#My Drabble

[sinsdaycorp]

“So,” Gomez started, a grin on his face as he stared at Enid and Wednesday expectantly.

“What, father?” Wednesday frowned.

“How did you ask her out?” He asked, hoping his daughter took after his inclination towards big romantic gestures.

Enid giggled, her cheeks tinting.

“Enid offered to kiss Cheeto dust off of my lips when I said I didn’t like the taste after trying one of the cheese ones, then she kissed me and handed me a hot Cheeto instead.”

Pugsley cackled at his sisters gayness.

Enid smiled nervously as Gomez chuckled deeply and pulled Enid into a tight hug, lifting her off the ground, despite Wednesdays fingers still tightly threaded in her hand.

“Truthfully,” Enid started as she was set back down. “She asked for a tissue and I was too lazy to move and actually go get one, I didn’t expect her to shrug and say sure, but I’m glad she did.” Enid turned her head, pressing a kiss to Wednesdays cheek as the goth silently glared at her brother who was still laughing, although now silently once he caught her gaze.

[livelaughlovetoread]

An Early Christmas Surprise || G || 0.6K

A Jily Micro Fic @jilymicrofics

Sirius, Remus, and Peter were standing outside their dorm room, all scared to enter as the one word made them all freeze. " - Pregnant," said Lily. "What..." said James in a confused tone. "Pregnant!" exclaimed Lily. "But how?" asked James. Sirus gave Remus a look, and they all knew how. Those two go at it like rabbits, it's honestly not surprising this happened. It seemed like Christmas came a little early. "I think you know how, Potter," replied Lily in an exasperated tone. "I... I mean, but when?" "By my estimate, it was around Sirius' birthday." Now that made sense to Sirius, they'd all gone roaring drunk and neither of those two were seen until the early hours of the next morning.

[97keanu]

Please we need more young John wick 😭

Young!John Wick x Ballerina!Reader

Drabble: Jardani shows you the ropes of wrestling secretly while you two are training together with the Ruska Roma. You show him a few things you’ve learned from being brought up as a ballerina, which is that your greatest strength is to look pretty and steal the show. Jardani, however, reminds you that he is a fast learner.

Your breathing comes in harder and harder breathes, and you try to hide it, hide how much this is all taking out of you. You’re not used to this, usually only the boys were taught to fight like this, while you were more used to subtly in frilly white ballet skirts and powdery pink slippers. This was a whole new territory for you, and as your sparing partner lifts you with ease once more, and gently despite his firm grip, pins you to the ground once more.

“You ballerina’s really are soft, huh?” Jardani says with a smirk, his voice quiet and controlled unlike your labored breathing.

His teasing only ignites your will, which, in retrospect, was likely his goal all along.

You say nothing as his face is still so close to yours, in fact, your mind turns to a different approach. If beating him in sheer strength was not your strong point, then you can do what you were taught to do.

You let the breath between the two of you linger, your eyes softening into his. You see Jardani’s dark brown eyes drift, confused as to why you’re so much more relaxed in his arms, why your eyelids are fluttering softly, why your gaze has drifted down to his lips with a look of helplessness and want.

As Jardani begins to lean into you, just as you planned for him to do, you catch him off guard, slipping out of his grasp when he least expects it, and flipping him so you’re straddling his waist now, his hands pinned. He stares up at you with his mouth open to say something, anything that doesn’t incriminate him at the moment.

“Who’s the soft one again?” You say with a grin and watch as he gazes up at you with a mixture of the greatest awe you’ve seen in a man, and an equal amount of annoyance. John says nothing as you stand, holding out a hand for him to bring himself up with.

He has never been the type of man to feel emasculated by such a gesture, so he takes your hand with ease, the rough calluses on his much more apparent than yours. He lets the momentum of being pulled up pull you closer to him, until your skin touches his, forearm against his chest, almost too comfortably fitting there. He looks into your eyes now, as if he has never seen a prettier color in his life, a look you have never really seen from him before. He is usually so tense, so quiet, so stern despite his youth, but now he stands before you as a young man. A young man whose eyes drift to your pretty pink lips, and take you in with a want that was only natural. Without even really thinking, the adrenaline from the sparing clouding your mind, and being so close to Jardani now, where you can see him so closely watching you, you lean into his body.

You watch as a silent grin breaks out from those more than kissable lips of his, and your want of him sours with the taste of your own medicine being thrown back at you.

“You forget that I am a quick learner.” Jardani chirps with that almost punchable grin he gets when he wins.

You give him a light shove, hands firm against his muscular chest, and resisting the urge to think to hard about it, instead trying to give your best angry face at him, but you can’t stay mad. The two of you break out laughing, something only you two can ever share with each other. Something that wasn’t allowed or encouraged by The Director. Something you two can relish in each other just to get through all this.

You continue your sparing lesson with Jardani with a lighter spirit between the two of you.

[whumpsoda]

I bet Adrastus wakes Malak up w soft murmurs in their own native language as they stroke his eyes, hair, and cheek

Darius simply snaps and Nevan is up

WOHEO Masterlist cw: hypnosis, pet whump, servant whump

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“Mmmnn…” Malak hummed lightly, the brush of fingers frolicking through his curls stirring him from heavy, weightful sleep. Curling into the embrace of stuffed toys and blankets that scattered his body, his cheek deepened it’s succumb into his cloud soft bed.

His master, with care and delicacy, crawled beside him, hands trailing over the cusps of his plump skin. “Wakey, wakey, love.” They whispered, lips nearly kissing his ear, spreading over with the warmth of their breath.

“Mmmngh… mmm…” he groaned, shifting further to drowsy comfortability, rather than their call of consciousness.

Adrastus giggled, sweet and soft, a song that swept through his open ears. “So silly, you. Sleepy boy. Sleepy, sleepy… alas, we must awaken for the night. A pity, really.” They circled his cheek, touch following to a path down to his belly. 

“Nngh…” He flopped over and onto his back, allowing them full range to rub the flesh of his plush stomach. They slithered around him, smile kind and entrancing. Drool beads dribbled from the corners of his upturning lips as he snuggled into them.

“You mustn’t truly get up just yet, baby. Just allow your little mind to unfold from sleep.” They murmured, settling their head atop his own, and nuzzling against his cheek, only eliciting more quiet purrs out from his lips.

For what felt like an eternity they whispered supple, magical mumbles through one ear and out the other, honeydew coos that graced his mind with cotton candy clouds. Malak wished he would never have to get up, and his master would just allow him to simmer in bliss for a lifetime. 

Really, they did.

…

Only one single chime of an- his-  insistent, ringing bell was needed to stir Nevan’s mind from drooping unconsciousness in that of an instant, ripping him quick out of slumber. Breath hitching, he lifted from the cushion that was his bed, frame swaying with drowsy dizziness as he neatly clasped his palms together. Master, master, master, his mind shrieked, obeying dutifully to the call of the bell.

“Up.” His master commanded, towering below the doorway, an elegantly green robe tied perfectly around his slender waist.

Nevan blinked slowly, adjusting to the world around him. Admittedly he should’ve been immediately up and ready to go, should have been much used to the repetition of their morning routine. “Sure, um, Mas… ter…” he stumbled, wiping at his eyes and yawning with casualty as he shifted to kneeling.

Frown firming, Darius grimaced with tense disapproval. “Again.”

“Yes, Master.” The words rolled right from the thrall’s swift tongue, no hesitancy blocking the way of his speech. Nevan made a beeline to his feet, resuming his expected position. 

He couldn’t believe he had been so insolent. So unforgivably and disgustingly disrespectful. Toward his master, no less. Yawning? Sure? His master even had to wake him up himself!

For the rest of morning chores, bouncing about his brain Nevan chastised himself for making such an idiotic mistake. He hoped his master could find it in his heart to grant him undeserved forgiveness, but he knew a punishment would be awaiting him.

[xunandran]

Nobody Knows

A Buddie Drabble (100 words)

Prompt: Secretly Married

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“You forgot this.” 

Buck grins, a little embarrassed as Eddie tosses his helmet. It’s okay though. They’re coworkers. Everyone knows they look out for each other. 

“Hold still.”

Buck smiles as Eddie adjusts his clips and knots. They’re partners. Everyone knows a burning building is all in a day’s work. 

“Good Work out there!”

Buck beams as Eddie shoulders him on his way to the showers. They’re friends. Everyone knows Eddie builds him up. 

“I love you.”

Buck blushes as Eddie slips the ring back on his finger. They’re husbands. Everyone’s already gone, but eventually, they’ll know this as well.

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@buddiedrabbles - Thanks for the prompt!

[ladycatofwinterfell]

We get Ned loving Catelyn’s hair a lot (understandably), what about Cat playing with Ned’s hair?

Yes! Them being fluffy in bed together and Cat playing with Ned’s hair, enjoy <3

“Must you always do that?” Catelyn had to ask when Ned pushed himself off the bed.

Once her heart slowed and she stopped sweating it would feel cool enough in there. There was little need to let the cold night into her chambers.

“To keep from dying, aye” Ned simply responded.

With ease he opened the window, something he had done uncountable times before. Something it seemed she couldn’t keep him from no matter how many times she raised complaints.

A cool wind swept through the room and Catelyn immediately shivered. Even in summer it was so cold. Though at least it wasn’t snowing. More than once he had opened the windows only for the wind to bring snow with it inside and then she had been less than glad with him.

“You’re not a very good guest, my lord.”

“A guest in my own wife’s bedchamber? You hurt me, Catelyn.”

Even as he had his back to her she heard the smile in his voice when he spoke. It made her feel just a little warmer even though it was not nearly warm enough.

“Close the window and come back to bed” she told him.

He only did half of what he was told. The window remained open, though he did come back to bed. She didn’t know how much more she could ask for, was happy he at least warmed her when he insisted on keeping the window open.

When joining her in the bed he pulled the furs up halfway over them, leaving their upper bodies bare. And so she pulled him to her so that he could rest against her and further help with fending off the cold. Without resistance he laid his head down on her shoulder.

Her stoic and stern lord husband, hers to take into her arms.

“You’re soft” he murmured as he put an arm over her. “Better than any pillow.”

“That’s due to you, my lord.”

The children had left their weight on her, made her rounder and softer. A change she was not very fond of but that Ned often let her know he liked.

“One of many joys our children have brought me.”

They had not chosen one another. Had she been allowed to truly choose in her youth she would not have chosen him. Though how glad she was for that it was him in the bed with her. His hands moving over her skin, his head resting on her shoulder, his tongue that said he loved her.

Reaching up with one hand she weaved her fingers into his hair, gently running her nails along his scalp.

Catelyn liked that he kept his hair long, liked what it did with his face. She liked the little braids he often had in it, liked it when he tied it back. She also liked it when he kept it loose for bed and she was free to comb through it with her hands.

A satisfied noise came from him, close to a cat purring when pet. He had small noises he made when he was comfortable and at peace, hums and sighs that spoke of those feelings even as he did not voice them. Catelyn had never asked of whether or not he was aware of it out of fear that he would stop. She so liked that he was not always as silent as he could be.

“You are a sweet man, Eddard Stark” she could not help but say.

Ned huffed, though said nothing more. When she turned her head a little to look at him she saw he had closed his eyes as if to sleep.

Though he would not sleep yet, he very rarely fell asleep before her. Catelyn felt weary from the day and still she had no wish to sleep yet. She wanted to lie there and merely enjoy Ned’s warm presence as she ran her fingers through his hair again and again.

Ned must have been spent, too. Soon Catelyn heard how his breathing slowed, how suddenly he was almost melting into her.

In the end it was one of the very rare nights when he would sleep first. Still he had something that needed doing before he could do so.

“Don’t fall asleep, the window is still open.”

For a moment it seemed like he hadn’t heard her, then he groaned. He didn’t open his eyes, only wrapped his arms tighter around her.

“Ned” she said softly. “Close the window. I will not do it myself.”

That time he answered her.

“What does it matter? I will keep you warm.”

“A sweet promise, my love, though soon even you will be freezing.”

His hot northern blood would not keep him safe forever, not even he could defeat the cold nights. It was already much too cold in there, even with him pressed against her.

With a sigh Ned seemed to force his eyes open. After that it was another moment before he pushed away from her. Slowly he moved across the floor and over to the window.

“Now we may sleep” Catelyn said as he closed it and pulled for the tapestries again.

The room was still too cold for her liking, the chill already having made its way inside. Though at least it would not get colder and soon enough the warm water running through the walls would have brought warmth back.

Almost groggily Ned stumbled back into the bed, quickly settling against her just as he had before. Even the arm flung over her ended up in the same place.

She knew he would be too warm soon. Most likely he was already too warm. Still he would sleep entangled with her because he considered it worth it. Perhaps because he knew how much she liked it.

“Are you happy now?” Ned asked, again having closed his eyes.

It would have been impossible not to smile.

“Very much so, my dear. Very much so.”

[englass]

Concept/Title: Touch

Pairing(s): John Seed x Fem!Reader (because I was thinking of him when I started this, but—), Male!Character x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 402

Warning(s): NSFW/Explicit, Filth and Fluff, Implied Yandere? (was aiming for that originally but don’t think it completely carried through�� oops)

A/N(s): I once famously said that Plains and Valleys would (very likely) be my only smut piece… As you can see, that’s now not quite true 🙈😅

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You gasp, twitching in your prone position against the sheets. Held down gently by your lover as you keen high and reedy, his arm pinned across your abdomen as the fingers of his free hand curl inside you. Drawing out your orgasm and threatening to push you into another as he mouths at your cunt, tongue flat and firm against your clit as a satisfied growl rumbles in his chest.

The deep sound makes you clench tighter around his fingers, has you whining prettily for him as he rewards you with a teasing brush of his lips, a brief and gentle scrap of teeth against your sensitive skin.

God, you’re so gorgeous, he utters, voice wrecked between your thighs, so pretty for me like this; could watch you cum on my fingers all day. Fuck, I love you, —

Teeth sink into the meat of your thigh, a passionate bite that has you yelping as he suddenly thrust his fingers as deep as they can go with a growling snarl. Tears beading in the corners of your eyes at the sweet sting of overstimulation. Hand blindly grabbing at his wrist as you bite into the back of your other hand, barely stifling the almost tortured whine of his name.

I need you to cum for me again, he pants, sucking and worrying his tongue in a purposeful drag over the impromptu bite mark, Can you do that for me, sweetheart? You gonna be a good girl and cum for me, hm?

The tears run down the side of your face, writhing amongst the twisted sheets with a shake of your head. Wanting a reprieve from the onslaught of sensation against your sensitive skin.

No? Leaning close, bracketing you in under his sturdy form, his breath a hot caress against your ear and his thumb a soothing sweep across your tacky cheeks, brushing your tears away, Not even on my cock?

The offer makes you tighten around his fingers, whimper as that sting eases into something more, interest piqued as a new hunger curls low within your stomach.

You’ve been such a good girl for me. Doing so well taking my fingers, looking so pretty cumming on my tongue. Don’t you want more?

He moves down then back up. Lips kissing and brushing in a leisurely descent and climb over your stomach, chest, neck, jaw and cheek. Stopping once again to teasingly breath into your sensitive ear, Don’t you want me?

[asmaradianya]

jackets n jealousy.

Sakura x Suo

Canon verse, Jealousy

.˚₊‧˗ˏˋ ─── ★ ─── ��ˊ˗‧₊˚. .˚₊‧˗ˏˋ ─── ★ ─── ˎˊ˗‧₊˚. .˚₊‧˗ˏˋ ─── ★ ─── ˎˊ˗‧₊˚.

"Togame-san, is this really okay?"

Sakura never really gets jealous. He thinks it's stupid.

He doesn't get jealous seeing Suo being all friendly with other guys in their class. He doesn't get jealous when Suo helps out Nirei with training menu, or when Suo does a sparring session with Kaji, or even when Suo helps around in Umemiya's garden and laughs along with Umemiya's jokes. No, Sakura doesn't understand why he should be jealous at all.

At least, until now.

"Togame-san, is it okay if I give this back next week?"

"it's fine. it's just a spare jacket so don't worry about it."

Sakura sulks in the corner.

Well, at least it's just a spare jacket and not actually Togame's jacket that Suo is wearing right now. But still.

On their way to Shishitoren basecamp, a car passed by them and splashed some dirty water from the puddle on the road on Suo's white changsan. Sakura had offered to lend his jacket, but Suo declined it, saying that he didn't want Sakura to catch a cold.

But then Togame took one look at Suo's dirtied changsan and offered him a Shishitoren jacket. Suo easily accepted. it. It somehow pisses Sakura off greatly.

"Are you angry?"

No answer.

"Are you angry at me?"

Again, Sakura refuses to give his boyfriend an answer. He's still majorly pissed off at Suo.

"Is it because I'm wearing Shishitoren's jacket?"

A pause.

Then, Sakura glances at the bright orange jacket that Suo is wearing. It doesn't suit Suo, he thinks.

"Take it off. Switch it with mine."

"Um, what?"

"Take that jacket off! Swap it with my Furin jacket. That way we both won't catch a cold. It's fair, right?" Sakura tries to explain even though he does it grumpily.

It takes him aback when Suo chuckles.

"Ah, I get it. So, you're jealous, huh?"

"I-I am not—"

"You don't usually act possessive like this. But I can't say that I hate it. No, actually, it's cute. Haha. Please get jealous more often."

Sakura is pretty flustered. But at least now Suo is no longer wearing that ugly orange jacket. Suo is wearing his jacket. His. Jacket.

...Alright, maybe he's a bit more possessive than he'd thought.

[sinsdaycorp]

“you do see all her red flags, right?” Yoko asked as she saw what enid was doing.

Enid grinned. “are you kidding? They’re not warning flags… it’s more like a carnival!”

Yoko, sighed. “whatever you say, pup. Just be careful.”

Enid, beaming a smile as she folds up a piece of paper and taps Bianca’s shoulder. The siren turns to look at her curiously.

Enid hands her the paper and points to Wednesday as she whispered “pass this to Addams.”

Bianca grabbed the paper and leaned across her desk, poking Wednesday in the shoulder with her pen.

Wednesday glares but her look changes to confusion as Bianca hands her the folded note. She hesitantly takes it and bianca gestured to Enid who was watching with anticipation.

Wednesday turns to her desk properly and unfolds the note, Enid’s hastily written words stare back at her.

Would you like to be my date to the Rave’n?

🔳 🔳

Yes/No

(Tick a box!)

Wednesday glanced back towards the wolf, she appeared to be almost deflating with worry as Wednesday turned back to the page and picked up her pen.

The bell chimed as Wednesday finished on the paper, she folded it up and packed her items up. She had the next class with a seat right beside Enid, so the blonde could surely wait the extra few minutes.

-

Wednesday settled her pen, notebook, and the note neatly on her desk as she sat down. She glanced at the note before sucking in a breath and slid it towards Enid as the blonde took her seat.

Enid smiled tightly when their eyes met and took the note.

“Sinclair, Addams- no note passing. Separate!”

The teacher said.

“We weren’t, she was just letting me have a headache tablet,” Enid said, holding up her water bottle and a a strip of painkillers that she kept in her pencil case where she’d stuffed the note quickly.

The teacher nodded and Enid sighed in relief before taking a sip of her water.

She slid her bottle to the side and flicked her eyes to the note poking out, her gaze lifted to see the teacher watching her as he spoke and she shrunk in her seat slightly, her whole body burning with a need to read what Wednesday had spent the last minutes of the last class writing.

The teacher turned to the board, pointing as he spoke and she took her opportunity to pull the paper from her case, quietly unfolding it before she looked down at it, her head tilting before she coughed to cover a soft laugh.

Instead of ticking a box, Wednesday had quickly drawn an uno reverse card and written beneath it. “I was going to ask you tonight. Meet on the balcony at 7?”

Enid saw Wednesday looking at her out of her peripheral so she nodded quickly and tucked the note into her pencil case for safe keeping.

[avida-heidia-5]

Trick or treat!

Hi Cove! Here’s a (roughly) 200 word Nigelio drabble I’ve written, just for you!:

“Hold me close, don’t let me go.” Nigel murmured into Elio’s shoulder as they huddled in each other’s arms under a large blanket.

And Elio did so, wrapping his arm around the Brit’s back and pushing him lightly and gently into his chest, closer to his rapidly beating heart.

“Oh no.���

Elio suddenly pulls away, perhaps a little too hastily, to shoot a worried look at him. “What’s the matter? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” replied Nigel, who sounded way too casual to be in any sort of pain. “Is something wrong?”

This reaction confused the little Italian for a bit. “Are you sure you’re okay? You just said ‘Oh no’, as if you… I don’t know… hurt yourself or something! Do you need help?”

Realisation strikes Nigel and he lets out a cheerful chuckle. “Oh, Elio! It’s from a song! David Essex. It’s one of my favourites. Don’t tell me you haven’t heard of it.”

Elio paused, and gave it some thought. “I… don’t know, actually. I might have come across it at some point in my life, but I cannot tell you what it is or how it goes or who sang it.”

“Well,” purred Nigel. “You have a lot to learn, my friend. Tell you what, once this chilly weather passes over us, I’ll take my car for a little spin and you can have a listen to it then. My treat.” He added with a wink. A wink that made the Italian’s eyes sparkle with joy.

[hoffstrap-yuri]

Okay okay uhh writing prompts!! as a 3dshipping fan (but u know no pressure)

Holding hands - 42

Hugs - 16

Kisses - 56

Holding hands 42- dragging the other with them, holding their hand

Hugs 16- 'not wanting to let go' hugs

Kisses 56- angry kisses Of course, hope you enjoy!!

--- Hoffman hissed as the puke green light filled the space of the bathroom. He knew who would be perched in the doorway, waiting for his repentance. He didn’t say anything as the silhouette moved to turn the painful fluorescent lights on, his eyes had barely adjusted to the hall light. He snapped his eyelids shut before opening them again, watching as the other man paced across the room.

“My, you look famished.”

“Fuck you.” The man chained to the wall said. Or at least tried to say. It was supposed to come off confident but with the limited amount of water the doctor was giving him, Mark’s voice was hoarse. Just enough to keep him alive if he didn’t drink it all at once. Not enough to comfortably satisfy his thirst. Most of the time, Lawrence was careful enough to make sure not to get to close to Hoffman. He had learned the hard way that the man was still bitter, even though this was just a natural consequence of disobeying their master’s command. Mark lashed out like a wounded dog, and Lawrence had reigned him back in like the good disciple that he was.

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The first time he had walked in after chaining Hoffman up the man feigned pity. Not that Lawrence bought it, but he got close enough to Hoffman that the former detective snatched the cane bitterly and sent the other apprentice down to the floor. His hand clasped onto Lawrence’s and dragged the man away from his mobility aid.

“This how that pathetic little guy felt as you held him in his arms?” Hoffman���s eyes were filled with anger, but Lawrence’s filled with rage. How dare Mark speak about Adam like he knew him. Without thinking, Lawrence’s hand jerked and connected with Hoffman’s head, shoving it into the white tiles stained by a decade’s worth of blood. The fresh blood from Mark’s head spilled beautifully into the grout as Lawrence used his disoriented state to his advantage, turning around and grabbing his cane from across the room. That was the end of that visit and Lawrence was much more careful now around the last one of John’s chosen.

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“Fuck you.” Mark repeated. His voice shook as he said it. Lawrence seemed satisfied with himself, the giant wall of meat looked as though he might cry. What could be the reason this time, Lawrence wondered to himself. He put the water bowl in front of Mark, sliding it across the floor towards him. The water splashed onto the floor and Mark got onto his knees to lap up what he could from the bowl before more water could displace itself. It wasn’t enough. It would never be enough, but until Lawrence grew a conscious or stopped playing Jigsaw pretend, Mark had to drink what was given and accept it. Lawrence turned away after Hoffman was finished, picking the bowl up after scooting it closer to himself. “Wait.”

“What?”

“Don’t go.” Mark pleaded. His ego had been chipped down to next to nothing so he couldn’t say he really felt shame in asking his captor to indulge in his request for company.

“Why not?”

“I…” His voice broke as he thought of a reason that would satisfy Lawrence. He came up with nothing and resentful tears started streaming down his face. “I need to feel someone.” Lawrence’s head titled to the side as he considered the words Mark laid before him. He had to laugh. He ran a careful fingertip over the parched lips of Hoffman before sliding his thumb over the center of Mark’s cupid’s bow.

“Like that?”

“More…”

“Like… this?” Lawrence paused for a second as his lips hovered over the other’s mouth. He applied on the slightest of pressure at first, but Hoffman seemingly melted at the contact. Hoffman poured what little strength he still had into turning the kisses from something soft and chaste to something more bitter, angry even. He would bit down on the inside of Lawrence’s lip if he didn’t know the other man would mistake it for a sign of aggression but he knew the other apprentice well. Hell he could know it was a sign of aggression and still punish Hoffman for slipping up. Sometimes it felt like he was trapped on his own ice cube trap dealing with Lawrence’s whims. “Who knew you would be such an emotional whore? That all it would take was a kiss from me to keep you under control?”

“Shut up.” Hoffman’s eyes started down at his feet. He knew he shouldn’t have kissed Lawrence and yet there they were. Hoffman’s arms weakly reached out for the soft love handles of Lawrence’s side before resting his hands there.

“I do not have a key, if that is what you are looking for.” Lawrence said completely deadpan. When Mark didn’t start feeling him up he actually wrapped an arm around the former prodigy’s back and held him against his chest. Mark’s face buried into the rather ugly dad cardigan that the doctor was wearing and took in his scent. So sterile. Clean. Like he keep himself separate from his identity as the Jigsaw killer. Something Mark never got. His lips came crash back onto Lawrence’s as he tried to swallow down the rage at John’s injustices. Lawrence returned the contact with not so much as a muscle out of place. Perfection. That’s the doctor’s aim. Lawrence pulled away from the kiss and looked down at his watch.

“I have a patient I need to meet with in thirty minutes.” He remarked callously, “I’ve had more than enough play time.” Mark’s grip on the fabric of Lawrence’s top got tighter. To feel his bulk after months of the cold in the bathroom felt like heaven.

“Don’t leave me…”

Lawrence pried his hands off of Hoffman and turned away. “Maybe if you’re this well behaved next time… well that’s if you can behave.” Lawrence walked away from Hoffman, leaving him in the dark alone once more.

[mushroomskykid]

"I'm scared."

"It's okay." Mushroom squeezed Beans's hand with a small smile. "I'm scared too, but i'm here with you."

She seems to ignore the last sentence as she sniffled.

"....why are we doing it?" Beans whined, tears appearing in the corners of her eyes. The loud sounds of rocks and crystals falling and shattering around them were overwhelming her. "We'll never reach it. What's the point?"

Mushroom didn't reply, tightly holding Beans's hand in their own hand. They wished to have a proper answer for the last question....or?

"To save others." Mushroom managed to reply with a slight hesitation. That was the answer, right?

Beans looked around, the view was blurred from tears, but she could see the silhouette of statues near them both. "...after that, we are going to play with shrimps, right?"

"...yeah, sure." Mushroom shook their head with a smile. "Let's go."

Beans nodded.

...and so both of them started to move forward.

[starburr]

Regardless of your opinions on Luca and Alberto, choosing Cittá Vuota by Mina as the end credits song, dude... There's no way that doesn't mean anything no fucking way especially with how the two part ways at the end

[whumpsoda]

as someone who has exp w bad anxiety around sleep time, I have the vivid idea of sired nevan finding malak pacing or something and leading him back to bed via entrancement

cw: hypnosis, fluff, vampire carewhumper

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“H- hey, uh, hun? You okay?” Nevan hung to the doorway, studying the human as he nervously bit at his nails.

Malak shook his head, clenching and unclenching his fists repeatedly. “No, um, I- I don’t… don’t feel… good.” 

“‘R you feeling extra anxious again? You’re pacing.”

“Y- yeah. Yeah. Maybe.”

“Hey, c’mere.” Stepping toward his friend with open arms, gently he took Malak’s fingers in his. “It’s okay, you’re okay. Just look at, at me, alright?”

“Um, mhm.” The sensation of blossoming warmth from the contact of Nevan’s fingers rubbing over his mixed with the mere sight of his glittering gaze already began a fuzzy feeling in his mind, distancing his thoughts and popping them like bubbles.

Nevan flashed him a tender grin, one that pulsed honeydew pleasure through his heart. “I’m going to talk to you, okay? I just want you to listen to my words, focus very carefully, because I know you’re so, so good at that.” His voice was low and hushed, the only sound to fill up Malak’s susceptible ears.

“Good…” he mumbled, already starting to lose himself in the blissful spell of praise.

“That’s right, hun, you’re so good. You’re so good, relaxed, and calm, letting a wave of, of serenity wash right over you as I speak. That wave takes out all your worrier with it as it leaves, leaving you perfectly nice and calm.” 

“C- calm�� relax…” Malak nodded along as he felt the wave spread right from the vampire’s touch, sending his mind reeling into the blank space of his mind.

“Good, good. Let’s start moving to the bedroom, okay? But I have to help you along because you’re so very, very drowsy and relaxed, so very ready for bed. Prepared to snuggle in under all the blankets right next to me, and allow sleep to take it’s easy hold on you, just like my trance.”

He smiled a sleepy grin as Nevan helped him to their bed, words circling through his brain over cotton clouds. “Drowsy… ummm… sleeeeep…”

Nevan huffed a chuckle. “Alright, sugar pie, climb in, okay? I’ll be right beside you and we’ll be all sleepy and relaxed together. That sounds very nice, doesn’t it?”

“Very nice…” Nevan handed him his stuffed plush of which he hugged tight to his chest, and tucked him right in with a pile of the fuzziest blankets.

“That’s right.” He pressed a soft and sweet peck to his human’s forehead, just before he could completely drift off. “I love you, sugar pie. You’re the best, most drowsy and relaxed boy of them all.”

“Love, um… you too…” Malak replied, just before he lost himself to unconscious, and dreams of his best friend.

[xunandran]

Wish

A Buddie Drabble (100 words)

Prompt: "I wanna be loved like that"

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With a resistant screech, scorched metal wrenches free. 

Buck offers her a blanket, but she shrugs it off, favoring the arms of her husband instead. Tears mix with oil, clinging limbs and earnest kisses sealing and resealing their connection. 

“Thank you,” the husband breathes to the pair as he guides her away, tending to her every need.

Buck watches the pair, wide eyed, tear-stricken. “I wanna be loved like that,” he whispers, a prayer to the aether. 

From behind, Eddie hears. He watches Buck, wishing only for the courage to speak what roils in his heart. 

You already are.

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@buddiedrabbles - thanks for the prompt!

[ladycatofwinterfell]

Sick Ned high on milk of the poppy. He has no filter and can’t stop flirting with Cat even in front of poor maester luwin.

Maester Luwin has once again been exposed to things he would rather not be exposed to, Ned has an unknown sickness/injury and Cat is tired. I cannot emphasise this enough; enjoy!

Maester Luwin had decided he would not die very quickly. There would be pain, or would take time to make a recovery, though in the end he would have his health and there was no danger to his life.

Therefore Catelyn did not worry for him particularly much. Of course she was unhappy with the state of her husband and felt his pain deeply, she wanted nothing but for him to be well again. Though she did not have the time to think of him. With Ned indisposed many of his duties passed to her, so there was much to occupy her thoughts with.

Though she took the time to visit him whenever she could. Most of the time he was asleep, then she merely sat at his bedside. Embroidered, mended clothing, read a book. That day was different, she had been told he was awake and had asked for her.

Her lord had asked for her and so she had put aside what she was doing and gone to him. It would be good to see those eyes of his for once, and hear his voice.

“Cat!” Ned said when she came into his chamber.

His gaze was somewhat foggy, he seemed to have trouble focusing on her. Still she had to smile when she saw him. He was right there all the time, though she missed him all the same. Missed having him with her more often.

Maester Luwin stood by Ned’s bedside. He said nothing, though nodded towards her.

“Good day, my love” she said to Ned.

He smiled back at her, looking surprisingly joyful for a man that should have been in terrible pain.

When she came to sit on the edge of the bed his smile grew even wider.

“How are you feeling?”

She reached towards him to touch his cheek. His beard had grown rather unruly, she would have to see to that.

“Better now when you’re here.”

He made himself more comfortable against the pillows, then took her hand and brought it from his cheek to his lips to kiss her knuckles.

“Are you not in pain?”

Officially the question was directed towards Ned, though she looked at Maester Luwin. Ned, of course not understanding that, began mumbling something incoherently.

“I give him as much of the milk of the poppy as I dare, my lady” Maester Luwin told her. “He should not be–“

Suddenly Ned’s words became more coherent, leading the poor maester to trail off into silence.

“I need no milk of the poppy when I have you.”

Catelyn squeezed his hand, letting her thumb run over the back.

“That is sweet, my dearest, though it would be good if you did not interrupt Maester Luwin.”

“I take no offence, my lady” Luwin assured her with a nod.

Both of them were well aware it was the milk of the poppy that was speaking, not Ned. He was not acting like himself.

Catelyn turned back to Ned.

“I was told you asked for me. Do you have something you wish to say?”

He blinked slowly, as if trying to remember what it was he wanted. She expected he would ask of the children or the grain stores or something else that had appeared in his mind. It was probably not doing him well to be indisposed and of no use.

“You’re beautiful” was what he actually said.

“Thank you, though what was it you wanted to tell me?”

Perhaps trying to get it out of him was an impossible task, though she could try. If he had wanted her to come there had to be something.

“I miss you” he continued.

She was with him more often than he was aware of.

“You should be better soon, then you will see me all the time.”

Then he would never be rid of her.

“I dream of you. What the maester gives me makes me dream.”

Maester Luwin cleared his throat.

“It’s very common with this–“

Once again Ned began talking over him and Catelyn could not help but sigh.

“It makes me ache for you.”

“Ned” Catelyn said firmly.

She did her very best to give him a stern look, though she believed it was ruined by that she was also a little amused by it.

When she glanced at Maester Luwin she saw that he had found a very interesting spot in the ceiling that he was studying.

“I want your skin–“

It was her turn to interrupt him, though she did so by placing her free hand over his mouth as she suspected he would not have listened to her otherwise.

“Oh hush with you, that is most improper.”

Ned raised his eyebrows at her, then she felt a sharp pain in the palm of her hand, making her immediately pull it back again.

“Did you bite me?” she exclaimed.

It had happened before, of course, though never in the palm of her hand. And never when they were not alone.

“Just a nip” Ned solemnly informed her. “You have never complained before.”

“Do forgive him, Maester Luwin, he is not acting like himself” she sighed.

Maester Luwin was not yet finished studying his finding in the ceiling, and he did not look at her as her answered.

“Lord Stark is affected by the poppy milk.”

The ridiculousness of it all struck her as she once again looked at her bedridden husband. It would be good to have him back on his feet again, she hoped it would be soon. And she prayed he would then continue to be in good health.

“I will leave you now as you so clearly cannot handle my presence” she chuckled.

Never before had she seen her lord husband pout, and she believed she would never see it again.

She leaned down and kissed his forehead, felt his fingers ghost over her cheek as she did so.

“Come back soon” he whispered.

“I will be back when I have time.”

When he was once again asleep and unaware of that she was there.

Maester Luwin did have a look of relief on his face as she nodded towards him and left the room. Perhaps he had tried to hide it, but she saw. And she understood it.

Catelyn met Robb not far away from there.

“How is Father? Can I visit him?”

“Perhaps you should wait” she told him. “He’s rather up on the clouds, the milk of the poppy makes his head very foggy.”

And his tongue very loose.