#900 follower drabbles

[devils-dares]

Hey, can I make a Matt X you request. You're drunk, Matt wants to take you to your home but you're full of nonsense and don't want to go home.

working on finishing these, been super busy with doctor's appointments, my apologies

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"and if i walk in front of the car?"

"that's insurance fraud." he deadpans. you pout.

"i think you've had enough to drink." he reaches for your beer, but you swirl it around and chug it down, belching when you finish.

"i'm not goin home." you slur. he tilts his head back and sighs.

"please?"

"nuh uh!" you shake your head proudly, stumbling over to josie before matt grabs your waist.

"we're getting some air." you try your best to protest, but he's just too strong and you're too drunk to compete with him. you let him drag you outside, sobering the smallest bit, but not by much.

"you're gonna have a hell of a hangover tomorrow."

"let me drink more and earn it." he laughs, tongue poking out between his teeth at the disbelief of you.

"josie should have already cut you off."

"hey man! josie loves me!" you poke his chest hard and he stumbles a step back.

"if i- if i take you to my apartment, will you come?"

"yeah."

"but you won't go home."

"no." he sighs again.

"okay, let's get you to my place then."

"will you cuddle with me?"

"of course."

"okay."

"let's go home."

"your home." you emphasize.

"darling," he says, pulling you towards him by the waist, "if i had my way, my place and your place would be the same place. i want you to move in with me. and i'm telling you now so you don't remember in the morning." he kisses you quick and sweet, and takes your hand to lead you home.

"home." you mumble, and he smiles.

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

CONGRATS ON HUNDRED DOVE!! you sent me a risqué ask for 100 so now i do it back to ye-

"caught in the rain" with leona :D or ruggie, if someone got to him first! ehehehehehehhehehehe you can see stuff 😳👀 for free ✨✨✨

btw your ask is sending me so hard but i'm already typing out so much for leona so your ask is gonna be the last one for the event lol

Caught in the Rain; Leona Kingscholar

Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, reader needs to get bonked with a stick (/j)

Content Warning; Swearing

Word Count; 700+

AN; Don't expose my ass on my own blog, Soru /j. (just trying to feed your own simping along with the simps) But I hope you enjoy what I wrote for Leona and this prompt! As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

The sky lay heavy with dark clouds, the smell of rain thick in the air, yet not a single drop had yet to strike the ground. The air was dense with humidity, warm from the harsh sun’s rays from earlier in the day. But yet, you found yourself outside, trying to find Leona.

He had invited you to spend your summer break as his guest in the palace. Well, less so 'invited', more so demanded.

“Do you have anywhere else to be, herbivore? I thought as much. Come on, you’re staying with me.”

You still don’t really know why, but you weren’t going to throw away the chance of staying someplace beyond nice for the summer… plus Leona wasn’t so bad once you got to know him. Yes, he puts on an act of not caring, and being abrasive, but you knew that he cared, that he worried. Also, the two of you had been having this back-and-forth banter for months; blurring the lines of just friends bickering and something... more. But neither of you had made a move. It just hung in the air between you, nearly as suffocating as the humidity now; potent with the possibility of a massive storm.

Back to the present though. You were on the outskirts of the palace, looking for wherever Leona had decided to take a nap for this afternoon.

“Leona,” you called, but all you heard in return was the low rumble of thunder in the distance. Where is that overgrown house cat? I swear if I get caught in a downpour because of him… “LEONA!”

The first drops of rain began to fall, gentle and sparse. But you knew full well that in a few minutes' time they would be falling hard and fast.

“LEONA KINGSCHOLAR?!” You shouted at the top of your lungs.

You heard an annoyed huff of air off to your left, and looking up you saw none other than Leona lounging in the low-hanging branches of a tree.

“Ya don’t need to yell, ya know,” he sighed, landing softly on the ground. He looked up to the sky and frowned before setting a slow pace back to the palace. “Are you coming or what, herbivore?”

You followed after him, catching up so the both of you were going at a comfortable pace. Thunder was still rumbling, and the rain was slowly picking up, but there was no rush. Well, there wasn’t any rush until there was a flash of lightning and it seemed like the entire sky’s worth of water came down all at once on the both of you.

“Shit,” Leona hissed and guided the both of you to the relative cover of a tree to wait out the worst of the monsoon. “Just our luc-” He stopped talking when he looked at you though.

You were spitting out some stray rainwater that had managed to get into your mouth. But once the intruding water was gone you looked over to him but you felt your eyes lock on his torso; the white shirt that he was wearing was now completely see-through and you could see everything. Stop staring! Damn though- STOP STARING! But your eyes refused to move.

Leona noticed this, and he also took in your drenched appearance but was more subtle with it. “Tch,” he tapped you on the nose, breaking you of your staring stupor. “My eyes are up here,” his voice was teasing though, light.

You snapped out of it, catching his mirthful eyes. “You’re beautiful,” you whisper. You felt your face grow warm at the slip of your tongue, but it was true. Even before you openly ogled at him, you always thought that, but never said it to his face.

Leona chuffed, but he didn’t say anything; neither denying or accepting your statement. “You aren’t half bad yourself,” he said softly.

The two of you sat underneath the tree, still in your soaked clothes, watching the rain fall together in a comfortable quiet. And while the first golden rays of sunlight may have been stunning, the both of you thought it was nothing when compared to the captor of your hearts; each other.

After all, you still had the rest of the summer to build on this new development.

[divineruler]

900 FOLLOWERS ~B A B Y~

What's up gamers, we hit 900 followers today. So that is very exciting! Thank you guys so much for all the love and support. I truly cannot thank you enough for providing me with a place to be absolutely unhinged. Thank you, and goodnight.

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[cottonlemonade]

Masterlist

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🌟 Note, all works are x chubby!Reader 🌟

about me

Karasuno

characters written so far: > Sawamura Daichi > Sugawara Koushi > Hinata Shoyo > Kageyama Tobio > Tsukishima Kei > Ennoshita Chikara > Tsukishima Akiteru > Azumane Asahi > Nishinoya Yuu

Nekoma

characters written so far: > Kuroo Tetsuro > Kozume Kenma > Inuoka So

Fukurodani

characters written so far: > Bokuto Kotarou > Akaashi Keiji

Aoba Johsai

characters written so far: > Oikawa Tooru > Iwaizumi Hajime > Hanamaki Takahiro > Matsukawa Issei > Kyotani Kentaro

Inarizaki

characters written so far: > Kita Shinsuke > Miya Osamu > Miya Atsumu > Suna Rintaro > Oomimi Ren

Shiratorizawa

characters written so far: > Ushijima Wakatoshi > Tendou Satori > Semi Eita

Date Tech

characters written so far: > Futakuchi Kenji > Koganegawa Kanji > Aone Takanobu

Kamomedai

characters written so far: > Hirugami Sachiro > Hoshiumi Korai

Itachiyama

characters written so far: > Sakusa Kyoomi > Komori Motoya

Miscellaneous

🫧 Meian, a wife guy [drabble]

🫧 Meian - Being MSBY’s Single Dad word count: 1k, secret established relationship

Multi-Character Stories

🫧 When He Realizes You Are The One [drabble]

characters: Bokuto, Tendou, Kuroo, Atsumu, Oikawa, Noya, Sugawara, Makki, Daichi, your fave 🫧 IKEA Assembling Chaos [drabble]

characters: Kuroo, Bokuto, Atsumu, Futakuchi, Mattsun, Makki, Noya, Tendou, Oikawa, Ukai, Konoha, Suna, your fave

🍡 The Health Benefits Of Period Sex [drabble]

characters: Tendou, Kuroo, Makki, Mattsun, Futakuchi, Atsumu, Osamu, Suna, Konoha, Noya, Oikawa, your fave

🍡 Chub Rub [drabble]

characters: Tendou, Kuroo, Futakuchi, Konoha, Noya, Sugawara, Atsumu, Osamu, Mattsun, Iwaizumi, Hoshiumi, Suna, Yaku, your fave

🫧 Watching The Great British Bake Off [reaction]

characters: Sugawara, Bokuto, Hinata, Yamaguchi, Aone, Asahi, Tendou, Kita, Kuroo, Ennoshita, Akaashi, Koganegawa, Makki, Hirugami, Kageyama, Aran, Goshiki, Semi, Kenma, Futakuchi, Noya, Konoha, Iwaizumi, Tsukishima, Hoshiumi, Suna, Shirabu, Daichi, Ushijima, Mattsun, Osamu, Atsumu, Hoshiumi, Hinata, Bokuto, Oikawa, Yaku, Sakusa, Inuoka

🫧 Teaching You How To Ride A Bike [drabble]

characters: Daichi, Sugawara, Asahi, Noya, Hinata, Kageyama, Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, Ennoshita, Kita, Aran, Atsumu, Osamu, Suna, Oomimi, your fave

🍡 A Risky Game [drabble]

characters: Bokuto, Atsumu, Osamu, Noya, Kuroo, Futakuchi, Konoha, Sugawara, Mattsun, Makki, Tendou, Semi, Iwaizumi, Oikawa, Post-time skip Hinata, Ukai, Suna, Hoshiumi, Yaku, Hirugami, Daichi, your fave

🫧 Hand Warmers [drabble]

characters: Tendou, Atsumu, Osamu, Suga, Noya, Komori, lowkey Tsukki, Hinata, Ushijima, Kenma, Suna, Hoshiumi, Hirugami, Yaku, Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Futakuchi, Bokuto, Kuroo, Kageyama, Mattsun, Makki, Semi, Konoha, your fave

🌱 Never Too Much [drabble]

characters: Tendou, Yaku, Suna, Noya, Kuroo, Atsumu, Oikawa, Bokuto, Mattsun, Komori, your fave

🍡 One More Snooze [drabble]

characters: Osamu, Atsumu, Tendou, Komori, Kuroo, Bokuto, lowkey Kenma, Oikawa, Meian, Suna, Nishinoya, Konoha, Futakuchi, Hirugami, Sugawara, Yaku, Mattsun, Kita, your fave

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04 [closed] 🍱 Lunch Break (400 followers)

05 [closed] 🍋 Lemonade Stand (summer)

06 [closed] 🎃 Trick or Treat Movie Night (fall/900 followers)

[raguiras]

Mionn's art & writing ship trade event

(Click the art for better quality!)

I'm hosting an art & writing event centered around ships & duos (multifandom)!

🖤 REBLOGS ARE SUPER APPRECIATED

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I've recently reached 200 followers on this blog, 900 on my meme blog, and 100 on Instagram!! Honestly, I don't even know what to say... I feel so damn honored and am so grateful for the support!! 🖤🖤🙏

As a multi-milestone celebration as well as an event for the official Spade of Storms (Deuce x Allen) day, which is on the 27th of July, I decided to host a TRADE EVENT!!!

Basically, this event is going to be an open art/writing trade that's all about ships (or platonic duos).

The event starts on 7/23 (today) and lasts for rest of July as well as for the entirety of August. For every Allen x Deuce art/writing that I receive during this duration, you get one of your own ship from ANY FANDOM back!

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Why am I hosting this?

it's a way to thank everyone for three different follower milestones

a contest/DTIYS/raffle wouldn't promise that everyone gets something back, so I went for a trade event

the event allows me to post more about other canon TWST characters and draw them while not having to neglect Allen x Deuce

I wanna make new mutuals & friends, get to know more ships, and strengthen friendships with mutuals I already have!

Artfight is/was tons of fun, but I only do/did colored sketches there & ships are a tricky subject. Meanwhile, I'll do ANYTHING here!

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Basic information:

Make a drawing/writing/comic of Allen x Deuce. (Ideas can be found in this post's pink "starters for my ship" section.)

Post it on your blog, tag me in it, and refer to my event. (While posting is by far preferred — especially for bigger artworks and written stuff — you can also just DM it to me.)

In return, you'll receive a gift of the same type for your own ship from any fandom (OC x canon, canon x canon, OC x OC)! I'll DM you about the ship, so make sure that your DMs are open.

For example: If you submit a sketch, you'll get a sketch back. If you submit a fully shaded drawing, I'II make a fully shaded drawing for you, too. If you add a background, I'll (do my best to) do the same. If you write a drabble... You know the drill!

ANYONE can join, whether you follow me or not! However, new followers through the event are super appreciated!

EVENT TIME: July 23th (today) - August 31st

Anything submitted before or after this event duration will not receive anything back (unless we explicitly do a trade), but be held in high regard nonetheless!

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Rules:

The portrayal of Allen x Deuce must be shippy/romantic.

Please keep angst at a minimum unless it has a happy ending. Comfort is allowed.

Please DO NOT add your own OC or another canon character to the submission. Including them in the background as a wingman or something is alright, though. Additionally, any kind of romantic implications between Deuce and another character/OC are NOT allowed.

Please no NSFW. Harmless implications and slight spice are okay, but keep in mind that these characters are both minors.

AUs are very much allowed! All the previous rules apply here, too, and I'm willing to give an overview of some AUs via DMs.

Please no genderbending.

Please DO NOT draw Allen or Deuce as a standalone character. This is a SHIP event for a reason.

Please don't change their appearances too much, especially when it comes to the color schemes & body types.

Giving them different outfits — especially event outfits — is absolutely cool (yes, you can draw Allen in a skirt if you wanna), and changing their hairstyles is okay as long as they still look like themselves.

This is NOT A DTIYS event, so please DO NOT redraw one of my Allen x Deuce arts. Please come up with something original.

If you have any more questions, please DM me!

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What CAN you submit?

drawings // comics // writings // animatics

For drawings, anything from a quick sketch to an extremely detailed drawing with a background is allowed! You'll get something of the same quality back. The same also goes for writings/fanfics.

Animatics will receive a drawing in return.

What CAN'T be submitted?

Gacha videos // edits // memes

-> You can theoretically submit all of these and I'd appreciate them, but I wouldn't be able to give you anything back.

Memes refer to funny pictures that simply have Allen & Deuce's faces in them. DRAWN memes/meme redraws count as DRAWINGS.

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Starters for Allen x Deuce

Got no clue what to draw/write about?

Check out the few already existing Allen x Deuce posts on this blog for proper lore and facts.

Check @spade-of-storms for fun facts, shorter rambles and additional info.

In any case, you can't go wrong with simple fluffy, romantic scenarios! Dates, kisses, cuddles, whatever!

For information about Allen himself, please check my pinned post.

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Q&A:

I want to join the event, but I don't have any ship (OC x canon, canon x canon, OC x OC) you could draw/write about for me in return.

That's okay! In that case, I'll gladly draw/write about two separate characters or a platonic duo for you.

Can I do multiple submissions for this event?

Obviously, and every single one will be "revenged"!

Can I get something of another type/quality back? For example, can I get a fully shaded drawing for my sketch, or art for my drabble?

Unfortunately not, as I prefer to always give something of the same type back. There are only the following two exceptions that I AM willing to do:

you do a drabble/oneshot —> I do a sketch

you do any type of art —> I write a drabble/oneshot

Is there anything you refuse to draw/write about?

Deuce ships (other than Deuce x Allen). NSFW. Family x family. Minor x adult. Any ship considered to be problematic.

How do I tell you about the ship I want you to draw/write about for me?

I'll DM you after you post your event submissions.

Do you prefer to do OC x canon, canon x canon, or OC x OC?

I have a bias towards OC x canon and canon x canon ships. However, I'm willing to do any ship that's not problematic! In the case of OC x OC, I simply need you to provide information on two OCs instead of one only.

Will you do poly ships?

In order to keep things fair, no. But I could include the third party as a plush or chibi head.

I want to make Allen x Deuce content for you, but not receive anything in return.

That's also super appreciated anytime (and totally doesn't make me freak out /pos)! Simply share it as a gift and don't mention the event.

How long is it going to take you to finish your "revenge" on me?

It depends on the type of submission you make & what I'm giving you back. Some things can be done within a day while others may take much longer, but either way, you WILL get something of the SAME TYPE back & that's guaranteed.

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Personal notes:

My health isn't the best and I also have a job. Please be respectful and don't rush me nor get mad when I'm being slow.

Please do not start a discussion nor get mad at me if I refuse to draw/write about a ship I deem problematic & want you to pick another one instead. Preferably pick a ship that's by far NOT problematic from the beginning.

I'm unwilling to draw/write about any Deuce ships other than Deuce x Allen because I kin Deuce a ton and tend to feel uncomfortable with many of his ships, so please don't ask for any. I'm asking you to not start a discussion over this, either.

I won't post everything I make for the event on this blog. Sketches and writings will either be DMed to you or posted on one of my other blogs.

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That's it for now! If you have any questions, please do not hesitate to DM me.

And again, thank you so much for 200 followers!

♤ Happy trading! ♤

[nochukoo97]

boyfriend drabbles (pt.21)

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: the one where you fall asleep whilst waiting for jungkook

word count: 900+

boyfriend drabbles masterlist!

As you avert your eyes from the glaring screen of your laptop, you check your phone to see if a certain someone had responded to your texts.

you: kook when are u coming home?

delivered

you: text me back when u see this okayyy 🙃

delivered

Your eyebrows furrow, creating a small crease between them as you begin to grow frustrated by Jungkook being MIA.

He has told you that he would be back to eat dinner with you after his boxing practice, but it was currently already 9pm and the said man was nowhere to be seen.

“Bam, where’s your daddy,” You’re whining at the doberman who’s ears perk up at the mention of his name, Bam makes his way to your desk and lays his head on your lap.

You stroke the long and soft ears of the dog, Jungkook having decided not to clip his ears, and you would assume Bam is extremely grateful for his dad’s decision.

Bam’s mouth opens, letting out a squeaky yawn as you catch the yawn yourself, your eyes tearing up slightly under your glasses.

For now you simply assumed he stayed back at his practice again and forgot the time, something Jungkook often did when he was really into the lesson.

But there’s an assignment waiting for you to be completed, the thought of it snaps you out of your daze and forces you to continue to type away with the screen shining right into your tired eyes.

“Bam, house,” you point to the large dog bed in the corner of you and Jungkook’s shared office. Every room in your apartment had a dog bed for the spoilt dog.

He obediently walks over to the bed, plops down and lets out a huff before drifting off to sleep.

However, progress with the essay you were supposed to write was not going too well, with every word you typed onto the keyboard, your eyes were fluttering shut closer each second.

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“Jagi, I’m home,” Jungkook’s voice echoes into the silence of the apartment, as he frowns, expecting you to run up to him and ask him a million questions as to why he was back so late.

Instead he was met with a dark apartment, the office room down the hallway lit up as Bam excitedly huffs around your boyfriend.

“Bam, where’s your mommy?” The dog only perks up at the mention of his name again, he trails behind Jungkook who’s making his way to the only light source in the apartment.

A smile tugs at the corner of Jungkook’s lips as he spots you laying over your desk, head propped against your folded arms as your mouth emits soft breathing that fills the room.

He pulls out his phone, opening the camera app to snap a picture.

But the flash function had not been turned off, causing a bright glare to emit from his phone as he clicks the button to take a picture.

“Oh fuck-“

You squint your eyes as you slowly sit up, groggy and mind hazy from your previous slumber.

“Baby?” The small voice that comes out from your mouth makes Jungkook soften his gaze on you, stroking your cheek as he pecks it gently.

“Sorry Jagi, I got caught up again because I wanted to master this technique that they taught me today,” He gives you another apologetic kiss on your forehead as you close your eyes, the bright light on the ceiling way too glaring for your tired eyes.

“Mm, missed you,” You hum, stretching out your arms to wrap them around Jungkook’s waist, as he chuckles and fondly ruffles at your hair.

“Have you eaten Jagi?”

“Mm-hm,”

“Okay come on, it’s already 10, we should wash up and get ready to sleep,” He attempts to pull your body up but you freeze, remembering you still had that unfinished essay to do.

You point to the laptop screen, opening your mouth to explain to your boyfriend that you had to sit here and finish it up before you could do anything else.

“Baby you can do it tomorrow, come on, you’re tired already,” He manages to convince you to follow him into the bedroom, as you trudge slightly behind him.

Jungkook smiles fondly at you as he watches you plop onto your shared bed, spreading out like a starfish as you take in the coldness of the AC.

Soon, there's a large mass that climbs over you, sinking the mattress down as Jungkook pecks your lips, his hands on both sides of your arms.

“Kook I’m too tired to do my skincare today, let’s just sleep,” You yawn, arms reaching up to pull the man above you down.

But Jungkook resists, tutting at you, “You’ll regret it in the morning, come on, I’ll help you,”

You shake your head, grouchy as you whine and cover yourself with the duvet under you.

“Hop on,”

“Huh?”

You peer curiously at where the voice was coming from, Jungkook propped up on his knees as he signals for you to get on his back.

You giggle, sliding out of bed as you climb onto him, tightening your grip on his shoulders as he carries you to the bathroom, letting you down gently on the closed toilet seat.

It takes a while for Jungkook to find out which of your skincare does what, but he manages in the end.

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Kinktober Day 3 || Lactation Kink

PAIRING || Boyfriend!Young!Tony Stark x Girlfriend!Pregnant!Fem!Reader

WORDCOUNT || ~ 900 words

SUMMARY || You’re nearing the end of your pregnancy with your twins, and your milk recently came in, and Tony cannot resist having a taste or two when you let him.

RATING || Explicit (E)

TAGS || Canon divergence. No powers AU. College AU. Established relationship. Pregnancy fic. Reader is described as tattooed. Explicit sexual content.

SMUT || Referenced pregnancy kink. Lactation kink. Dirty talk. Praise. Drinking of breastmilk. Cockwarming. Cumming untouched. Multiple orgasms. Unprotected cockwarming. Creampie.

A/N || This is proofread by the most amazing person on this earth: @ccbsrmsf1. It can be read combined with this drabble I wrote back in June, but both can be read as standalone stories, as well.

All graphics are made by @nicoline1998enilocin

Main Masterlist || Tony Stark || Young!Tony Stark || Kinktober 2024

“I’m getting a little uncomfortable; I think I need to go and pump,” you tell Tony as you’re seated on his bed, trying to get some reading done for one of your classes. He’s working on an assignment across from you, and your feet are elevated as they lie on his legs, which takes a bit of soreness out of your body. As soon as you mention the word ‘pump,’ his gaze is locked onto yours, making you chuckle.

“Can I have a taste of you, Sunshine? Please?” Tony asks sweetly, and you can already see he’s getting hard at the thought of getting to drink from you again. Ever since he had his first taste not too long ago, he has been insatiable for it, and you’re often happy to indulge him, as it’s a nice bit of relief for yourself, too.

“Are you sure? I mean, I’m happy to go grab the pump-”

“YES! Yes, I’m sure! Please, Sunshine, I’ve been dying to have another taste of your sweet milk. I want to enjoy it as much as I can before our babies are here,” Tony quickly says as he interrupts you, followed by a soft groan as he’s getting more aroused by the second, which doesn’t go unnoticed by you. His slight pout and large, pleading eyes have always been his way of getting you to say yes, and this time is no different.

“In that case, you absolutely can, My Love. If you want, I can even keep you warm - I’ve been thinking about that delicious, thick cock ever since I woke up this morning,” you say as you carefully move over to your boyfriend, who’s already freeing his cock as you do.

“A little eager, are we?” you ask with a raised brow and a smirk, and Tony can’t help but blush at your words as he’s indeed eager to be buried inside you again. Ever since you got pregnant, he has been non-stop horny, and his pregnancy kink is being satisfied every time he looks at you and every time he gets to make love to you.

“Sorry, Sunshine, can’t help it when you give me an offer I can’t refuse,” he says as you lift your hand to his cheek, your thumb caressing it gently as you’re taking a moment to get lost in his eyes. The dark brown of his irises is something you’ve seen countless times, and you happily let yourself get lost in them as he admires you.

“I love you,” you whisper before closing the gap, and you feel his grip on your thighs going a bit tighter. He’s enjoying this moment just as much, if not more, than you are, and you’re happy to be getting some relief soon as you’re getting a bit sore now. When you pull away, everything seems to go quickly once Tony’s fully sheathed into your heat and carefully takes down your sundress.

“Look at you, Sunshine, sittin’ so pretty on my cock… ‘s a sight for sore eyes,” Tony says as your large breasts spill free, nipples already hard from your arousal, and Tony lets his thumbs glide over them for a moment, making you moan softly. Tony hums appreciatively at how responsive you are to his touch, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips while your hands clench the hem of your dress to ground yourself.

“So responsive for me,” he whispers, and you lean into the feeling of his hands holding you. It’s not an easy task when your belly is the size it is, but you’re both trying your hardest to make it work once Tony leans in and wraps his lips around your sensitive nipple. As soon as he does, you can feel an instant relief as your milk hits his tongue, your head falling back in pleasure.

“Fuck, I needed this so bad,” you groan as Tony takes his fill of your milk, your hips grinding back and forth to give yourself a little relief between your legs, too. The hand that was holding your breast earlier has now moved to your thigh, where Tony rubs in a soothing motion, gently caressing the intricate patterns adorning your flesh.

It doesn’t take long for the combined feeling of Tony’s cocking being nestled inside you as well as his lips around your nipple, to tip you over the edge of an orgasm as you clench around him with a loud moan. Tony’s groan sends shivers through your body as he ruts into you to prolong your orgasm, and without warning, you feel him throbbing inside you, an orgasm washing over him, as well.

“Fuck, you made me cum so hard, Sunshine, ‘s all for you,” he grunts before pulling you into a deep kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth as he rides out both your orgasms. He doesn’t want to leave yet, however, because even though one side is feeling a lot better, he still has one more breast to drink from, and he doesn’t want any of it to go to waste.

“Thank you for making your sweet milk, Sunshine. Can’t get enough of it,” is all he says before diving back in, leaving you with a dopey grin as your hands rest on your belly and your boyfriend drinks from you. Life has never been this good before, and you can’t wait for him to do it again soon.

[deathblacksmoke]

too sweet

pairing: matt dierkes x f!reader

cw: fluffy little drabble — cuties in love, bordering on so fluffy i might pass out about it, unprotected p in v sex, mentions of rough sex

word count: ~900

author's note: needed matt fluff, wrote matt fluff 🩷

title from “too sweet” by hozier.

It feels a little possessive, the way he slings an arm around your shoulder and pulls you flush against his side.

He’s always a little arrogant and you love that about him. There’s a bit of softness that it seems is reserved for you and you only — a quick temper when he snaps at one person or another, but always tender when he turns his attention back to you, eyes sparkling and smile wide, ready to take your hand in his again.

His face is painted with a smug expression when you look over at him — he’s so gorgeous, and as you study him, it occurs to you that the possessive nature of his hold is probably something closer to pride.

It matches your own. You love being his.

Whatever this thing is between the two of you, it’s still so fresh. Your skin still heats everywhere he touches you, your heart still races, and you wonder if it will ever stop feeling like that.

You take a moment to wonder distantly when he’ll ask you. It feels like such a big scary thing, but you want it. You feel so at peace, here with him, where he sees you and listens to you. He flies you out, shirks his responsibilities for the afternoon so he can be the one to pick you up from the airport with a bouquet of your favorite flowers in hand. He makes you feel special.

He moves so quickly from bossing the guys around to glancing over to you, expression softening, hand raising in a small wave. You melt for him, watching the show from the balcony behind his booth. The best spot in the house — you can watch him work.

He spends his entire off day letting you drag him around a city he’s been to a thousand times, letting you stop him time and time again to take his picture. You want your photo library full of him, to look at when he’s gone from you. He never complains, not about you.

You want him to ask.

You’re taken out of your thoughts just in time to watch the moment he catches you staring, his smile widening as he pulls you closer, placing a kiss to your forehead.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks, his tone playful.

“Nothing,” you respond, too quickly to be believable but he doesn’t push it. You lean your head against his shoulder, getting as close to him as possible, pleased to have the conversation another time.

You know him well enough by now to know that a switch has flipped in him, too.

You aren’t used to it like this — blanketing your body, whispering soft and sweet praises in your ear as he rocks gently into you. There isn’t a part of you that isn’t touching, which isn’t out of the ordinary—

But what you’re used to is different, on your belly for him with him draped across your back, or gripping your hips so tight there are bruises that stay for weeks, head shoved into the pillow and filth spewed at you. And you love it like that, the way it juxtaposes itself with how sweetly he treats you in the moments leading up to it and the moments following. The way he’s always too sweet for you even when he’s calling you names and turning your cheeks a ruddy red.

It feels different this time, as he has your hands in his grasp above your head not to restrain you, but to hold them. To keep you close. He lets out the smallest gasp when you lace your fingers through his, placing breathless kisses to your lips.

It’s bliss.

Bliss when he slides his hand between your bodies, the angle awkward for him with how he refuses to put any more space between you than is absolutely necessary but managing to pull your orgasm from you as expertly as he always does.

He looks at you like he’s in love, a look you’ve never known as well as right now — you don’t know what to do with that, as he’s draping himself over you again and placing kiss after kiss all over your face before spilling inside of you with a whimper.

“Fuck—” he groans. “I fucking love you.”

And your head swims.

You consider not bringing it up, letting him clean you up with such care, not speaking a word. Maybe it was a heat of the moment thing, and you can be okay with that.

But as he gathers you into his arms, face pressing into your hair and inhaling, you have to ask.

“Did you mean it?” you ask him, feeling suddenly shy and uncertain. You’re so scared he’ll say no, feeling your hands trembling before he takes them in his and turns you to face him.

His face says it all, but he just nods, seeming shy and uncertain himself.

“Couldn’t ask me to be your girlfriend first?” you inquire, mostly a joke although you can’t help but find his order of operations amusing. He always has been a little unorthodox.

“I thought that was implied,” he shrugs, making you laugh at him. “Isn’t it?”

Thinking back through every moment you’ve spent with him, all the time he’s spent treating you so nice and making you feel so loved, while you spent it wondering when he’d finally ask you.

He’s been yours all along.

You nod, settling back comfortably into his embrace. “I love you too.”

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dividers by @saradika-graphics <3

[wanderingblindly]

hi liquid my darling :))) for your kiss prompts, in aid of you practising these prompt drabbles (and for my own indulgence xo) pls write whichever pairing your heart desires to the prompt of “wanna practise?” :’) thank u i love u

Please feel free to ask me more kiss prompts, which I definitely fill at some point in time (unspecified).

Wedding Bells, Wedding Kisses (Charles Leclerc/Max Verstappen, 900 words, drabble)

“Max!” Charles calls, slamming the front door open with significantly more force than necessary – dramatic, as always. Max mutes the stream he’s lurking in, thankful that he wasn’t on audio, and calls back.

“What’s up?”

Charles storms into the office, following the sound of Max’s voice. He stands in the doorway, cheeks a little red and chest moving like he’d run in from the parking garage. Despite the visible distress, Max can’t help but think that he looks adorable like this: worked-up over something that – inevitably – doesn’t actually matter. “Yeah?” Max starts again, half wondering if he’s meant to try and figure it out himself. 

“The wedding.” Charles breathes, voice still a little shaky with whatever energy he’s buzzing on.

“The wedding.” Max nods along, as if it makes total sense, standing from his office chair. “You’re… nervous?” He prods gently as he makes his way towards the door, stopping when they’re face to face.

“How do you… how do we kiss? For the wedding.” He looks at Max with those wide, earnest eyes that always hit him right in the gut – trusting and honest and vulnerable. 

But Max can’t help it: he laughs a little, no more than a snort. Charles ran up to the apartment, hair on end and eyes frantic, to ask about how to kiss? When they’ve kissed for years? Charles punches him on the arm before he can actually answer. 

“Stop laughing, I’m serious!” He cries, voice one step away from a true whine. “How are we meant to kiss?”

“Like we always do?” Max offers, voice still light with laughter as Charles rolls his eyes dramatically. 

“It’s not the same, Max. We do not have one, a wedding kiss.”

Max takes another step closer, closing the minimal distance between him and Charles – standing nearly chest to chest in the office doorway. He looks down at him, just a few centimeters that somehow makes all the difference, and takes in the state of his lips – clearly bitten during whatever bout of anxiety caught hold of him in the car. And it hits him:

“We can, of course…” He starts, watching Charles’s eyes flick to his own lips before meeting his gaze again. “Wanna practice?”

—

Max guides them to the couch, shooing away the cats and grabbing Charles by the shoulders – urging him to sit. “So,” He starts, sitting down next to him carefully. 

Charles looks nervous, hands gripping his thighs tightly, straining his jeans. Frazzled isn’t a strong enough word; he looks shaken to his core. Somehow, Max thinks, he looks even more distressed than when he tried to make a move on him for the first time – terribly drunk and painfully endearing, wearing his tux and still holding his Rookie of the Year trophy. 

“Like this, then?” Max asks, leaning in and placing the most chaste of kisses on Charles’s cheek, right on the spot where his dimple forms. 

Charles giggles, nervous and fleeting. “At least pretend you like me, yes?” His dimples are on display, his laugh firming up as Max pulls away and rolls his eyes. 

“Sure, yeah, I can do that,” He says, moving a hand to Charles’s jaw, tilting his head ever so slightly in a familiar motion. With practiced ease, he slots their lips together. He can feel Charles continue to relax in his hand, the tension he holds in his face easing as Max sweeps his thumb along his cheek. 

He sighs into it, making that little noise in the back of his throat that means he’s content, and Max takes it as an invitation. His hand slides to the base of Charles’s skull, fingers finding their spot in his soft, overgrown hair. Charles leans into him, allowing Max to pull them tighter together – allowing him to gently coax his mouth open, allowing him to kiss him deeper, to let him taste him fully.

Max moves his other hand to Charles’s hip, silently urging him to come closer, when Charles pulls away – lips stained Max’s favorite shade of blush. They match his cheeks, both alive from his touch. 

“My mother will be there, you know,” Charles laughs a little, pushing against Max’s chest playfully. “Be respectful.” Max is listening, really, but it’s like part of him has been ignited; Charles almost seems bashful, chin tucked towards his chest slightly, long hair flopped boyishly over his forehead, lashes dark against his cheek as he looks down.

Max isn’t listening. 

“Give her my apologies,” He smiles, grabbing Charles’s hips with both hands and pulling him onto his lap – earning a surprised noise, something between a gasp and a giggle. “My self control, you know,” He catches Charles’s lips again, tasting that delicious blush like it’s the first time “It’s not so good.”

“Max,” Charles tries to chastise him, voice closer to a moan than a beratement. 

“Let’s practice later, ok? Wedding kissing,” Max says, moving his lips lower – hoping to elicit that hiccupy breath he loves so much when he touches him just right. With a delicate brush against the sensitive skin under his jaw, sliding up to catch his earlobe between his teeth, he whispers: “What d’you think?”

“I –” Charles starts, sentence falling off as Max slides a hand up his shirt, tracing the curve of his spine with feather-light touches. “Yeah, yes, um. Later, right.”

“Thought so.”

[eoieopda]

the one with seungcheol and the white flag

pairing: choi seungcheol x afab!reader au: est. relationship type: drabble (smut) rating: 18+ wc: ~900 summary: seungcheol atones like no other. cw: oral sex (f receiving) 🔞 MINORS WHO INTERACT WITH ME AND/OR MY CONTENT WILL BE BLOCKED, WHETHER OR NOT THE CONTENT IS NSFW. I’M AN ADULT WRITING EXCLUSIVELY FOR OTHER ADULTS.

You never heard your text tone chime to inform you of his late night, but you do hear keys jingling in the moments before your front door opens. Silence follows after the lock clicks again.

As if he’s moving on tiptoe across the kitchen and adjoining living room, there are no footfalls to confirm that he’s on his way to you. 

You know he is.

More than that, you can assume what he’s expecting: an argument. For some reference to the last time he got stuck at the office when he was supposed to be elsewhere, for forgetting to keep his phone charged long enough to tell you he won’t be home for dinner. To apologize more than once because he’s more than a little bit sorry.

You know that, too.

Seungcheol appears in the doorway to your bedroom before you can even look up from your book. You let him stand there for a second or two with bated breath while your unbothered eyes scan the page in front of you. When you finally look up, you return his gaze without offering anything else.

You don’t know what else to say at this point. He’s likely repeating your past conversations in his head anyway, self-flagellating.

He takes another silent step before setting his work bag down on the inner side of the door frame. His blazer is discarded too, left hanging on the back of your vanity chair.

“I’m so fucking sorry, sweetheart,” he sighs.

One step, two steps, three steps.

He repeats himself when he reaches the foot of the bed, palms pressing down into the mattress near your crossed ankles, but he doesn’t stop there. Climbing up and over slowly, he inches closer until his knees rest on the outsides of yours, warm body hovering.

You watch without a word as Seungcheol rests all of his weight on one hand and lifts the other. Carefully balanced, he gently removes the novel from your hands and sets it down somewhere to the side, out of your peripheral vision.

His eyes are pleading when yours meet them. Voice dropped low, he asks, “You believe me, don’t you?”

The question is punctuated by the soft brush of his knuckles against the top of your bare thigh. That touch trails down from the hem of your — his — too-big t-shirt until it goes cold just above your kneecap. Goosebumps are the only trace of him left behind.

It’s possible that you haven’t blinked once since he positioned himself above you.

Your eyes never leave his face, but your focus is split between the downward curve of his full lips and the thoughtful crease between his furrowed brows. That must be why you miss it when his hand returns to the hem of your shirt; you notice just in time to watch him run it between his thumb and index finger.

“Can I prove it to you?” He whispers, tone determined despite the desperation in his expression. “How sorry I am?”

You let him guide your legs apart so that there’s room for him between them. Seungcheol sits back on his heels for a moment when he realizes what’s waiting for him. 

What isn’t, rather.

With the way his shirt crept up your frame, there’s no fabric left to hide that you’re already wet and wanting.

Just for a moment, he flexes an eyebrow. You see it flash in his eyes: the realization that you may have been waiting for this all along. He doesn’t acknowledge it in words, and neither do you. Instead, he bows down.

Open-mouthed kisses line the length of your inner thigh. Interspersed between each of them is a new, whispered apology.

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry.

I love you.

I’m sorry.

The anticipation might’ve killed you before the vibration of his voice could. Thankfully, Seungcheol doesn’t leave enough time for you to find out for certain.

Eyes locked on yours, he parts his lips, leans in, and lets the tip of his tongue slip between your folds. Torturously slow, he flattens it against your slit, drags with perfect pressure that has your knees quaking long before he reaches the button of your clit and suckles it.

You whimper, though you don’t want to. But you don’t melt back against the pillows the way your body begs you to; you keep your abdominal muscles engaged just to watch him.

Him and the sharp cut of his jaw as he eats you out in earnest, so clearly starving after missing the meal you intended for him to have.

Him with his arms wrapped around your thighs and the press of his fingertips into your flesh, all working in tandem to keep you anchored in place when his tongue penetrates you and your back begins to arch.

Him, swirling dizzy circles over your clit until you’re left convulsing and gushing on his tongue.

When he pulls away to catch his breath, your orgasm is painted across his mouth and chin in a high-shine gloss. His pink tongue swipes over even pinker lips, washes them clean before he asks, “Forgive me yet, sweetheart?”

You’re still panting with electricity tingling at the tip of each finger. You nod, which makes a small, satisfied smile tug at the corner of his mouth. That very mouth drops open, so incredulous, when you speak for the first time all night:

“Cheol, I forgave you after the first apology.” You flash him an impish smile. “But I thought it’d be rude to interrupt the performance, so….”

“So,” he smirks. Leaning forward, his hands end up at either side of your head and cage you in. “It sounds like it’s your turn to atone, sweetheart.”

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

Happy 500! 🩵 I feel like "best friend's brother" and the Millers is something smutty just waiting to happen, maybe? 🫢

Best Friend's Brother.

y. Best Friend's Brother

Author's Note - this is a drabble written as part of my 500 Followers Celebration!! find that post here. thank you for this request!! another one for my will girlies - love you all <3

Pairing - Will Miller x Female Reader

Age Rating - 18+

Warnings - smut!! + cursing

Word Count - 900

Masterlist. 500 Follower Celebration Masterlist.

You've known Benjamin Miller since you were a teenager.

He's been there through thick and thin, love and loss, good and bad.

He makes you laugh until you cry, happily watches awful movies with you, and loves to make you breakfast for dinner. He knows you like the back of his hand, and vice versa. He's the best friend you could ever ask for.

He also has the most beautiful brother in the world.

William Miller is the bane of your existence. Golden hair, big blue eyes, gleaming smile. He's aged like a fine wine, and damn have you noticed. You love Benny more than anything, and you'd never do anything to jeopardise that. But my god... it's tempting.

You're one too many tequilas down when you realise you're wobbling. You're holding onto the bar's bathroom sink for balance, attempting to keep yourself upright. You pull out your phone and call Benny, your designated taxi driver.

"Hello?"

"Benny. Baby. I am drunk! So drunk. The room is spinning, actually. Bathrooms don't spin, right?"

"Sweetheart, this is Will. Benny left his phone at my place. Where are you? You need me to come and get you?"

"Will! Hey Will. Wonderful Will. I am drunk. Very drunk."

"You may have mentioned that," he chuckles. "Where are you?"

"O'Lockes, I think. You know the place with the lights? The pretty lights?"

"Yeah, I know the one. Stay there, okay? I'm coming."

He gets to you within 20 minutes, which means he can't possibly have followed any of the speed limits. You're sat on the bench waiting outside when you see his truck pull up.

"Hey, you."

"Hi, William. Beautiful boy. God, you're the best."

"Thank you," he chuckles.

He gets out of the truck and jogs around to the passenger side to help you in.

"Chivalry isn't dead, huh?" you giggle. "Such a gentleman. How are you single? Why are you single? Do you want to be? You don't have to be. Every single girl in that bar would swoon for you, William."

"Alright, this feels like 20 questions. You need help with that seat belt?"

Will reaches over and buckles you in. His face is so close to yours, you can smell his toothpaste. The tiny part of your brain that's still rational begs you not to kiss him.

He jumps into the drivers side and starts up the engine. He turns up the heat so you're warm enough, and turns the music down so it isn't too loud. You curl into the heated seat and sigh contently, sobering up pretty quickly.

By the time he's pulling into your driveway, you can't feel the tequila anymore. You're warm, you're happy, and you're madly in love with the man sitting next you. What could go wrong?

"Hey Will?" you ask when he cuts the engine.

"Yeah, honey?"

"Why are you single? I'm not trying to be nosy. Just curious."

"Curious, huh?" he drawls, smiling gently at you.

"I mean - I've never heard you talk about a girlfriend, or even going on a date. Ever since I've known you, you've been practically always single."

"Yeah. Dating isn't really my thing, I guess. Too much effort."

"Too much effort? Will, I've never heard you say anything is too much effort."

He chuckles, and you laugh along with him.

"I don't know. Maybe I'm just waiting for a certain someone."

Your heart skips a beat.

"Anyone in particular?" you ask, toeing the line.

"Maybe," he mutters. "Maybe."

He leans in over the centre console and presses a sweet kiss to your lips. You thread your hands into his hair and pull him closer, desperate to feel all of him. He grabs your hips and pulls you into his lap, rocking you back and forth.

You whine and the sound shoots straight to his core. He groans in response, tongue licking into your mouth. You shakily unbutton his jeans, pulling your skirt up around your waist.

"Should we go inside?" you pant breathlessly.

"Can't wait that long," he replies quickly. "Need to feel you now."

You pull him out of his underwear and lower yourself down, the both of you moaning in unison. The angle is a little awkward and you accidentally bump your head on the roof of his truck, but neither of you can find it in you to stop.

You set a steady rhythm, rising and falling with determination. Will helps you, grabbing at your hips and moving you as he pleases. You drop your forehead to rest against his, sweat mixing and breaths mingling.

"Oh, fuck," you whine.

"Yeah, baby. Keep going. You're doing so good. Don't stop, yeah?"

"Not stopping," you reply. "Never stopping."

Will moves his thumb to rub circles between your legs, causing you to breathlessly pant his name like a prayer.

"So close, Will. So close."

"Come on, honey. Give it to me. I can feel it. Yeah, that's it."

You fall over the edge with a moan, gripping at his hair. You tug a little harder than intended, but it does the trick, sending him into his own climax. He's groaning your name, and you're convinced the sound will be ingrained in your mind forever.

You're both panting, chests heaving. Then, you burst into a fit of giggles. It seems to be contagious, because Will joins you.

"What?" he asks through the laughter.

"How the fuck are we gonna tell Ben?"

[devils-dares]

ahhh congrats on 900! i was wondering what your thoughts are, or if you could write a little something on waking up next to matt murdock after dating for a long time, or even after marrying him recently. im just imagining the dreamy look on his face, or maybe even his signature smirk as he teases you. thank you! 🩷

join my celebration here!

SHUT UP THIS IS SO-

you lay on his chest, his even breaths telling you that he's still asleep. it's rare that you wake up before him, so you take the time to enjoy this moment. your hand is on his stomach, covered by his. his gold wedding band shines in the early morning sun, aeternum is inscribed on the inside. he said that word drunkenly to you one night after flaunting the fact that he had learned latin at st. agnes, and then he'd kissed you in the pouring rain. it was the first time he'd ever kissed you, and you'd only ever figured out what the word meant when he proposed to you, saying it to you again.

"aeternum" he'd said, "latin for forever, it's the amount of time i want to spend with you."

you were twisting the ring between your fingers when he started to wake. he smiles, letting you have your moment for a bit longer, unable to hold his laughter in when you press a few kisses to his abdomen, tickling him in the process.

"g'morning," he says, pulling you up towards him to press a kiss to your lips, "what are you thinking about?"

"oh, that time you proposed to me." you laugh.

"oh yeah, that one time, no big deal." he joins your laughter, infectious giggles bubbling throughout the bedroom.

"i love you, murdock." you say, shaking your head.

"and i love you, murdock." he says, fluttering kisses all over your skin to make you laugh more.

[espinosaurusrexex]

Hey!

Could we do tending to wounds after a fight w/ Bucky please?🥺

I can't explain it but this drabble brought me so much peace. I like it a lot ❤️ thank you for requesting it and thank you for all your support 🥰

Tending to Woulds after a Fight (Bingo Game)

!BINGO ASKS CLOSED!

BuckyBarnes x Reader

word count: ~900 (a smol boi)

warnings: mentions of blood and injury, Bucky feeling guilty, so so much fluff

Bucky huffed as the two of you opened the door to the safe house. It was quite nice compared to the ones he’d been in before. Of course, Tony Stark wouldn’t even spare a penny when it came to secret hideouts, not even in the middle of nowhere. 

You followed closely behind Bucky, a hand pressed to your thigh, where a blood-soaked cloth was tightly tied around a knife wound. 

“Sit,” Bucky demanded before he roamed the cabinets for medical supplies.

You did as you were told, biting back a hiss when the table beneath your legs shifted the pressure of the makeshift bandage. It was no one’s fault, really. The attackers had come out of nowhere, surprising even Natasha who had eyes on the radar at all times. And because of the thick walls of the bunker, she wasn’t able to tell you through the comms in time. 

Bucky was back with a box of supplies that he put down next to you. Quick to rip open the cut on your pants further, he began to drench the wound in alcohol. Another hiss pulled from your lips. He wasn’t careful enough, Bucky knew that. But his hands were shaking. He hated to see you hurt... hurt because of him. 

“Ow, careful please,” you spoke through your teeth. 

“Sorry.”

“’s alright.” Your hands laid on his - calming, warm. 

Bucky took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a second. Had he not asked you to come with him on the stupid mission - a mission he had called to life after finding out about the base which harbored hydra weaponry - you wouldn’t be bleeding out right now. 

“It’s not your fault,” you reminded firmly after recognizing Bucky’s look. It was the face he’d always make when he punished himself - most times for something that was out of his control. But sadly, Bucky had a difficult relationship with control. He couldn’t distinguish outside forces from his own, or he didn’t want to - a habit he’d adapted after having been responsible for so much pain and violence in the past. 

He looked at you. “I still don’t like seeing you hurt.”

You just nodded silently when Bucky got to work again. He was a lot calmer now. Your gentle reminders always helped him relax. He stitched the wound up quickly, now slightly hunching over the table as he sorted the kit back. 

That’s when you saw it. Bucky had ignored it, taunted by the guilt that threatened to swallow him if he stopped, but the decent-sized cut on his chest dipped the gray shirt beneath his opened combat jacket in deep red. 

Your hand pulled on the zipper. “You’re hurt.”

“I’m fine.”

“Bucky.” A scolding look.

“I’m okay. I’m good.” He moved to shake you off but brushed the wound instead and the little stutter in his movement along with the clench of his jaw betrayed the stoic attempt.

“You’re not fine, Buck. Let me help.”

“You’re hurt.”

“And why should I be the only one taken care of?” 

He looked away. Slowly, you moved off the table and turned Bucky with you by his shoulders until he was the one positioned as you had just been. One leg supporting your stance and the injured one lightly tapping the ground, you searched the box for the disinfectant again. 

But as Bucky noticed how difficult it was for you to balance on your good leg, he gently pulled you between his legs, one land lingering on your waist to steady you. You looked at him for a moment, watched as his other hand casually rested on the table, and secretly wished it were on your body instead.

“I’m sorry,” Bucky suddenly confessed, averting his eyes when the drenched cotton was pulled from his torso. 

“You don’t have to punish yourself anymore, you know? You never did.” The words rolled over your tongue and Bucky just squeezed your waist in response.

“But I do. I can never make this up.”

You leaned back, hand resting on his shoulder as his began to draw slow strokes on the skin beneath your top. “It’s not for you to make up.” You whispered, forehead leaning against his in the intimate moment you shared. 

“Then why does it feel that way?” His voice was breaking with tears when he asked the question that occupied his mind so many times before. He had fallen lost in the feeling of uncertainty trying to answer it on his own.

“Because you’ve been made to believe.” But you had the answer ready, as always, a soothing reminder to stop beating himself up every once in a while. 

Bucky nodded weakly when you got to cleaning his injury, one hand always lingering on his skin and it calmed his heartbeat completely. He watched as you worked on the cut, taking care of him like no one else had ever done and he fell back into a state of awe - familiar almost because it always happened when you were around him. 

You stuck a big band-aid on his chest when you were done, but your hand lingered on the heated patch of skin. 

“All done,” you whispered when Bucky’s eyes captured you once again. He did that often, but you wouldn’t complain. 

“Thank you,” he responded just as carefully, his other hand coming to wrap around you until he hugged you fully, his head buried in your chest and your hands stroking over his hair. 

You stayed that way for a while, just gently soothing hands up and down, breaths syncing - calm, and somehow... finally at peace.

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Strawberry drabble - Felix x reader x Demetri

Just a short little story, i wanted to write something for Felix and Demetri before leaving for a vacation.

It was the two of them… And now it is the three of us. It was… a surprise, at first, for them. They knew, of course that they weren’t soulmates, but they were in love, and their bond was so deep… It was what Demetri explained me, as we were sitting in the garden, and I was eating strawberries. They were the first of the season, very good, and I was eating them as soon as I picked them, my fingers soon sticky and pink.

“You know, if it wasn’t for him, I wouldn’t have joined the Volturi that easily… It would have been also much harder for me to find my place. It was hard, at first of course, I was from Amun’s coven, a replacement for another tracker, and I had been hidden so much from the world…” As he says that, Demetri scoot closer to me.

“Why do you need to get that close to me?” I ask, amused.

“Darling, I need your presence to thrive!” I giggle as Demetri whine.

“Fine, fine…” I keep on eating my strawberries as Metri talk again.

“It was when I first saw Felix that I knew I would follow him anywhere. It was him who insisted to keep me close since that day, and who took care of me, and help me adapt. He trained me, fed with me…”

“And then the two of you fell in love?” I ask.

“Not yet!” Demetri laugh. “It took us a century to admit we were more than friends. But when we did… Our bond only became deeper and deeper. We were not thinking about mates anymore, why would we? We had each other… And then you appeared, around 900 years after we got together. Adorable little human… We were so relieved when we found out you were the mate to the two of us, and even more when you just accepted it…”

“And now it is the three of us.”

“And now it is the three of us.” Metri repeat. He then looks at me.

“Are you done eating strawberries? You’re going to get sick if you keep eating more…”

With a smile, I lick clean my fingers coated with sweet juice.

“You little vixen…”

I laugh at his words, and we both perk up as we see Felix walking towards us, done with his duties. “I see my loves are having fun without me…” he says, amused.

“Felix!”

He bent down, kissing Demetri, then me.

“Is everything alright bello?” Demetri asks.

“Everything is now, because I’m with you.”

We laugh as Felix lays on the grass, bringing us with him. He wraps his arm around Demetri, and I lay my head on his lap. Everything’s perfect.

[pinecipitation]

Swimming lessons

Xiao x reader, no specific reader type

word count: 900+

things to know: In this drabble, you’re Smiley Yanxiaos apprentice and work in the kitchen of the Wangshu Inn. However, your lack of adapting to water is shown when you lose your footing collecting ingredients and plummet into the cold ocean below you.

content warnings: none! (I think)

authors note: I wrote this so long ago I’m scared

You’ve awoken with small, hurried taps on your left cheek, a moving shadow blocking the sun in front of you as you laid on your back. Your throat still a little tight from previously ingesting large amounts of salt water, you immediately took in two shuddered breaths and attempted to flip to your side trying to cough out the remains.

A strong hand pushed your back helping you turn, the other holding your bicep tightly as if you’d simply drift away if not held back. You didn’t have time to wince from the pressure however, the patterned cough and forced gasp of air occupying your attention before finally letting down and allowing you to open your shut eyes. It sure took a while before you recognized where you were, the blaring afternoon sun struggling to keep you smitten against the rough sand.

“You were reckless today. There are plenty of more secure areas throughout Liyue to go sightseeing,” a familiar man’s voice barked out near you, his figure slowly materializing in front of you. The blue haired man was turning you on your back once more, briefly dragging you forward until your back hit a rock to lean on. His thighs were situated on either side of you as he stood, unconsciously respectful of your body as only his hands touched and held onto your arms, elbows, wrists, hands, and back to wrists.

“Do not let me find you in this state again. A foolish choice like this will bring nothing but worry to those around, do you understand?” His grip tightened around your wrists as he repeated his last question with a little more force. One could’ve easily mistaken his words for those of malice if his piercing eyes weren’t blown wide. Not many can say they’ve come face to face with the Yaksha, but the limited rumors you’ve heard certainly never mentioned the slight fear behind his pupils. Or the way his jaw barely trembled not completely from anger, but worry as well.

If you weren’t speechlessly staring at him and observing every little detail, you could’ve missed these small signs. But unfortunately, today you’ve missed it. Being used to getting ushered away or discarded when asked to speak to the Yaksha, you simply did not expect him to be anything but mad at you. But that is the way of your current job, and you couldn’t find it in you to care enough to interact with him, no matter how many times the rest of the staff told you to be wary of your attitude towards your nations protector.

Trying to compose yourself, you unsuccessfully try to lean on your elbows to push yourself up and look him in the eyes. From the position you were in you didn’t feel cornered at all, no, but him looming over you in such a position made it hard to not feel trapped underneath him.

Still recovering from almost drowning, you’ve been opening your mouth slightly to whisper fragments of his name, never a full word leaving your lips as he stared at you with the same wide eyes. He didn’t seem to hear or notice these small movements, apparently occupied with longingly patrolling your face and chest/breathing patterns as if to convince himself you were okay. You WERE okay, just shocked from his behavior. Were you really in such danger when he found you?

Xiao must have felt you shifting about when he let go of your wrists in a quick manner, a quick exhale leaving his nose before hurriedly climbing off of you. Almost on instinct your hands followed him before stopping. His gaze never left you as you once again shifted onto your elbows to sit up straighter, one hand stuck in air as if you were reaching to an alley cat trying to console it.

“I’m sorry,” was all you could muster, too ashamed to look up at him as he rose and walked towards his discarded polearm. Your eyes were focused on the sand surrounding you two; the solid line leading to you indicating him dragging you towards shore. A single pair of footprints occupied the right side and stopped right beside you. He truly has not left your side before you woke up. “Xiao, I truly am.”

“An apology does not matter to me. I do not protect for apologies.”

He turned to look at you over his shoulder. “Please,” he almost mutters to himself, “return safely. And dry.”

A tone low enough to easily be discarded between the sound of the waves and far away birds looking for their next meal. Miraculously, even the wind seemed to stop only to let his words make it to you. It made its way back to flow through your now-dry clothes once he disappeared within a blink.

It was almost sundown once you’ve finally arrived back at the inn. Unfortunately you’ve seemed to misplace your burlap sack that you’ve taken with you, meaning your trip to bring back crystalflies was utterly meaningless.

You finally made it atop the stairs with a sigh, covering your face before entering the small kitchen quarters on instinct to avoid the hot fumes lingering in the air from stinging your eyes. It was almost a miracle you located your bag bursting to the edge with the shiny creatures hanging off the top of a chair, a small note folded over the strap with what you could only describe as a scribble for handwriting.

“If you must travel to the Guyun Stone Forest only for these, refrain. They are simple to catch for those with higher skill than a cooks apprentice.”

[morning-star-joy]

CONGRATS ON 700 DARLING GIRL 🫶🏻 still no idea why you don’t have 7,000 because you should!

may I request the kissing injuries/scars for the Drabble…. And if no-one else has requested it and I can be greedy because I love filth can I also request one with the breeding kink. Because reasons. 👀

ILY 🧡

Charlie my love, thank you for sending in this request!! I REALLY wanted to do this one, and my muse really got flowing for an important scene between them that I could write now that the epilogue is up. Breeding kink has been written and is here

Pairing: Joel x F!Reader, established relationship, set in the ASHWAH universe

Warnings: Mention of past suicide attempt (Joel's lore), Hurt/Comfort, lots of love and vulnerability

Wordcount: 1.3k

Part of my 700 follower celebration (or 900 now because we just hit that!! THANK YOU!!!) If you want to send in a request for a drabble, check out the prompt list here! I'll be accepting requests up until July 3rd!

“What about this one?”

You brushed your fingers across the jagged scar on his abdomen, right below the thinner scars from the time Joel was attacked by Stalkers on patrol, the injury you had treated when you found him bleeding, struggling to patch himself up in his bathroom.

“Newer,” Joel murmured, his fingers trailing up and down your naked spine in a lazy manner as you brushed your hands over his body, exploring every mark and asking for the story behind each. “Got it after we left Jackson last winter.”

Propping yourself up on your elbow more, you glanced from the healed scar up towards his face, seeing how he gazed down at you with an unabashed fondness that made you feel a warmth spread from your head to your toes.

A warmth you now knew the exact cause of.

“Really?” you asked quietly, glancing back down towards the scar as you ran your fingers over it again, watching the muscles of his stomach jump below your fingers, a small smile dancing on your lips at his body’s subsconscious reaction to your soft touch. “It looks deeper.”

“It was,” Joel sighed, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, squeezing your shoulder gently before dragging his fingers up and down your skin there. “When we got to the University of Colorado, we ran into some raiders. One of them got me real good.”

A frown crossed your face as you rolled over onto your stomach, pulling yourself up so you could meet Joel’s eyes directly from above him, showing that you were open and invested in what he had to say.

Joel met your gaze, huffing out another quiet sigh as he softened at the sincerity in your gaze. “It was bad. Would’ve died if it wasn’t for Ellie. I told her to go back to Jackson, but she…”

You felt an ache in your chest, and you brought your hand up, stroking his cheek gently as you could detect the weight to what he was and wasn’t saying.

“Of course she stayed,” you whispered, leaning down, brushing your nose against his cheek, kissing the skin there and murmuring, “She loves you.”

Joel made a small sound, gruff as he avoided your gaze when you pulled back up to look at him.

It made you sigh, leaning down to press kisses on his other cheek and up his face, wanting to shower him with how much love you had for him.

The more you and Joel became completely intertwined, the more you began to notice hints of the vast vulnerability that laid below his stoic surface. You had known for a long time he carried the weight of the world he had lost on his shoulders, but you hadn’t realized how much it affected the way he lived and loved until you had admitted that love you shared for each other.

You paused as your lips brushed against his temple, lips grazing the old scar there—the most faded one on his body, and you knew by the way he had never mentioned it that it held a story deeper than the rest.

“This one?”

When he stiffened below you at the question, you knew you were right in your theory. This scar contained a great emotional history, and you pressed another gentle kiss along the length of it before pulling back, stroking your thumb across his cheekbone before dancing your fingertips down along his nose, catching his eye as you whispered, “You don’t have to tell me, love. It’s okay.”

Joel’s eyes wavered, the depth of them softening at the affectionate name that left your lips, understanding the weight behind the simple word you called him.

It wasn’t a name that you called him often, as being in love was completely new to you. But you were working on being vulnerable, on opening yourself up and trusting him in this new direction of your journey together.

And in that moment, it was that fact that made Joel confess the story to you.

You stayed quiet as he recounted the days after Sarah’s death, how he had felt lost with no direction, no meaning left to continue to go on. Tears sprang to your eyes as he whispered to you what he had tried to do, what he hadn’t been able to, and you cupped his cheek in your hand, glancing between his eyes as he softly confessed to trying to take his own life twenty years ago.

Unable to find the words in that moment, you leaned back down, pressing your lips over the scar again in a rapid succession of soft, chaste kisses before leaning down to capture his lips in yours. Gentle and barely there, and then more firm, pouring your unwavering loyalty and love into the kiss, trying to show him how thankful you were that he had flinched, and was here with you today.

When you leaned back and rested your forehead against his, Joel kept his eyes screwed shut for a moment, brows knotted together as he sighed quietly, trying to reign in his emotions before he opened his eyes and reached a hand up to stroke the small scar on your cheek with his thumb.

“How about you, mi luna?” he whispered, and your eyelashes fluttered, sighing softly at the name that conveyed his utter love and devotion for you with the question. “This one?”

“Seattle,” you said quietly, pressing a kiss to the crease between his brow, willing it to smooth out and only pulling back to lay beside him when it did. “My father was pretty high up in the WLF, and I fought in it with him. So did my sister.”

Joel frowned, glancing over your face as he did the math in his mind before asking, “How old were you?”

“Me? I started when I was about 16 or 17,” you muttered, watching as that crease deepened between Joel’s brow again, and you subconsciously reached a thumb up to try and smooth it out before adding quietly, “Little Star was 13 when she started later.”

“Jesus,” Joel whispered, letting out a harsh breath as he frowned deeply. “This happened because of that?”

“Yeah,” you sighed, shrugging as he cupped your cheek in his hand, tracing the pattern of that small scar on your cheek again and again, a habit he had gotten into months ago—memorizing the paths of your scars, and a part of you suspected he did it to remind himself that you were there with him. “It was a fight with FEDRA that went bad fast. I was too close to a makeshift bomb from one of our guys. Luckily I was far enough out of the blast zone to really get hit, but glass went flying and, well…”

You gestured vaguely towards the scar that Joel was still tracing with his thumb, and his frown deepened, a glimmer of anger in his eyes for a moment before it disappeared, and he leaned forward, pressing his lips to that scar in a gentle kiss that made your eyes flutter shut, a soft sigh escaping your mouth that he chased with a press of his own there.

Joel kissed you slowly, languidly, and you returned it happily, lips meeting his again and again before he pulled back to rest his forehead against your own.

“I’m glad you’re here,” he murmured, pressing another kiss to that scar, and you smiled gently, leaning up to press your own kiss to the temple on his scar again before pulling back to wrap your arms around him, snuggling against his chest as he held you closely in return.

“Yeah,” you whispered, smiling against his skin as you let out a sigh of happiness, of content. “Me, too.”