#au drabbles are an assortment of au requests

[pharaohbean]

ive got too many wips to work on this is a cry for help

[aisiedaisie]

hiiii ʚ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ɞ i just found your page this morning and read through your entire masterlist and i loveeee your writing! is it possible to get royal poly!marauders at a ball or something and they catch sight of the reader (can be whatever role you wanna give them) and they are like 'damn'

Hello hello~!!!

First of all, thank you so much for patiently waiting for me to get to your request. Life has been pretty hectic on my end, so writing had to take a back seat for a little while. But today, I finally had some time to sit down and write!

Now, let me just say— this idea is absolutely amazing! I’m completely in love with royal and historical AUs, so there’s a good chance I’ll revisit this concept and or turn it into a series of drabbles. (Not that I’m particularly skilled at keeping things short!!!)

I really hope you enjoy my take on your idea 💖

edit: I got a bit carried away-

Royal Flush

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

Pairing: Poly!Marauders x Fem!Reader WC: 3.7k

The night after the neighboring kingdom’s delegation arrives, the Griffyn Kingdom buzzes with anticipation. To honor their esteemed guests— especially the visiting princess —the King and Queen have announced a grand ball. This celebration is more than an act of hospitality; it is a shining declaration of unity, a glittering prelude to alliances and promises that will shape their shared future.

You find yourself standing in Princess Lily’s chambers, the soft glow of candlelight casting flickering shadows against the ornate walls.

 Before you, Lily examines herself in a floor-length mirror, her emerald-green gown a masterpiece of silk and embroidery. You and Mary fuss over the gathered fabric at her hips, smoothing it into place with careful precision.

“I can manage the rest,” Lily murmurs, her voice gentle but decisive. She steps away, gliding toward the gilded jewelry box on her dressing table. Its lid is open, revealing an array of jewels she brought for the journey— diamonds, emeralds, and sapphires glittering alongside an assortment of tiaras.

“You two should get ready as well,” she adds, her tone as light as the shimmering necklace she picks up, its facets catching the firelight.

You pause, caught off guard. “What?” The word escapes before you can stop yourself.

Normally, Marlene would stand guard in her knightly uniform, Mary would accompany Lily throughout the event, and you would remain behind— content to watch the festivities from a quiet corner of the castle, keeping a vigilant eye on the princess’s chambers.

“There’s no need for that tonight,” Mary says, her voice warm with reassurance. She steps forward, deftly fastening the diamond necklace around Lily’s neck. The glittering stones resting perfectly against the princess’s pale freckled skin. “We’re on excellent terms with the Potters. No one here will mean us harm.”

The words hang in the air, both an assurance and an invitation. Tonight is different, you realize. 

A diamond tiara rests atop Lily’s head, its intricate design sparkling like a constellation of stars nestled in her fiery red locks. She adjusts it briefly, her reflection regal and resplendent. “You rarely get a chance to enjoy yourself during visits like this,” she says softly, her tone kind but firm. “Go on, get ready.”

You nod, a small smile playing on your lips, touched by Lily’s thoughtfulness. Her generosity warms you in a way words could never fully express.

With her gentle urging, you retreat to your own room to prepare. A quick bath washes away the lingering weariness of the day, and you do your best to ready yourself for the night ahead.

Despite your efforts, a sense of inadequacy lingers. 

For such grand occasions, it’s expected that the lady's maids and companions are impeccably dressed, each carrying at least one formal gown for travels like these. 

You do have such a dress— a blush colored piece gifted to you by your mother when you first joined the palace as Lily’s lady’s maid.

The fabric clings just a little too tightly at the waist, its once flawless seams now strained from years of careful reuse. The soft blush color, though elegant, has faded slightly with time, its original vibrancy dulled by repeated wear. The bodice is adorned with modest embroidery— delicate vines and blossoms stitched in pale gold thread that catches the light just enough to hint at refinement. The skirt, while gracefully cut, feels heavier than you remember, its weight pulling at your movements as if to remind you of the weight of high society.

It was the best your family could afford when you first came to the palace— a gift from your mother, its fabric chosen to honor both simplicity and a touch of nobility. Back then, it had been a symbol of hope, a token of pride for a baroness’s daughter stepping into the royal household. 

Now, however, standing before the mirror, you can’t help but feel its inadequacy in the face of tonight’s grandeur.

Even so, you smooth the skirt with steady hands, letting your fingers trace the faint ridges of the embroidery. This night, you remind yourself, is not about the richness of your gown, but the confidence you bring and the memories you make. 

Perfection may elude you, but presence—your presence—is more than enough.

When you step back into Lily’s chambers, it’s clear everyone is ready to go. Lily, as expected, looks effortlessly regal in her emerald green dress, the rich color complementing her fiery red hair that cascades down her back in elegant waves. Mary, ever composed, is radiant in a soft yellow gown that perfectly flatters her figure, her dark hair neatly arranged in a low bun at the nape of her neck.

“You look darling,” Lily murmurs, stepping forward to gently brush a stray lock of hair from your forehead. Her touch is as light as her tone, her emerald eyes warm with affection.

You roll your eyes playfully, unable to suppress a grin. “Says the actual goddess standing before me.”

“Truly,” Mary chimes in, her voice sweet as she adjusts the clasp of your necklace, ensuring it sits perfectly centered. “You’ll be the belle of the ball.”

Before you can protest their kind words, a knock at the door interrupts the moment. Marlene peeks her head in, her light blonde hair swept back into a tidy low ponytail. “Ladies,” she announces with a bright grin, “it’s time to head down.”

Excitement ripples through the room as the evening’s promise beckons.

_____

You weren’t quite sure what to do once you stepped onto the crowded ballroom floor. Back home, state balls were familiar territory, their routines and customs etched into your memory. But here, in a foreign kingdom, uncertainty clouded your thoughts. 

Was the etiquette the same? 

Would it be seen as rude to linger by the walls, content to watch the swirl of color and movement before you?

Must you be drawn into the heart of the celebration?

Apparently so.

You stand near one of the grand marble pillars circling the ballroom, the cool stone a comforting anchor amidst the overwhelming splendor. A glass of white wine rests in your hand, a half-hearted shield against your unease. From the corner of your eye, you notice movement—a man approaching with easy confidence. His dark hair is tied into a loose, messy bun, strands slipping free to frame his sharp features. His attire marks him as a knight of the Griffyn Kingdom, though the smirk curling at his lips carries a roguish charm and confidence uncommon in most knights you’ve met.

“You must be part of the delegation,” he says, his voice smooth, his smirk deepening as his gray eyes fix on yours.

You hesitate, biting back the urge to fidget. He’s handsome, undeniably so, but you can’t quite place why he’s chosen to speak to you. With a soft sigh, you nod. “I am.”

“I thought so,” he replies, a playful lilt to his tone. “I remember seeing you earlier, standing just behind the little princess. So, why aren’t you out there, dancing?” He gestures toward the center of the room, where couples spin and sway beneath glittering chandeliers.

“I’m not particularly fond of dancing,” you say, your voice quieter than intended. It’s not entirely true, but you hope the excuse is convincing enough to deter him.

“Nonsense,” he says with a laugh, his hand extending toward you. “Anyone can see you want to. Prove me wrong, if you’d like.”

The invitation lingers between you, daring yet strangely kind.

You hesitate for just a moment, glancing at the glass in your hand before setting it down on the corner of the nearest table. Then, with a small breath of resolve, you place your hand in his. “Don’t get mad if my heels end up on your toes,” you quip, a touch of nervousness slipping into your tone.

“Trust me, I’m quite nimble. Dodging danger is part of the job,” he replies with an easy smirk, already guiding you toward the dance floor with a confidence that leaves little room for argument.

Normally, you might have countered with a quick remark of your own, but your mind is too distracted. The pounding of your heart fills your ears, drowning out coherent thought.

The lull in the music amplifies every other sound—the clack of your heels against the polished marble, the low hum of whispered voices as heads turn to watch you pass. The weight of their gazes burns into your skin, and your hands tremble slightly as the knight clears a path through the crowd, his presence commanding in a way that both unsettles and reassures you.

Other couples filter onto the dance floor as the musicians shuffle their sheet music, preparing for the next song. The murmurs of the room settle, anticipation hanging in the air.

“Well,” you manage, your voice soft as you cling to anything that might distract you from the dozens of eyes still following your every move, “it seems you’re rather popular.”

“What can I say?” he responds, a teasing lilt in his voice. “I am rather handsome.” The smirk that accompanies his words is maddeningly self-assured.

Before you can respond, his hand presses gently against the middle of your back, drawing you closer. His other hand takes yours in a firm yet careful clasp, guiding you into the proper frame with a natural grace that makes it seem effortless. You barely notice the band striking the first notes of the song, your attention fixed on the storm gray eyes studying you with something close to intrigue.

You set your hand clumsily on his shoulder, your fingers brushing the smooth fabric of his maroon jacket. He doesn’t seem to mind your hesitation, his movements assured and steady as he begins to lead you through a simple waltz.

To your relief, the steps come naturally, your body quickly attuning to the rhythm of the music and the gentle guidance of his lead.

“What’s your name?” he asks, his voice soft, nearly lost beneath the rising swell of the orchestra.

You glance up at him, your voice barely above a whisper as you give your name.

“A beautiful name for a beautiful lady,” he replies smoothly, his lips curving into a charming smile paired with a wink that, despite yourself, pulls a smile to your face.

“And you?” you counter, a touch of playfulness creeping into your tone. “Who might this oh-so-charming knight be standing before me?”

His eyes glint with amusement, their gray depths catching the light like polished steel. “Sirius,” he says simply, the name rolling off his tongue with a quiet confidence.

You nod thoughtfully, letting the music and his lead guide you effortlessly across the floor. “An attention grabbing star for an attention grabbing knight,” you muse aloud, a small smirk tugging at your lips. “Seems fitting, I suppose.”

His laugh is low and warm, the sound wrapping around you like the melody. “Well, I do strive to live up to my name.”

“I doubt you have any trouble with that,” you say, a soft smile playing on your lips as you hold his gaze.

The music begins to fade, the elegant notes giving way to the quiet hum of conversations around you. As the dance slows to a stop, you take a small step back, though his presence still lingers like the warmth of the ballroom’s golden glow.

“So much for not being a dancer,” he teases, his smirk as effortless as the steps he led you through.

You turn to him, unable to suppress your grin. “Maybe you were just that good of a lead,” you say sweetly, your voice light with sincerity. But before he can respond, you catch sight of Mary and Lily across the room.

“I ought to check in on my lady,” you add, inclining your head slightly. “Thank you for the dance, Sir Sirius—”

“Sirius,” he interrupts gently, his tone almost playful. “Just Sirius is fine.”

You nod, your smile softening as you take a small step back. “Fine, then. Thank you for the dance, Sirius. It was... unexpected, but I truly enjoyed it.”

With a final glance, you turn and make your way toward Mary and Lily, weaving through the gathered crowd. The warmth of his hand on yours still lingers faintly, and his name echoes in your thoughts like the fading strains of the music— a memory you suspect will stay with you far longer than the evening itself.

_____

James and Remus stepped out of the nearest sitting room, the faint hum of ballroom music echoing down the corridor. Remus, ever meticulous, adjusted James’s slightly askew collar, his fingers deftly hiding the newly formed love bites that marked the prince’s neck—evidence of their brief but heated absence.

“We need to get back before anyone notices,” James murmured, his voice low but tinged with amusement as he fixed his tousled hair.

Remus smirked. “We’re already late. Let’s hope Sirius hasn’t set the place on fire in our absence.”

But as they approached the ballroom’s grand entrance, what they saw made both men falter. There, on the dancefloor, Sirius Black was leading a woman in a waltz.

The sight itself was striking. Her blush colored dress stood out in gentle contrast against the bold, jewel toned gowns of the others swirling around her. The simplicity of her attire only seemed to magnify her elegance, and for once, Sirius appeared utterly focused, his usual roguishness tempered by something softer.

“Sirius never asks a woman to dance,” a sharp voice cut through the hum of the crowd. James and Remus glanced toward a cluster of women, their faces half hidden behind delicate feathered fans. The speaker, a haughty looking noblewoman, tilted her head knowingly, her words drawing murmurs of agreement from those around her.

Remus’s brows knit together. Sirius was notorious for politely but firmly declining the endless stream of invitations to dance he received at events like these. Yet, watching him now, Remus found he could understand why Sirius had sought out this particular partner.

She was... radiant.

“Well, isn’t she a sight to see,” James murmured, his voice just low enough for Remus to hear.

Remus nodded, his hazel eyes tracking the woman’s graceful movements. “If I’m not mistaken, she’s one of Princess Lily’s lady’s maids,” he said, his tone thoughtful.

James’s eyes widened slightly in recognition, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “Is that so?” he drawled, the spark of an idea lighting his gaze.

Remus sighed, already sensing trouble. “What are you thinking, James?”

The prince’s grin only grew. “I think,” he said, “we should pay a visit to the princess. Seems like her lady’s maid could use some... royal introductions.”

_____

After reuniting with a gushing Mary and Lily, a server approaches, bowing their head politely before handing you a fresh glass of wine. You thank them quietly, though you can’t help but find their deference a little peculiar. Still, you accept the drink, shifting your attention back to the princess as she launches into a spirited account of your performance on the dance floor.

“You looked absolutely stunning out there,” Lily exclaims, her cheeks slightly flushed from the excitement of the evening—or perhaps the wine.

“She’s right,” Mary agrees with a hum, a bright smile lighting her face. “Everyone was watching. You two were the talk of the room.”

Both women had taken their turns dancing with high-ranking gentlemen throughout the night. Suitors vying for the honor of even a single waltz. Yet, they seemed convinced that your dance was the highlight.

“He’s quite a talented dancer for a knight,” Mary observes, taking a sip from her own glass.

You nod, a small smile tugging at your lips. “I figured he’d be good, considering how confident he seemed. But he led me effortlessly. I barely had to think about the steps.”

“Well,” Lily interjects with a soft laugh, her hand fluttering to her lips as though trying to stifle her amusement, “that’s hardly surprising. He’s a noble, after all.”

“What?” Both you and Mary turn to her in confusion, the notion catching you both off guard. Nobles rarely became knights, considering the station beneath them. Sirius hardly seemed the exception, yet here you were.

“He’s the son of Duchess Black,” Lily explains with a slight grimace, lowering her voice. “Her sons are far more tolerable than she ever will be.”

“Lily!” Mary scolds, her eyes darting around to ensure no one overheard the princess’s blunt critique. Fortunately, the surrounding hum of conversation seemed to swallow the comment whole.

“But...” you trail off, your brows furrowing as you ask. “Did you not just dance with the heir to the duchy?”

“That would be my younger brother,” a smooth, familiar voice cuts into the conversation, making you turn sharply.

Sirius stands behind you, his easy smirk firmly in place, though there’s a glimmer of amusement in his gray eyes. Heat rushes to your cheeks, and you instinctively dip your head in greeting, murmuring, “Sir Sirius.”

“Sirius,” he corrects lightly, his gaze softening as it lingers on you.

“Sirius,” you murmur, correcting yourself softly.

His smirk softens into something warmer. “You danced with Regulus, Your Highness?”

“Lily,” the princess corrects, her tone mirroring his own.

Sirius chuckles, his attention shifting to her. “Of course, Lily. So, you danced with Reg?”

“As I always do, Sirius,” she replies with a sigh, clearly anticipating where the conversation might lead. Her expression brightens, however, as her gaze lands beyond him. “Oh, James, Remus! A pleasure to see you.”

Both Mary and you instinctively bow your heads, mirroring Lily’s graceful greeting as two men approach.

“Leave the formalities for the elders,” James teases, waving his hand dismissively. “Raise your heads, ladies.”

James Potter is every bit the image of royalty, dressed in a pristine white suit adorned with a red sash. The high collar adds to his regal air, but it’s his confident posture and easy smile —so warm and almost boyish—that truly captivate.

Beside him stands a tall, broad shouldered man with tousled brown hair. The scars that trace his skin catch your eye briefly before you hastily return your attention to the prince, unwilling to appear rude. Yet, the man’s hazel gaze, calm and piercing, seems to notice everything.

“Are you all enjoying the ball?” James asks, his voice warm and smooth as his signature smile graces his lips.

Lily answers first, her response polite and poised as ever. Her agreement prompts Mary and you to nod along.

“Glad to hear it,” James replies, his smile widening. “I know Sirius was enjoying himself not too long ago,” he adds with a teasing lilt, his hand clapping Sirius on the shoulder and lingering there in a way that seems deliberate.

“It was one dance,” Sirius groans, tilting his head toward the prince in exasperation.

“One dance more than usual,” Remus chimes in, his deep, steady voice carrying a hint of humor. His hazel eyes flicker to Sirius, glinting with quiet amusement as he observes his discomfort.

James turns his gaze to you, his teasing grin softening into something gentler. “He didn’t step on your toes, did he, my lady?” he asks, the mock solemnity of his tone bringing a smile to your lips.

You shake your head, your amusement showing clearly. “Of course not.”

James bursts into laughter, the sound rich and full, drawing a few curious glances from those nearby.

“Having women cover for your clumsy footwork now— what a shame,” Remus adds, his tone dripping with mock disappointment as he shakes his head.

Sirius turns to you, lips curling into an exaggerated pout. “Now look what you’ve done. You’ve egged them on.”

You shrug, a playful smile tugging at your lips. “Now, why would I do that, Sirius?”

“You’re killing me, doll,” he groans dramatically, prompting laughter to ripple through the small group.

The conversation shifts back to something closer to polite, though the teasing undercurrent remains. Mary moves subtly closer to you, her hand brushing comfortingly over your back. It’s then you notice the weight of the many gazes lingering on your group, a pressure you hadn’t fully realized until now.

Your eyes lower to the polished marble floor as you focus on listening to James and Lily’s easy banter, their words melding with the hum of the ballroom.

“You alright?” Remus’s voice pulls your attention. He steps closer, his question soft, laced with genuine concern.

You nod lightly. “It seems all of a sudden I’ve run out of energy,” you say, a polite fib. The truth is, this entire night has been draining, though you don’t want him to think he’s dull company. “I’m not used to parties like this,” you add quickly to clarify.

Remus’s lips curve into a smile, his expression warm and understanding. “We have lounges on the top floor for guests who need a break. You’d be welcome to rest there if you’d like.”

You shake your head gently. “I really shouldn’t, but thank you for the suggestion–”

“That’s a great idea,” Lily interjects with an encouraging smile. “Let’s rest our feet for a while.”

“I’ll let Marlene know we’re heading upstairs,” Mary offers before slipping away, likely toward one of the food tables where Marlene is undoubtedly stationed.

“We’ll escort you,” Sirius says smoothly, but Lily raises a hand, declining the offer with a polite smile.

“We’ll be fine on our own, but thank you,” she assures him.

“Of course,” James replies, bowing his head slightly.

Mary returns soon after, accompanied by Marlene, who carries a golden plate piled high with delicate finger foods.

“Enjoy your rest,” James says with a gracious nod, his tone sincere though his smile holds a trace of teasing warmth.

The women dip their heads in thanks before retreating upstairs to find a quiet lounge.

_____

As soon as they’re out of earshot, James turns to Sirius with a mischievous smirk. “Well, wasn’t she a sweetheart?” he asks, his teasing tone unmistakable.

“She’s polite but knows how to hold her own. I’d say you’ve chosen well, Sirius,” Remus adds with an approving nod.

“If you two hadn’t left me—” Sirius starts, a hint of irritation coloring his words.

“We did say you could join us,” James cuts in, raising his hand as if to defend himself.

“And you know damn well if all three of us disappeared, people would notice,” Sirius counters, arching an eyebrow.

James shrugs, entirely unbothered. “Your loss.”

“Not entirely,” Sirius says with a wolfish grin. “It just means we can take our time later.”

“No visible marks,” Remus warns, his voice carrying the weight of experience. “We’ll have guests for a while.”

Sirius rolls his eyes, his grin unwavering. “It’ll be fine—it’s never stopped us before.”

Remus sighs, his lips twitching upward despite himself. “Fair enough.”

[ladyartemesia]

So this is really random but one of my drabble requests was for a Yoongi Soulmate scenario and I started writing it and I’m having so much fun SO I thought I’d give you guys a sneak peak! I’m hoping to have it up soon!

Roommate AU/Soulmate AU Preview • Yoongi

“Whatever you do, don’t mention soulmates.”

Kim Namjoon spent the last twenty minutes of your lunch break talking up his friend and trying to convince you to take him in as a roommate—

Only to make that weird comment and have you reconsidering your tentative acceptance.

“Okay…Is there a story to go with that cryptic declaration?”

Joon shook his head.

“I mean I don’t know if it’s my place—“

“Kim Namjoon, before I let some random man move into my place you’re gonna need to tell me why I can’t talk about soulmates. Everybody talks about soulmates. It’s what we do as a society. It’s like the weather—“

Joon snorted.

“Not Yoongi.”

“And the reason is?”

The two of you had a brief but intense staring contest.

“Alright fine—So… Yoongi was engaged.”

“To his soulmate?”

“No.”

“Oh…….Oh?”

Namjoon held up a finger—indicating that you should wait while he finished chewing his sandwich.

“He loved her—like a lot.”

“But they weren’t soulmates?”

“That didn’t matter to him. He said the whole system was stupid and didn’t mean anything.”

You chuckled.

“Bold words. I assume he had to eat them?”

Namjoon tilted his head in agreement.

“Yeah—he thought she was fine with it—the engagement was moving forward—and Yoongi was really happy….,”—he sighed and you unconsciously leaned in for the big reveal, —“until a soul mark popped up on her arm.”

Your mouth dropped open.

“What—noooo—she—she cheated on him?!”

There was only one way to get a soul mark.

Your soulmate had to see you without…clothes.

Like totally nude.

Fully naked.

Which meant Yoongi’s fiancé had gotten fully naked with somebody else.

No wonder he needed a place to stay.

Joon nodded.

“Seriously, don’t mention soulmates.”

• —— • ——— • —— • ——— • —— •——— •

As it turned out, you didn’t need to worry about mentioning soulmates to Yoongi—because the man barely spoke to you at all for the first three months you lived together.

Instead he communicated through a series of grunts, hums, and other assorted noises that you (surprisingly) became fluent in pretty quickly.

Once you even figured out that the milk carton was empty because Yoongi opened the fridge and sighed a certain way.

However, despite his aloof nature and interesting communicative habits, it was immediately clear why someone might be willing to throw over their hypothetical soulmate for him.

Min Yoongi was bloomin’ gorgeous.

And the few words you did hear him speak sounded like liquid sin on a cookie so—

Yeah.

[lilacevans]

𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐝: 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞'𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞.

✧.*ೃ⁀➷ pete's place | the intro | opening night | the playlist ༊*·˚

✧.* : ̗̀➛ dark!ari levinson x female!reader (non-descriptive)

✧.* : ̗̀➛ word count: 475.

✧.* : ̗̀➛ warnings: verbal humiliation, ball-sucking, references to face slapping, dirty talk, filthy ari.

✧.* : ̗̀➛ requested by: anonymous

✧.* : ̗̀➛ notes: the big one is here!! this one was really fun to write; although i do need to get better at writing dirty talk as idk i just struggle with it but that's the whole point of these little drabbles. if u have any pointers pls don't hesitate to drop them in my ask box, i always welcome help!! anyway! enjoy my ari lovin' besties!! pls lemme know what u think & check out the main masterlist if this is the first your seeing anything of this series!!

*this is an 18+ space. minors are not welcome here.

*this is a dark au. there are no happy endings here.

Ari sat, propped up by an assortment of pillows against the headboard, head tipped back; long sandy strands clung to the sweat on his brow.

Soft amber glows from the setting sun snuck in through the glass panes, covering your naked body with a fading warmth as you laid between his legs. Red lipstick smeared over your lips, cheek and chin; the same red lipstick covered Ari’s thighs in pretty kisses smudging under your fingertips as you kneaded his thighs as you lapped at the skin of his balls, letting out soft, muted moans that made Ari reply with pleased hums and chesty grunts.

Heat burnt across your cheeks and the burning remnants of Ari’s heavy palms on your thighs blended together. The hues of red smeared across your face was complimented by the muted pink of your tongue, skilfully rubbing at the underside of Ari’s balls before your lips parted to suck one slowly into your mouth. 

‘’That’s it, Pup,’’ Ari groaned, slow and deep; hand stroking over your hair, his hand settling lightly on the back of your neck; the sudden softness from the heaviness of his hands earlier caused your head to spin. ‘’Such a good pup.” 

You whined at the sound of his drawled praise, pleasure filled and throbbing core. Your hips humped at the sheets below you, hopelessly trying to find enough pressure to relieve the ache between your legs. Ari’s chuckle soon brought you out of your head as you peered up to find his gaze locked on you, a smirk pulled at his lips. 

‘’Pathetic little Pup, humping the sheets like a bitch in heat. Live  for nothin’ but to be used— nothin’ but hole,’’ Ari taunted, hand now gripping the back of your neck, drawing you closer to his sack.  ‘’And you fuckin’ love it. You know you do. You’d waste days between my thighs, wouldn’t you, Pup?” 

A pitiful whine escaped your throat as you were forced to lower your gaze from his intense stare, trying to sink into the sheets while keeping your mouth and tongue running over his balls. 

‘’Tryna’ hide from me, Pup?’’ Ari teased, fingers finding your face to tilt your eyes back to him. ‘’Don’t go shy on me now,’’ Ari continued, teeth on show as he gleamed down at you. ‘’I know that slutty mouth can fit more than one in there; will stuff your mouth full if I have to.``

Ari’s threat made you push yourself, widening your mouth and using your fingertips to manipulate both of his heavy balls to settle against your tongue. Your eyes fluttered closed, moaning softly around the skin, spit gathering at the sides of your mouth; stuffed to the brim and overflowing with everything Ari. 

‘’That’s it, get ‘em dripping, pet,’’ Ari moaned into the open air. ‘’You fuckin’ love it,’’ Ari repeated breathlessly as a hand disappeared from your hair and moved to fist at his leaking cock. “Gonna keep you there forever.”

[obsessedwhyyes]

After some Astarion fanfiction from a rusty fanfic writer from the old Tumblr days with a penchant for excessively flowery language? I might have something for you!

If you're new here, I recommend starting with The Scientific Method for smut, The Fool for some feels, or A Tale of Fools and Tricksters if you fancy a fully fleshed out story!

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The Scientific Method Series A mini Astarion x Inexperienced Reader series, cataloguing the important moments in their growing relationship. Rating: Explicit Summary: Inexperienced in the ways of love, you often find yourself labelled an overthinker. But then again, you are a scientist. When your incredibly beautiful travelling companion proposes a night you'll never forget, suddenly you're left wondering, are you really ready for this? Ever the scientist, you propose an experiment, and get more than you bargained for. Part 1: A Sound Hypothesis Tumblr / AO3 Part 2: An Empirical Study Tumblr / AO3 Part 3: Unexpected Variables (T rating, non-explicit) In progress! Series Masterlist on the way...

A Tale of Fools and Tricksters Mystic circus AU longfic, featuring Ringmaster Astarion. Some horror elements. Rating: Varies by chapter (we'll say M to be safe) Summary: The Festival of Fools - a carnival of magic and illusions which shall set your heart ablaze and bring your dreams to life. Legends say that the Festival of Fools will grant one wish to those pure of heart and soul - for a price. Seeking a cure for the Curse of Stone which plagues her people, Elysia Thorne seeks the aid of the festival's enigmatic ringmaster, Astarion Ancunin, whose charm is as dangerous as it is irresistible. But as their fates intertwine, it becomes clear that all is not as it seems... Series Masterlist Here!

Darling Drabbles A series of Astarion shorts. Rating: Various Summary: From bite night to cuddles - this is just a random assortment of passages that don't have a real home, so they sit in this little drabble collection instead! Blood-Bound Rapture (What it feels like to be bitten by Astarion) Tumblr / AO3 The Fool (Astarion reflects on his feelings for you, angst) Tumblr / AO3 Touch (Handholding, pure fluff) In progress!

One-Shots

Beneath the Blood and Starlight Pure fluff. Rating: T Summary: Awoken from a nightmare, you seek a moment of reprieve down by the river, only to find your mysterious vampire companion - covered in blood. As you help him with his mess, you realise that perhaps there's more to this rakish, teasing façade: a vulnerability you hadn't expected. Tumblr / AO3

Chasing Lightning Shameless smut. Spanking fic. Not my finest moment. Rating: Explicit Summary: You've spent all day teasing, tempting, taunting - you've really tested Astarion's patience this time. But pushing his boundaries is your favourite past time. Now, here you are, over his knee, about to receive the punishment you longed for, all according to your devious plan. Not that you'd ever admit it, of course. Tumblr / AO3

The Learned Observer A voyeurism fic request. Gale first person POV. Rating: Explicit Summary: On a sleepless night, Gale notices the distinct sound of hushed voices outside his tent. It couldn't be you and Astarion… could it? When he decides to take a peek - to satisfy his scholarly curiosity, of course - he gets more than he bargained for. Tumblr / AO3

Bending Steel My first M/M, featuring a hulking barbarian OC. Rating: Explicit Summary: There is only one strength that Darius has ever known: brute force; unrelenting power. But Astarion - he challenges everything he's ever known. When a sparring match unearths some complicated feelings, Darius discovers that sometimes letting go can be an invigorating experience... and a pleasurable one, too. In progress!

Prompt Lists Fangs, Wit and Charm - An Astarion Quote Prompt List Velvet and Vice - An Astarion Quote Prompt List for Smut Writers

[maehemthemisfit]

❬ ✰❛ MASTERLIST ❀❜ ❱

.° ୭̥ ៳ Based on this post ♡̶ — If anyone have any imagines, brainrots, drabbles, or thoughts about: LYNEY, Tighnari, Cyno, WANDERER / SCARAMOUCHE / KUNI / KABUKIMONO, Heizou, Xiao, KAZUHA, Freminet, or yk any of our lovely genshin men, My inbox is open 🤲 (sfw/suggestive only)

STATUS : OPEN — these are not requests, only asks

🪄 LYNEY :

An assortment of Lyney drabbles/hcs that developed through reblogs -

PDA with Lyney -

Lyney struggling to pick an outfit for a date -

More Lyney HCs and Thoughts -

Lyney using his cape to shield you from the rain -

Some of the best Lyney HCs I've ever heard -

Ramblings : Lyney smells like... -

Ramblings : Lyney with a singer! s/o who sings songs in JP -

Lyney falling for a mysterious street performer -

Lyney coming home tired after a show -

More Lyney Brainrots -

Assassin! Lyney x Assassin! Reader ? -

Lyney with a reader who's allergic to cats -

Cards and kisses -

✨ WANDERER :

Scara with puppet ball joints -

Ramblings : Wanderer drawing official art -

Wanderer's relationship habits -

Mermaid! Scaramouche -

⚖️ CYNO :

Ramblings : Cyno -

Cyno x Reader x Spirit ?? -

Stealing manga! Cyno's cloak and hiding from him -

Manga! Cyno falling for trying to cure dying reader who has an evil god imbued in them -

🔎 HEIZOU :

Random Heizou HCs -

🍂 KAZUHA :

Kazuha loves all body types -

Kazuha brainrot + Scara with a clumsy s/o -

Cafe au! Kazuha -

Figure Skater Kazuha HCs -

🐧 FREMINET :

Freminet hiding his blush with his helmet -

Random Freminet things I think about -

Freminet + a reader who can't swim pt.1 -

Freminet + Sentient! Pers (thread) -

💨 XIAO :

pending...

🌿 TIGHNARI :

pending...

this masterlist is still being edited

[ciaossu-imagines]

NANBAKA MASTERLIST

Elf

Enki Gokuu

Hajime Suguroku

Assorted headcanons

What would he sell his soul for

Celebrating his s/o's birthday

Do he and Hitoshi give out Halloween candy?

Jyugo

Assorted headcanons

Reaction to walking in on reader masturbating

Reaction to being told he's cute by a stranger

Kenshirou Yozakura

Pros and cons to having sex with him

Does he give out Halloween candy?

Kiji Mitsuba

Mitsuru Hitokoe

Pros and cons to having sex with him

Dating headcanons

Celebrating his s/o's birthday

Momoko Hyakushiki

Musashi

Assorted headcanons

NSFW headcanons

Blowjob NSFW drabble

Nico

Favourite holiday dish

Assorted headcanons

Walking in on the reader masturbating

Qi

Pros and cons to having sex with him

Sharing a bed

Rock

Assorted headcanons

Reaction to walking in on the reader masturbating

Yamato Godai

Assorted headcanons

Does he give out Halloween candy?

Youriki Daisen

Do they wake up hungry?

Do the Daisen brothers give out Halloween candy?

Uno

Assorted headcanons

Stupidest thing he's ever done

Reaction to walking in on the reader masturbating

Dealing with the zombie apocalypse

Upa

Seitarou Tanabata

Samon Gokuu

Pros and cons to having sex with him

Soulmate AU! headcanons

Taking care of a sick s/o

Does he pass out candy or go out on Halloween?

Helping his partner through their period

Trois

Tsukumo

[bruisedboys]

𖦹 MAL’S 4K CELEBRATION!

guys 4k finally!!!!! I’ve been waiting for this for so long cos I missed doing cellys and I’m hoping this will get me back into writing properly!! but that’s beside the point, thank you so much for 4k followers, I definitely feel unworthy of it tbh. but thank you for following me and supporting me and keeping this hobby of mine going! cos if I didn’t have you all as my emotional support I’d probably have given up writing on here by now. so thank you!! I love you all so much!!!! kisses for everyone 🤍🤍

p.s. please be patient with me especially with the blurbs!! I haven’t written anything proper in a while but I’ll try my best! xx

rules ─── stick to the character and prompt lists below. no nsfw requests please. send in as many asks as you like, anon or not. please keep it to one request per ask so it’s easier for me to keep track of!

celebration open june 11 to june 21

⟡ characters! james potter, remus lupin, sirius black. eddie munson, steve harrington, jonathan byers. tasm!peter parker, peter quill, miguel o’hara, hobie brown, eddie brock.

⟡ prompts! assorted dialogue, fluff dialogue, question prompts, reassurance prompts

STAR TRIPPING, blurbs ─── send in a character + a prompt from the lists above and I’ll write you a blurb!

SPIDERHEAD, drabbles ─── send in a thought/headcanon you have about a character and I’ll expand on it in a drabble!

HONEYBODY, au���s ─── send in a character + an au + a scenario/prompt for a blurb! i.e, spidey!steve, rockstar!marauders, rugby!james etc.

MONA LISA, character moodboards ─── send in a character + a scenario, trope, or au for a moodboard!

HUMMINGBIRD, ships ─── send in a short description of yourself + a fandom and a gender preference and I’ll ship you with a character!

BABYDOLL, games ─── tumblr games! cast your mutuals, kiss marry kill, top five, would you rather, etc.

tags! 💌

@bcyhoods @cosmal @oncasette @songs4themoon @fxllfaiiry @ghostlyfleur @inkluvs @vampieteeth @solarluvs @taintedcigs @prongsio @masivechaos @zstrn @headkiss @userdjarins @maebellines @thyme-in-a-bubble @sp1rit-realm @wolvisms @ddejavvu @thedaughters @louvrr @iovesia @h4rmfoul @vhagarlovebot @blondedmuse @rafesmuse @amourrs @amoraffairs @heartshapedparker

[johnslittlespoon]

alrighttt, i'm taking brainrot/drabble/whatever asks with these prompts (but unrelated asks are always welcome too ofc)!

askbox will always be open for these unless i add a lil 'closed' thing to the top of this post :-)

feel free to combine multiple, to specify the pairing/roles or leave it open, lmk if you're chill with nsfw or not, etc etc <3 no request limit, i might not get to them all but i'll do my best! and please mention which list it's from so i can link it in the prompt fill x

feeling the writing vibes for buckbucky, curtbucky, curtbuck, curtbuckbucky, maybe an attempt at some margebuckbucky? would love to do others but i'm just still not confident in my characterization yet so i'll stick to my mains :-)

(also, lmk if you want it to be set in a specific au of mine bc that's fun too! you can find the list of aus in my pinned post :P)

here are the lists:

1. soft sentence starters <3

2. subtle suggestive smut prompts

3. smut dialogue prompts

4. smut phrase/action prompts

5. reasons to cup a face

6. hurt/comfort starters

7. assortment of dialogue prompts

8. various sentence starters

that's a lot LOL but i might add more if i stumble across other good ones <3

–> drabbles will be tagged with #johnslittlespoon prompt fills ♡

expand to check which prompts i've already done (but feel free to request with other ships if you have a unique idea for a reuse <3)

"Such a good little pup, aren't you?" – buckbucky

"Spread your legs baby, that's it... wider." – buckbucky

"Stay where you are, I'm coming to get you." + "Oh honey, you're safe now." + "Honey, have you been crying?" – buckbucky

"Such a good little pup." + "One more time! Please!" – curtbuck

"I want to hear you beg." + "Arch your back for me." – buckbucky

Disbelief: Receiver cups sender's face in their hands. – buckbucky

♡ ♡ ♡

[starlightiing]

rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs

tagged by: @fastcarsgovroomm

Pierrestie College AU

Assorted F1 Drabble Requests

Pierresteban Androids Beep Boop

Pierresteban Dinosaurs Rawr

Star light, Star bright (landoscar)

Pierresteban Vampires argh

Inception & Shit

Landoscar drabbles & shit

Pierresteban Vroom Crash

Landoscar Bad Times

Featherdust

Piarles train au choochoo

Pierrestie Cardio shit

Estecharles Ripperoni

Nyckierre Vroom Crash :(

So I think I've seen everyone and their mom do this but I'll tag some folks anyway. @bumblewyn @chilling-seavey @landoisokay man I dunno...like everyone has done this.

If you see it and you wanna do it, do it. And tag me in it.

[dontforgetoctober3rd]

Savior

A new Rhaemond drabble!  Blabbity blah it is obv a no Dance of Dragons AU, y’all know the drill everybody loves everybody etc ANYWAYS It’s the day before Aemond marries Rhaena and he finally has a real conversation with her about the claiming of Vhagar.

—————————

Aemond quite liked this little balcony near the sea.  Often it was used by Daemon to train a bit with Ser Criston but for today, he had requested it be done up for a private dinner for him and his betrothed.  The Cargyll twins stood sentry by the wall some ways away, giving them their privacy but keeping them in line of sight.

A small rectangular table with a deep red cloth and two chairs facing the sea...assorted little cheeses and scones...two goblets of ale (Rhaena had apparently never tried it before coming to the Red Keep and immediately took a liking to it when Aemond had given her some)...a vase with a cherry blossom branch...and his Rhaena sitting and waiting for him, watching as Vhagar flew in the distance.  Her own dragon, Morning, was still the size of a small cat but someday they would fly together.

“She does enjoy showing off, when she’s aware she has an audience,” Aemond said, joining her at the table.  The smile of delight she graced him with warmed his heart.  Too many lemon cakes and he grew sick of them, despite being his favorite, but Rhaena’s smiles? If anything, he felt he never got enough of them.

“As she should!” Rhaena added in mock indignation. “Why shouldn’t she show off her beauty?” 

Aemond took Rhaena’s hand.  “You think she is beautiful?  Truly?  Is she not fearsome to you?”  

He was smiling still...but Rhaena sensed the conversation had shifted in a different direction... Her own smile left her face but her manner of speaking was reassuring.

“Of course!  She has her own kind of beauty.  Granted, every dragon has their differences but what other dragon has what *she* has?  Her demeanor, her battle scars, and ESPECIALLY her ferocity are what make her absolutely magnificent.”

Aemond smiled and looked away from Rhaena, towards the sea at his dragon.  “Do you regret it?  Not having the chance to claim her..because of me?  I know you have said countless times you made your peace with it-”

“I have, my love.” Still holding his other hand, Rhaena tilted Aemond’s head toward her, boring into his one functional eye with both of hers.  “I have long since made my peace with it and not just that...but I am grateful that you claimed her when you did.”

Aemond looked momentarily puzzled but Rhaena continued.

“...I often think of it, if you had not claimed her.  Do you know what probably would have happened?  I wouldn’t have made the attempt the next day.  Or the next.  Or for a long while after that.  Who is to say Vhagar would have remained on Driftmark, waiting around for a mere human to claim her?  I felt like the world had stopped when I lost my mother...it would have been weeks before I felt like I had the sufficient fortitude to make the attempt to claim her former dragon...”

Aemond kept listening intently, stroking the hand she was holding with his .  Rhaena still held onto his face, hand on his cheek.

“...if you hadn’t claimed Vhagar when you did...I think she would have flown away before I could try...think how lonely she would have been.. Mother was the first rider to claim her since Visenya.  Visenya!  Decades of loneliness, my love, before my mother finally found her.  Just...the thought of having almost done that to her again, subjecting her to such solitude, even if unintentionally...” Rhaena brought her forehead against Aemond’s, both nuzzling into the other. “You saved her, Aemond.  You were brave enough not only to dismiss rules of decorum but to stand before the biggest dragon in the world...you saved her and she knows it.  I know she does.”

Tears were streaming down Rhaena’s face at this point, Aemond wiping them away, peppering her forehead with gentle kisses.  A mighty roar from Vhagar broke the somewhat melancholy air, and both of them giggled.

[husbandhoshi]

svt masterlist | [nct masterlist]

[f] = fluff, [m] = smut, [a] angst, [h] humor

assorted

→ MTL 

→ OT13

ways to rile you up [m] 

valentine’s dates [m]

nicknames they’d use [f]

what they would smell like [f]

who has game [h]

moving in together [f]

→ which members would?: 

breeding kink [m]

ass men [m]

hate being woken up [h]

uses a pillow during sex [m]

want to be surprised with a pet [f]

members

choi seungcheol: 

→ full length

eat. play. love. [f] | wc: 19.4k

ghosted [f, m] | wc: 6.1k

→ drabbles/requests

[2:17 am] [f]

→ short asks 

threesome with mingyu [m]

ceo!cheol [f]

→ au ideas

ceo

yoon jeonghan 

→ drabbles/requests

fratboy!au [part 1] [part 2]

sub!jeonghan

[2:00 am] (idol!au) [f]

→ short asks

flirting [f]

overstim, f!oral [m], [2]

hong joshua: 

→ full length 

dessert for breakfast [m] | wc: 3.3k

→ drabbles/requests

honeymoon sex [m]

[1:44 am] (coworkers/fwb!au) [m]

→ short asks

first time spending the night [f]

newlywed!shua [f]

husband!shua [f]

softdom, hand kink [m]

cockwarming [m]

trophy husband [f]

threesome with wonwoo [m]

fake sympathy dom!shua [m]

bossy!reader, sub!josh [m]

→ au ideas

tattoo artist | royalty | streamer | vampire | domestic | sugar daddy

kwon soonyoung: 

→ full length 

sick day [m] | wc: 4.4k

the times we couldn’t say goodbye (the times i loved you most) [f, a] | wc: 2.2k

just a moment with you [f] | wc: 3.8k

→ drabbles/requests

overstim, squirting [m]

[7:25 pm] (domestic!au) [f]

→ short asks

kisses with hoshi [f]

breeding kink [m]

newlywed!hosh [f,m themes]

wen junhui:

→ short asks

pianist!au, fingering [m]

jeon wonwoo:

→ drabbles/requests

jealous dom!wonwoo [m]

uni!au tutor wonwoo [f]

friends to lovers to strangers [a]

beating wonwoo in a video game, f!oral [m]

college!au shy!wonwoo [m]

[11:36 pm] (college!au, shy!wonwoo) [m]

→ short asks

uni!au tutor wonwoo, cockwarming [m]

threesome with chan [m]

threesome with joshua [m]

soft bf!wonwoo [f]

→ au ideas

streamer/youtuber

lee jihoon

→ short asks

fingering in the studio [m]

gymnast!au [m]

cuddling [f]

→ au ideas

baker!woozi [f]

lee seokmin:

→ drabbles/requests

f2l seokmin [m] [part 1.5] [part 2] | combined wc: ~7k

→ short asks

kim mingyu: 

→ full length

easy to love [f, m] | wc: 4.1k

to grow love (and eat it to the core) [a] | wc: 8.1k

→ drabbles/requests

[9:27 am] (frat!au) [f]

[2:45 pm] (married!au) [f]

→ short asks

praise kink!mingyu [m]

clumsy top!mingyu [m]

sub!mingyu [1] [2, face riding, cock ring] [m]

ass man mingyu [m]

oral (f!receiving) [m]

xu minghao: 

→ drabbles/requests

e2l romcom!au [f]

chwe vernon: 

→ full length

what’s your number? [f] | wc: 6.1k

→ short asks

tummy bulge [m]

uni!au dorm sex [m]

barista e2l au [m]

lee chan: 

→ short asks

boyfriend!chan [f] , part 2 [f, slight m]

threesome with wonwoo [m]

morning bday sex [m]

[sw1mmingfoolz]

🌼 picnic - choi vernon (500 follower special) 🌼

ask: 'for your 500 follower event, could i get a fluff drabble with husband!vernon about going on a surprise picnic with fem wife? Ty ty also congrats :)) you deserve it~' - @hanzzzol

genre: lots of fluff! + husband!vernon au

content warnings: none that i know of!

wc: 1k (a drabble, yeah)

a/n: thank you for both the request and the kind words my lovely! this was such a cute idea and i hope i did it justice 💞 feedback is of course always appreciated, and the 500 follower event can be found here :)

The world seemed to still as your eyes met, both of you staring at one another like a deer caught in headlights. Vernon blinked first, rapidly, swallowing hard.

“What are you doing home?” You broke the heavy silence with furrowed brows, finally shaking your shock and frankly just happy you weren’t in the middle of a home invasion. He looked down at the lamp you were grasping in your hands and burst into laughter, the reality of the situation setting in.

“Did you bring that to attack me with?” He choked out around giggles, causing your face to heat up as you set the porcelain base on the countertop.

“I brought it to attack whomever was robbing my home, actually,” you scoffed in response, padding over to wrap your arms around his waist and bury your face into his chest. His sweater was soft against your cheek, and even though it smelled of the detergent you always used, he smelled like home. “I thought you left for work?” He raised a hand to pet your hair, smiling fondly as your words were muffled by his clothes.

“We have the day off today, I just wanted to surprise you,” he murmured into your hair as he pressed a kiss into it. “I went to the store, look!” You reluctantly pried your face away to look at the kitchen countertop before you, wondering how you hadn’t seen the assortment of finger foods when you’d initially walked in. Sandwiches were in the process of being cut up into cute triangles and various fruits were packed into tupperware containers, fresh pastries nestled in greaseproof paper beside them. He started towards the living room, begrudgingly removing your arms from his sides. He felt like every part of you was made for him, as you fit together so perfectly, like you were a puzzle piece he’d been missing. He adored your warmth and your scent, the way you nuzzled into him at any given opportunity, the way he could feel you smile against him even when he couldn’t see your face.

Your hand fit snugly in his as he led you through the doorway, gesturing proudly to the sofa. Sat atop the cushions was a wicker basket, delicately weaved, large and spacious with white ribbons adorning the handles and circling the middle. You gasped at how pretty it was before it hit you; you’d mentioned in passing that you’d never been on a picnic before a few weeks ago when Vernon had chosen Emma for your weekly film night, but you hadn’t put much thought into it.

“You remembered that?” You smiled softly, touched by the gesture, and he nodded with a grin.

“I might forget my own birthday sometimes, but I never forget anything you tell me,” he chuckled as you pulled him in for a chaste kiss, your arms wrapping around his neck.

“Thank you,” you whispered, to which he kissed you briefly again.

“Anything for you, wifey,” he cooed, chortling when you exaggeratedly pretended to gag. “I’ll finish the food, get ready to head out.”

The breeze was soft, tousling your hair and tickling your skin as you laughed heartily with your husband. The sky was azure and entirely clear, deep blue fading to a silvery pale hue on the horizon, and the trees rustled gently as if conversing with one another. Magpies sat among the leaves, calling out and singing, but the sound was drowned out by shrieking children playing nearby. The food was delicious, moreso in your opinion because you were enjoying it with your favourite person in your favourite park. You pointed every dog you saw out to him with an excitement he was always quick to mirror, and earned kisses all over your face as a result, him squealing about how you were irresistibly cute.

Eventually, you let your head fall into Vernon’s lap as you giggled at another one of his silly jokes, not missing the way his face softened when he looked down at you. He brushed a strand of hair from your face and let his hand rest warmly on your cheek, both of you falling suddenly quiet as you simply observed one another.

“You’re so pretty,” he hummed after a moment, eyes scanning over your face tenderly.

“You see my face like, every day,” you chuckled, trying to wave off his compliment in spite of the knowledge he could feel the heat rising in your cheeks. “Even when you’re on tour, I’m literally your phone wallpaper,” you picked his phone up from the gingham blanket and showed him the screen as if he were somehow unaware, making him scoff.

“Doesn’t matter, you’re still absolutely angelic,” he said, pressing his lips into a thin line as he took his phone back and with it, your focus. “If anything I find you even prettier with every day that we’re married.” You pouted at his words, inexplicably shy, which caused him to grin fondly. “You’re adorable, too,” he laughed, reaching for the pot of strawberries he’d been eating before you’d distracted him and holding one to your lips. You took a small bite and hummed, feeling entirely peaceful, as he put the rest of the fruit in his mouth and sighed contentedly through his nose. He leaned back on one arm, using it to hold his weight while the other stroked your hair, occasionally removing it again to feed you another strawberry, his mouth turning up every time you whined at the loss of touch. You watched the children in the playground before casting your eyes back to your husband’s annoyingly perfect, chiselled face, finding him surveying them as well.

“What are you thinking about?” You asked quietly, almost inaudibly, to which he shook his head.

“I think that’s a discussion for another time,” he replied wistfully, to which you nodded, snuggling further into his lap. “We should definitely make a routine of this, whenever we have the time,” you closed your eyes and hummed in agreement.

“I just enjoy spending my time with you, no matter what we do.”

[joheunsaram]

Cardiac Affairs (myg) - 1

1: The new doctor comes to the hospital and Yoongi hates how she’s ruining his plans

word count- 648 words

pairing- surgeon!Yoongi x surgeon!Reader

rating- PG13

genre- e2l, coworkers au, hospital au, fluff, angst

warnings- none! yoongi just really loves sleep in this lol

a.n.- happy birthday to my yoonbie! I don’t remember who I was talking to a few months ago where I said I wanna write an overworked competitive surgeon yoongi but here it is! Another yoongi drabble series! This is much more light hearted than no rebounds but I hope you still enjoy it! More to come next week!

A special thank you to @kithtaehyung and @magicshopaholic for beta reading! 🥰❤️

Like this series? Send me a taglist request or your feedback!

-

Yoongi sipped his coffee as he waited for the department head to grace him with his presence. He always hated that the old man made him wait, and he could feel his eyes drooping as he tried to stay awake. All he could think of was crashing into his bed, imagining the way his new satin sheets would feel as his body sank into his soft tempur-pedic mattress. There truly was no bigger joy than sleeping off a twenty hour surgery surrounded by his lavender bedroom mist and the memory foam pillows he had spent a pretty penny on.

“Come on Min! Look alive,” Dr Bang Shihyuk complained loudly as he entered the staff lounge, startling Yoongi from his daydream. The lounge wasn’t small by any account, but with the two residents and three interns, the space was cramped. He sighed at his supervisor, his eyes leaving his cup of iced Americano to his rotund figure as he walked into the room with authority. However, his gaze was soon distracted by you as you walked in behind the senior surgeon turned administor.

Usually Yoongi wouldn’t care for the new additions to the hospital. Most times they were interns that rotated from each department, too fast for him to bother remembering their names. But it was the middle of a rotation and the way you carried yourself with quiet confidence meant you were anything but an intern. He let his tired eyes roam your figure, momentarily stopping at your thick thighs trapped in gold linen trousers, the fabric lingering on them before it billowed out at your knees. Your top was simple, a black button down that left too much to his imagination beneath the white lab coat that held an assortment of coloured pens at the pocket.

“Everyone say hi to our newest cardio thoracic surgeon, Dr Y/L/N!” Dr Bang introduced you to the small crowd, breaking Yoongi out of his leering and into a panic. His department didn’t need a new doctor. He was supposed to be it till Dr Bang finally retired to leave him his position as Chief of Cardio and he hired his own replacement.

After the years of his youth he had given this hospital, he couldn’t help the way anger rolled through him. How dare you ruin the plans he had made since joining six years ago? He had spent every waking hour within these walls since he finished his fellowship, under Dr. Bang, no less. It was a different kind of betrayal the old man who had acted as a mentor to Yoongi for years was dropping this bomb on him. As you told the crowd of your achievements, Yoongi couldn’t help seething. You were a foreign graduate, had over thirty research articles published, had served as chief resident at your old hospital, and despite being offered multiple positions, you had decided to work here – at his home.

So while Dr. Bang droned on about your achievements, and how he was hoping everyone would welcome you, Yoongi couldn’t help but scowl, arms crossed in silent defiance till the meeting ended.

“Hi, Dr. Min. I’m really looking forward to working with you,” you said with a hand outstretched, an amicable smile on your face, and if Yoongi was a weaker man he would be enamored by the dimple that dented your left cheek, so he ignored his traitorous heart that leaped at how pretty you were and rolled his eyes at your attempt, sneering at your hand.

“Not sure I can say the same.”

And with the look on your face satiating his pride, he walked out, hoping that his bed would give him the inspiration on how to stop you from destroying his plans.

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Hello!! This is a South Park editing account. Mostly for making aesthetic boards and wallpapers but available to do much more!

This is for any and all characters, even those who’s actions are disagreeable. Big supporter of seperating fiction from real life. Figured if I’m gonna do this at all might as well be willing to do a lot. This was supposed to be an ironic little thing but editing is satisfying to me so it’s a autism combo.

System and kinnie safe!!!

What I’ll do:

Note: For all that I’ll do I’ll need a character and theme for the majority, being more specific in your request helps both me and you!

Mood boards - 3x3, 9 board

Aesthetic board - An assortment of 5+ photos with a theme.

Wallpapers

Headers

Icons/Pride Icons - default will be a square unless specified, I can do other shapes :>

Pride Flags - I’ll color pick pride colors from a character. tell me what character and flag.

Playlists: 8~ songs

Headcanons - Characters and/or Aus (ex: Prince Kyle)

X Reader - Aged up only (young adult to adult age range)

Ship drabbles - ~ A few hundred words

Canon calls and kinfessions - Kinnie support o7

Fandom Confessions - for the bitching or the drama or the love of it all

Memes! - if you want a specific template or want something about loving or hating a character or ship put it in the inbox !

If your interested in one of these being a crossover, if it’s funny I’ll definitely do it otherwise it’s up to my discretion.

[outercrasis]

Find me on AO3 

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Please read individual story warnings/tags // *denotes 18+/explicit rating

Check out my tag crasis writes for all my stuff (there's a few things that don't make it on here)

All fics are written with F!Reader unless otherwise stated, no use of y/n

Always You - Din Djarin - the covert is lost, you and your brother are on the run looking for other mandalorians, and you find the last one you expected to find. mandalorian!reader [complete, three-part series]

The Distance* - Din Djarin - a love that can go the distance. pilot!reader [ongoing, multi-part series]

Bonded* - Max Phillips x named reader/OFC Prudence Walker - prudence travels the country investigating paranormal claims and reports. when you get a call about a possible vampire, you don’t hesitate to check it out. what you don’t anticipate are things going sideways and getting yourself bound to the vampire for the foreseeable future. if you’re lucky, you’ll make it out of this ordeal alive. [ongoing, multi-part series]

Monster Love* - Monster!Max Phillips - it was just a joking discussion between friends at the bar. you didn't think monsters were real. [ongoing, relaxed fit]

Sessions* - Din Djarin - everyone on campus won’t stop talking about the mysterious new guy on campus, mando. rumors are flying and no one knows anything about him – so what happens when he comes in for a tutoring session with you? modern college au fic series [ongoing, relaxed fit, on hiatus]

Din Djarin // Paz Vizsla // Max Phillips

Frankie Morales // Javier Peña // Marcus Pike

Frank Castle // Adrian Chase // Battinson

Workplace Hero - Clark Kent/Superman - there’s never a dull day working at the Daily Planet. oneshot

One Condition - The Thief - he can steal everything with only one condition. oneshot

Read to Me - Ezra (Prospect) (gn!reader) - negative thoughts threaten to overwhelm you and ezra helps to pull you out from under. drabble

Untitled* - Javi Gutierrez - you like sitting in his lap. drabble

Untitled* - Javi Gutierrez - he just needs to ask for what he wants. drabble

Spotify Playlist - my personal playlist for din djarin.

Spotify Playlist - my personal playlist for adrian chase.

300 Follower Celebration - an assortment of headcanons & 300 word fics from prompts received by request.

G.S.C. - an exclusive club

*masterlist image is art by jm fenner*