sometimes i am too lazy to write full fics, but i have ideas for dialogue/interactions/small scenes, and write them down. i wanna post some more often because i shouldnt feel obligated to only post things that are "finished" or "good enough" in my eyes.
anyways! blowjobs!! yay!! no idea when this was written bc its in a bigger doc that just has a bunch of random snippets of stuff lol
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Rating: Mature
Relationship: Soul Eater Evans/Maka Albarn
Tags: Dark Alternate Universe, Canon Typical Violence, Minor Character Death, Minor Original Characters
Summary: Soul is fed up with Maka’s recklessness, and is convinced it won't get them closer to their goals; Deathscythe status for him and 3 Star ranking for her. Their conflicting feelings on the subject simmer under the surface until they are pulled for their Ascension Assignment—they must fight and defeat a witch.
btw idk if i said but I finally came up with a Space Sci-fi Story. I’ve got like a 1/3 of the plot pretty solidly figured out and another 1/3 fuzzily outlined. Idk when I’ll get around to writing the damn thing but it’s in the early stages of existing 😊
sometimes i write things down or start something and then kinda forget about them or abandon them. i was going through my stuff from like 2024 to early 2025 lookin for more stuff i may want to redo/finish and im laughing at this one. where was i going with this? i have no idea. all i know is that damon was horny and had to make a break for it i guess LMFAO
Can I just say this was the hardest one dfkljg like they're in a relationship idk how kisses happen accidentally. I was thinking of doing one in their pre-relationship era but I just cannot realistically see it happening because I can't think of a way for it to happen LMAO
Prompt list // Others I've answered
5. Accidental kiss
Word count: 315
Divider credit
This is established relationship Kit and Damon :)
The kitchen smelled like burnt toast.
"I told you my toaster was broken," Kit said, waving smoke away from her face with one hand while the other reached for the window latch above the sink.
Damon was already there, appearing behind her. His arm stretched past her shoulder, fingers closing around the latch at the same moment hers did.
"I've got it—"
She turned her head to tell him she could handle it herself, thanks, but he was a lot closer than she thought. Their mouths collided. It was awkward. Their noses bumped and her teeth clacked against his bottom lip.
"Ow," she mumbled, pulling back an inch.
Damon blinked at her. His hand was still on the latch, his arm bracketing her against the counter. "You're a hazard to yourself, you know that?"
Kit felt the heat rise to her cheeks. "You were hovering."
"I was helping." He let out a huffed laugh. "Next time, you can just ask if you wanted to kiss me. I thought that we were past the awkward phase." He smirked and pulled her against him by her waist.
"Damon."
"Hm?"
"The window. I'd rather not set off the fire alarms in the entire complex."
"Drama queen." Damon loosened his grip, his fingers dragging slow across the fabric of her shirt before letting go entirely. His hand moved back to the latch and slid the window open. Cold air rushed in, clearing the smoke in lazy spirals.
Kit grabbed the burnt toast and sat it on a plate, waiting for it to cool off before she threw it away. She let out an annoyed sigh, one hand on her hip.
"So," Damon said from behind her, his voice edged with amusement. "Breakfast prep is going great."
She shot him a look over her shoulder, trying to suppress the smile tugging at her lips. "Get out of my kitchen, Salvatore."
The guy was harmless. That was the thing. Kit knew he was harmless the second he sat down next to her at the bar. Mid-twenties, kind of cute, nursing a beer and making small talk with her about the band playing next weekend.
She didn't mind. It was nice, actually. Normal. Someone treating her like a regular person in this town seemed rare these days.
"They're supposed to be really good," he was saying. "Cover band. They do a lot of 90s stuff. You into that?"
Kit shrugged and took a sip of her drink. "Depends on what kind of 90s stuff."
"Fair enough." He smiled. Easy, relaxed. "I'm Jake, by the way."
"Kit."
"Cool name. Is it short for something?"
She opened her mouth to answer, but then there was a hand on the back of her chair. A familiar presence sliding into the space beside her, radiating that particular brand of dangerous energy that she knew he had.
"Hey, sweetheart." Damon's voice was light and casual. He draped an arm over Kit's shoulders. "Miss me?"
Jake blinked, looking between them. "Oh. Uh. Sorry, I didn't realize she was—"
"It's fine," Kit said quickly. "We were just talking."
Damon smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. He turned to Jake, putting his hands on his shoulders. She watched as Jake's posture stiffened, his eyes locked on Damon's.
"You know what sounds like a great idea?" Damon said, his voice smooth. "Going home. Right now. I think you left the stove on."
Jake blinked a few times. He looked at Kit over Damon's shoulder with an apologetic smile. "I think I left the stove on at my place. I've gotta go." He stood up and left cash on the bar for his drink, then walked out of the Grill in a hurry.
Kit stared after him, then turned to Damon with a glare. "Seriously?"
"What?"
"You know what." She shoved his shoulder. "He was being friendly. You didn't have to—" She gestured vaguely at the door. "Use your… mind control… thing."
Damon slid into the seat that Jake had vacated, completely unbothered. "He was flirting with you."
"He was being nice, Damon. I know that's a foreign concept to you."
"Mm." He picked up Jake's abandoned beer, took a sip, and made a face. "Cheap taste. You can do better."
"I wasn't doing anything. We were just talking."
"Sure." He set the beer down, still not looking at her. His jaw was tight, only slightly. Most people wouldn't have noticed. Kit did, though.
She opened her mouth to call him out on his jealousy, but he was already moving. He took her chin with his fingers and kissed her before she could get a word out. She made an annoyed sound and felt him smile against her lips.
When he pulled back, his eyes were dark. "You were saying?"
Kit's face was hot. The Grill was crowded tonight. People probably saw that. He was staking his claim and she knew it.
"I hate you," she managed, but her voice came out breathless.
Damon's smirk widened. He brushed his thumb across her bottom lip. "No you don't."
She kicked him under the bar. He winked at her, then turned to flag down the bartender for another round.
Kit rolled her eyes, but when Damon's hand found her thigh, warm and possessive, she didn't push him away.