#* wc: 693

[lucielxbe]

✏️

♫ kainé/salvation - nier ost nier automata au

it’s always been strange to luciel that androids were programmed with personality traits. he knows that siwoo, in particular, was programmed with ‘honesty’. though that somehow came with ‘curiosity’, which could be a good thing since he’s a scanner-type android. he still never quite understood why androids needed such things, but questioning the council of humanity’s decisions never once cross his mind.

he’s just a battler-type android, all he needs to do is to follow instructions and keep an eye on siwoo.

they’ve been assigned as partners for a long time. luciel is good at coordinating with fellow androids, but with siwoo sometimes…. they ran into trouble. one of those troubles had led to their present situation: a freaky head plastered onto a sales vehicle requesting them to find some flowers.

“it sounds suspicious, we should report it it immediately,” luciel told siwoo.

“huh? we should give it a try, hello? it looks fucking weird but it seems… nice?” the other blinked his eyes at him. “this is my duty, let’s just go with it. i need to know more.”

luciel took some time to process a decision, then sighed, “i should also tell headquarters to remove your ‘vulgarity’.”

“what the- fuck you???” siwoo responded, probably on purpose.

nevertheless, they went ahead with it. they had no reason to refuse its requests anyways, perhaps they could discover more information about the machine lifeforms they were fighting to send the data back to headquarters. siwoo made the right decision.

after finding those flowers three times, it brought them to a place underground.

it’s dark, which is natural for an underground place. yet luciel couldn’t help but to remain still for a brief moment to take in the scenery lighted up by a field of glowing white flowers.

the cart lifeform sounded extremely happy and started rambling about its past, how it once had a main body that split into pieces to protect earth. it’s weird, none of this was recorded the library of data. and that is what siwoo said.

“and i thought we knew everything… hey, nii-san, let’s go look around,” siwoo goes head to explore, even though there isn’t actually much other than a bunk bed with a roof right in the middle of the field. according to the cart, a human used to live in it. “that’s weird, this bunk bed feels familiar…” siwoo mumbles, crossing his arms while staring at the bed.

luciel stays silent.

“it’s my first time seeing this flower, but why does it feel so fami-”

“oh! this is a lunar tear!” the cart interrupts abruptly. “these used to grow all over the place, like the desert… but eventually the sand took over the soil and it stopped growing. this was a dear friend’s favourite flower. you can have one though! i’ll give one to you!”

“really? that sounds like a sad story… but thanks. hey, luciel nii-san, why are you so quiet for?”

luciel scoffs at him, “reporting to headquarters about what we discovered, of course.”

yorha no.8 type S has rediscovered lunar tears. he is showing signs of recovering his 32nd life’s memories data. proceed for execution?

memories. no, that’s wrong. how could luciel make that kind of mistake? androids only have data that can be implanted, altered, or deleted; they were nothing like memories.

luciel’s finger hovers over the ‘send’ button. his eyes turn to lay upon siwoo, chatting away happily with the cart. he’s always wondered… what was the personality trait that was programmed into himself? androids shouldn’t feel pain or remorse when they destroy a fellow android, and yet at his core it feels… crushing.

it’s for the sake of humanity, he tells himself in his mind repeatedly.

“hey, what’s up?”

the executioner battler-type android smiled.

“did you know, lunar tears are said to grant wishes?”

“no way, are you serious?!”

report received. execute yorha no.8 type S.

“mmh. you were the one who told me a long time ago.”

luciel never believed that a flower could grant wishes, only god could do that. but once upon a time during the duration of siwoo’s 19th life… he foolishly thought it was possible.

[beseojun]

"take a deep breath, you got this" - seojun's answers to the interview

when seokjin calls him over, seojun can’t help the way his heart drums against his chest. he knows he’s not gonna get kicked out at all but his overthinking loves getting the better of him. it’s just a interview and he’s ready to say what pops into his mind instantly. at least he can breath easy even with the looming of being in the danger zone above his head.

“maybe you could start by telling me how project green has been for you. you were the leader last month, yes? was it your first time leading a group? how has that experience been like?

“project green has been different but i really like it and enjoy getting to know everyone.” he nods his head before answering. “i was.” he can’t help but sigh a bit, knowing that he was overthinking again. “it was my first time leading a group. i’ve only been a coach before this. it was a lot. i know i let the feeling of being a leader get to me which stopped me from actually being a leader.” it was always his nerves getting to him which let him know that he couldn’t be a leader with that type of mindset.

“i see. i hope you’ve taken the feedback that we shared seriously. do you believe that you led the group well? or were there any shortcomings?” 

“i have. i made sure to take any feedback and use it to push myself. honestly, i don’t think i did. i feel i let them down in that aspect and left it all to siwoo. i put to much focus on other things instead. i know if i get the chance to be a leader again, i’ll strive to be the best possible.”

“you’ve also been moved to the danger zone. how does that make you feel, seojun?”

“it makes me feel bad like i know i can be better and i fell flat on something that i usually do well. i don’t like being in the danger zone and will push myself out of it. i will prove that i am better and wanna be here alongside everyone else. i’ll make sure to do the best for everyone.”

“alright. and what were your thoughts on last month’s mission? is that your first time performing as a team? did it help you get to know your fellow project green members better?” 

“last months mission was fun. i loved the concept we went for and it was nice performing alongside everyone.” he smiled a bit. he nodded his head instantly before he answered. “yeah, it’s the first time we’ve all performed as a group. i��ve only performed with a few of them before so this was nice. i feel it really did let me get to know them better especially those i’ve never gotten the chance to talk to before.” maybe they’d get closer this way and seojun could let loose more instead of feeling he could only be not awkward around two of them.

“got it! thanks seojun. now onto this month’s mission. you’re no longer leader, but you’re doing exciting things. how does this month’s mission make you feel?”

“i’m excited. i am already all for dancing and showing that i can stand out while onstage. plus getting to perform is one of many things i enjoy a lot.” it was one thing he liked about busking when he got to do it all the time before becoming a trainee.

“you’ll have to perform in front of fellow trainees, and senior idols. does that make you nervous?” 

“i’m a bit nervous but i always feel some nerves when knowing i’m performing in front of many people. usually those nerves go away when i’m performing though so i’m ready to see how everyone enjoys what we have in store.” he beams, smiling a bit.

once he hears the thanks from seokjin and gets told to go back to practice, seojun feels like a flame has started to burn inside him. he’s so ready to put everything into this and make him as well as the rest of the project green members proud.

[evemeows]

i am once again thinking about cowboy/lumberjack/farmer/general blue collar worker logan and the sweet young thing that is his boss' daughter...

cw: explicit smut MDNI, unprotected piv, creampie, implied virginity loss, implied age gap, afab reader wears a dress, logan refers to her as 'princess' 'sweetheart', wrote this on my phone and did not edit it amen, if i missed any tags please lmk!

wc: 693 words

"This is so- fuck- so wrong, sweetheart..." His guttural grunt made your eyes flutter shut and a shudder run down your spine and straight to your pussy, "Ruinin' ya like this, what would your daddy think, huh?"

You couldn't reply even if you wanted to, to try to convince Logan this only felt right, and who gives a shit what anyone else thinks. Instead your mind was a puddle at your feet. Or it would be, but he had you hiked onto the wall of the barn, your legs wrapped around his waist.

Your sundress was pushed up and over your tits so his hands could roughly grope them when he had the chance.

You simply rested your sweaty forehead on his shoulder, clutching his arms tightly as he rutted up into you. "Lo- Logan!" A squeal wrought from your chest as he shifted slightly, pulling you down further on his cock as one of his hands abandoned your tit to rub tight circles on your swollen clit.

Just as you went to beg for more he hit the gummy spot inside you that had your vision spanned with black dots. Logan grinned at you, feeling how awfully close to the edge he'd brought you.

"Better princess? Tha' the spot that's gonna make my sweet girl come?" You could only marvel at how not out of breath he sounded, almost unaffected by your damn near literal roll in the hay that unless you didn't have his cock throbbing inside of you and feel how taut his muscles were, you'd think this was just another day for him.

You nodded and pulled your head back, a whine caught in your throat at the debauched look of his hair tousled and flannel pushed down his shoulders. You dipped in for a kiss and Logan pulled back, a mischievous look on his face, "What's that, sweetheart? Gotta use your- ngh- words."

"Fuck! Want a kiss, please, please-" You continue to beg, wanton moans and cries slipping from your lips before he finally captures your mouth with his.

It's wet and barely louder than the slick sounds of your cunt as he fucks up into you at that same breakneck speed. Before Logan even goes to break the kiss, your high hits.

A keening noise rises high in your throat, met by Logan's grunt as you gush around him. He reared back, desperate to see your orgasm contort your face with pleasure.

All through it, he continues to rut into you, keeping that oh so steady pace that had you whimpering with overstimulation. Your nails dug deep enough into his biceps to draw blood, the feeling causing his eyes to roll slightly.

"Keep doin' that n squeezing me like that, and I'm gonna cum, princess," He spoke it as if it was a threat but all you heard was salvation. You nodded and looked him right in the eyes.

With a hand moving up to grip the back of his head of hair, "Wan' you to fill me up, please, Lo? Please- I need it-" A soft gasp escaping your lips once more as tears filled your eyes, pain and pleasure mixing in all the overwhelming new feelings.

It seemed that was all the permission he needed, a hoarse groan your only warning before he buried himself deep and came inside your cunt, warming you from the inside out as heat burns your cheeks.

Logan pants against your shoulder, small and inconsequential murmurs of praise falling from his mouth as you struggle to gain the ability to breathe much less speak again.

Hours later when you've come back around to your senses while picking a splinter of wood from the barn out of your back, you'll look back on this moment and wonder why it took you so damn long to finally make a move on your father's worker.

Because as you slip down from his waist and let your dress fall down to your knees- which are weak as jelly, wavering underneath you- and Logan's arm slides around your waist with a reserved smile, propping you up against him, you swear you can feel yourself falling anyways.

[myjayisarockstar]

first date

boyfriend!hyung line x gn!reader

synapsis: quick scenarios on where the hyung line would take you on your first date together

genre: fluff; no warnings needed

wc: 693

a/n: this was written in like 20 minutes so i apologize if it is literally horrible

Heeseung

He would 100% take you to an arcade for your first date. With his love for games he thought what better of a place for a first date right. He will get competitive when it comes to certain games but most of the time I can see him trying to let you win unless you’re just god awful at it. If it was a one player game and you didn’t know how to play it, Heeseung would take the chance to show off a little by showing you how to play. This man is very playful and will definitely tease you if you’re really bad at a game. BUT he will find it so endearing when you start pouting at his words and will immediately apologize and tell you he was joking. The night would end with the two of you getting ice cream and talking about all the stupid arcade prizes each of you won. Heeseung WILL be getting you a plushie no matter what, even if it takes him an extra 1000 tickets he is determined to make sure you walk out of that date with something he won for you.

Jay

I can’t think of Jay doing anything other than a nice dinner date out for a first date. He’s a very classic type of guy and will take you out somewhere more upscale since he has the means to do so (he just wants to spoil you ). He also just wanted an excuse to see you dressed up in something pretty. Will be the perfect gentleman from the time he picks you up to the time he drops you back off at home: opening the car/restaurant door for you, pulling back your chair and pushing you into the table, if you’re walking on the sidewalk he will be walking on the street side, and so so much more because this man is so smitten by you. If you even think about paying for this meal he will quickly stop you and tell you that you never have to pay for a date as long as you’re with him (he loves to spoil his favorite person).

Jake

Picnic date. Jake is the type to love the outdoors and would LOVE to sit out in nature with you. He will also insist on making all the food himself so it can be more special (even though his cooking expertise is limited). On the day of your date he will show up with everything packed in a cute picnic basket and a picnic blanket in hand. He made some peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, apple slices, and some crackers along with a couple thermoses of ramen because it’s one of the only things he knows how to cook. Jake will take you to the prettiest park he knows to make sure the scenery is perfect for this date. You two will have such a lovely time enjoying each other's presence and talking about literally anything until the sun goes down. You two will watch the sunset together and it will make for the perfect romantic ending to this date.

Sunghoon

It would be a crime if I made Sunghoon’s literally anything except for ice skating. He genuinely would not know anywhere else to take you so his first instinct was to take you back to his own element. Sunghoon was fully prepared to be taking it slow with you while skating because not everyone has the same experience as him, so he will be holding your hands guiding you through the rink until you start to get the hang of skating (also sees it as an opportunity to be close to you). Fair warning he will laugh at you if you fall and eat shit, but will eventually help you up off the ice and back to your feet. And if you ask if you can simply sit and watch him skate how he used to, his heart would literally skip a beat. He would pretend to protest for a minute but would eventually oblige and show you some of his old tricks he used to do on the ice.

[str4ngr]

proximity.

m. fusiguro. | my drug, my addiction.

cw: suggestive, foul language, pre-relationship, mutual pining, college student! (aged up for legal purposes) megumi and reader, drinking, gn! reader. wc: 693. notes: guys, do not drink underage!

Parties were not a common occurrence in Tokyo's finest colleges. At least of this messy sort.

However, someone, neither of you knew who it was, had one. It wasn't just university students either, random students who found out and treated it like a B.Y.O.B. event also filled the house.

Regardless, Megumi didn't know if he was going left or right in the sea of drunk students, desperate to figure out why he was there in the first place. He was pretty sure it was a mission, but he was also pretty sure Itadori and Nobara wouldn't be laughing as they dropped him off with you if it was.

He needed to find you, required to make sure there was no curse, and both of you would come back in one piece. The two of you got separated by some drunk stampede in a desperate chase for more liquor. It had been nearly an hour since you had been whisked away into the jungle of drinkers. Besides, Megumi was not feeling any more interested in this party than when he first came here with an unamused glare.

Megumi continued to grunt in irritation as he shoved through the crowd, looking through the sea of hair and party hats for you. More than once, he thought he spotted you, but it was someone else. And someone else. And someone else. It was getting to his head. Growling in annoyance, he continued to call your phone over and over as if you would hear it over the piercing music.

Wandering, more like tripping, into one of the random bathrooms that had no place being as clean as it was during a party of this kind, Megumi crashed into someone familiar,

"Y/n!"

He calls, half gasping, half scolding in tone as he grabs your shoulders. He flusters as you lean into his figure, giggling with flushed cheeks,

"Hi, 'Gumi~"

You grin, clearly inebriated and not in the right head space, but maybe an honest one. Someone laughs and closes the door behind you two, leaving you isolated. His cheeks only burned more, they were mistaken. You two are teammates, not—

Megumi stared as you laughed, arms wrapped around each other in an intimate way he didn't expect. Fuck.

What the hell was even going on? Megumi asked himself a series of similar questions, brows furrowed as you grinned and giggled, his lips twitching in amusement. There was no curse, and there was no criminal. Well, if there were one, why not call the police? There were crimes, sure, but not something out of the ordinary for such a place.

No matter what path he took, it all led his eyes back to you. Your perfect figure adorned in a perfectly you dress, one that accentuated your body in ways Megumi had never thought to look at. His heart raced behind his ribs, shaking his bones as he licked his lips. His mouth felt dry, breath hot. You clung to him, wobbly knees making you stumble, and he let you. Following as you fell back against the wall, he knew he didn't have to. He knew he could more than easily resist your pull. But he didn't. His arms framed your face as he peered towards you, hot, heavy breaths fanning down your collarbones.

Electricity snapped between you and him, your eyes half-lidded, colored lips parted as your arms lazily wrapped around his neck. It felt almost intentional how you were so close to what you wanted. Your fuddled gaze traced the seductive features of his perfect face, wanting to reach out and touch his flushed skin. Taking your lip between your teeth, your eyes fell from his to his lips,

"Megumi..."

You sighed, saliva pooling in your mouth as your arms dropped, hands lingering on his sturdy shoulders.

"Do you fucking know what you do to me?"

He growled, hand wrapping around the back of your skull to bring your lips to his. It was messy, the only pair of sober lips directing your drunken movements in languid passion. You laughed into his lips, teeth clashing as your fingers twirled the longer strands of his hair.

notes: tweaking i need him s

[su8ki]

BSF DRABBLE W/ BND

BSF! bnd x reader. ot6. fluff. drabbles. synopsis - random scenario where ot6 bnd plan a surprise birthday party for you except it doesn’t go as planned. wc. 693

a/n - first work on this blog so hopefully it isnt too bad. no romance involved for this as i just wanted to depict genuine close friendships

++ read under the cut!

✧. ┊ bnd planning a surprise party for you (ot6)

“woonhak, you spelled ‘birthday’ wrong on the cake!”

at the mention of the error, riwoo and jaehyun, who had occupied the kitchen along with woonhak and sungho, looked down at the cake. almost immediately, the two burst out into a fit of laughter.

woonhak, who had been in charge of the writing on the cake, began to panic. you were bound to arrive any minute now with taesan and leehan as they were assigned to bring you back home after a planned hangout.

“what do i do??” he opts to seek help from sungho as the other two were too busy laughing at his mistake. “we don’t have an extra cake!”

in the midst of the youngers panic, the sound of a text coming from riwoo’s phone had caught the attention of the four boys.

leehan: we’re outside, get ready.

the laughter that filled the room was soon replaced with panic-- with riwoo, sungho and woonhak rushing to hide themselves behind the kitchen counter and jaehyun running to switch off the lights before joining them.

“quick, put the candles on the cake!” sungho whispers hurriedly to jaehyun. they watch anxiously as the boy digs in his pocket, searching for the candle that he was assigned to hold. as they continued to wait, jaehyun nervously looked at the three in front of him. “uhh i think i lost the candles.”

“and you had the nerve to laugh at my mistake.” woonhak rolled his eyes.

"at least i know how to spell." "why didnt you do it then?" "why should i when that was your job."

as the two continued whispering back and forth, with sungho and riwoo attempting to mediate, they missed the sound of the door unlocking.

“why is it so dark in here.”

at the sound of your voice, the group's eyes go wide, only fueling another cycle of whispered complaints. with footsteps growing near, woonhak grabs the first thing he spots and shoves it on top of the cake. having no time to process the sudden move, the four sprung up as the lights turned on, shouting a loud happy birthday!

looking at the string of decorations and the boys around you, your initial shock was soon replaced with a feeling of warmth. it was heartwarming, however, you couldn’t help but notice the nervous smiles that painted the faces of the four in front of you, especially woonhak.

“why do you look so nervous?” you ask teasingly. it wasn’t until you looked down at the item in the hands of the youngest when you realized the source of their nerves.

“happy..” you pause, trying to bite back the laugh that wanted to escape your lips. “brithday?”

at that, taesan and leehan were quick to look at the cake, groaning in frustration. “you guys had one job!” at taesan’s outburst, the laugh you had been trying to suppress had finally escaped. “and why is there a plastic fork in the cake??”

woonhak frowns. “i panicked! you guys gave me less than five minutes to work on the cake and jaehyun hyung lost the candle so I had no choice!”

while the six of them continued arguing about the cake and blaming each other for supposedly "ruining the surprise,” you had finally calmed down from laughing. taking in the moment, you could only smile in adoration at the group in front of you.

“thank you guys for doing this,” the genuine appreciation evident in your tone. “it means a lot to me.”

the boys could only stare at you in awe. jaehyun was the first to move, immediately rushing to engulf you in a side hug with a smile adorning his face. one by one, the rest followed suit and surrounded themselves around your figure. after a moment passes, they finally decide to break away and give you some space.

leehan spoke, breaking the silence. "enough of the sappy stuff," he slings an arm around your shoulder, "let's cut your cake now!"

"about that," woonhak trails, growing more nervous as all eyes were on him "i may or may not have found that fork on the floor and shoved it into the cake..."

end.

[ethereacals]

“you’re too sweet for me” part two

read part 1 here!

wc: 693

summary; you partially own your mums coffee & flower shop, so it’s no secret that you’d have a little (big) work crush on a boy whom you only know from his signature on the receipts.

ships; poly!marauders x fem!barista!reader

contents; mild language, sirius is a flirt, slight gilmore girls reference

*ring, ring.*

“hello?”

“hey, darling.”

oh gods… that familiar voice… he called you… didn’t he?

“o-oh, hi.”

“you sound surprised, was i not supposed to call the cute girl who works at my favorite coffee shop?”

fuck, here comes the blush.

“i-i just.. didn’t expect you to want too.”

“well, i did want too.”

you could almost hear his cocky grin.

“so, since we’re calling, i was just wondering if we could go out sometime? just casual, getting to know eachother?”

he sounded so confident.

“m-me? you want to go out with.. me?”

“you are the person i’m asking, love.”

“…”

“so.. is that a yes—“

“yes! yes! i mean— sure… that sounds…. fun?”

“great— oh! and i’m sure you won’t mind my boyfriends joining, hm?”

“boyfriends…? fuck! i knew he wasn’t single—“

“they’d like to get to know you as much as i would.”

“… they would?”

“mmmhm.”

“that’s fine.”

“perfect, i’ll pick you up from the shop at eight, will your mum mind?”

“i don’t think so— no.”

“perfect, see you then. love.”

“s-see you!”

“…mum!!! i’ve got a date with my favorite customer.”

you raced upstairs.

shaking your nerves out was a bit more difficult than it seemed, you had dreamed of this moment ever since Sirius had merely stepped into your shop.

though you never expected to go on a date with him and his two boyfriends.

"what's the hand shaking for, sweetheart?" your mum lovingly placed her hands on your shoulders to try and ease any anxiety.

"mum... its not... just Sirius."

"Oh, is it those two other boys aswell?"

"...how do you know about Remus and James?"

"They come into the florist section of the shop every saturday to purchase flowers for Sirius.

"Oh."

"Sweetie, you do not need to be nervous. you look so beautiful."

"thanks, mum."

You smiled sweetly up to your mum, before you heard a knock on the door of your apartment.

"Go get em', sweetie."

you smiled back at her, as you turned the door knob anxiously.

"hi, Sirius.'

"Hi... y-y/n"

poor thing might've been just as nervous as you were.

"y-you look... very nice..."

he smiled.

"thank you."

"Remus and James are in the car, are you ready to go?"

you nodded lightly, and he led you to the car. you felt your stomach flutter as he opened the car door for you, motioning for you to get in.

you were sat next to Remus, he put his book down and greeted you politely.

"you look lovely, Y/N."

"thank you, Remus. so do you."

you could tell James was nervous, he smiled back to you and complimented your looks.

after a small debate on where to go and what to do, you ultimately decided on going to an old library (you loved reading, so it was up your alley)

the date was so lovely, it almost felt like you guys had known eachother for years.

was it just your imagination? or did they really like you back? was it too good to be true? you couldn't decide, and you found yourself dreading the date ever ending.

but all things come to an end, but hopefully this was the start of something life changing.

you pulled into your apartments parking lot, and you were helped out of the car by James.

"it was lovely, tonight."

he smiled at your slightly flustered expression.

"i really enjoyed it..."

you met his gaze, and you yearned for more than just eye contact.

you stopped at your front door, he faced you with a slight blush on his face.

"..can i kiss you?"

"James-"

"please?"

"o-okay..."

he leaned down, pressing his plump lips against your soft ones. basking in the glory of finally kissing you.

his lips tasted like straight heaven, and his hand crept to the small of your back. leaning into your lips until you both broke off.

"t-thank you..."

he chuckled softly at your chosen words.

"have a goodnight, love."

he smiled, and left you at the front door.

suddenly, your mum swung the door open, causing you to jolt.

"mum!"

"you said thank you? sweetheart he kissed you, don't say thank you."

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[bradleysass]

road - @black-brothers-microfic - wc: 693

Rain splattered the windows like it was trying to wash the whole house away. The house, their prison. It was nearly midnight, and the Black manor was dark except for the dim yellow light in the hallway—flickering, like even it couldn’t decide whether to stay.

Sirius was halfway down the stairs, duffel bag slung over his shoulder, one shoelace untied and his hoodie half-zipped like he’d thrown it on in a rush. Which he had. His knuckles were red—one of the picture frames in the hall was crooked now, glass cracked like spiderwebs.

Behind him, at the top of the stairs, Regulus stood barefoot in his pyjamas. His hair was messy, his voice small.

“Siri, where are you going?”

Sirius didn’t turn around right away. Just stood there, breathing hard. Like if he turned around, he’d break.

“I am being told to hit the road whether I like it or not.”

Regulus blinked, once, slowly. “You mean Mum kicked you out again?”

“No, this time it’s Dad.” Sirius finally looked back. His mouth twitched like he wanted to laugh. “Which is fun. Nice to get some variety in my traumas.”

He tried to make it a joke. It always was a joke, until it wasn’t. Until someone cried, or bled, or left.

Regulus came down two steps, then another. “You can’t go. It’s past midnight. You don’t even drive.”

“I’ll walk. Or crash at James’ place.”

“Sirius—” Regulus took another step. He looked painfully young. Fourteen going on forty. A kid who learned too fast how to keep his head down, how to say the right thing. Sirius hated that most of all.

“I can’t stay here, Reg. You know that.”

“I know,” Regulus whispered. “But I— I thought you’d at least say goodbye.”

Sirius turned around fully, sighing as he sat on the stair near the bottom. His bag thudded to the floor.

“I wasn’t going to. Thought it’d be easier.”

“Easier for who?”

“For me.”

Regulus sat beside him. Their shoulders didn’t touch, but they were close. A thin line of silence stretched between them like fishing wire—tense, tight, invisible unless you looked for it.

“I always thought,” Regulus said slowly, “that when you left, I’d go with you.”

Sirius looked over, heart lurching. “You’re just a kid, Reg.”

“You’re not that much older. Seventeen doesn’t make you a saint.”

“No. But it makes me legally allowed to get the hell out.”

“Yeah?” Regulus picked at a thread in his pyjama pants. “So what am I supposed to do?”

“Stay. Keep your head down. You’ve always been better at it than I ever was.”

Regulus let out a brittle laugh. “You sound like them.”

Sirius flinched. “Don’t say that.”

“Then stop saying shit like that. I’m not you, but I’m not them either.”

“I know,” Sirius said. “I know. That’s why it hurts so fucking much to leave you here.”

Regulus’s jaw clenched, eyes bright with unshed tears. “So don’t.”

“I have to.”

“Why?”

“Because if I don’t leave tonight, I’ll never leave. And they’ll win.”

Sirius stood again, and Regulus stared at the creaky wooden floorboards like they might open up and swallow him whole.

“I hate them,” Regulus said quietly.

“Me too.”

“I hate that you’re going. I hate that you have to.”

Sirius slung the bag back over his shoulder. He walked to the door, pulled it open. Wind rushed in, sharp and cold, smelling like rain and faraway places.

“I’ll call you when I’m settled. I promise.”

Regulus didn’t answer.

Sirius hesitated in the doorway. “Tell Kreacher not to do anything weird with my room. Or do. Let him build a shrine, whatever. Maybe it'll piss them off.”

Still nothing.

Sirius swallowed. “I love you, Reg.”

Regulus finally looked up. “Then take me with you.”

Sirius’s heart cracked clean in half.

“Goodbye, Regulus.”

And then he left. Rain soaked his hoodie in seconds. His shoes slapped the pavement. Lightning split the sky in the distance.

The door clicked shut behind him.

Inside, Regulus stayed on the stairs until the morning. Until his legs were numb and the sky turned pale grey.

No one noticed.

[writing-until-i-drop]

Mattress Shopping | Drabble wc: 693

Javy "Coyote" Machado x reader (no use of y/n)

Javy is your best friend from childhood and when you visit him for the first time in years, your first order of business is to take him mattress shopping.

Warnings!: None, pure fluff

a/n: thank you to @closetspngirl for going down the rabbit hole with me on even the smallest idea about our Daggers!!

Javy opened the door to his apartment for you, breathing in the familiar scent of your perfume as you breezed past him, chatting about how your flight was, and what gifts his parents had packed in your suitcase for him. You had grown up together and were practically inseparable from pre-school until graduation when he shipped out to join the Navy. The two of you hadn’t managed to be in the same room in years, keeping in touch mainly via Zoom and text. Javy had to admit, it felt good having you by his side again.

“I’m so excited to move out here, Jav.” You squeezed his arm with a giggle and he kissed the top of your head, the scent of your shampoo the same as it was in high school. “Our mamas had one request to let me move out here though.” 

“And what’s that?” He asked, watching as you strolled into his sparse apartment like you owned the place, tossing your purse on a bar stool, picking up a sweatshirt he had discarded on the table the other night, and pulling it on over your head. It was like no time had ever passed between the two of you.

“That at least one of us gets married by the time we move again,” Javy sputtered, thinking about you getting married. You had dated a few boys in high school, all of whom had seen him as a threat, trying to make you choose between them and him. You had always chosen him, which was something Javy appreciated. But now you were standing in his apartment, wearing his sweatshirt, looking even more beautiful than you had on all the Zoom calls you’d exchanged, and his heart clenched. 

“Married?” You laughed, turning and walking down the hallway, Javy scrambling to follow you.

“Yup. So the first order of business is to see why no girl wants to stick around.” Javy wanted to be offended but he couldn’t, not when you smiled at him over your shoulder, walking into his bedroom. “Javy, what is that?” 

“My bed?” He was confused, coming to stand behind you while you glared at the bed like it was offending you. “What’s wrong with it?” The sheets were freshly washed and he had made the bed to military standards that morning, you could bounce a quarter off of it if you wanted to. 

“It’s a twin, Javy. You’re a grown man in a twin-sized bed, what do you do when you bring girls home?” You laid down on the bed, grunting, “It’s not even comfortable.” Javy was at a loss seeing you in his bed, taking up the entire mattress as you tried to get comfortable. This reaction was new, he had seen you in his bed before, hell, you had shared a bed multiple times before, but he had never had this type of reaction before. 

“I, uh,” He dug his nails into his palm, trying to get a grip on the less-than-clean thoughts he was having about his best friend. “I don’t bring girls here, I always go to their place.” You rolled your eyes, extending a hand for him to help you up.

Javy was going to lose his mind. You were leading him around the mattress store, holding his hand and climbing into every queen-sized bed you could find, teasing him because he refused to lie down with you.

“That’s it, we’re going mattress shopping.” 

“This is it,” You groaned, squeezing his hand as you stretched out. “This is the bed you’re getting, the girls are going to love it.” Except Javy didn’t want any other girls in his bed, he wanted you in his bed. “Lay down with me, Jav.” He didn’t need to be asked twice.

“Fuck this is comfortable,” He had to let go of your hand to get into the bed but he picked it up again when he was laying beside you. “We’re gonna sleep so good on this.” Javy froze when he realized what he said but you didn’t say anything, rolling to rest your head on his chest, squeezing his hand.

“You finally asking me out, Machado?” 

[solaiced]

CASE 13: BABY CHOSO NEEDS HIS MOMMY.

!content!: choso cries because of a movie, couch sex, mommy kink, and comfort?

wc:693

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"Choso, are you.. crying?" Your surprised voice rings through the air.

You and Choso had been watching a movie involving a mother going through hell to get her child back in a post-apocalyptic world, and he just fell quiet, sniffling. You worriedly brushed the hair out of his eyes.

"N-no, it's just.." He was lying. his voice watery and eyes wet.

"You don't have to lie, Cho..." You bring Choso's head close to your chest, your boobs cushioning him.

"It's just sad... Like... I can't explain it, my mom didn't do this for me... " He sounds envious, hands exploring your body as a way to relieve stress.

"Aw, Cho-baby, I can be your mommy." You joke, hoping to lighten his mood.

However, it's his eyes that light up, peering up at you through wet, dark lashes. He smiles softly.

"You would?" He asks, eyes bright with joy.

"Yeah, I would." You giggle, happy that he's happy. In an instant, you're flipped over, hands pinned by his.

"Well, mommy," he sniffles, face close to yours. "Wipe my tears, please. Make me feel better." He pouts dramatically, nuzzling your face submissively.

"Yeah I’ll replace your tears of sadness with tears of joy, mm?" you kiss his cheek affectionately

Maybe, he shouldn't have said that.

Maybe, he shouldve kept quiet.

Maybe then, he wouldn't be begging for mercy. To cum. His hips buckle, hands itching to touch you.

"Cho-baby, ah." You moan, bouncing on his lap, on his cock.

"Muh-Mommyy-" He whines, trying to not disobey and touch you. Oh God.

"You wanna touch me, huh- don't you?" You tease, rolling your hips just right.

And fuck, if that didn't affect him.

"Yah - Yeah, please, mommy. "He drags out the last sylable, head thrown back in pleasure. Choso swore he saw stars when you grinded on him so good, he started babbling.

"Mo-Mommy, mommy, please, let me cum, let me touch you -ohh, mommy!" His dignity is definitely in the dust, now.

This was so humiliating but... hot, to him, at the same time.

"Are you crying?" You mock, grabbing, his face and kissing away his tears. "These better be happy tears, okay?" You hum as he groans, acknowledging your words tiredly.

“Y-yeah, I'm happy, ma," The dark haired man replies, eyes shut to focus on not cumming. You caress his cheek, keeping a steady rhythm, bouncing off his thighs. The only sounds in the room were wet flesh slapping against wet flesh, Choso's moans and your whispered praises. You feel yourself get wetter, you were definitely about to cum.

"Cho, Choso." you breathe, giggling. His eyes flutter open, attentive. "I'm about to cum, aren't you happy? Mommy's gonna cum." You lick the tears persistently flowing down Choso’s red cheeks. Such a crybaby.

"Yes, yes, mommy, I'mso-hic-happy'" He hiccups, teeth bared in what seems like a smile. Well, at least he's trying.

"You can cum, too, fill mommy up,

‘kay?" You coo, both hands on his chest to balance your self. He nods eagerly, drool at the corner of his mouth. He was so cute, all disheveled.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you mommy!” Choso whimpers, hands searching for something else to touch apart from you. But ever the merciful Goddess that you are, you place both of his hands on each of your hips, making sure they were steady.

He whispers a ‘thank you’ once more, and you clench, making him groan.

“Gonna cum," You announce, out of breath. "Ready?" He shakes his head but you ignore him, stomach knotting in preparation.

The pleasure builds, you clench, hard, and Chose tightens his grip on you, sure to leave marks. Just when you feel you're about to cum, finger rubbing your clit and rocking against Choso, he erupts, body lifting up like a man possessed and loud cries ripping out of him. The sticky liquid he produces stays inside of you, plugged by his cock.

He flops back against the couch, spent. You were almost there.

And he ruined it. He had to pay.

"I didn't tell you to cum." Just then, Chose felt true fear because of you for the first time ever.

[puck-luck]

hey @yauchfilms, enjoy :D this is your brainchild fr i credit you

Warnings: sub!m, no penetration, grinding, mental restraint needed instead of defaulting to physical restraint WC: 693

“Ti, if you can’t keep your hands where they’re allowed, then I’m going to have to pull out the handcuffs.”

If Mattias was told to make a list of things he’d expected you to say today, that sentence would not have made it onto the sheet of paper in a million years. He also can’t really decide how he feels about it– it’s jarring to hear you say such a thing, but… but. That’s where the sentence ends. Mattias’s mind goes blank after he reaches the conjunction. His mind is only able to think of a shrug. 

His hands return to your ass, the most scandalous place you’ll allow. Once they’re cemented on the globes of your cheeks, he’s determined to keep them there. It takes a lot of effort, but Mattias wants to be obedient.

You’re trying something new. Normally, Mattias takes charge in the bedroom. After all, he’s the bigger one. He’s stronger, partially because he’s a big dude and partially because he’s a professional athlete. One thing he rarely has, in the bedroom, is self-restraint. 

Your goal is to teach him.

It’s how you ended up on top of him. He’s not even inside of you– you’re just sitting with his cock nestled between your folds, rocking back and forth across his length. His hands are allowed to rest on your ass or your waist. The second he starts guiding you, you stop moving. It’s infuriating and, well, so sexy, so Mattias is ready to give you everything you’re asking for.

He stares up at you, head cushioned by the pillow below him. He’s got a nice view of your body, naked and undeniably yearning for contact the same way his is. Your nipples have peaked, there is a pretty flush coating your visage and creeping down your neck and chest, and your cunt is dripping. 

“Now you’re listening,” you tease, a fond quirk of your lips brightening your face. Your palms are flat against Mattias’s chest, which only aids you as you resume your grinding. You have leverage, an advantage over your big, strong boyfriend, and it’s exciting you both. 

You’d expected him to put up more of a fight. You’d expected him to take control of the encounter– flip you over like he normally does and pound into your cunt until you’re shaking beneath him. 

That’s not what’s happening. No, Mattias is behaving. He’s listening to your words and soaking them in with a dumfounded look on his face, blinking incomprehensively. 

Unconsciously, his fingers twitch. You’re looking down at his cock, where the tip lays against his abdomen. His hands flex as a drop of precum blurts out of his slit, settling against the soft skin of his stomach. 

Just as you prepare to stop your movements, Mattias’s eyes grow hooded and he relaxes his grip. His hands drift up, finding your waist, removing his biggest temptation completely. He’s no longer playing a dangerous game by touching your ass– he’s finally dropping one of the remaining shreds of his desire for control.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck, you’re being such a good boy,” you praise, working your hips faster. You bring one of your hands down to his tip and trace your fingers over the details of his skin that you’ve come to know over many intimate rendezvous. You find the line of his slit, the veins near the crown, and each patch of skin that seems to blush an angrier red or throb more noticeably. Your touch is featherlight and Mattias lets out an involuntary catch of his breath, just as more precum pools from his tip.

He’s really not sure, but this– having you on top, with your pussy so close but the hug of your walls seemingly lightyears away, and the softm kind words that he normally whispers in your ear parroted back at him– this has to happen again. 

You’re always Mattias’s good girl, even when you’re teasing him. Mattias just didn’t realize how badly he needs to be your good boy– he’s got a taste of it, and the craving is insatiable. He’d do anything you ask just to hear you say that again.

[infiredlove]

Updated Masterlist

F- Fluff C- Comedy A- Angst S- Smut D- drama WC- Word Count

Drabbles

Long Days [f] - Choi Minho, WC 414

After a tiring day of training, you return home seeking comfort and hydration. A lighthearted conversation about wine leads to playful banter.

What A Talent [f] - Park Jimin, WC 622

Jimin has prepared a special performance for you in the senior semester talent show.

The Cold [a] - Yoongi, WC 119

In which you are breaking up with Min Yoongi. Or rather, he is breaking up with you.

What She Wants [a] - WC 126

Insecurities of the girl in the back.

Time With You [f] - Park Chanyeol, WC 700

Working in the summer camp kitchen was hectic but rewarding, with chaotic meal preparations and late-night cleanups.

Just In Time [s] - Jeon Jugkook, WC 669

When Jungkook had approached you with the idea of recording you during sex, you were very hesitant. It wasn’t everyday that he was so straightforward with his desires. However, all it took was a little work of the mouth at midnight to make you change your mind.

3 out of 5 [c,f] - Kim Taehyung, WC 237

In which you lose a game of rock, paper, scissors.

Operator [c] - Choi Seunghyun, WC 883

“Excuse me when I say this,” he says, as if your outburst never happened. “But your voice… sounds like my sex operator’s.”

Too Many Drinks [f] - Bang Yongguk, WC 313

Why is it that you could never have an enjoyable night out on the town without some random approaching you with sleazy pick-up lines?

Bad Girls Need To Be Punished [s] - Park Jimin, WC 510

Your peaceful morning quickly turns into an intoxicating dance of dominance and desire as Jimin’s touch ignites every inch of you. With a whispered challenge and an unrelenting grip, he pushes you to the edge, knowing exactly how to make you surrender—one slow, torturous moment at a time.

Sugar Baby AU [f] - Kim Namjoon + Joen Jungkook, WC 284

So I had this dream about BTSxSugar Baby Reader!AU and I had to write this because it was one of the dream drabbles that was so vivid i could almost feel it irl. 

Frustration [s] - Min Yoongi, WC 693

After a long, frustrating day, you return home to find your boyfriend peacefully napping on the couch, a stark contrast to your overwhelming stress. Deciding to wake him in a way that benefits you both, you turn frustration into intimacy, ensuring his awakening is anything but ordinary.

One-shots

Stay By Me [a] - Lee Jinki, WC 1,477

Your once-perfect relationship with Jinki has become unpredictable and strained. As tensions rise, you struggle to hold on to the love once shared.

Birthday Surprise [f] - Lee Tamin, WC 722

What started as an ordinary day quickly turned into an unforgettable celebration, complete with a heartfelt confession that would change everything.

Our Beginnings - WC 1,013

On the 9th day in Shawol Nation, all must visit the Historical Legend Wall to honor their past. When a curious young girl asks the gatekeeper why, she—and an unexpected audience—are drawn into the tale of Lord Shisus, Bi, and Boa, uncovering the origins of their people and the sacred rules that shape their world.

The Monster In My Head [f] - Jeon Jungkook, WC 3,499

You are haunted by a recurring dream that blurs the line between reality and nightmare, drawing you into the grasp of an enigmatic stranger with abyssal eyes and an unrelenting presence.

Everything Changed [s,a] 1 | 2

A seemingly innocent day with your best friend’s crush turns into a web of tangled emotions and blurred boundaries.

She Knows [s] - Zhang Yixing, WC 1,297

Zhang Yixing, a hardworking man deeply in love with his fiancé, returns home after a long day to find you indulging in a private moment of pleasure.

I Cant Believe It [c,s] - Jeon Jungkook, WC 3,908

It isn’t everyday that you meet someone so young, so childish, yet so… daddy. And for people like Alexa these kind of people are basically nonexistent. Or so she thought until Jeon Jungkook walked into her life. 

Why I Can't Sleep [f] - Jung Hoseok, WC 2,053

Struggling with overwhelming anxiety, you find yourself at Hoseok's door in the middle of the night, seeking comfort.

The Second Time | Alt Ending - [a,s] Jung Hoseok

Hoseok’s favorite thing to see in the world is the smile on his girl’s face. A smile reserved for only him, and he would do anything to keep it there.

Stroke Of Luck [f] - Mark Tuan, WC 1,411

Working as the head stylist for Got7 could be tiring, but you always loved working with them. Especially for the mere fact that you could get close to Mark, if only for five minutes.

Take Care [a] - Giriboy, WC 4,553

“What has been your greatest motivation for success?” “I’d have to say, my greatest motivation has been my little rose. I actually have a song I’d like to sing for her.”

Long Term Pieces

Here & Now: History [a,d] Haitus

Chapters: One, Two Summary: Yoongi and Namjoon mysteriously disappear from their college campus one night, only to return two years later. Though they are unmistakably the same, something about them has changed—unnaturally so.

Internship Begets Rivalry [c,a] - Min Yoongi

Chapters: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six Summary: In a cutthroat music internship, competition turns complicated when you find yourself tangled in a constant, tension-fueled push and pull with your rival Min Yoongi.

[decagondice]

༓ Masterlist ༓

Jujutsu Kaisen

Sukuna

Experience shapes perception - 8.8k, SFW, f!reader

Every night, a fresh girl is forcefully taken away from her loved ones per the King's orders, betrothed for a few hours as his wife, and at dawn, an extravagant silk bind is tied around her throat. Unable to tolerate the unjust wrath of the sovereign and promise to do any means necessary to survive in order to put an end to the King's torment, you offer yourself to the King of Curses as his unfortunate bride.

Foul & Fair - 3.5k

In a kingdom ruled by the feared and ruthless King, his reserved queen harbours a deadly secret. Devoted to her husband and his reign, she begins to punish those who defy him in the shadows, her hands stained with blood he never commanded her to spill. As guilt consumes her, she spirals deeper into madness, terrified of what Sukuna will do if he discovers the truth. But Sukuna, the King of Curses, knows far more than she realises. In a chilling confrontation, she must face the dark question: Does Sukuna's love run as deep as her sins, or is there something far more dangerous waiting in the shadows?

The Land of Tears - 1.7k, SFW, Pilot!Sukuna x f!reader

Stranded in an unforgiving desert after a failed landing, Sukuna—a seasoned pilot with a reputation for resilience—struggles against dwindling water, searing heat, and the relentless toll of survival. Each day, he labours to repair his plane, but as his strength fades, so does his grip on reality. Haunted by mirages of his beloved wife, Sukuna finds solace in her ethereal presence that grows clearer as his body weakens. She appears by his side, her touch gentle and soothing, guiding him through each agonising day. Unaware that her image is easing him toward death, Sukuna clings to the hope of returning home.

Hunger & Love's Void - Coming Soon

[TBA]

To die for - 1.06k, SFW, Nobody wants to die alone.

Candlelight & Shadows - 675 wc, SFW, The power goes out but its okay

Whispers of the tide and wind - 1k, sfw, Exchanging seashells at the beach

A gift for her - 1.1k, sfw, A hardened soul finds solace in a delicate gesture—a gift, chosen on a whim yet wrapped in unspoken devotion.

A gift for him - 693 wc, sfw, In a quiet act of love, she offers him a gift—her way of returning his unspoken devotion, placed gently into his guarded hands.

The Careful Weave of Fingers - 719 wc, sfw, Sukuna brushes your hair when you're feeling tired.

Shaving Shadows - 744 wc, sfw, In the stillness of morning, a blade glides with care in the act of helping him shave.

Wasting time - 410 wc, sfw, suggestive, His impatience beckons you to bed.

Undeniable - 875 wc, sfw, suggestive, Different lifetimes & possibilities but you're the only constant.

Sparks of a Quiet Fire - 1.2K, sfw, An intimate new years eve together.

Headless & Heartless - 1.1K, sfw, From the hidden corners of your mind, the angel and devil watch, each seeing a man softened by devotion as a love once unyielding blooms into something both fierce and tender.

Toji

Toil & Trouble - Coming Soon

[TBA]

Why the mask? - 1.2k, SFW, Reader attempts to lamely joke with Toji.

For Me? - 1k, SFW, Toji deserves nice things.

A Gaze, A Glimmer - 577 wc, SFW, You each honour the other's gift at an elegant gathering.

Love and Deepspace

Zayne

Astra's Dark Bargain - 1.3k, sfw

In a desolate, snow-covered mountain pass, Zayne kneels beside the still form of the one person he had vowed to protect, grappling with the weight of his failure and the relentless demands of Astra, a deity whose cruelty haunts his every step. As the frost of Astra’s displeasure creeps across his own skin, Zayne finds himself confronting the quiet, somber ache of a love lost to forces beyond mortal control. His voice is a quiet plea to the uncaring heavens, a whispered promise to carry the burden left in your wake, and to defy the god’s merciless hold—even if it means bearing Astra’s frost alone in the empty silence.

Sylus

Too Busy Being Yours - 1.3k, sfw

In the stillness of a world built on shadow and steel, Sylus stands alone, the weight of her absence pressing against his chest. She lingers in every corner, in every detail — the gleam of his eyes, the quiet hum of the city, the cold touch of his sidearm.

Between Worlds - 1.2k, sfw

In a quiet field where spring unfurls its bloom, she welcomes him into a world of her own. A fleeting evening, a hush between lifetimes, where petals drift like forgotten memories. She doesn’t know who she was to him before—but that no longer matters. As the sky melts into dusk, only this remains: what they are to each other now.

Xavier

Stars & Solitude - Coming Soon

[TBA]

Drabbles

Subtleties at dawn - Soft!Sukuna x f!reader

Let me be beside you - Part 2 of 'Subtleties at dawn', Sukuna x reader, Toji x reader, JJK Men x reader

Even when I'm away - Soft!Sukuna x reader

Hands that haunt - Soft!Sukuna x reader, Heian era

A winter evening by the hearth - Soft!Sukuna x reader, Heian era

Downpour - Soft!Toji x reader

Bathing together - Soft!Sukuna x reader

Stray Heat - Soft!Sylus x reader

Fate, Unbidden - Soft!Sylus x f!reader

[sugarcloudsky]

Hi there! Can i request hcs of Clotted Cream Cookie x Older Sibling reader who is someone who Clotted Cream Cookie look up to, someone who Clotted Cream Cookie can just be himself and not the consul, someone who would tease him like an older sibling would do. Basically just some good old fluff of sibling interactions (the poor cookie needs some family love since Custard Cookie is a bastard of a father)

「Clotted Cream With an Older Sibling Reader」

character: clotted cream cookie (platonic)

wc: 693

cws: a bit of angst, custard being a bad father, reader is the biological child of custard cookie

sorry for taking literal months to get to this!!! i hope this is to your liking, anon!! :) i also wrote this while listening to the boilerworks theme from luigis mansion 3. Good stuff!

On the outside, Clotted Cream Cookie was who his adoptive father molded him to be: a confident, smart, and intelligent consul.

It was the only person his father allowed him to be. Any kind of imperfections he saw in the young consul were strictly punished and taken care of.

Every day from early morning to late evening, Clotted Cream had to spend all his time doing boring paperwork, attending burdensome meetings, or giving speeches with that confident grin everyone was so used to seeing from him.

The time he looks forward to the most is when he is finally done with his work for the day. When he is able to trudge back to the House Custard with Financier Cookie quietly following behind him.

Though he is not there to rest, not yet, at least! He is there to find comfort in the only family he has that he can lean on: you.

You, his older sibling who is the biological child of Custard Cookie. Except despite your father’s vile personality, you were nothing like him.

You treated Clotted Cream with respect, with kindness. You spoke to him normally. You never yelled at him whenever he made mistakes. You encouraged him to take breaks whenever he needed them.

With the way you treated him so nicely, he felt comfortable opening up to you and being vulnerable around you. You allowed him to vent about your father, how awful he treated Clotted Cream. You were always there for him, no matter what he said.

You respected his feelings and his boundaries. You knew when he wanted comfort from you, or when he wanted to be left alone. Because you knew despite how much you both cared for each other, he still occasionally felt jealous of you.

He would never hold anything against you, but he can’t help the ache in his chest when he sees Custard Cookie speak to you without the usual scowl on his face that the young consul was so used to seeing directed at him.

Though of course, you would never stand for this blatant favoritism! You would always scold your father for mistreating your younger brother, even if your anger fell upon deaf ears.

Although no matter what, you will continue to defend Clotted Cream Cookie as much as you could against Custard Cookie!

Anyways, onto less angsty headcanons!

Clotted Cream’s favorite thing to do with you is playing some board games.

The consul is known for being someone very intelligent, always being a step ahead. But now, he’s able to sit back and play a simple game of checkers with you. Sometimes you win, sometimes he wins, it’s a mixed result!

You and him may also occasionally participate in a little cook-off for fun! Financier is your judge, although she may be a bit biased for Clotted Cream. No hard feelings, though!

And despite not showing it, he quite likes when you tease him in a lighthearted manner. He likes being able to have casual conversations for once. Even when he talks to Financier Cookie, he is required to remain somewhat professional. But with you, he’s able to laugh and joke alongside you!

To put it bluntly, not only does he appreciate having you by his side, but he also very much looks up to you. Despite not being involved with anything in the republic politically, you are still an intelligent and confident cookie like your brother! You’re able to help him with paperwork or writing speeches if he needs it, and he’s incredibly grateful for you.

He wants to be like you someday. You were someone very special and admirable to him…

In the end, Clotted Cream Cookie appreciates being able to have a family member who is always there for him. Even when his father isn’t the nicest to him, and his mother is kept away from him, and he feels like he has no one, he’s happy to remember the warmth and comfort you’ve brought into his life!

So remember to give him a nice pat on the back the next time he comes back from a tiring day of work. He definitely needs it.

[wannab-urs]

Treasured

Prompt #969 Their love wasn’t gentle, beautiful and delicate. It was ugly, rough and hard to understand for outsiders. But they treasured it anyway.

Pairing: Din Djarin x Ezra (Prospect)

Summary: Din and Ez have loved each other for years.

Warnings: some canon typical violence, reference to smut WC: 693

a/n: Second prompt fill of my 7 day challenge. I'm a day behind, but I did write most of this yesterday.

Ezra Masterlist | Din Djarin Masterlist | Main Masterlist | AO3 | Kofi | Prompt Fills

Their love wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t beautiful or delicate. Even Ezra couldn’t quite wax poetic about whatever it was the two of them had. People might even say their love was ugly and rough, but no one could deny it was right. They fit together seamlessly, rough edges fitting together instead of smoothing each other out. 

When Din had Ezra’s arm wrapped around his torso, his breath puffing onto Din’s bare chest, he finally felt like he was right where he belonged. Din had spent decades as an outsider in his own tribe, a tribe of outsiders themselves. He had never truly had a home until he met Ez. 

The smooth talking outer rim native had had the gall to kick Din’s ass when he tried to bring him in for a bounty. One armed. Ezra still ribs him about it to this day. The man had ended up straddling Din’s hips, a blade pressed tightly to his throat beneath the lip of his helmet. 

Din was not accustomed to losing in hand to hand combat, even less so to those who were at a disadvantage – tactically speaking. He was in awe, and so was his body. Ez had clocked the bulge in Din’s pants right away. 

“Like a man who can hold his own there, Mando?” 

Din had grunted, trying not to shift too much with the knife pressed to his throat.

Somewhere between rutting into each other on the ground, coming in their pants like teenagers, and Din dragging him back to the Crest with his hand wrenched behind him, Ezra managed to convince Din not to take him in. 

Ezra spent just about every day they weren’t boarded up on the ship proving exactly how useful he could be to Din. He sweet talked witnesses, watched Din’s back, and took down runaway bounties single handedly (ha). 

On the Crest, locked away from any and all prying eyes, the two men took comfort in one another. They took each other apart, sparring in the tiny space of the cargo hold before falling into a heap of tangled limbs on the floor. Ezra’s mouth was good for more than rambling and he often put it to good use. Din showed Ez just how good he was with his hands. They put each other back together, holding each other in a way neither of them had ever had before. 

Anyone who caught on to their feelings for each other questioned what a mandalorian would want with a one armed outer rim criminal or what anyone could see in a faceless man made of steel. 

But those people never caught Din’s tender gaze at Ezra as he conned a whole Sabbac table out of their money. They weren’t privy to late night conversations where Din told Ezra all about growing up as a Mandalorian. About the few things he could remember of his life before the Creed. About his long, lonely years as a bounty hunter, bringing back every credit he could save to his struggling covert. 

Ezra was right by Din’s side when they faced that Empire remnant scum offering a bounty larger than anything either of them had ever seen. He got the hang of blurg riding after just two tries, sharing a sideways glance with Kuill as Din struggled and suppressing a snicker. 

Ez had Din’s back when they came upon the veritable army protecting the bounty. 

“What manner of man is this that he warrants 50-odd men protecting his hide?”

“One worth a pile of beskar ingots. Duck.”

Ezra had dropped to his knees quickly as Din fired the rifle over his head, evaporating a merc. Ez talked the IG-11 down, got him to work with the two of them instead of against, and then promptly shot the thing dead. 

“No droids,” Ezra rasped, winking at Din. 

Ezra was right by Din’s side when the pod opened and revealed a tiny green baby. 

“Now this is something I have never seen in all my time in the galaxy. Look at his ears!” 

Din had reached out his finger, letting the little green thing wrap his three-clawed hand around his finger. 

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