happy.

“Come on, aren’t you gonna finish?”

You glanced over, seeing a smirk lacing the demon-like cookie’s features as he watched you. In front of him sat an already empty bowl. The two of you had literally just gotten this serving a minute ago.

You groaned, pushing your own serving away from you. You had only taken a bite of it and it had completely lit up your mouth- you had even chugged the glass of milk you had prepared in case things went this far.

“Aww, no? Guess this means I win.” Capsaicin determined with a look of pride, before reaching over and grabbing your bowl. He tossed the spoon aside, lifting it up into the air with his head tilted back and literally chugging the chili.

“Show off.” You grumbled in response, and Capsaicin laughed once he put the bowl back down.

“There’s a reason I’m known as the Spice Overlord, munchkin. Don’t forget it, either!”

[kittykittyanon]

if we were irl friends:

Imagine us laying on your bed during a sleepover, it's late and night and we're snuggled together (i love physical affection) and if you're cool with it I would be lile twirling one of your curls with my fingers.

Suddenly I would say the most depressing shit like, "Sometimes I wonder if everyone in the world hates me but then I remember you, and realize that if everybody in the world hates me at least I have you."

Of course you would probably stare at me like 😧 "what the fuck Amor"

And then a few seconds later I would say the most inappropriate shit like the mood swinging teen I wm ,"The things I would let Leo do to me 😏😏" (which would be a joke btw)

woahzaz,, that was fast!! /pos!! and—

—OMIGOSH OMIGOSH OMIGOSH YESSSSSSSS. GAHHH!!! I LOVE THIS SM AMI!!! i was actually gonna add a bit related to this (deep talks, i mean) to the hcs but i didn't know if you were cool with it so i ended up scrapping it,, but now that i have confirmation i am ready to go WILD. (LETS GOOO MUTUAL LOVE OF PHYSICAL AFFECTION RAHHHHH) (other hcs here)

and i love those types of suggestive jokes,, they're so fun — especially when it's with someone who can match it LMAO

song for this: Thérèse by Maya Hawke!! and the other hcs gave me Warsh_Tippy and Zelda by Whatever, Dad vibes but i forgot to put it at the end of them (*ﾉ∀`*),,,, tags: @ziipzeepzop-eez cause you wanted to see it (*/▽＼*) !!

imagine under the cut!!

we'd tuck into eachother, comfortably tangled in a nest of limbs; my head would lay on your chest, mindlessly scrolling though my phone on one hand, the other resting by your side. your hand in my hair, the atmosphere cozy and the lights off, room only lit up by the faint blue light emitting from my phone, it was a comfortable end to the day filled with excitement. your chest would rise and fall with each breath and i'd hear you sigh, the first sound you made in a while. perhaps you were thinking.

"sometimes i wonder if everyone in the world hates me, but then i remember you, and realize if everybody in the world hates me atleast i have you."

the room falls silent again. what? where did that come from? my thumb pauses mid-scroll, hovering in the air above my screen. my hand is still. yours is not.

despite the absolute bombshell of a sentence you dropped on me, my curls are still twisted and twirled between your fingers, undisturbed in their pursuit.

i don't know what to say.

"... there's no way everyone in the world hates you. you're not hate-able, amor." i'd murmur, a dry attempt at making you laugh. i don't think it worked.

"you're loved. and not just by me. anyone who says otherwise is factually incorrect and i will, uhm... commit... some sort of crime to stop 'em." that one pulls a slight amused huff out of you, and relief pools in, atleast i managed to get you to smile, "but... i'm glad you know i love you."

there's a pause, an intermission; your hand would rest in my hair and we'd be unmoving, still, content to sit in each other's company. a comfortable silence.

...

"the things i would let leo do to me..." you'd snrrk, and i'd hold back my giggles, but let a few slip through anyway.

"you when leonardo," i'd turn my phone to face you, showcasing a silly meme that made me think of you, and in moments we'd burst into laughter, filling the quiet of the room with a lighthearted atmosphere once again.

"anyways DONNIE WANTS ME FRFR 😍😍😍🤩🤩🤩🤪🤪🤪🤪💥💥💥—"

taa-daaa!! that's it for this imagine :PPP eueuegdgejdgh it's my first time writing where it's with a hypothetical scenario and i'd have to use "would" so my apologies if there was an overuse of the thingy "'d" !! if you have any criticisms or things you noticed that i have to improve on,, pretty please share!! i wanna improve (ノ*°▽°*) !! ((and about the donnie thing,, that was a joke too LMFKAKAO))

for extra hcs related to this,,

we'd definitely have deep talks at the randomest of times. like we could be eating snacks while watching a show or a movie and the conversation (originally discussing said piece of media) would swerve into our beliefs and ideologies and we'd dig into our childhoods and how it affected us and our behaviors and just as quick as the topic derails it goes right back to being silly again

feels like the kinda friendship you can share anything in. like one of us could share a piece of jaw-dropping, tear inducing, heart breaking trauma or one of the most embarrassing things we had ever done and there would be zero judgement.

where if you're comfortable, then i'm comfortable, and we do whatever we want together without fear of weirding the other out.

"kitty, what's the meaning of life? why are we here? what's our purpose?" "i dunno. but i pet my cat, ate a sandwich, and i hung out with you. i think that's enough meaning for today." "oh." a moment of silence. "... wanna play just dance?—" "is that even a question—"

we wouldn't even be able to finish a song 'cause we'd laugh so hard we'd end up on the floor.