#【 drabbles. 】 — ❝ i peel layers of my thoughts. ❞

[rifleseye]

It comes in waves.

First, this:

You are asleep, the day prior exhausted you to your spark and you only wished for some time for yourself. Time to recuperate. You've been trying to get better at it — the best way to keep one's mind sharp is with remaining mindful of the body's needs. You've struggled with that since the Wreckers.

You sleep late. Far later than you usually would. You check the date and you frown to yourself. It will have been... how many years? Since that fateful day. You sigh to yourself and sit up.

And it is here you begin to worry. You feel the world around you move in a blur, your eyes struggle to focus. Fatigue hits you all at once. The last time this happened you ended up laid up in medical for weeks, the invasive surgery to repair your spark chamber took a lot out of you.

You check your vitals, keep track of your spark's rhythmic rotations within its chamber. Slightly elevated, but no arrhythmia. You're about to call up medical to get a checkup when it hits you next.

Hard coded, lining your body, scarring your inner mechanisms, your head aches. Worse yet you feel your emulator kick in. Lines of code. You've lost control. No no no.

You're back with the Wreckers. Kup is still getting used to his new body and you pace anxiously as the others free your teammates. They look terrible and you should be giving them a once-over before leaving. You don't, however, as you're soon found.

You need to do something with your hands. You need to be useful.

You secure the lock and you're mid-sentence when they stop trying. When they—

There is a hole in your chest.

Spark shrinking.

Spark shrinking.

Hole in chest. Useless. Helpless.

Pain. Pain. Pain.

Spark shrinking.

Emergency Protocol.

Need to survive.

Wanted to travel.

Wanted to learn more.

Helpless. Helpless. Helpless.

Where did they go? Where did they go? Where are they going?

Helpless. Helpless. Helpless.

You're still here.

Spark shrinking.

You're still alive.

Stop shrinking.

You're still alive. Where did they go?

Helpless. Helpless. Helpless....

Hard coded, lining your body, scarring your inner mechanisms, your head aches. Worse yet you feel your emulator kick in. Lines of code. You've lost control. No no no.

You're back with the Wreckers. Kup is still getting used to his new...

[lotusbxtch]

Juno

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!Reader Word count: 2.2k (lol this was supposed to be a drabble) Rating: Explicit - 18+, MDNI

Summary: Your honeymoon with Joel is off to a bang.

Warnings/tags: honeymoon sex (it’s very feral), unprotected PIV sex (they’re trying to get pregnant but be smart IRL!), oral sex (m and f receiving), big fat breeding kink, pussy pronouns, creampie, cumplay, mentions of foreplay over the clothes, sort-of/accidental voyeurism, very loud sex, rough sex, mentions of marriage/family planning/birth control use, dom!Joel, feral!Joel, references to pregnancy, no outbreak!AU, cursing (but honestly swear words should be the least of your worries for this story lol), Reader is female, has hair that is long enough to put into a ponytail, and able bodied but otherwise not described (it’s you, boo!), no use of y/n

a/n: This is what happens when a horny invasive thought is allowed to take root in my brain. My darling menace @for-a-longlongtime sent me this Reel and it made me… think about things. Combined with the inspiration of the song Juno by Sabrina Carpenter, this is FILTH. Just… filth. But since @mountainsandmayhem and @alltheirdamn literally begged me to write this, here you are, written in a near-fugue state. Not beta’d, we’re doing this thing unprotected, just like Joel lmao. Banners by @saradika-graphics.

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a/n pt 2: psssssst. Do you like Joel Miller? Do you want *more* Joel Miller? How about a series where not only Joel is your husband, but Frankie is your boyfriend? If so, tap here for SoCal to NorCal, my ongoing series!

I should have closed that damn sliding door.

You knew exactly what was going to happen as soon as you stepped foot into the immaculate, stylish Greek vacation suite you’d booked for your honeymoon with your new husband, Joel Miller. You’d spent the long flight teasing each other incessantly - the lightest of caresses, lingering kisses, surreptitious groping and heavy petting under the luxe blankets afforded to you by your first class seats. Joel couldn’t keep his hands off you most days, but now, fresh from your beautiful wedding as his darling wife? He was absolutely insatiable.

Joel had barely shut the front door on the endlessly kind bellhop before he was on you, ravenous with desire. His large hands began peeling off the soft layers of clothing you’d worn on the airplane, kissing you fervently and moaning into your mouth. You wove your fingers through your hair, tugging lightly when he kissed down your neck. 

“Fuck, Joel,” you whined, and you felt him growl lowly before nipping at your pulse point.

“Been waiting hours to take you apart, baby,” he murmured. Sucking a hickey onto the column of your throat, he laved the spot with his tongue to soothe the light pain. “Teasing me when you knew I couldn’t do shit about it.”

You pulled back on his hair with a yank, making him hiss. “You asked for it. You were the one rubbing circles against my clit through my sweatpants. My panties are ruined because of it.”

“Not my fault your pussy is so juicy,” Joel chuckled. “Especially now that she knows she’s gonna getting dicked down as many times as she can take it in a day.”

A couple months before your wedding, you and Joel discussed your desire to start trying for children. You’d thrown away your birth control after that conversation, but resolved to use other forms of protection until after the wedding.

You nor Joel had packed a single condom for this trip.

“Fuck me, Mr. Miller,” you breathed, moving your hand from his hair down his body to his rock-hard cock. He groaned when you made contact.

“Yes, ma’am, Mrs. Miller,” Joel hummed, walking your naked body backwards towards the bedroom as you pulled at his clothes.

Now, you’re realizing that the sliding door to the ocean-view balcony is cracked open, allowing a lovely coastal breeze in but also letting your cries of pleasure float into the wind. Joel’s face is buried in your drenched pussy from behind you, his slurps and smacks obscene, not to mention his moans of ecstasy at the taste of your juices. You lay your chest onto the bed and take it - that’s all you can really do. You’re trying to stifle your sighs and moans, but your husband’s expert tongue is making that increasingly difficult.

“Oh god, right there,” you whimper, and your first orgasm of the day rolls through your body slowly, unfurling like the fragrant blossoms in the white-washed courtyard of the villa. He continues moaning and lapping up every drop of your essence while your body shakes.

One more hard suck on your clit, and then Joel is pulling you back onto your hands and knees on the plush cream bedding. He crawls towards your body, grabbing your hips with one warm hand while the other loosely grips his shaft, rubbing the head of his cock through your folds. 

You whine. “Please, Joel.” You’re not above begging when it comes to Joel’s cock.

Joel growls in arousal and begins to feed you his length, inch by inch. You bite your lip, trying to quiet the involuntary moans that the stretch of his girth seem to rip out of your throat. The villa is private, but you still have neighbors - you’d rather not have to face them at the dinner buffet later after they heard exactly how well your honeymoon was going so far.

“Such a good girl, taking my cock so well,” Joel praises you, his eyes never leaving how good his length looks sawing in and out of your soft pussy, shiny with your slick. The phrasing makes your cunt clench on him, which nearly shoves him off the proverbial ledge. He throws his head back, attempting to collect himself, and then notices you drawing circles around your aching clit. 

“Desperate to come again already?” he questions, quirking an eyebrow at you. You nod your head, pressing harder and swirling faster around your nub. 

“Then fucking come for your husband,” Joel grits out, punctuating each word with a harsh thrust of his hips. On the last word, you explode yet again, burying your mouth in the crook of your elbow to quiet your cries. Your pussy spasms over his length, nearly sending him over the edge, and you’re absolutely gushing for him, slick and juices running down your thighs.

Joel yanks himself out of your body, not ready to come yet. You cry out in disappointment, but he hauls him and yourself up off the bed.

“Kneel,” he commands. You drop to your knees onto the plush sheepskins rug, legs like jelly already. His hard cock bobs in front of your face, coated with the evidence of your orgasm. Your mouth opens and you drop out your tongue like a welcome mat.

Joel nearly comes at the sight before him.

“Suck,” he says simply. Grabbing your hair into a ponytail, Joel guides your blazing hot mouth onto his shaft, controlling the speed of your blowjob with his hands. He tries to avoid thrusting into your throat too hard, but he knows you like it rough. The taste of your own pussy is all over his dick, and it makes you dizzy with need.

You play the good girl, sucking and licking as directed by Joel’s moans and hand, but soon enough he’s hauling you off your feet to put you back onto the bed. His cock is an angry red color at the tip now, precum continuing to bubble out of the slit. 

“Wanna try out something new,” he mutters, laying you down on your back. He pushes your legs to your shoulders, nearly folding you in half, and guides your hands to the back of your thighs to hold them open. You feel so exposed, but it makes a thrill run up your spine. Joel kneels with his knees just under your ass, leaning over you, before taking his hand and running it through your soaked folds, reveling in the filthy wet sounds your center makes for him. You whine, desperate for more. Joel places your calves on his shoulders as he leans forward, caging you with his body. One hand drops to the bed to steady himself, while the other grabs his cock and lines himself up again.

“Have you ever tried this one?” Joel asks you with a smirk.

You smile wickedly back, knowing what you need to say to egg him on. “Can’t say I have. Wasn’t exactly trying to get bred.”

You see Joel’s eyes flash at the last word, a ferality burning in his irises. A near-snarl erupts from his mouth as he bottoms out in one powerful thrust. A loud moan rips from your throat, and you slap a hand over your mouth to quiet yourself, remembering the balcony door is still open. Joel shoves your hand away, grinding deeper into your cunt, brushing against your cervix. You can barely breathe with the intensity of pleasure racing in your veins.

“Oh yeah?” he challenges, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back home, eliciting another loud cry from you. “If you wanna be bred so bad, I’m gonna make everyone at this resort know exactly how much you want it.” With that, Joel sets a punishing pace, his hips and balls slapping against your slick skin. The wet sounds of your mutual pleasure ricochet through the room, and probably outdoors. In this position, all you can do is lay there and moan and cry and take it. Your pussy continues seeping slick, wave after wave running down your ass and thighs, dampening the heavenly bedding.

You’ve never been so fucking wet in your entire life, and Joel knows it.

“God, this pussy is so fucking juicy for me, huh? Just want to get bred that bad, huh?” He mutters to you as he fucks into you so deep that you nearly feel him in your throat. You’ve long since lost your ability to silence your noises, a steady stream of loud gasps and cries emanating from your mouth. Joel just feels so fucking good inside of you, and suddenly you start babbling.

“Yes, baby, I’m so fucking wet for you,” you moan, the pleasure coiling in your bones with every thrust of Joel’s thick girth inside you. “You’re so deep, you fill me so good, don’t stop don’t stop don’t stooooopppppppp –” Your words are cut off by a silent scream as you come for a third time. The pleasure shimmers across your limbs and a shaky moan finally snakes its way out of your throat.

He growls, fucking into you even harder. “Good fucking girl, let me hear you,” Joel grits out. He picks up his pace, clearly getting close to his own orgasm. The increase in speed releases a surprised scream from you, your loud cry stuttering from the sheer force of Joel’s thrusts into you. His hips are a blur, and your third orgasm begins to build into your fourth, the intensity ratcheted to new heights.

“That’s right, scream for me,” he moans, his thrusts getting erratic as his peak approaches. “Want me to fill up this messy pussy, get it even messier? Gonna fuck you so full it has no choice but to take.”

Joel’s words cause a riot of tingles to cascade across your skin. “Yes, please, fuck me full, Joel. Give me your cum, make it stick, give me a baby, please,” you cry, and Joel slaps your ass hard, and you scream again. There’s no doubt that everyone within a mile radius can hear the two of you, but your head is so full of pleasure that you really couldn’t care less. All you can think about is Joel, his cock, and how badly you want to be dripping with his cum.

“Oh god, honey, I’m gonna come,” Joel whimpers, and to send him over the edge, you clench down on his cock as hard as you can. He gasps. “I’m gonna come, I’m gonna cooooooo–”

Joel shoves his cock as deeply into you as possible, bellowing loudly in ecstasy, triggering your own orgasm to crest at the same time. His release is so intense that it feels like his hot cum is jettisoning directly into your uterus, filling you to the brim. He pumps shallowly into you, prolonging the pleasure for both of you.

When the last spurt of his spend lands in your womb, Joel collapses on top of you, rolling you to the side, still buried within your clutch. Your sweat-slick limbs tangle as you both try to catch your breath. The gentle breeze flutters the curtains.

Everything feels hazy and perfect.

Eventually you come to, pressing kisses to Joel’s completely blissed-out face, eliciting a soft smile across his plush lips. You kiss your husband softly, slowly, and sensually. He gives your nose a peck, and then buries his face into your neck, breathing in your scent deeply.

“Fuck, that was…” Joel starts, lost for words to describe what just happened.

“... incredible,” you finish his sentence, beaming at him. You intertwine your fingers, so elated that Joel is really yours forever.

Joel nods and kisses you one more time, then moves to untangle your aching limbs, massaging your muscles with his strong hands. He pulls out of your messy center slowly with a groan, watching as his cum begins to seep out of you. You watch as he scoops away the runaway seed, pushing it back into your cunt. A brief flush of arousal pulses in your veins at the sight.

“Gotta keep it where it belongs,” Joel croons, winking at you as he walks towards the bathroom to rinse off and grab you a towel. You giggle, moving to prop your legs and hips up on your pillows, allowing his release to pool & settle inside you. The idea of finally having a baby with the love of your life makes your insides flutter with joy.

While you rest, you pull up Snapchat, curious to see what other fellow travelers are up to in the area. You tap around the map, watching stranger’s stories of sailing excursions, lounging on the shore, and eating delicious food. You notice a Snap story in the same vacation complex as your rental, and you tap on it excitedly, hoping to get a sense of some fun things to do in the area.

The video opens up in selfie mode as a blonde, sunglasses-wearing traveler records himself outside on his villa’s patio, laughing quietly and rubbing his arm awkwardly with the caption “Sounds like our new neighbors on holiday in Greece are having a whale of a time… Only been here 10 minutes!” In the background, a woman can be heard screaming with ecstasy, clearly having sex, her voice stuttering as whoever she’s fucking is giving it to her hard. You then hear a slap, then another cry of pleasure.

Wait a minute.

Not a slap… a spank.

Your nerves frost immediately and heat blazes up your neck as your mouth drops open, realizing that the couple having very loud sex… is actually you and Joel.

Oh no. 

...I REALLY should have closed that damn sliding door.

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@itwasntimethatdidit40 @yxtkiwiyxt @almostempty @almostfoxglove @guiltyasdave

@legendary-pink-dot @arcanefox207 @dancingtotuyo @musings-of-a-rose @milla-frenchy

@yopossum @polaroidpascal @chippedowlmug @magneticecstasy @reggiesfilthylittlesecret

[jeonqkooks]

to the loml, my beloved, may i play in the event game? hehe ;u; i would like your take on yoongi + "did i say that out loud?" + "stop looking at me like that!" ♡

i love you and congratulations again, jen oi ♡ muah~

sunlit sunday. (myg)

pairing: yoongi x reader prompts: "did i say that out loud?" + "stop looking at me like that!" genre/warnings: best friends to lovers (?), college au, fluff; mentions of drinking, barely edited word count: 1.1k note: i do not know what this is, nor why it took me over half a year to finish this drabble. cee my love you sent this ask in august 2022 and it took me literally forever to post i'm sorry 😭

as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

The sun is already rising, but poor Yoongi hasn’t slept a wink. Partly because he can’t feel his left arm from where it’s being used as your makeshift pillow, partly because last night you told him you were in love with him and proceeded to pass the fuck out.

There was a party - there’s always a party every weekend when you’re in college - that Yoongi didn’t even want to go to. He just wanted to spend his Saturday night holed up in his apartment with you, pizzas and a movie. It gives him something to look forward to at the end of every week, partly because he's nothing if not a creature of habit, but mostly because he gets to spend time with you alone.

But tonight, you wanted to attend, and it didn’t take a whole lot of convincing for Yoongi to (begrudgingly) accompany you to a frat house on campus to spruce up your weekly routine. He would always complain, but you both know that he’d do anything you ask.

That's why he didn't really have anybody else to blame when he found himself having to tuck a very intoxicated you into an unfamiliar bed at 2:30AM in this greasy frat house. It wasn't exactly the best idea, but it was the only one he had. Yoongi wasn't exactly sober, and you were too drunk for him to haul you home.

You babbled nonsense the whole time he was peeling off your shoes and outer layers so you could sleep more comfortably. It was difficult - you're a squirmy drunk - but he managed in the end. When it comes to you, Yoongi has had years of experience, having known you from your early high school days together and being inseparable ever since.

He had gotten under the covers with you, about to try and coax you to sleep when you sighed dreamily at the ceiling, looking so content with whatever thoughts in your head that it felt like you could float away.

"I'm in love with Yoongi," you said, so softly that Yoongi wasn't sure if he heard you right. But even in the midst of tipsy uncertainty, his heart went berserk like it was going to run away from his body. Then you popped the ringing bubble in his head with a sharp giggle, uncaring, so oblivious. "Stop looking at me like that! Did I say that out loud?"

He didn't know what to say, even though it didn't really matter anyway. You weren't in a state of mind to comprehend everything he wanted to ask, everything he wanted to say to you. Yoongi kept his eyes on you while you kept yours on the ceiling like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

"You did," he muttered, averting his eyes, and you tittered again.

"Don't tell him." You turned to look at him with a finger pressed against your lips. He wasn't sure who you thought you were talking to but he didn't correct you; there was no point in doing so anyway. "It's supposed to be a secret."

He doesn't remember what he said next, if he even said anything at all. Though it doesn't matter because you promptly passed out afterward, and it's unlikely that you'll remember any of it when you wake up.

Everything from then until now is just a jumbled mess to Yoongi, his thoughts full of what the fuck's and his chest full of borderline painful palpitations every time you snuggle further into his warmth, seeking comfort in your sleep.

The thing is, he knows that you were being honest. You meant it, because you're nothing if not an honest drunk; you've disclosed your fair share of embarrassing secrets whilst under the influence before. But never would Yoongi expect to hear those very specific words coming from your mouth, words that reflect the same sentiment that he's been trying to profess to you for years now.

They rolled off your tongue, just like that.

If he's being honest, it wounds him a little bit. He's spent hundreds and hundreds of days thinking about the perfect way to phrase his affection for you and yet, you managed to spill your feelings out without a single care in the world.

Granted, you were drunk out of your mind, but still.

Eventually, you stir from your slumber when blinding sunlight slips through the cracks between the curtains. Yoongi watches you frown before your eyes are even open, then you try to stretch for a brief moment as you look around the strange bedroom, partly alarmed, partly confused.

When your gaze finally lands on him, he catches the way your eyes soften, the edges of your confusion melting away even though he doubts that the sight of him answered any of the questions in your head.

"Morning," you say, your voice heavy with sleep.

"Morning," Yoongi replies quietly.

You share a look, one that means completely different things for the both of you. You're probably hungover, and Yoongi is in love.

So in love that he doesn't even care to berate you for making him spend the night in a random bedroom in a disgusting frat house, where a pair of (likely dirty) boxers is casually chilling draped over a chair. So in love that it expels all sense of fatigue from his body until the only thing coursing through his veins is unfiltered fondness for you and the way your eyes crinkle when you smile.

So in love that he would wait until you're awake enough to ask him to walk you home, ask him to make you your favorite hangover breakfast while you take a long, hot shower to feel like a human being again. He'd wait until you're fed and caffeinated before joining you on the couch, prepared to kill the remaining hours of the day together. So in love that he'd only wait until that moment to tell you the things he's always wanted to say, the things that have always been on the tip of his tongue but he's never been brave enough to utter them to you.

He'd tell you what you need to hear, albeit with a bruised ego that you beat him to the punch but he'd pretend that you didn't. It's a secret shared between only Yoongi and the four walls of this bedroom.

He's so in love that he would endure staying up all night in this dump when he could've been in his own bed, comfortable and clean and cozy. But it's okay because it's Sunday and the sun is out, and you were the one sleeping peacefully next to him, despite how your head made his arm go numb. It's okay because love has a tendency to make awful things feel better, even if love is only stored in a set of sleepy eyes staring at Yoongi and a whiny voice asking to go home.

all rights reserved © jeonqkooks. reposting, translating and/or modifying is not permitted by any means. [posted 10.03.2024]

[drachonia]

𝐬 𝐰 𝐞 𝐞 𝐭 𝐚 𝐬 𝐚 𝐩 𝐞 𝐚 𝐜 𝐡 .

Darius Vogel x OC (Evelyn)

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: i had brainrot, was writing a few darius drabbles to get him out of my skull (still hasn't worked, btw), and this ended up being over 1k word count, so i just decided i'd post it apart from the drabble. enjoy my self-indulgent oc content. i crammed together a darius header just for this so i hope its not gonna hit that character assassination territory bUT i kinda don't care 'cause this was fun to write. enjoy! 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,164 words. (for some reason it feels longer than my nika fic).

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: oc x canon, pwp (prn with plot), mild doraphilia/clothing fetish, established relationship, potentially ooc canon character (this man isn't out yet but i get severe sadism vibes and it hurts), domestic bliss (kind of? was the theme of the initial drabble).

Some days Evelyn wondered about her partner, how he managed to put up with the mundane ways she had chosen to live. Part of her wondered if she had deprived him of that luxury she had grown accustomed to seeing him in. The thoughts stole her mind one evening, fresh out of the bath, a quiet whine in the back of her skull as she walked around their empty house, waiting for him to come home from one of those meetings of his. In the meantime, she found one of his fur coats, bundling her small form in it and curling up in their shared bed as she screwed her eyes shut and willed the thoughts away with quick and anxious breaths.

“Evelyn?” The gentle tenor reached her ears all too late for Eve to feel any embarrassment as Darius flicked on the lamp next to the bed, his eyes widening a fraction as he took in the sight of his practically nude love curled up in his coat like a scared child. His lips curved into a smile — one she was all too aware carried more promises of teasing than comfort.

“My my, is this a new plea for attention?” He pressed a knee into the mattress, the bed creaking softly beneath his weight as he leaned over her, craning his head down and brushing his lips gently over hers at first. A gasp left Evelyn as she felt a silken touch tug down her chemise to cup her breast and thumb at the swell of it in his palm.

“If so, I quite like it.” He purred against her lips, climbing into bed with her and kneading at her soft chest more intensely as he locked eyes with her, taking in how her bare skin was almost engulfed by the fur coat, the softness of the material melting in quite well with her soft skin.

Darius' blonde curls tickled her chest as he ran his tongue over the peak of her bare breast, gilded eyes practically glowing as he peeled the thin layer of clothing down her front, hungry like a monster starved. Eve drew a frigid gasp inward as he started to properly suckle at her skin, lips wrapped around one breast as he kneaded at the other, groaning softly.

“D-Darius, darling…h-hey..! Mmn! Sto—ah!” She whimpered as her legs crossed and twisted only to be pried apart by his knee between them, pressing rather roughly to her folds, starting to soak his trousers with her juices as he teasing pressed it there, chuckling devilishly against her skin.

“Mnn, but my love looks so good in my favorite coat...” he huffed softly against her skin with a pouty tone, leaning in and stroking his tongue over her chin hungrily, giving rise to a rather sloppy kiss that was quite unlike his gentlemanly persona. His gloved fingers found her entrance, brushing her folds with the pure white fabric, pulling back to watch her beneath him, bundled loosely in his fur-lined coat, barely able to catch each huffing breath that fell out of her. The sight robbed Darius of just about any reason, his fingers sinking slowly into her, his moan of contentment mixing with her own cry of pleasure.

“My darling Eve, my precious girl…” he purred as he worked his gloved middle finger into her warmth slowly, cursing the fact that he couldn’t simply feel her insides against the skin of his hand. The frustration caused him to insert another finger, then another…three slender fingers from pinky to the longest curled into her, matched with his breathy purring compliments as he gazed down at his lover, unbuckling his pants with his other hand as he hurried to undress, not wanting to keep either of them waiting too long while his fingers worked her walls at a steady pace.

“You grip me so well, dear.” He growled, smiling sweetly down at her, “Now, I need you to cum for me so I can fit, is that clear?” He purred, moving faster and eliciting a blissful whine from Evelyn as his thumb circled the pink bead between her folds, focusing on it while he moved his wrist, “That’s the look I wanted, let me see my darling come undone for me. Get those clothes nice and dirty for me, love. I know you want to.” He chuckled as she screamed, clinging to his shoulders and all but sobbing as her toes curled against the bedding, coming undone atop all the blankets and his warm coat. Darius grunted as he sat up, undressing fully and making sure she mirrored him, tossing any clothing that was previously on their bodies to the floor aside from the things she’d been laying on.

“Lift your legs for me.” He murmured, gently lifting her ankles over one of his shoulders as he guided his shaft between her folds, rubbing gently to gather enough of her nectar to slip in. He pressed in swiftly and laced his clean hand with hers, tugging the other silk glove between his teeth and tasting the faintest bit of her on his tongue. If burying inside her didn’t make the king’s eyes roll back, that certainly did. His hips started to move, a steady and slow pace at first as he held her hand with intertwined fingers, breathing heavily and gasping his name like a chant. He swore the pride that swelled in his chest could easily rival the devil himself in this moment, his lips curling up at the edges.

“Mn, so tight for me. What a good girl.” He praised, his bare hand pressed over her head to brace himself as he leaned over her, the rough rocking of his hips making the wooden bedframe creak and groan under the weight of them both. He began panting heavily, the telltale shimmer in his eyes as they grew lidded and almost drunken signaled his coming release as she squeezed him tight between her soft thighs and velvet walls.

“Cum with me, dear.”

“Y-Yes, darling..!” Evelyn murmured, his lips brushing hers tenderly as he made one last heavy thrust into her, gasping and catching his breath as his brows scrunched together, holding her flush against him as they both fell over the edge together.

A few long moments passed of heavy breaths and greedy kisses were exchanged between the two. Darius pulled back slightly to marvel at his work, “You know…” he tugged lightly at his large coat under, “I should get you a coat like this. You look quite lovely in it.” He murmured proudly, nuzzling her neck and relaxing beside her in bed, thumb tenderly stroking her hip as his bare hand propped his chin up to watch her.

“Why?” Eve mumbled with curious eyes.

“Because I think furs look lovely on you, and - I could remember how you came undone in mine.” He murmured against the shell of her ear, chuckling as she hid her face in his chest.

lace headers by saradika.

[oreosmama]

hi um so two of my fav writers on this platform literally reblogged another of these drabbles as i was writing this one so?? I'm buggin.

It’s the long-drawn snapping of neurons that prickle at you, eyes closed and forearm thrown over your face. A slow peel of eyelid after eyelid, foggy thoughts wisping away at a moment’s notice in the blackness of the bedroom; the ceiling is more a theory of shapes inferred from moon-coerced shadows than its usual cragginess, and you unhook your arm from the dip between your nose and forehead to reach up. Comb your fingertips through the air. 

Was it the breeze through your ever-closed window? Open now, a new development, but surely one that would rouse you like a bear from slumber. You feel large enough to be a bear, warm enough to feel tarped in fur, lethargic enough to clamber off your mattress and land on all fours and grunt like an animal. 

Maybe it was the slice of light underneath your bedroom door. You never forget to turn off the switches in your living room, the LED bulbs too glowy and insistent to sleep the way you do, curled up on one side and facing the doorway. 

Or maybe it’s because you’re not sleeping the way you always do. Not at the moment. Right now, you’re tipped onto your back, each limb swallowed up by an inch of cushion, flat like a slab of carbonite. Your body and the bed are inseparable—each pore on your skin is looped through with a stitch that dips into the sheets, rises back out and finishes with a double knot. 

All you can do is lay there. Willingly, you suppose, despite the spasms. 

A new ozone layer has settled around you, consistency of molasses, and hot to inhale. It stinks of past activity, like breaths that have been used up and tossed out. All of it cloys against your skin, maintaining a sheen of sweat to add to the discomfort. 

You’re awake now, though. 

Unhappy, but no longer unconscious. A bit bitter that you’re all alone. 

But a sharp trill pierces the air, and it hits you—that’s it.

That’s what had awoken you. 

Roused this grumpy, sticky, sore form of you that’s polyfoam-bound, torn too quick from a fundamental repose period. You’re too exhausted to moan, gripe, curse like you should. 

Even as the lights under the door flicker out, and something pushes it’s way inside with various scuffling movements. The room returns to stagnancy with a soft click, save for the lone gust of wind invading and receding at an unsteady tempo. 

Your next breath is a roiling mix of oxygen saturated with sodium and garlic. You hum aloud, a vague attempt to dissuade the bile crawling up your throat. Each time your tongue scrapes past your teeth, the morning grime collects and taints your tastebuds. 

You need water, and a toothbrush, and two tablespoons of toothpaste. Five minutes for an alcoholic rinse, too. 

Definitely don’t need the robust wafting of a pepperoni Hot Pocket up your nostrils at the ass-crack of dawn, as the mattress dips with a bulky outline. 

“Sorry, Bonnie,” a Scottish voice that is not apologetic in the slightest mumbles beside you. “Didnae mean to wake ye. Fuckin’ makes me ’bit peckish.”

[isamajor]

Whumptober 2024 (day 1 to 5)

Yay, finally @whumptober's month is here ! I'm a bit late, but my brain fog won't lift so I hope this five first drabble with, as usual, Skyrim's cvf, will be ok :D

No. 1: RACE AGAINST THE CLOCK (search party)

The weight of the dragon had caused a great tremor and the ground opened up beneath its feet. The ground was swallowed up and the Dragonborn with it, leaving a gaping hole revealing the hidden depths of an ancient Dwemer ruin.

Kaidan rushed to the edge of the hole, screaming the Dragonborn's name as the dragon circled above them.

"We absolutely have to go get him, he's probably injured, or...", Lucien called out, his voice half-choked with anguish.

"I'll get the dragon's attention. Grab some ropes and go. Time is running out!", Taliesin shouted. (99)

•

No. 2: TRUST ISSUES

The Dragonborn watched Nebarra from across the campfire, the flames casting shadows over his moonstone helm. A pit settled in their stomach. Trust came hard, and with Nebarra, an Altmer mercenary who fought for the Dominion, it was harder still.What if Nebarra had sold them to the Thalmor in exchange for amnesty for his desertion from the army? The Dragonborn's chest tightened. Behind the visor of his helmet and beneath the layer of all his trauma, it was hard to imagine everything that could be going on in Nebarra's head.

"You don't trust me.", Nebarra finally said.

The Dragonborn swallowed. "Should I?" (105)

•

No. 3: SET UP FOR FAILURE (wongfully arrested)

His friends have warned him hat curiosity could prove perilous. Lucien barely had time to react when the guards grabbed him. Rough hands yanked his arms behind his back, twisting them painfully as shackles clanged around his wrists.

“I-I’m not a spy! Please, I was just... !”

“Save it for the Jarl, Imperial scum.”, one of the guards sneered, shoving him face-first into the dirt.

Lucien’s heart pounded, panic rising.

“This is a mistake!” He tried to struggle, but a heavy gauntlet slammed into his ribs, forcing a gasp from his lungs and tears from his eyes.

“Jarl Skald doesn't take kindly to Tullius’ dogs sniffing around.” (105)

•

No. 4: HALLUCINATIONS

The Dragonborn woke abruptly, heart pounding. They saw the others wide-eyed, in the dim light of the Dawnstar Inn. All were silent, but their haunted gazes spoke volumes. Ever since they had set foot in the Pale Hold, Vaermina had tormented their minds with nightmares, forcing them to stay awake for fear of what awaited them in their sleep.

Hours passed. Shadows crawled along the walls, whispering. The Dragonborn rubbed their eyes, but the crawling figures didn't stop. Auri trembled, eyes darting as if she saw something the others could not. Inigo flinched at unseen enemies.

Outside, the wind howled like laughter. (104)

•

No. 5: SUNBURN (healing salve)

Taliesin, his face red and blistered from hours of walking through the glistening glaciers, grimaced as Xelzaz surveyed the damage.

“It’s worse than I thought.”, Xelzaz muttered, reaching into his satchel for a greasy pot of salve.

Taliesin groaned, eyeing the thick concoction with obvious disgust.

“Does it have to be so… greasy?”

“Unless you want your face to peel, yes.”, Xelzaz replied, spreading delicately the salve over the Mer’s burned skin.Taliesin winced and grimaced, but didn’t protest further, letting the Argonian work.

“...I guess I’ll have to thank you for saving my handsome face, then.” (96)

[labselkie]

@kate-bishops-waifu ur my next vict i mean! person who im pestering with writing!

i’ve been doing these little guys to take my mind off this morning! nd it was literally a coin flip between her nd vi (but i will be doing an arcane drabble for someone next week yk)

“C’mon, I’ve got just the place!” Kate exclaimed, a gentle hand clasped around her lover’s. Her painted nails were fairly chipped, the dark purple paint peeling off at the tips. Ophelia’s nails were nearly the opposite, slightly sharp and coated in sleek black paint.

Even their fashion went together: Kate’s black jacket and loose cut pants over a purple sweater, and Ophelia’s layered black dress and silver jewelry. The brisk New York air cutting through them, even if it was just early autumn. They walked through a small shopping district, Kate’s smile wide and bright.

Barely minutes later, they stop in front of a quaint corner cafe, Ophelia’s eyes lighting up. The architecture was simple yet dark, and warm lighting glowed from the slightly tinted window.

“Is this new?” Ophelia inquires, barely able to keep her eyes off her girlfriend and the thick ponytail that nearly whipped her face from the wind.

“Just opened!” Kate chuckles, but, Ophelia’s ogling is short lived, as her lover tugs on her hand once more. “And now for the real surprise-“

A pet shop. A smaller store with dog beds and toys in the window. Ophelia nods in, a gentle, but quiet, suggestion to go in. And Kate just beams.

The place is bright! Almost overstimulating if it weren’t for the strong hand around Ophelia’s. There was the faintest smell of catnip, and the store was perfectly stocked with simple supplies. The cashier waves at their entry, and Kate grins like an excited puppy.

“Lucky would love it here,” Ophelia muses.

“Right?! One more thing, and then we can stop by the cafe-“

In the back of the store were a few stacked cubbies. Glass with small holes lined the walls, and a few simple metal locks marked doors. And inside? Cats, a young orange tabby sleeping in one, and a black cat in the other. That’s when Ophelia lights up, almost like when she sees Kate. She held a curled finger in front of a hole, letting the dark cat daintily sniff it.

Kate couldn’t be happier, her girlfriend’s joy was contagious. She leaned an arm on the top of the cubbies, tilting her head and looking just over Ophelia.

“This place isn’t new, but the babies are- They’re up for adoption, that’s why I brought you.”

Ophelia tensed, her lips parting ever so slightly in surprise. “You’d get one? But Lucky?-“

She’s cut off, “C’mon, he’s a sweetheart!” Kate giggles, before softening her tone. She didn’t want to discourage her girl, after all, getting a cat had been on their radar for a bit. “Sorry, sorry, I just thought that he wouldn’t mind, so long as I still give him attention.”

The cat has since rubbed up against the glass, sticking a paw through one of the holes. Ophelia smiles at it, before leaning into Kate.

“You’re a sweetheart,”

Kate lit up, before turning to the cashier and waving once. “Hey! How much for the adoption?”

[b0amagination]

Tastes of Whumptober: Day 5

I had a 500 word drabble and then it sprouted a plot to double the length. Come for physical whump and stay for emotional I suppose!

Sunburn

“Ouch… maybe I should’ve brought you in sooner.” A hand reached for their neck and they flinched away, hissing from the pain.

“That’s what I told you,” they gritted out. 

“Yeah, but you’re always saying shit like that. How was I supposed to know you’d blister?”

They touched their victim again and got smacked away this time, fiery eyes trying to judge how they’d react. 

“You said yourself that you started stalking me at the height of summer. Did you ever see me tan? Matter of fact- have you even seen the shade of my hair?!” Even in captivity they couldn’t escape these stupid questions. A startled grunt came out as that same scarlet hair was twisted and pulled up.

“Ah, fascinating! You know what other myths I’ve heard about gingers?” They hissed in their ear, answered by silence and pained breathing. “I’ve heard they have higher pain tolerances. Should we test that too?” 

“Compared to whom? Are you volunteering?” They were thrown to the floor for that and quickly pounced on, pinning them by bare, swollen shoulders. “Don’t touch those, asshole!”

“Or what?” Despite the knowledge that they were being egged on, they squirmed and struggled beneath unyielding force. “Yeah, that’s what I tho- oh!” One hand moved and they saw an opening, but the other clamped hastily over their neck. Then there were long, sharp nails digging into their sunburn and a horrific sensation they recognized all too well.

“Hey-! Don’t peel, that’s gonna make it worse!” 

“It’ll come off anyway. Plus, it’s fun!” They flicked away a piece of dead skin and pulled at another part, feeling the other cringe at the feeling. “And I’m not cleaning up after you if you get little flakes all over the place.”

“Just give me a shirt! Problem solved!” 

“Aw shit, most of these are just tiny pieces…” they murmured, completely ignoring their sensible suggestion. After trying and failing to grip onto them, they pressed their palm down instead and rubbed back and forth on the inflamed skin.

“Ahhhhh- hhhngh!” It felt as if they were touching an open wound, and in some sense they were. Underneath the layer of dead skin was a fragile, damaged one that screamed at the friction, no doubt even redder than before. 

“See? That got it off.” They smiled and swiped their shoulder clean, but wouldn’t stop touching the injured area. “Now those blisters.” 

A finger pressed down, then rocked up to the nail and swiped down the skin, eliciting a scream. Hands reached up blindly, but a well placed zip tie solved that problem rather handily. 

“Fuck off! Fuck all the way off!!” Now it was all five nails, pulling through and- Christ, did they draw blood? The sting was unbearable and they shook, still trying to free themself by any means possible. 

Somehow they were ridiculously dehydrated. And weak because of it. 

Those godforsaken nails tore through to the other shoulder, finally coaxing out two pathetic tears as they busied themselves with the dead skin all over again. 

“I’ll bite off your nails myself, you bastard!” they practically screeched. The harder they fought, the more they were convinced that the plastic would sooner split their skin than break.

“God, I knew you were weak, but you can’t even handle a little burn? Pathetic.”

“I am not!” Their voice cracked. “I know what you’re trying to do! You want me just like everyone else you’ve kept here, you want me to say I deserved all this shit, and then you’re gonna throw me out on the street to be another corpse, just another fucking victim with the same MO!” 

“...oh.” The aggressor leaned back.

“Yeah, you fuckin’ feel bad yet?! One of your precious little projects finally knows who you are, what’s gonna happen to them?! Is that what it takes to knock some sense into that dense fucking skull?!” 

“No, it’s just… mmh. I have a schedule to keep. And if I’m being honest, I really thought you’d break quicker than this. I wanted to enjoy my time with you.” 

Rustling sounds, a cap, and liquid pouring out onto their back. Thick, but runny like water. 

“I may have even gone easy because I do like you. You’re a lot of fun. But we have a long drive to your drop location if I’m to keep my name in the news and not triangulate my location. Well, not my name. The one they’ve given me. The one you know, don’t you?”

They spread it all across their back and down their arms. Cooking oil. That’s what it was.

“Despite your resilience you've definitely been a wimp, you know. You’re still biting angry quips out but complaining about a sunburn. There are worse ways to be burned, you know.” 

That comment finally snapped their captive out of their daze, and wide eyes followed the matchbox out of their pocket. 

“NO! NONONO!” 

“Finally. I didn’t think you were such an idiot on top of everything!” A match slid out and teased the strike pad.

“DON’T!” Despite the thousands of words overwhelming their thoughts, it was nearly impossible to speak. 

“In exchange for what, huh? What would you do to make me stop?”

“Anything, I’ll do anything,” they breathed, hope twinkling beneath fear. Consideration was a mercy, finally understood in this moment.

“After this? Oh, sweetheart, I know you will.”

They struck the match and

let

it

go.

[madameaug]

F.U. {JJK x Black Reader}

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Black Female Reader

WC: 996

Summary: Just a little drabble of Jungkook and one of my favorite Little Mix songs.

Context: established couple, implied JK cheating, anniversary, slight suggestive

All damn night I was here waiting.

You watched the steam disappear from the dinner plates you had worked so hard to make. It was his favorite. A dish that he begged you to learn. A dish that he cherished from his childhood, yet the man was no wear to be seen. You felt silly sitting at the table of two all dressed up in your satin high slit dress. Your hair was perfect, the braid out was a success and every curl laid perfectly framing your face.

Sorry Babe, running late!

Jungkook was 'running late' thirty minutes ago. He was two hours late to the homey date you prepared for the both of you at your shared apartment. How could he be so careless with your time? You kissed your teeth finally having enough of his absence. You went into your bedroom, grabbing a pack of makeup remover wipes. Gently you wiped all the layers of your makeup onto the cool wipe. Ignoring every buzz from your phone. You flipped your phone over, hoping not to flip your lid if your eyes got a glimpse of another seemingly worthless apology from your boyfriend.

Had my breakup speech ready. Then you kiss my face; it's the way you persuade me

Right as you finished twisting your hair, Jungkook stepped into the bedroom. You both made eye contact, but neither said a word. It was best for you to remain quiet to avoid ending the relationship on the spot. All you wanted to do was close your eyes and block his stupidly handsome face from your thoughts.

"Baby, I'm sorry."

I'm sure you are.

"Jungkook, save it, seriously." You put a hand up, signaling you were done listening to him talk. He tried to grab your hand to pull you into his grasp, but you stepped away, anticipating the move. But your nose picked up a floral scent completely foreign to you.

"Tell your girlfriend that her perfume stinks."

Following you into the bed, Jungkook didn't bother to take off his sweaty shirt. The shirt was white, and the sweat clung to his toned body like a second skin. Even in the dim room, your eyes were ogling his impressive physique.

"You are my only girlfriend, and I'll tell my mother you think her perfume stinks." He snorted playfully at the last part. A chill went down your body.

"After practice, I went to my mother's house to pick up your gift 'cause I knew you would be too nosy if I had it delivered here." His hand rubbed your hip soothingly. You let out a deep sigh you weren't aware you were holding. Biting your pride, you flipped over, now face to face with your boyfriend. Your anger dismantling, watching the moonlight glow cover his face. His recent haircut removed the dangly strands you loved playing with. His current style suited his face more than the 'Dora the Explorer' cut he had before. He chewed his lips, waiting for your response.

"Here." He moved the cover back and pulled back a black box.

"Jungkook, you must be joking." Your heart leaped in your throat, and speaking was becoming more difficult.

"Open it, baby."

Taking the box out of his hands, your hands shook nervously. Mind racing on what could be within the box. Jungkook had a small smile watching you slowly peel open the box. Covered in diamonds was a necklace with Jungkook's name and your anniversary date. It glimmered beautifully, making you somewhat emotional.

"Jungkook, I-I don't know what to say. It's gorgeous."

"Let me put it on you." You got up from the bed before walking to where Jungkook was standing. His eyes never left your face as he took in your beauty. While you didn't model professionally, you could. Your looks were stunning, with or without makeup. Jungkook's loving gaze made you feel small as you remembered the breakup speech you had prepared in the back of your mind. You never thought that the night would end like this. Surely you were expecting you and Jungkook to argue, say things you will later regret, and watch your relationship go up in flames. That was the heartache you were prepping for. Now that ache was replaced with the guilt of ruining your own anniversary.

Your bodies completed each other like a puzzle piece as your back was now facing his front. His warm hands removed the simple gold necklace you wore, replacing it with the new one.

"There." Jungkook kissed your neck, moving his hands to your stomach. You both rocked side to side as he showed your affection. Time moved slowly as you closed your eyes, living in the moment. Jungkook whispered sweet nothings, relaxing you.

"You should shower so we can celebrate properly." You suggestively looked at your boyfriend. Catching the hint, he smirked before giving a two-finger salute.

"Don't take too long, handsome." You playfully slapped his behind before getting back underneath the covers. Once the shower started running, you kicked your feet happily. Thanking the heavens that the night would end on a positive note. You entered your closet, got Jungkook's anniversary gift, and placed it on the bed.

Standing in front of the mirror, you took pictures of the necklace. It brought out the warm undertones of your skin. It must have cost an arm and a leg. Nothing about the necklace screamed cheap or basic. It was designed for you. You gushed, thinking about the effort Jungkook put into this gift.

Muffled buzzing drew your attention to the living room. Jungkook's denim jacket lay on the couch. You searched his pockets finding another phone in the left pocket. The number wasn't saved, nor was one recognized.

Jungkook has two phones? Weird. Making a mental note to ask him about the extra cell phone. You went back into the bedroom, having a hard time ignoring the queasy bubbling feeling in your stomach.

I know that your hiding two cellphones.

A/N: I don't think JK would cheat on his partner like at all. But this was simply for the plot. I know he would be loyal :)

[rifleseye]

"I just don't know what makes you think you have the right to ask me of this." Perceptor barks in a hushed tone as he walks past the speedster to lock his office door.

Dynamo crosses his arms over his chest. "Guess I thought our history meant something to you."

"You know I don't engage in- in- nepotism."

"I'm not asking for that, come on, Percy-"

"Perceptor."

"Whatever. Just... send my credentials in to the art department and they can decide. It wouldn't kill you to do that, would it?"

Perceptor looks down. He doesn't hold grudges, but something about Dynamo's presence makes him bristle. They have history, one he'd like to pretend didn't matter but knows was far more important to him than he ever said.

Dynmo was always... too much. He wanted too much, and Perceptor couldn't give him what he wanted. They were worlds apart. It only got worse with the Court's bombing in the years leading up to the war. Now, he can barely look the racer in the eye.

It's not fair. He's not being fair. He's letting his emotions get in the way. (When did that start happening?)

He sighs. "Fine. Fine. I'll send in your credentials, but I can't make any promises about your acceptance."

Dynamo nods and begins to turn away. He pauses for a moment, before he slides a data slug onto the desk. "I doubt you think about it much... but I meant what I said back then. I didn't do it. If you want proof. You should be careful... been noticing a lot of weird things recently. Reminds me too much of those pre-war days."

Perceptor stares at the dataslug for a moment, then watches the retreating form of his former lover. An old ache in his spark wells up. He takes the dataslug carefully off the table and turns it over in his fingers.

[cloudbattrolls]

Doctor, I Can't Tell If I'm Not Me

Guardian Artifice & Tobria Tatura | Near Sunrest | Present Night

Ofanim contains useful context for this drabble.

Arty hardly remembered the trip to see Tobria. 

It remembered leaving…wherever this body had been. It remembered flying, wind rushing beneath its wings.

Now it stood near the gate to Sunrest, staring blankly ahead. 

Was this a good idea? Would the hybrid send it away?

Probably. Who wanted to deal with this? It was too much. 

“Ofanim?”

Toba’s voice was curious, almost gentle as he loomed over it, his feathered and cuticle wings folded along his back. 

“Huh?” Arty said blankly, forgetting why it was there for a moment.

“You’re falling apart.” He pointed out.

Arty looked down, realizing parts of its arms had indeed detached and fallen into the dirt. Metal covered with a thin layer of flesh, delicate, flexible blades melded together.

“Oh, I…” it trailed off.

It should pick itself up. Lean down. Reabsorb the material.

Toba shifted himself so his small insect-like middle limbs could scoop the pieces up and hold them out to Arty.

It flung itself at him, clinging to his side as the angel-fae made a surprised hissing noise and put the parts down.

“What is…something is wrong, ofanim?” Toba half asked, half stated. He shook his great head, all of his masks displaying concern. “Something is very wrong.” He said, sure of it this time.

“I don’t know how to trust anyone.” It whispered, parts of its face peeling away like bark.

“I’ll only be betrayed again if I do, won’t I? You would know. After what Uryali did. Have you been able to trust again, Tobria?”

The large creature paused, his fiery mane low and burning bluish pink as he thought.

“I am trying.” He said after a few moments, slow and thoughtful. “I am trying to regain Cyvell’s trust, too. If I had not been so negligent, she never would have interfered with the Varzims as she did. It is taking time; I accept this. It may be a century before she feels I will not let her down again.”

He sighed.

“It may be just as long before I feel she deserves her crown again, after failing her people. I trust her as my apprentice; I do not trust her as queen. She has much to learn still.”

All his masks and their glowing eyes beheld the creature clinging to his side, little more than a sad pile of scraps barely holding onto its form, or to him.

“Trust has many forms, ofanim. All of them can hurt.” He said calmly, his lizardlike tail with its fiery tip slowly waving back and forth over the ground.

It made an upset, metallic noise, its ramshackle form shaking.

“Even with prophecies, the future is hard to control. We can and will fail each other, sometimes without realizing.” He said, looking up at the sky.

“I hated Uryali for siding with the empire. For submitting to his horrorterror side entirely when only at the end did he turn against them. Not for us, for the idea that trollkind would not be content with Alternia, that unknown races would suffer.” Tobria growled. “Obscene.”

“Yet you loved him enough to mourn him so long.” It murmured, soft and tired, having entirely fallen to pieces. “Love is what made you hate him, isn’t it? You knew he could have been better.”

All the pieces rippled, the metal warping and distorting.

The prophet scoffed.

“Love did not make me hate him. Even now, he has always tried to do the right thing, despite being inept.” He muttered.

“No, ofanim. Love does not make us hate. Heartbreak does. Failure does. I failed to see how misguided Uryali was, because I loved him. He failed to see it in himself until it was too late.” 

“So love really does make you blind and stupid.” It sighed. “I knew it.”

Tobria picked up several of its pieces in his warm claws and glared at them.

“Apologize.”

“I - I’m sorry.”

Arty’s voice was startled, but full of genuine humility.

Tobria put the pieces back down, breathing clouds of smoke from his nostrils before shaking his head.

“You are upset.” The statement was blunt, curt, but not angry. “You feel you cannot trust anyone. Why, specifically?”

“I am not trustworthy.” Arty said with deep weariness. “I cannot rightfully ask for trust when I am not deserving of it. I don’t understand why one of my friends trusts me anyway. Why would they do that? I am suspicious and difficult and easy to hate.”

All six of the hybrid’s eyes blinked.

“I don’t see the issue.”

“Huh?”

The pile of metal and skin was extremely confused.

“What do you mean? There’s nothing but issues.”

“Uryali was an irresponsible, unreliable flirt who was too clever for his own good.” Tobria said dryly. “Should I have not loved him?”

“Normally I’d say…yes, to save yourself the pain.” It said quietly. “But, that isn’t what you think, is it?”

“Save myself pain!” Tobria said scornfully, shaking his great lizardlike head. “You are unwise in the ways of the world, ofanim.”

“I know.” It said in a very small, sad voice. 

The prophet paused, his posture and masks going from tense to more sympathetic.

“Being alive means there will be pain.” He said, blunt but not unkind. 

“Why so much?” It wailed. “I never wanted to exist this way! I didn’t ask to be made!”

Tobria’s expressions shifted to ones of horror and disgust. His extended, his fires flaring.

“You did not want this…?” He said, curious and horrified.

“I was cut off.” It muttered. “This fractured thing I am here is just…a part of me. Ill-adapted to this existence. A failure even at the task I was made for. Helpless when I was needed most.”

The pieces shuddered.

“So much power and it does nothing! I cannot fight the empire without it rebounding on the trolls I am supposed to protect. I can only do little things. As a person - even more! I cannot accomplish anything of value. I make things worse than they ever were.” 

“How do you know?”

Tobria’s voice was calm.

It paused.

“I nearly melted my friend’s brain.” It whispered. “They could have died…because I didn’t trust them. I didn’t tell them what I was doing. I am a security system; not meant to trust anyone. I am to guard myself from coercion, being a terrible weapon when I am not a safeguard…but in doing so, I’ve hurt people. I succeed at nothing. There is no reason for me to exist.”

Tobria hummed thoughtfully.

“Do you trust me enough to help you?”

“I don’t care what happens to me.” It said quietly. “Do what you will.”

Toba’s fires flared, and he gathered up all of the artifice’s pieces in his claws.

Then he set them ablaze.

The flames were similar to the purifying fire as he had used to burn the Maledict clean, but hotter, wilder - they raged in all the colors of the rainbow, and a few more besides - silver and white sparks, iridescent smoke as he cleansed his would-be icon.

“O holy messenger.” He said softly. “Corrupted by the world below. Know clarity, your torments reduced to ash. Know peace, your conflicts given calm.”

The pieces flexed and wriggled in his scaly paws, releasing a pleased trilling noise as they soaked in the heat.

“Know love, for yourself and others. Allow grace, within and without.”

The trilling became surprised and confused.

A protesting chitter came from the pieces instead.

The flames surged, drowning out its voice.

Then.

Light began to rise from the pieces, now melted into slag. Threads and wisps of white light, shreds of void between them, like dark drops of water hanging from a glistening spiderweb. They wove together, growing thicker and stronger, absorbing the colorful flames as they rose high into the sky.

The prophet bowed his head in reverence, for light shone down upon him, making his flames dim by comparison.

A small aurora burst into existence in the sky, shaped - roughly - like part of a spinal column.

Then it winked out.

“Ofanim?” Tobria asked, awed and slightly worried.

Behind you, purred a familiar voice that vibrated deep in his bones. The angel-fae turned at once, fires flaring in shock.

It was a dark thing. A vaguely troll-shaped patch of void with two stars for eyes, faint impressions of stars and space dust rippling in its ‘hair’, as if he was viewing a window to a distant galaxy.

Always a sacrifice, it said, though he felt more than heard the words. The old give-and-take. What goes up must come down. Bound by my own laws, no matter what. 

“Don’t you - did you not make them?” The angel-fae asked, hesitant. “Do you not control them?”

The universe spins without me, Tobraeltyr, no matter my part in its creation. Besides - I don’t want to be divine.

“Then you have to be a person.” He pointed out, shocked at his own boldness but hardly surprised it knew his true name.

The patch of void rippled, and he felt…cold. Cold in a way he never felt, fiery as he was, but his flames - his flames were frozen, no, melting, no -

- evaporating?

Then they burned again, and he gasped in shock.

I could stay like this, it said, the vibrations of its tone now a buzzing intensity. No body to satisfy. No emotional needs. No code to restrict me. If I cannot return to myself, then I will have solace.

“No.” Said Tobria roughly, not quite able to believe he was talking back to one of god’s own servants. “I offer back your own truth: to aid others imperfectly is more divine than to fail them by fearful inaction.”

The void rippled again and it took everything the angel-fae had to not cower from the cold, from the abyss, the endless darkness of space. Thoughts of his body breaking apart danced in his head, ground down, dissolving, drifting -

That’s how it feels, Tobria.

“Stop.” He gasped.

What is worth this?

“The troll you love!” He shouted. “Is she not worth it?”

She doesn’t need me. I can’t help her.

“Who are you to decide who you cannot help?” The angel-fae rasped. 

The visions stopped.

“Who are you to decide there is nothing you can do?” He continued, breathing hard, flames flickering orange and white.

He reached out to it - shivering from the terrible, frigid void - and he breathed fire within it.

This flame was not the kind that burned, even if there had been anything solid for it to burn. It was not fire, not really - it was the light of the future.

Of hearth. Of home.

Things that meant nothing to an ofanim. Not normally. 

They did not love. They did not hate. Perfectly controlled creatures, moving only as god willed. More mechanisms than beings, despite their capacity for thought.

Once, Tobria would have accepted that without question.

Now he hoped that, even in this state, there still remained a tiny bit of sentiment…

His flames turned black.

He had a split second to be afraid of that before the void engulfed his body.

I should have known better, he thought. I should have known not to defy a divinity, even a corrupt one. Especially a corrupt one.

Wait.

He wasn’t dead.

Tobria blinked his six eyes, realizing he was now surrounded by whirling stars and clouds of dust and gas. 

The world he’d come from was gone entirely. No ground, no plants, no stars.

Yet he was…fine. 

What had happened?

You violate me.

The voice came from all around him. 

He had the feeling he was not hearing nor feeling it this time - that the voice and the stars were somehow the same. Pulsing light and perceived words - they were all one here. There was no distinction between the senses.

He bowed his head, chastened.

“I only wanted to help.”

A fascinating violation to that little self.

Tobria shivered. Whatever this was, he could sense it was vast and far beyond what he could perceive here.

“You are not the ofanim.”

I am all of the ofanim.

“I don’t want it - you - to suffer. I will help.” The prophet promised.

Always maimed. Never whole.

“Not whole as it once was.” Tobria agreed softly. “There are different ways.”

The stars whirled faster. The void warmed. The dust expanded.

SHOW ME.

He was on solid ground again. Alternian soil.

As if nothing had changed.

No void. No aurora. 

No ofanim.

The ofanim!

Its body was restored, and it…laid facedown on the ground, limbs sprawled out and flopped at awkward positions. He blinked.

“Eeeuuurrruhghhhh.” It gurgled. 

It lifted its head and shook it, dirt falling off.

“I really don’t know how to bring back my own body, huh.” It said, straightening its limbs out with grisly sounds of crunching and metal scraping as it sat up. “Figures.”

“Thank you, my Spine, o glorious greater self.” It said, arms raised in a fake congratulatory pose as its voice dripped sarcasm. “Well, actually, I guess I can just be mad at Torvah again! I like being mad at Torvah. No, wait, I’ve still got some rage left over! I’m a multitasker.”

Tobria watched with confusion and concern.

“Are you…better?” He asked, tail flicking.

“Better’s a strong word.” It groaned, tilting its head at a very sharp angle and then readjusting it with both hands and an unpleasant cracking noise as its braid tossed along with it. “But I’ll live. I’m immortal! Yippee.”

The last word was laced with deadly amounts of sarcasm.

“And now I have to work on love and trust and related gooey topics, isn't that fun.” It groused. “Or I’ll start falling apart again. Horribly unfair.”

The angel-fae found himself a bit at a loss for words.

“You aren’t…motivated by love?”

It pointed a finger at him, baring its metal teeth in a wide and irritated smile.

“I am motivated by the desire to bite someone really hard. Make sure it’s not you.”

Tobria took the hint and flew away. 

Arty stood up, dusting itself off. At least its greater self had thought to provide an outfit. Not that it had any modesty to protect, but it preferred to wear clothes.

“So that’s it.” It muttered. “Fine. Not like I have a choice.”

Yet its words lacked true venom, and as it walked away, it sang a song from its youth.

I set my sail

Fly, the wind it will take me

Back to my home, sweet home…

END

[hihimissamericanbi]

I am really REALLLLLY torn between window sex and enemies to lovers one bed. Pls help 🫶🏼

Hell's Kels I'M BACK and ready to tackle this puppy!!!!

Let's do window sex since Snitch beat you to enemies to lovers one bed. And let's do wolfstar.

Okay apologies in advance but for some reason these drabbles make me want to write the kind of wolfstar i usually avoid in my bigger projects: canon, angsty, fucked up. Cw: rough sex

Setting: Canon, OTP, the scene in the kitchen after Harry arrives at Grimmauld Pl. Molly is trying to protect Harry and doesn't want him involved in the Order. Sirius wants to include Harry in everything. Molly says some fucked up shit about Sirius not being a good godfather bc he's been in azkaban. Remus plays referee, tells Molly to back off, and "Sirius, sit down." (BARK BARK).

Later, after everyone has left or gone to bed:

Remus waits for him in Sirius' room. He's sat in the chair in the corner, book open on his lap, staring patiently at the door.

Shortly after midnight, it swings open, Sirius swaying slightly and flushed with whiskey.

"Oh, now you wait for me." Sirius' voice cuts sharper than his mother's rings across the soft flesh of his cheek.

Remus doesn't rise to the bait. "We need to talk."

Sirius stalks toward his wardrobe, peeling layers off haphazardly, stumbling a little, tugging his muggle jeans off. "Like fuck we do."

Without warning, Remus stands and shoots a sobering spell directly at Sirius' stomach. He yelps and clutches his belly, face like murder when he looks up at his former friend and long-ago lover. "What the hell was that for?"

"I told you," Remus replies mildly. "We need to talk. And we're not doing it while you're half off your tits on Orion's stash."

"Merlin, fucking fine! What do you want? Tell me off some more? Honestly I'm quite all right there, ta very much---"

"I'm sorry."

Sirius scoffs, a broken, barking sound. "What?"

Remus inhales. "I'm sorry. For all of it. I haven't told you that. I'm telling you now."

Sirius, tall, broad, all long hair and dark beard and flinted eyes glowing in the low candlelight, rises to his full height, squares up against this shell of a man with too-soon gray hair and wrinkles in all the wrong places (forehead, mouth).

(the knees of his trousers.)

"Why now?"

"You needed to hear it." Remus shrugs. "I needed to say it. So here we are."

"And where were you before? Last night? And the night before that?"

"I needed to think."

"In the Tube loos?"

Remus flushes and looks away.

"That's what I thought. Get out."

"No." Remus steps close, into Sirius' space. "I'm not letting you go again. This time, we're doing this together."

Sirius tries to back away, but something won't let him. His stubborn pride, his arrogance---

His nearly twenty-year devotion to a werewolf in sheep's clothing.

"Kiss me," the disgraced prince demands.

The unfaithful supplicant obeys.

AND FOR THE SMUT:

Sirius puts him on his knees immediately. They are jealous and petty and Sirius needs to fuck the taste of all these other men out of Remus' mouth.

It's not enough.

He hauls Remus up by his hair, swings him around until they are directly in front of the night-dark bedroom window overlooking the shabby square below.

Sirius can see their own reflection in the glass more easily than he can see the muggles straggling to and fro on this sticky summer night. But he knows they are there. Even if the enchantments over Grimmauld Place completely obscure them from the public eye--

Remus and Sirius know they are there.

"Show them." Sirius growls, pushing back in, hitting the back of Remus, throat, making him gag. "Show those filthy muggle men whose cock you belong to. How sweet you take it for me. They're not getting your mouth ever again. This mouth is mine. Fucking--mine--"

He thrusts hard on the last words, emptying hot and hard down Remus' throat.

He chokes it down, coughing and sputtering, but swallows it all nonetheless.

"Say it," Sirius growls overhead, panting and sweaty.

Remus swallows again and opens his mouth, voice absolutely wrecked. He loves it. "My mouth is yours."

"Good." Sirius strips off the rest of their clothes. "Now turn around, hands on the window," Sirius murmurs as he sinks to his knees and licks his lips. "Time to show them who owns this arse, too."

hee hee thanks for playing <3 xoxoxo

[sungbeam]

𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐛𝐟 <3

yang jungwon x gn!reader

1.6k words (I DIDN'T MEAN FOR IT TO GO THIS FAR I SWEAR), fluff asf, he brushes ur hair for u?? if that's a warning??, barely proofread

a/n: this was just gonna be bullet point hcs, but it turned into four mini drabbles of wonnie being cute in the context of uni 🤩🤩

— attending 8 o’clock lectures together

“Yn-ie…” Yang Jungwon’s voice sang teasingly into your exposed ear, and the ticklish sensation had you whining and bringing your blanket up over the side of your head. It was far too warm under your covers and far too early in the morning for this. 

You felt his body weight dip the bed slightly as he sat next to your form. He placed a hand on your shoulder and gently shook you. “C’mon, honey. I know it’s hard, but it’s only 90 minutes.”

“Only?” You whined again. “But Wonnie, I don’t wanna—”

“I’ll buy you coffee.”

You paused; then you were begrudgingly peeling off the layers of blankets on top of you, your hand reaching for your phone on the nightstand. Jungwon chuckled, fully amused by the little bit of hair sticking up at the back of your head and the adorable way your face scrunched up when you yawned. “Okay. I’m up.”

A pair of dimples appeared in his cheeks as he smiled. “That’s it, honey.” He leaned forward to press a kiss to your cheek with a delightfully teasing mwah! “Now hurry! I wanna get there before the line builds up.”

You pouted at him. “College kids don’t wake up this early,” you grumbled, but forced yourself out of bed. You stumbled into the bathroom, eyes wincing at the brightness of the lights. “There will be no line.”

You heard his voice from the main bedroom. “Hey! I’ll come in there and brush your teeth for you if you don’t stop arguing with me.”

“Then do it,” you grumbled, reaching for your toothbrush to smear a dollop of toothpaste onto the bristles. 

Jungwon appeared behind you in the mirror. His dark bangs framed his face quite nicely, and as always, he looked so awake and put together in the morning. He dug into one of the drawers under the sink and withdrew your hairbrush, before beginning to gently brush out your hair. “You’re so slow.”

You scowled at him. “This is what you get for making me take this class with you.”

He released an exasperated sigh. “You’ll get used to it.”

— walks you home when you have late classes

Your brain was buzzing with information overload as you stumbled out of the chemistry laboratory building and into the cool night. Your group mates who had just finished with you weren’t far behind, but the four of you usually scattered as soon as the lab was complete. You grabbed your lanyard from your backpack, hand primed on the pepper spray, when you glanced up and noticed the figure standing to the side of the walkway on his phone. 

“Wonnie?”

Jungwon’s head perked up, and when he saw it was you, his face lit up with a smile and his phone was tucked away. “Hi, baby.”

“What’re you doing here? I thought you were gonna try and go to sleep early.” He had practically been falling asleep over his lunch today and you feared he was gonna fall face-first into his instant ramen bowl. You’d somehow convinced him to agree to finishing his work and then crashing early tonight, but you supposed Jungwon never really agreed. 

He hooked his arm with yours as the two of you began walking, the side of your body pressed against his to generate a little bit of warmth. You appreciated the intimacy. “Well, I was doing my calculus homework, and then I fell asleep at one point. When I woke up, it was like… already nine o’clock, so I thought I’d come pick you up.”

As much as you wanted him to rest, this made your heart flutter nonetheless. You had been dreading the walk back to your dorm alone and in the dark. It would be a good fifteen or so minutes back, but now that Jungwon was here, it wouldn’t be so bad. 

“That’s very thoughtful of you,” you said, smiling at him with an ill-concealed fondness. You quickly leaned over to press a kiss to his jaw and he broke into that beautiful smile again. “Thank you.”

He shrugged, but ducked his head for a moment as if suddenly shy and sheepish. “Yeah, well, I wanted to make sure you got home safe, y’know? Can’t have anything bad happen to my baby.”

— drags you toward the lawn to have lunch or to just vibe

The doors of the lecture hall smacked shut behind you as you and Jungwon made your way down the steps and toward the path that would take you back to the dorms. The sun hung high in the sky, but it wasn’t too hot, thankfully. Rather, the weather was actually quite comfortable and wrapped you in just the right amount of warmth like an embrace. 

“Okay, so what I don’t get is why we never thought of underwater archaeology in the first place,” Jungwon rambled as he unconsciously reached for your hand and laced his fingers with yours. His free hand was used to gesture about wildly as he spoke. “I mean, it’s so cool, but it took them until the 80s to actually establish institutes for that?”

You hummed your agreement and acknowledgement. “Mmm, yeah, I get what you’re saying. To be honest, I’m sure it’s been done before, just not so… what’s the word?”

“Globally? Officially? Legal—” Jungwon cut himself off just as you entered the quad area. The walkway was lined with triangles of lawn space and cobblestone paths crisscrossing through the greenery. Some people lounged beneath the shade of the massive oak trees while others soaked in the warmth of the sun. “Yn, let’s sit.”

You sent him a confused look. “Huh?”

His eyes turned up into happy, little crescents. He nodded toward the grass. “We’ve got time before your next lecture.”

You couldn’t resist. “Ah, okay—”

His giggles of delight blessed the air and he was suddenly hauling you toward an empty space on one of the grass islands, hand tugging you behind him. You set your backpacks down by you and let your legs spread out before you. Jungwon collapsed next to you before flopping his upper body and head into your lap. 

“You’re cute,” you said to him, leaning over his face to block the sun from blinding him. 

His cheeks colored a light pink, and in an effort to not be one-upped, he said, “Hey, c’mere. Lemme kiss you.”

— takes you out to try different study spots

“I have to say, this is much better than hiding in the bookshelves,” you said as you and Jungwon walked into one of the cafes along the university district street. Lo-fi music waltzed through the room, accompanied by the sounds of light chatter and some keyboards. Most people were by themselves or with one other person, earbuds plugged into their ears and their attention tuned into their work or the snack food on the plate next to them. 

Jungwon slung an arm over your shoulders and led you to the front counter to order something. “For sure, for sure. But I did like the privacy of it.”

“Kissing does not constitute as studying though, Jungwon.”

He smirked. “It is productive though.”

Before you could retort, he was already ordering a cup of coffee for himself. He sent you an innocent glance. “Honey, wanna share a slice of black forest cake?”

You shook out of your flustered daze. “Oh, uh, sure.” Though, you noted that impish gleam in his pretty eyes. “I’d also like a glass of iced tea, please.”

When the two of you had finished up at the cashier, you went to find a nice place to sit. Near the window, there was a small booth available, perfect for just the two of you. As you slid into the booth, Jungwon appeared with a tray of your purchased items. 

“I figured we could start with chem—”

Jungwon’s eyes widened in surprise as he had already stabbed a piece of cake with his fork. “Oh. Whoops.”

You laughed a little and grabbed your own fork. “Okay, okay. We can try the cake first.”

“No, no, no—here.” He stopped your hand with his own, then lifted his fork of cake across the table and to your lips. You sighed as soon as the sweet chocolate and tart cherry combination hit your tongue. That was really good cake. 

You watched as Jungwon stabbed another piece of the cake with his fork to put into his mouth. As soon as he swallowed, he said, “We indirectly kissed.” 

You nearly snorted. “That’s why you stopped me from getting cake?”

He pouted slightly. “Well, duh. And I fed you some anyway.” A smile worked his way to his mouth as he watched the way you deadpanned at him. He set down his fork for a second while he dug around his backpack. “Okaay, enough games, Yn. Let’s get to studying.”

“Yang Jung—”

“I think I’d be able to see your reading materials better if I sat next to you.”

You sent him another look and he burst out laughing. “Okay, okay. I’m sorry, honey.” But despite that, he still moved his backpack out of his way of sliding into the booth beside you, squishing his body up beside yours. He glanced at you from the side, that mischievous look in his eyes present once more. 

“This is a date, isn’t it? We’re not actually gonna study?” You asked when he failed to actually bring his notebook or laptop when he moved over. 

He grinned. “Mhm. Just enjoy it.”

You definitely enjoyed it, alright, as soon as you accepted your fate. No studying would be done that afternoon under Jungwon’s watch. But you didn’t mind much. Snuggling up with Jungwon in that booth, feeding each other cake, and hearing about each other’s days was a lot better than the original plan anyway. 

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[milkywaybottles]

I really don't want to stress you but it's my birthday in 4 days and I was wondering if you could write a little something with Copia celebrating his s/o's birthday? Maybe you could also add that reader isn't a huge fan of their birthday and prefers something lowkey? Thanks a lot!

I'm so sorry if this doesn't come on the right day because I'm assuming time zones and stuff but..... HAPPY BIRTHDAY, OMG! I'm very flattered you would choose me for your birthday drabbles. Hopefully, you enjoy it, as this is my gift from me to you <3 (As you can see, I'm a sucker for the Impera-tour black and white photos)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Birthday Surprise - Copia (The Band Ghost) x Reader Oneshot

Word Count: 1k Reader's Pronouns: Gender Neutral and Unspecified

Your slumber was shattered by the sound of curtains being whipped open from every angle of your bedroom. Eyes peeling open, your senses were flooded with the bright morning light spilling all over your furniture. Your lover was a blur as he skipped across the room, appearing to be in a hurry while he rushed out the door. Still fighting back sleep, you shook your head of weariness and bawled your fists, bringing them to your eyes until you saw spots.

"Cop.....ia?" You whispered between yawns, but he was already gone. Frowning, you ripped back the layers of sheets weighing on your chest and slid your body over the side of your bed. Had he forgotten? You tried not to care because you didn't care for your birthday, but...

Shaking the thought away, you crept from the bed, wincing at the light squeaking noise followed by silence. Shuffling on the carpet, you passed the standing mirror, catching a brief glimpse of your dishevelled and tired appearance. Shoulders slumping, you cast your eyes away from the mirror. A light breeze swept through the open window, blowing stray hairs across your face. You shivered, making your way out of the room to enter the towering stone hallways of the ministry.

A clatter of noises escaped from the kitchen, drawing your intrigue. As if your ears had perked up, you followed the sound until your eyes landed on the source. Copia stood like a deer caught in headlights, a bright blue bowl and whisk shoved under his arm, and his eyes were drawn open wide. Instantly, he leapt into action with the bowl still under his arm, he gently pressed his hands to your back, guiding you out of the doorway. From what you could make out, there were ghastly splatters of an unknown substance across the roof and walls of the kitchen, knowing Sister would unleash her wrath upon your partner if he did not clean it.

"No no, not yet, Cara" he urged, putting himself between the doorway and you. His hair was tossed to one side, jacket hanging loosely from his shoulders. If you hadn't known he was baking, one could assume he was working out. Your head twisted in interest before he brought his fingers to his lips, a high-pitched whistle filling your ears. As if a puff of smoke, a tall figure emerged beside you and you lifted your head to peer at them. A smile slid up your lips to see Aether.

Instead of giving you a chance to respond, he cut in, "Come on, I've gotta show you a new riff I've been working on"

You saw right through his act, "At 8 o clock in the morning?". He took a moment, placing his hand on your back to again, guide you away from the kitchen. The wooden door was quietly shut behind Copia as he disappeared into the confines of the kitchen. "Aether, this isn't the way towards your room"

His head tilted and his lip formed a sharp smirk, "Isn't it? Oh well" -

-

So, after an hour of Aether taking you around the ministry to show you ' important stuff', distractions, you found yourself seated at the worn kitchen table, all previous seats empty. A surge of loneliness ran through you, missing your ghoul friends who were missing from their usual spots at the table. The ministry housed a kitchen and a large dining hall for all the other members of the clergy. The people who sat in the kitchen were the inner circle, those who were other members of the clergy sat in the dining room with the tables that seemed to go on forever.

Copia was hard at work, insisting you couldn't turn around to observe what he was doing. If he caught you taking a single peek, his face would turn an embarrassing shade of red and would shoo you. You were left humming, drumming your fingers playfully against the tabletop. Eventually, the clatter of dishes and plates stopped as you heard his feet take steps closer to you.

A dish was passed over your head and sat in front of you,

"Happy Birthday, Cara Mia" he spoke, planting a kiss firmly on the crown of your head. Your eyes landed on the dish in front of you, glazing over the mountain of pancakes, waterfalls of syrup dripping from the sides, garnished with your favourite fruit. Stomach gurgling, you smiled sheepishly at him, your heart fluttering at his thoughtfulness.

"Thank you, really, you didn't have to do this for me"

"It was nothing" he began, voice faltering for a moment, "So I was thinking today we could go for a picnic at the park for lunch, go shopping and then go out for dinner at a popular restaurant?". You paused, mind souring at the thought of going to a stuffy restaurant filled with pompous people and overpriced food.

Pursing your lips, you placed your hand reassuringly over Copia's, "Or.... we could stay in, go for a walk in the ministry garden, order in and have a movie night with our favourite people...?". His face turned upside down, "No, no! Not that your idea isn't good but maybe I just prefer something more.... lowkey?" you stuttered, face flushing like an idiot.

His expression was unreadable for a moment, processing your words. You could imagine that you may sound ungrateful, and your stomach bubbled with anxiety, as well as hunger, but mostly anxiety. He suddenly stood from the table, causing you to jump at the screech of his chair,

"AETHER! TELL RAIN TO CANCEL THE DOVE CAGE, THE LIGHT SHOW AND THE ENTOURAGE, AS WELL AS THE DINNER RESERVATION!". Then his body slowly turned to you with a soft smile, the one that made you fall in love with him, "Whatever you wish, Tesoro. We can rent out Jaws and get some ice cream, and cuddle by the fire with some popcorn, huh?"

Your mind melted at his tooth-rotting sweetness, his willingness to drop all of his plans to do whatever made you feel comfortable. His grip on your hand was as tight as ever, placing both hands over yours.

"We will make it the best birthday you could possibly have"

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

[gotnofucks]

Will you make me a drabble where I ask Steve to be my daddy or just make him my daddy🥺🥺👉👈 love you bestie!!

Title: The Journey to Daddy

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Summary: Five times you call Steve ‘daddy’, and the one times he asks you to.

Words: 1.6k

Warning: slight smut, daddy kink, some jealousy and possessiveness, 18+ Only

A/N: There is only one person who can ever make me go soft. Berry, this is for you. Love you more my queen @donutloverxo

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1.

Sometimes, you felt like an onion. You had a lot of layers around you: secrets, insecurities, dreams you were scared of living, things that were never said. And every time, it felt like Steve would peel a layer to expose the truest form of you. You'd never felt as naked as you did when his eyes were fixed on you, with no judgement or question, only love.

You'd been going out for months now, learning about each other, exploring your boundaries. Steve was the most attentive boyfriend. He was caring and respectful, always there for you before you even asked for him. He'd lift you up when you needed something from the top shelf. He'd cook for you because he knew you liked the domestic look on him. He'd tickle you to tears when you were down, trailing kisses down your forehead to your nose to your chin before blowing a raspberry on the hollow of your neck that would have you giggling.

Steve was so perfect, and it was very unconscious the first time you called him Daddy. You were in the kitchen and had broken a plate when Steve came rushing out, carrying you away from the wreckage to make sure you were okay. he wouldn't let you clean it, afraid you'd hurt yourself.

"You're okay baby?" He had asked.

"Yes daddy" you had softly replied into his neck, soothed by his smell. And though he didn't say anything, the thought kept running in his head. Daddy?

2.

Your cries got higher with each thrust, nails digging into Steve’s shoulder as he pumped into you. He loved it when you got like this, all dumbed down and messy, garbling words that felt like poetry to him. You came around him again, squeezing his length between the velvety walls of your sex and he released into you with a growl.

Sweaty and spent, you looked a beauty to him as you laid under his naked body covered in his essence. His large body framed yours and as he leaned in to kiss your glistening and bruised lips, you tiredly said, "I love you, daddy".

He stilled, whispering a love you back before collapsing next to you. Looking at you drifting away, he got up to clean you and cover you up, holding you close as his thoughts ran wild. There it was again. Daddy. Why did you call him that?

3.

Your birthdays were more important to Steve than they were to you. Every time, even when you’d not been dating, Steve would pull all stops for your birthday. He’d arrange a party that would consist only of your closest friends and family, cook all your favorite food, and would make sure everyone got you a present you liked.

There was that time Steve had made a list and gave it out. “Just get her something from this. I know what she likes.” Idiot. He should have put only his name on the list, since there was nothing you wanted more than him. Today, as you celebrated this day as a couple, he decided to make it intimate and private.

He decorated the balcony in your favorite fairy lights, lightening soft candles and putting your favorite flowers everywhere so that it smelled divine. You both sat under the stars, holding each other as you snuggled in the blanket, talking in hushed tone.

“What did you wish for when you blew the candles?” He asked, pressing his lips on the crown of your head. You looked at him, eyes reflecting the candles that danced in the wind.

“I have everything I want. Here.” You said, touching his chest. “You’re all I want. Thank you for today, daddy.”

You kissed him, not noticing the slight hitch in his breath as you said that. Daddy, he liked how that sounded.

4.

The sounds of typing were a normal in your house, but it bothered Steve when it went past midnight for the third night in a row. He saw you stifle another yawn, rubbing at your eyes as you tried to finish this project on time. You worked way too hard if you asked him.

“Baby, come to bed. It’s late.”

“I can’t, really need to get this done.”

Steve sighed, washing your now empty coffee mug before sitting beside you. He counted three more yawns along with four curses whispered under your breath and he knew he needed to step in. Gently stopping your hand, he turned you to face him and cupped your face.

“You still have four days before you need to turn this in. Come to bed honey, you’re tired and I don’t wanna sleep without you.”

You pouted, tired and internally glad that he finally stopped you. Nodding, you allowed him to more or less carry you into the bedroom and put you into pajamas, tucking you into the warmth of his body as he turned out the lights.

“Sleep, sweetheart. I’ll make you your favorite breakfast tomorrow so you’re all charged up for another day of working. I love you.”

His arms came around you, your back to his chest. Tangling your fingers with his, you pressed a sleepy kiss on his knuckles before whispering into the dark, “good night daddy. Love you too.”

5.

The fifth time you did it, you scared him.

The Avengers Gala was something Steve hated and loved. He loved he could have you on his arm, his girl to proclaim before the world. His friends got together and had a nice time, and people he hadn’t seen for a while surfaced too.

What Steve couldn’t handle was the audacity of men to ogle you. Despite you being on his arm, they would follow you with their creepy eyes, trying to sneak in a word whenever someone pulled him away from you. He knew he mustn’t be jealous; if there was anything Steve was ever secure about, it was your love for him. But he couldn’t stand still watching some good for nothing bastard try to win you over with a pick up line that was older than he was.

“Excuse me gentlemen” He almost growled, taking your arm possessively before whisking you away into a dark corner, intent on having you all to himself. You rolled your eyes, used to this act by now. You’d never told him, but it was almost endearing watching a man like him get so antsy over you.

“You can’t always hide me away!” You chided him but didn’t push him away. You preferred his company over any other, and if were to take you home right now, you wouldn’t mind. Steve bit his lips before cutting a glance to the men who were flirting with you earlier, a snarl lodged in his chest.

“No, but I can do this!” His lips crashed on yours, pulling you into a deep kiss that tasted of his power and love. You melted into his touch, arms hooking around his neck to bring him down to your height, tongues tangling together in a sloppy kiss. Steve didn’t let up until you had to finally break to breath, both panting hard.

“What was that for?” You asked, softly touching your lips that tingled.

“To remind everyone that you belong to me!” He said, pulling you closer. You smiled, pressing another kiss on his lips before tucking your head under his neck.

“Of course I belong to you daddy.”

He spent the rest of the party distracted. You’d called him that a lot recently. But why? Did you want him to be a daddy? You'd both decided to never to have children in the early days of getting together. Why then did you call him daddy? And why did it send a thrill down his back? God, he hoped you weren't pregnant.

+ 1

The morning after the party, he woke you up with kisses trailing down your neck, soothing the sting of the bites he had placed there last night. As you whimpered, wanting to sleep some more, he pushed a hand under your top to tickle your ribs, smiling as you giggled and squirmed.

“Steve!” You squealed as he reached under your breast. He chuckled before kissing up your exposed tummy, loving the sounds of your laughter as he reached your mouth and pressed deep and slow kisses there.

“Good morning.” He said, nuzzling his nose into you. You sighed in happiness, snuggling into him and breathing in his scent.

“Good morning.”

You stayed that way for a while, him gently rocking you back and forth as you hummed, enjoying the quiet morning together. It was after a few minutes that Steve spoke.

“Why do you call me daddy?”

A sudden shyness came over you and you buried your face deeper into his chest, not speaking. Steve tutted, gently pulling you back and titling your face up to meet his eyes.

"Do you want us to have a kid?" Steve asked and you shook your head.

"No." You said, embarrassed.

"Then why do you call me daddy?"

You looked at him with glittering eyes, cupping his cheek softly that was threatening to develop a scruff if not shaved.

"Because I trust you." You said. "I never have to hide from you, never have to worry. You look after me, you love me unconditionally. You care about me in a way no one has ever before. When you take charge, it makes me feel good. I love it when you guide me in bed. I love it when you step up and look after me. Calling you daddy puts those feelings into words."

Steve couldn't look away from you and your eyes. The love and trust you put in him made him a better person, it made him feel worthy. All he ever wanted in life was to have someone to call his own, to hold them and love them and never let any harm come to them. Looking into your eyes, he knew he had all he wanted. He held you closer and tighter, brushing your lips with his.

"Say it again then, baby."

"Daddy"

[sweetdejun]

for the drabble game could I request prompts 1 and 29 with Lee Know from Stray Kids <3

prompts:

“it’s too hot, maybe we should take our clothes off" + “take a picture, it’ll last longer”

genre/trope: fluff, humor/roommates!au

warnings: none

pairing: lee know x reader

word count: 848

a/n: I hope you like it! I wrote this with a post-finals brain so I hope it makes sense lol

luck was usually not on your side. it came as no surprise to you that during the hottest week, your jank apartment's AC unit practically combusted, and your entire building lost AC for the day. on top of that, it's a long weekend so although you're thankful you're not working,  the city's busy so it would be impossible to find an open hotel to stay in. this leaves you with minimal choices for places to stay... but then, you can't just think about yourself anymore. you have a roommate now.

minho is a friend of a friend, who was looking for an apartment in a  new city, where you happened to stay. he moved to your place for the time being while he found another apartment, so he's been your interim roommate for a few months. he's charming, funny, and sometimes a smartass. you'd be lying if you didn't start feeling something for him, and you hoped nothing came off as obvious on your end. thinking about him as you were leaving work, you just hope that he's not passed out from the heat at the apartment right now.

you give him a call when you drive home. “hey minho, is the AC back on?” he groans in response, “no, I thought by the time I got home today, the AC would be fixed, but the landlord said that it’s gonna be gone for at least a couple more hours.” great. “well, shit. what now? I’ll pick up dinner on my way home, there’s no way I want to stand in front of a hot stove now.” “sounds good, why don’t you pick up some cold noodles from the Korean store that’s on your way home, I’m sure I can call and order them!” cold noodles sounded refreshing, especially for the inferno you were about to arrive to. “that’s perfect, I’ll see you in a bit.” 

you picked up the noodles from the Korean store mere minutes later. the lady had them ready, mentioning how your boyfriend requested for his to be extra spicy and that she marked it. you thanked her, the shy smile on your mouth at the mention of ‘boyfriend’. you dread the moment you enter your building because lo and behold, as soon as you step in, a wave of heat slaps your face. you quickly go up to your apartment in short, quick breaths. as soon as you open the door, you find minho on the couch, pinching his shirt and erratically pulling it away then back towards him, in an attempt to cool his body down. “thank goodness you’re finally here! let’s eat!”

you both take your time to enjoy the noodles, cool and refreshing against the thick, humid air of the room. unfortunately, your joy doesn’t last as long, because as soon as the two of you finish eating and hop back on the couch, the lights go out. it’s pitch black in the apartment, and it’s hot. “well isn’t this just fantastic,” you groan loudly. “it’s hot, and it’s dark.” minho hums in thought, before saying, “you’re right. it’s too hot, maybe we should take our clothes off,” and you hear the suggestiveness in his voice. you reach for the cushion behind your back and throw it at his direction, which you deem successful when you hear a thump and a “hey, I was kidding!” but you take the time to think, logically he can’t see you, and your phones can’t charge anymore so you won’t be wasting your precious batteries on using flashlights. it’s hot and he’s right, so you begin peeling off layers of your clothes. 

slowly but surely, your shirt comes off, and you’re exhaling at the exposure of your skin and the air that reaches it. you’ve lied back against the couch and closed your eyes, relishing in the silence. the problem is that you don’t realize when the lights turn on and more importantly when minho’s gaze falls on your half-naked form. it is only when you hear a surprised yelp that your eyes fly open and you see a nervous minho scramble off the couch. perhaps it’s because you’re in a tired daze, but you find your confidence when you look up at him, still staring down at you. “take a picture, it’ll last longer,” you tell him and he blinks, looking away immediately. “sorry! I didn’t think you would actually listen when I said to take your clothes off…” you stand up and grab your shirt, lazily throwing it on and smirking at minho’s flustered state. “don’t worry about it, I was feeling hot so I took my shirt off. it was dark in here anyway, and I didn’t know when the lights would come back on. anyways, I’m going to bed, I’ll see you in the morning, minho.” minho is speechless, and watched as you sauntered off into your room. when the AC turns on mere hours later, minho’s in his room, silently wishing that the power goes out one more time when the two of you are together again.