#Drabbles in the loosest sense of the term

[mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea]

My 5 Sentence Drabble Prompts is now an AO3 Series!

Description:

A variety of fandoms (perhaps) and ships and prompts, kept as short as possible, definitely only 5 sentences long, even if I have to get creative about how I actively sentence.

Notes:

5 Sentence Drabble Prompts from Tumblr. Obviously, most of these aren't going to be drabbles in the strictest "100 words only" sense, but they are 5 lines, and that to me was more of an interesting challenge.

None of these are connected, but if they ever are, I'll note that they are.

Check out the 5 Sentence Drabble Prompts and give me a number and pair if you like. You can generally find me in the Marvel fandom, but I'm also happy to try my hand at Hannibal, Versailles, Blindspot, The Following, Hemlock Grove, Blindspot, a variety of romcoms (just ask, if I'm not into it, I'll let you know), and well, just ask, and if I'm not into it, I'll let you know and you can pick another fandom/ship. I reserve the right to make faces if you land on a squick character or ship.

[steddieas-shegoes]

deep penetration up the field

for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt 'sports au' rated e wc: 992 tags: secret relationship, football player steve, musician eddie, dirty talk, phone sex (in the loosest sense of the term), masturbation

first, a huge shout out to @thefreakandthehair for basically coming up with the commentator's lines at the beginning of this drabble. and for encouraging me when it comes to a sport that isn't hockey. hope this is a very tasty meal for you 💖

and a thank you to the love of my life in another life @wormdebut, who may or may not have written a part two to this already because neither of us were satisfied with the level of tendernasty kinky shit they got up to here.

“Why are you watching the game? We are anti-football in this home,” Eddie crossed his arms over his chest as he took in what Gareth and Jeff had put on the tv.

“As if you don’t have the world’s most embarrassing crush on Harrington,” Gareth snorted.

“I don’t, actually,” Eddie said, distracted as he watched the man himself on the screen.

“Those tight ends, especially Harrington, they’re skilled at finding the holes and getting that deep penetration up the field,” an announcer said.

“Exactly, Mark. You need a tight end that can play both ways confidently, that’s what sets this team apart,” another announcer said.

Eddie barely bit back a laugh as they focused in on Steve’s face before the snap.

Eddie could just barely see the edge of a hickey on his neck and felt his heart stop.

“Looks like Harrington has no trouble finding willing women,” Jeff nudged Eddie as he left the room to get another beer from the fridge.

He secretly liked football, and probably worshiped the ground Steve walked on as he was most of the reason the Colts had been having an undefeated season so far.

Gareth, however, couldn’t stand any event with a ball, and would judge the hell out of Jeff if he found out he was watching for any other reason than to make fun.

Eddie watched as Steve got a touchdown, something he’d been doing in almost every game this season, doing his stupid dance in the end zone. 

Eddie hid a fond smile when he pretended to play air guitar and pointed at the camera that was focused in on him.

He could feel the heat on his face, knew he needed to get out of the room, but just as he turned to go, Jeff came back in and saw him.

“Are you getting sick, Ed?” He asked, genuinely concerned.

“Nope. Just gonna go finish packing!”

He rushed to his bedroom, closing the door and sliding down until he was sitting on the floor with his head against his knees.

They talked about telling the guys when they meet up in Chicago in two weeks. The Colts play the Bears and Eddie plays The Riviera.

But the more Eddie thought about what that would mean, that it would make it real, the more he wanted to wait.

Not because he wasn’t sure about Steve. Never because he wasn’t head over heels in love with him.

Because Steve came out of nowhere, a stereotypical jock in every way on the surface, an overwhelmingly adoring and adorable sweetheart the moment he was alone with Eddie. It was easy to fall in love with him.

And it happened fast.

One moment they were making it out backstage in a closet, the next Steve was whispering how much he loved him in their shared hotel bed the night before pre-season started.

Now, they secretly met up when they could until they could figure out how to tell the people that mattered.

Eddie would have to be more careful about the hickeys he left, though.

He managed to pick himself up and actually work on packing for Corroded Coffin’s Midwest tour, but couldn’t help smiling to himself when he heard Jeff yelling excitedly about Steve managing to block three guys for his team to get another touchdown.

When his cell phone rang an hour later, he rushed to pick it up, already knowing who it would be before checking the screen.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he sat on the edge of his bed as he spoke.

“Hey, baby. Doing okay?” Steve’s voice was still slightly out of breath, like he’d just ran off the field and called Eddie before anything else.

“I’m good. Are you?”

“Great. We won. I think if we keep it up, we’ll be favored to make the Super Bowl.”

Eddie’s brows raised.

He didn’t really like football, but everyone knew how big of a deal the Super Bowl was. 

“That’s great, Stevie. You heading back to the hotel now or going out with the guys?” 

“I’m hiding in the bathroom, we just got off the field. Think I’m gonna head to the hotel, though. Don’t really feel like going out.”

Eddie smiled to himself.

“Call me when you get settled?”

“Just to hear my voice or for other reasons?” 

Eddie could hear the smirk in Steve’s voice, felt himself start to smirk at the thought of what they could do on the phone later.

“You know I love hearing your voice, but I also love hearing you whine and beg,” Eddie’s voice dropped lower, more of a growl.

“Eddie.”

Steve sounded breathless, almost like when he…

“Are you touching yourself? In uniform?” He told Eddie he didn’t like to risk messing up the uniform, it was sacred, blah blah blah. But Eddie knew exactly where his hand was right now.

“Mhm,” Steve whimpered.

“Jesus Christ, Stevie. Can’t even wait until you get to the hotel? What if someone walks in?” Eddie knew what would happen if he kept talking like this, especially when he could hear the faint movements of Steve’s hand working his cock.

“Don’t care. Need you,” Steve gasped out, ending his words on a groan.

Eddie was hard, but refused to touch himself now, knew he’d be miserable if Steve had to suddenly stop and he didn’t get off.

“What do you think I’d do? You think I’d get on my knees in the locker room, suck you off in front of everyone?” Eddie shook his head when he heard Steve’s breath catch, slick noises getting louder. “Or would you wanna wait until everyone leaves so no one sees you begging to suck me off before I’ve even gotten your cum down my throat?” 

“Please,” Steve begged.

Eddie smirked.

“Go ahead, sweet boy. Make a mess.”

Steve bit back a loud moan as he came, panting into the phone as Eddie talked him through it.

“Later?” Steve asked.

“You’re insatiable.”

[bot-imagines]

What if Jack, Miko, and Raf could fuse with the Autobots?

It comes as a shock to everyone when it’s revealed that humans can actually fuse with Cybertronians. After much deliberation, Ratchet concludes that it has to do with Unicron being the center of the planet and, in a way, responsible for the creation of humanity. Therefore, humans are compatible with Cybertronian physiology in the loosest terms possible.

Team Prime is at a bit of a loss on how to feel. On the one hand, they’ve seen fusion a few times - mostly with Mack - and they’ve gathered that it’s usually a pleasant experience. It’s apparently the sort of thing that you can’t ever really truly describe; you have to experience it to understand it.

On the other hand, there’s a bit of a disposition concerning how well fusion between a technological and organic being would work. It’s not like they have any examples of any kind to go off of for reference. Ratchet advises against it, mostly because they really have no idea what would happen. Optimus hesitantly agrees. There isn’t an all-out ban, per-say, but there is a sort of silent agreement to avoid the subject of fusion concerning them around the children. Smokescreen, Wheeljack, and Ultra Magnus are pulled over to the side to have the logistics of it all explained to them.

Miko really wants to try it, mostly because she wants to be a huge, ass-kicking robot, but also because it’s one of the few things about being human she wants to experience firsthand with her friends. 

Jack is curious, but he’s a lot more subtle about it than Miko. He’s only fused with Miko a few times, and one time with both Miko and Rafael, so he doesn’t have a ton of experience. He’s of the mind that if he fuses with one of the bots, he’ll be there to help them through the experience. 

Raf definitely wants to try fusion again, but he also wants to have more research done before anything happens. He’s also most likely to not really say anything unless someone outright asks him. He doesn’t want to make anyone uncomfortable, especially since not a lot of kids his age fuse very often.

The first two to fuse are, oddly enough, Jack and Arcee. They had just gotten back from a mission and had been celebrating. Arcee, still revved up, had offered to go for a ride, and Jack had agreed. Only Arcee took Jack’s hand before she began to transform, and before she had the chance, they were both glowing bright and phasing into each other.

They stayed like that for all of maybe a minute before splitting apart. Arcee is crying, and Jack’s doing his best to console her. The others try to talk to Arcee about it later, but she doesn’t want to discuss it at all.

It’s not until much later that they learn that she wasn’t upset about fusion, but overwhelmed with the feelings that it created in her. It’s the calmest she’s felt since Cliffjumper offlined. It was just so much.

Miko and Bulkhead were next. They were jamming out to Slash Monkey in the base when Miko tripped over her amp cord. Bulkhead caught her just in time, and the next thing they knew, they had fused. It’s a lot for them, and for the other bots. Bulkhead takes to fusion like a champ, and the others are much more intrigued now.

When Rafael and Bumblebee fuse for the first time, it’s during a car chase with a group of Vehicons. Bee had been driving down the highway on the way to their favorite spot to race Raf’s model car when he’d noticed they were being tailed. They’d tried to lose them before pulling off. Bee had tried to get Raf to hide, but Raf had been feeling rather brave, and refused to leave.

He’d taken one of Bee’s digits in his hand and told him they were in this together. 

By the time the Vehicons showed up, the Autobot signal was distorted in a strange way, and the being they found was definitely NOT the Autobot scout.

Optimus is having a heart-to-heart with Jack shortly after the Orion Pax incident when Jack threw his arms around Optimus’ servo in a desperate embrace. No one was there to witness their fusion, but they stayed like that for a few minutes, simply enjoying the feeling that fusion allows two people to feel. They haven’t spoken about it to the others - not out of shame, but out of unspoken respect. Their fusion just felt like one of those things that they didn’t need to explain to others.

Ratchet first experience with fusion is the only one that doesn’t come as a surprise to him. It’s also not with any of the children. It’s with June Darby.

Ever since Rafael’s exposure to dark energon, June has been coming to the base to have weekly discussions with Ratchet about human biology and physiology. It’s during one of these visits that Ratchet gather the courage to ask about fusion. He explains how almost all of his teammates have done it already, and apart from his own curiosity, he feels a genuine sense of responsibility for their safety. He wants to understand fusion so he can properly help when he is needed. 

June does her best to explain the logistics of fusion to him, as well as retelling her own personal experiences with fusion. She can tell Ratchet is getting frustrated due to lack of understanding, so she outright offers to fuse with him.

Once he gets past all his blustering and stalling, Ratchet agrees.

Needless to say, he and June become much closer friends afterwards.

All in all, fusion is a very emotional, personal thing for them all. Each relationship they have effects how they feel, appear, and behave. 

But they wouldn’t trade it for the world.

-

(I might do longer drabbles later for the fusions of everyone, but I might just link it to an Ao3 post to save y’all the scrolling.)

[fuukonomiko]

"You are my new pillow" Magnus and Roboute

"You are my new pillow."

Did she just hear him say that?

It was a very, vague mumble.

From a man who was nowhere near conscious.

Salvia had very sharp hearing, however. Her augmentations made sure of that.

They say that a man's lips are loosest when he is intoxicated or unconscious, mostly because his mind is not being filtered by wakefulness.

And given that the Primarch was both...well....

He shifted his head that was laying on her lap. His short, cropped hair felt like little spikes against the single layer of cotton that was her clothing, grazing against her thighs.

It was beginning to give her goosebumps.

How she ended up in this conundrum...being in the most important office of all of Macragge, on a couch with an exhausted, somewhat intoxicated Primarch asleep on her lap....

She can almost hear her servo skull laughing at her dilemma. (The only way a servo skull would of course...)

It began earlier that night when she had been called out of her quarters by one of the Tech Priests. The Lord Commander was asking if she had a spare hour to help with the Vox system in his office.

She remembered looking at the laundry, the ironing, and the pile of spare parts and tools on her assembly desk.

He was a hard man to say "No I've got things to do" to.

So she ended up here.

Lord Guilliman's personal vox was making all sorts of odd noises. He had specifically asked for her to come have a look. She had disassembled the offending item in less time than in took for him to read the piles of paperwork before him and take a few sips of a vile-smelling concoction from a wineglass on his desk.

"Does it need new parts?" he had asked, leaning a little too close over her shoulder, allowing her a whiff of his aftershave.

She swallowed, ignoring the effect of his proximity on her. "It appears the wirings are shorted, my Lord." she turned to speak to him but avoiding direct eye contact. "I suspect some liquid may have spilt in it."

From the smell of it, it would appear to have had a large amount of coffee had splashed inside the unit.

"I'm going to have to replace a number of components." she was about to stand up and take leave when she felt his fingers tug gently at the sleeve of her dress.

"It can wait." he said. "If you don't mind keeping me company for a little while?"

Once again she found herself unable to turn him down.

Not that she was averse to it of course. Truth be told her heart performed a few somersaults in her chest when he asked her to stay.

It was late. It was a weekend. Roboute Guilliman should be having fun somewhere, unwinding, taking a break.

But he wasn't. Far from it actually. He was in his office. Burning the candle at both ends. Like he always did ten millennia ago. Except back in the day he had his mother remind him that he should take a breather here and there because he was going to work himself to death.

He didn't have that luxury now, of course.

He looked up from the documents he was reading to see her remove the parts that needed replacing on his vox. He knew it had been a result him knocking his cup a few hours ago when he inadvertently nodded off from exhaustion. Normally he would've just let it sit until the morning after, as he had several other functioning units in his office. But he had her summoned anyway...mostly because he decided he needed some good company.

He smiled as he took another sip of the bitter wine that filled his wineglass. He had tried to use this concoction to keep him awake somewhat, as bad as the taste was.

But the effect was quite the opposite.

"Lord Guilliman?"

Salvia's voice very faintly registered as his head slumped forward on his desk.

Roboute can only hold it for so long.

"My Lord you need to rest." she said as she shook his massive shoulder. "Sleeping on your desk is no comfort."

He mumbled incoherently as he raised his sleepy head. "Perhaps." He sat up slowly, yawning, stretching and rubbing his tired eyes. "Can you help me to that seat?"

"Should you not be sleeping in your bedroom?" she asked as she pushed his chair aside so he can get out of it.

"I probably could." he said, laughing slightly. "Would you escort me to my chambers?"

She did not miss the teasing note in his voice.

"Roboute...."

He had taken but a few steps before slowly crashing unto the couch not far from his desk.

He had his arm around her shoulders as she assisted him.

And he pulled her right with him as he sank on the cushions.

Her back landed on there first, with him laying across her in perpendicular fashion.

Had she not been an augmented human she would have likely taken an injury from his weight.

Salvia inched away from her awkward position, trying to get out from under him, only stopping when she heard him speak those words.

"You are my new pillow."

She watched as he shifted into a comfortable position. Head on her lap, arms tucked in, his body somewhat curled.

He looked so relaxed.

Salvia found herself caressing his soft, golden tresses as she leaned back to get some rest herself.

She planted a soft kiss on his cheek before she gave in to the tolls of the day.

"Yes I am...for as long as you wish, my Lord."

Previous prompt inspired by a conversation with @menink0pe. Thank you for the idea ^_^!

FYI: This next drabble is NOT going to make sense. Not with the timeline, not with the canon. Not with anything. Lore be damned and all. Consider it an AU. I just happen to have a silly idea and ran away with it. 

"You are my new pillow."

The Primarch laid his head on said abdomen.

It felt like laying on a stack of solid meat.

It had very little give.

"Isn't this supposed to be comfortable?" Roboute Guilliman observed as he tried to move his head certain ways. He turned left. RIght. Sideways.

"Okay stop." Magnus ordered as he put his massive hand on his brother's forehead. "Your curly mop is beginning to tickle. It's like being rubbed with a loofah."

"What in throne's name is a loofah?"

"I'm not entirely sure, it may have been a living animal at some point, but its now dead, dehydrated and used to exfoliate." The red Primarch explained as he pushed his brother's head aside.

Magnus had been laying on the grass, viewing the night sky when the other Primarch showed up.

"Exfoliate....did Fulgrim show you this with a floofen?" Roboute lifted his head slightly as he tried to find a softer spot to lay on his brother's belly. There seemed to be none as all parts of his torso felt like solid muscle.

"Loofah. Not floofen. Floofen is a term used for cat paws." Magnus corrected as he raised himself on his elbows, the other primarch still on his stomach.

"What on Terra are you trying to do, Roboute?"

"Trying to find a softer spot to put my head on. Did you not hear me call you my new pillow?"

"I did....but I have no soft spots. I am a mass of pure red, sinewy fibers." he explained to which the other Primarch chuckled lightly. "Do you want to test me or what?"

"What I'm trying to test is Karimah's comment." he explained. "She said you were her favorite thing to lay on because you're comfortable....so far I haven't found that to be true." he sat up and turned to his brother. "You're about as comfortable as a stack of bricks."

But that wasn't what turned Magnus' red ears even redder. "Why are you talking to my Habibti about laying on me???"

"Oh she didn't tell that to me." Roboute shrugged. "She told Salvia....who mentioned it to me. I guess women talk about that stuff."

Magnus palm found his face as he shook his head. "I don't think I want to hear the rest of the conversation."

"But I'm curious now, who scrubbed you with a loofah?" asked the Ultramarines Primarch.

"That is none of your business!" Magnus barked as he covered his face.

"Probably Fulgrim. Only he thinks of that grooming regimen. I'm surprised Ferrus never picked up on it. He could use a trim here and there." he said thoughtfully.

"Here. You can be my pillow." Magnus said as he mentally pushed the other primarch down not so gracefully and rested his head on his brother's abdomen.

"You're heavy." Roboute complained. "And your damn hair tickles." he said as he tried to brush the long, red, mane away from his face where it spread like a blanket. "Do you do this to Karimah? Because I swear you would either suffocate her with your weight or your hair. Probably both."

"She knows how to handle me." Magnus said as he pressed the back of his head onto the other Primarch. "You provide no comfort either. It's about as pleasant as laying on a bag of cement."

"Salvia would beg to differ."

"She's too kind, that young woman. You better treat her right."

"Why would I not?"

"Because Karimah will kick you if you don't." Magnus sighed. "Trust me she has the spikiest heels in all of the Imperium."

Roboute pushed Magnus off his lap as the two brothers lay side by side, gazing at the night sky.

"I suppose we can conclude neither of us is going to make a very good pillow." Roboute thought out loud.

"Nope. How they could put up with us amazes me." Magnus chuckled.

"It must've been something in our geneseed that makes us tolerable."

"It didn't work on everybody."

"If I were a Psyker right now I would completely read your mind on who you are referring to....and find out who scrubbed you with that Loofah."

"Remind me to send you a box of it on your birthday....so you can see how its texture rivals that mop on your head."

From the campsite below Salvia was waving her hand at the two Primarchs signalling that dinner was ready.

"Good, I'm hungry." Magnus stood up first and assisted his brother up. "Is she a good cook?"

"The best. You should try the fish. Its almost as good as my Mother makes it."

"Almost?"

"Don't tell her I said that."

"Karimah would tell her probably, she can read your mind."

"Next time we go camping I'm bringing the sisters of Silence." the Ultramarines Primarch snorted.

"As opposed to the small army of bodyguards you already have?"

"Can't help it, they're very protective."

"Let's just enjoy the rest of this trip." Magnus shook his head laughing as the two brothers descended down the hill for the small feast that awaits them.

Also, there is a Magnus x Karimah prompt. The reason I don’t have it posted here is because I am waiting for something special to come with it. It will be posted sometime next week. Indulge with this for now. ^_^

More prompts coming soon whether anyone likes it or not

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