#drabble 🐟

[turtlestm]

Eiji wakes from a dream that leaves him weeping alone in his bedroom when a dip sinks in the bed next to him. He turns to it and sees Ash, only making the tears that slip from his eyes hotter.

Ash smiles in that painfully soft way that he only smiles at Eiji with and using one hand, he caresses his cheek, wipes away a wet trail from Eiji's face.

"That frown really doesn't suit you, y'know?" Speechless, Eiji's shaking has come to a stop and remains silent as Ash brushes his long, oily bangs out of the way to slowly plant a kiss on the outer corner of Eiji's right eye. Eiji's breath stops in his throat, as though he's afraid of even the smallest movements making Ash disappear.

"At this rate, no one will see these again. It's almost like they haven't crinkled in ages," Ash mumbles against his skin, referring to Eiji's crow's feet. Smile maintained, he lets out a sigh and slowly rocks side to side as he holds Eiji.

Yet his breaths never disturbed the hair his nose was nuzzled against. His motions never caused the wood of the old, noisy wooden bedframe to creak. The dip in the mattress never warps with his movements.

Was the sensation of Ash's body against him solid and warm enough to feel real?

Truthfully, he was afraid to check, so he remained board-stiff in his embrace.

All of these little things added up as reminders of reality. One that Eiji is too afraid to confront in the moment:

Ash died five years ago.

And no matter how real this fact was, he can't help himself. He can't help but indulge in the touch, the smolder he gets when he feels thin fingers carding through his hair, the sigh he lets out when his heartbeat is drowned out by the vibrations that fill his entire body, the timbre of Ash humming some song whose melody he can somewhat recognize as something that he heard on the radio once.

Every last drop of this dream is nothing short of bittersweet. No matter how much it hurts, however, he doesn't want it to end.

So he lets his eyes slide shut once more and rests his aching head on Ash's shoulder. He knows it's unhealthy, but maybe it wouldn't hurt to lean into those touches just for tonight. He'll be able to resist doing this next time.

But he told himself that last week. And a couple days before that. And there was that other time.... But he falls to his desire to be held every time.

[kstrucknet]

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୨୧ “LIP PIERCING.”

⤷ PAIRING﹕ taesan x fem!reader

⤷ WARNINGS ﹕mentions of kissing

⤷ GENRE﹕fluff

⤷ WC﹕1132

⤷ AUTHOR'S NOTE﹕this is based on the livestream where he asked if it would be uncomfortable to kiss with a lip piercing cause WHAT THE FUCK MAN?? OH MY GOSH

⤷ SYNOPSIS ﹕you decided to surprise taesan with a new addition to your appearance, in this case, it was a lip piercing.

( @kstrucknet )

scrolling through instagram, you come across a gorgeous girl with a lip piercing. you find yourself clicking on her profile and stalking her account, occasionally zooming into her lips. specifically, zooming into that lip piercing. 

you’ve always wondered what it’d be like with some sort of piercing, but you never thought that you’d look good with one.

after scrolling through that girl's instagram feed for a while, you made up your mind. finding yourself on a piercing website, booking an appointment for 3pm tomorrow. in about a month, your boyfriend, taesan, was coming to visit. naturally, you wanted to surprise him with the new piercing!

｡ﾟ 𝜗𝜚 ‧ ₊ ꒱

ring ring! the sound of your alarm, your phone vibrating on your bedside table. you groggily reach over to your phone and click on “stop” before proceeding to get up with a yawn. grabbing your phone to check the time, 11:21 it reads.

you rolled out of bed, folding your blanket and placing it on the foot of the bed. making your way to the bathroom, you spend some time scrolling through your phone before actually putting it down and getting ready. you took a warm shower and did your skincare routine and a little bit of makeup in order to look somewhat presentable.

you checked yourself in the mirror once again, fixing that stray hair thay found its way to your face. smiling at your bathroom mirror before walking out with your phone in hand. grabbing the cute bag you got the other day. gently placing all of your belongings into the bag, along with making sure all of your essentials were in there too.

you check the time on your phone, 12:43. in two-ish hours, you would have a lip piercing. you smiled at yourself a little, feeling somewhat excited for a new change to your appearance.

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you make your way into your favorite cafe, the barista never failing to get your regular iced coffee order. the perfect amount of ice and sugar, you loved the taste of the bittersweet coffee on your tongue. savoring the taste, you walk back to your car to drive into the direction of the piercing clinic.

you finally arrive after about thirty minutes of driving and one cup of iced coffee that you had successfully finished whilst driving to the clinic. you walked in and sat down at the waiting room, waiting for your turn to get your long awaited lip piercing.

time flies by, “y/n l/n!” a voice exclaims. that voice belonged to a woman with a clipboard in her hands, you stood up with a nod as she looked at you with a smile and wrote something down on her clipboard. “right this way, ms. l/n!” she says in a friendly yet professional manner. guiding you into the room where you would finally get that lip piercing.

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you winced a little at the sudden pain, though it was over in the matter of seconds. the pain slowly disappears when you get handed a mirror, that pain quickly gets replaced with a sense of relief. it looked.. quite good.

sure, it was different! but it didn’t look half bad on you. you thanked the piercer before she spoke, “i will email you everything you need to do, okay? make sure to check if it rejects!” 

you leave the clinic happily, feeling relieved that you finally got the piercing part done. 

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the following weeks, you always avoided giving taesan pictures of yourself. excuses like “oh sorry, i’m busy rn!” or “sorry! camera broke!”

it was lame and unbelievable, and you know that. but it was only a few weeks before he would come over. what’s the fun if you don’t get to surprise him!

you would also continue those next few weeks with carefully taking care of the piercing, making sure it gets proper care and doesn’t get infected.

｡ﾟ 𝜗𝜚 ‧ ₊ ꒱

a month finally passes by, at this point, your lip piercing has already fully healed. thank goodness it didn’t reject.. though you were more excited over the fact that you’d finally see taesan after so long!

you were anticipating taesan to knock at your door, any minute now.. you mumble to yourself. you couldn’t be more proud! as you mumbled that to yourself, you heard soft knocking on the door along with your name being called. “y/n! i’m here!” a familiar voice exclaims from the other side of the door.

you hurriedly rush over to the door, taking a deep breath before opening the door. at first he didn’t realize it at all, naturally walking into the apartment as he looked down to take off his shoes. “ah baby i missed you so mu—“ he got quickly cut off.

he finally looked up at you, was that a.. lip piercing? he looked at you, mouth agape.

“eh— did you? what??” he says as he looks closer, leaving you little to no space between your lips and his. he couldn’t stop staring at your lip piercing

“yeah.. hehe.” you giggled a little at his reaction, “so that’s why you haven’t been giving me your silly pictures anymore?” he realized and finally fixing his gaze on you instead of that oh-so-distracting piercing.

you reply with a simple nod, guiding him into your apartment all whilst helping him out with the heavy luggage that he brought.

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now, both of you are on your couch. eating some snacks while watching your favorite show. you giggled occasionally at funny scenes, your head resting on his lap as he let his fingers run through your hair. but he couldn’t help it, his eyes were not on the tv. instead, it was fixated on that damn lip piercing.

you laugh again at a funny scene, looking up at him, expecting him to laugh along. you see him directly looking at you instead of at the tv. he quickly gets flustered and looks up at the tv, you looked at him confused before sitting upright — “huh?” you mutter. 

“i—“ he could barely muster up words as they were stuck in his throat, he’d been caught red handed staring at your lip piercing. “do you not like it?” you say with a frown.

he quickly fixes his gaze on you with obvious panic in his eyes, “NO! no no no— i actually.. i love it..” he says, the volume in his voice slowly decreasing towards the end of his sentence.

“so why are you staring..?” you asked him curiously, “i wonder what it’s like to kiss you with that.. lip piercing.” he blurts out. 

realizing what he said, his face quickly turned beet red. “that is.. only if you want!!” he says, trying to reassure you. you can only laugh at his nervousness, “then why don’t you come here and see for yourself?” 

[jinwoosungs]

[ they confess to you out of the blue ]

notes: pre-established relationship

sylus 🐦‍⬛

zayne 🩺

xavier ⭐️

rafayel 🐟

caleb 🍎

end notes: this is my first attempt at making a smau, which is pretty fun (⺣◡⺣)♡ since i am in the middle of a bad writer’s block, i figured i could try to fill in with these types of posts until i can get my creative juices flowing to make more drabbles / oneshots ♡

all posts are written by rei; reposts into other websites and translations are not allowed ♡

[o-sachi]

Nose Boops - Drabble for WinBre Week!

ᯓ something's suspicious about sakura... time to find out why ᯓ character; sakura haruka (wind breaker) ᯓ tags; fluff, tsundere sakura, afab reader, no y/n

[🐟]: for day 4 - accidental pet acquisition prompt! @windbreakerweek

Sakura's been acting strange.

Like reaaaaaally strange.

He was supposed to walk with you back home today, but somehow he suddenly has to patrol at that exact time. You knew his patrol schedule like the back of your own hand and you were certain that he didn't have to patrol. Besides, you knew Hiragi wasn't the type of guy to stray from fixed routines.

Anyway, you didn't like doubting him, so you asked Nirei. One text message and you confirmed that... Sakura was lying to you.

At first, you didn't know what to feel. Sakura was the most honest person that you knew and even if he did lie—he was way too obvious. But then again, it's always the person that you least expect to do you wrong.

Instead of walking straight back home later that day, you decided to investigate a bit. You checked out the usual streets that their team would roam around in. But nothing. You saw a couple of Furin boys, but none of them were familiar to you.

You even checked the cafe and asked Kotoha if he had been there. But still no luck. It was then you figured that maybe he was already at home. If he wasn't there either... well, that's definitely a cause for concern.

Part of you was incredibly nervous with what was waiting for you at his place, but all that worry dissipated in an instant at the sight that greeted you: Sakura walking the little puppy that you two found on the side of the street a week ago.

He had a small smile on his face, one that he reserved only for you (sometimes for his friends too, but he won't admit it). Sakura even bought the little thing a new collar and leash. You weren't exaggerating when you thought it was the most adorable thing ever.

Soon enough, he noticed your presence. His smile shifted into a flustered frown. "W-what are you doing here?" he asks, pointing at you.

You walk over to them, a toothy grin on your face. "Oh, I dunno... maybe I just wanted to see what my boyfriend was so busy with. But it's definitely not because of patrolling."

"Shaddap..."

He turns to look away, hoping to hide the rosiness of his cheeks. But as he looks away, the puppy takes notice of you and rubs her tiny head against your leg.

Crouching down, you pat her softly. "Aww, hey there. Is he taking good care of you hm?"

The dog can't really speak, but with the way it's wagging its tail—tells you that she loves her new owner.

"He can be a bit scary sometimes, but he's the biggest sweetheart. Don't you think so?"

Sakura clicks his tongue. "Stop talking about me with Momo."

"Momo?"

His cheeks turn into a deeper shade of scarlet. He was biting down on his lower lip so hard that you wouldn't be surprised if it just started bleeding.

"T-the dog... Momo," he replies. As much as he tried to keep his cool, he was certainly failing at it. Even though you two have been going out for a few months now, it still wasn't that difficult to render him into a blushing mess.

"You named her?"

"How would I talk to her if I didn't?"

Point. You turned to look back at the dog, smiling warmly at her. "Your name's Momo huh? That's cute," you say before booping her nose.

You stand back up and face Sakura who was struggling to look you in the eye. He opens his mouth to speak only to stop. But he tries again.

"Don't even start and tease m—"

Boop. You just booped his nose—the same way you did with Momo.

It left his jaw hanging, unsure if you really just did what you did. With his brows furrowed, he picks up the dog in his arms. You wanted to be serious just like him, but you found it hard to maintain your composure at such an unusual (but lovely) sight.

"Keep teasing me and I won't let you go near her. No petting... defintiely no booping."

He says all that with a straight face. And off he goes—back inside his humble abode with his little friend in his clutches.

For a guy that refused to take in that dog a week ago... he sure has taken quite a liking for her.

o-sachi © 2024 pls do not translate/copy/reupload my work on other platforms.

[neigepomme]

— the catalogue [masterlist]

we've got a vast selection of Love and Deepspace fiction ✴︎ all organized in order of publication & by love interest — with synopsis & ratings!

⋆ last updated.. 21/03/2025

˙ ✩°˖ 🍎 with LADS

⋆ general headcanons ✴︎ sfw / fluff

some headcanons of all the boys for your enjoyment!! mostly silly & domestic day-to-day life stuff!!

˙ ✩°˖ ☃️ with zayne

⋆ speeding hearts ✴︎ sfw / fluff

you have a crush on your charming physician, and it looks like you can't hide it as well as you thought.

⋆ completely ✴︎ sfw / fluff

some quick thoughts about how zayne loves you wordlessly; completely.

⋆ soft patience ✴︎ sfw / fluff

zayne's the bestest boyfriend in the world when you're going through cramps — even though some misunderstanding led some tears to shed.

⋆ zayne & tiktok slang / zayne & tiktok slang (cont.) ✴︎ sfw / fluff

some silly thoughts about zayne & his struggles with tiktok slang.

⋆ try again ✴︎ sfw / hurt/comfort

right person, wrong time, but even after a year, the heartache remains. you looked for him in everyone you met, and so did zayne — but when the universe lets you cross paths again, will it be kind enough to let you try again?

˙ ✩°˖ ✈️ with caleb

⋆ playlists ✴︎ sfw / fluff

sharing your music streaming account with caleb; maybe you weren't the only one feeling something deeper than friendship.

⋆ stay still!! ✴︎ sfw / fluff

caleb would lay his head on your lap forever if he could. he’s a bit more reluctant about staying still when you bring out a weapon (tweezers) to use on him though.

⋆ caleb's past ✴︎ angst

some angsty thoughts about caleb’s character.

⋆ bella luna ✴︎ sfw / fluff

spring cleaning season came around, and no one was better qualified than your favorite pilot when it came to helping you out. only finding a guitar you bought some time ago, unearthed memories and unspoken feelings.

⋆ forehead kisses ✴︎ sfw /fluff

caleb loves it when you kiss his forehead.

⋆ mine ✴︎ nsfw (?) / angst-ish to suggestive

your beloved caleb is a deeply, deeply secretive (and dense) man, who somehow refuses to call you his. when you bring it up out of frustration, he ends up giving you more than what you asked for. but who would say no to that?

⋆ caleb & your movies ✴︎ sfw / fluff

some silly thoughts about caleb & his interest in your 00s movies.

⋆ upskirt thoughts ✴︎ suggestive / fluff

some silly thoughts about how caleb likes to catch a glimpse of your panties.

⋆ puppy apology thoughts ✴︎ sfw / fluff

some silly thoughts about how caleb acts like a guilty puppy when he does something wrong.

⋆ bulking szn ✴︎ nsfw / suggestive

who knew your lovely and insanely strong boyfriend could get even more muscular — even more sexy. gotta thank bulking season for that!

⋆ more than you'll ever know ✴︎ sfw / fluff

you tell caleb that you love him — except you reaaaaally tell him that you love him.

⋆ 'control me' thoughts ✴︎ nsfw / fluff/smut

some thoughts about how caleb loves it when you control him.

⋆ world.execute(us) ✴︎ sfw / angst (?)

specially designed weapons X-01 and X-02 breach established program; enter world execution protocol.

⋆ style ✴︎ sfw / fluff

drabble event — special delivery! did a certain pipsqueak order a cute pilot boyfriend to distract her from her upcoming exams? well you’re in luck, because caleb is here to help!

⋆ unconditional ✴︎ sfw / fluff

drabble event — caleb is hopelessly, utterly whipped for you to say the least. your very existence is something that should be admired, and he isn’t shy when it comes to letting you know that.

˙ ✩°˖ 🐟 with rafayel

⋆ would you fall in love with me again ✴︎ sfw / hurt/comfort

drabble event — when you recover your memories of a past life, rafayel grows frantic and fearful of what you may think of him, but no matter what man he becomes, he will always be yours.

⋆ so so so dangerous ✴︎ coming soon

rafayel's a famous pop star, and you're his bodyguard. under the flashes of the paparazzi, you can't deny that there's some undeniable dangerous tension between you two.

˙ ✩°˖ 🐦‍⬛ with sylus

⋆ wounded ✴︎ fluff / sfw

when sylus takes a hit for you and ends up unable to heal himself, you take it upon yourself to patch him up — but not without some tough love first.

⋆ mon amour ✴︎ fluff into suggestive / sfw

you knew that sylus could speak several languages. what you didn't take into account though, is how lethal he sounds flirting with you in the most romantic language in the world.

˙ ✩°˖ 💫 with xavier

⋆ tingling sensations ✴︎ fluff / sfw

while laying down next to xavier one sunny afternoon, and scrolling on tiktok, you stumble upon some cute ASMR. with a smile on your face, you turn to your half asleep boyfriend; "baby.. have you ever felt tingles before?"

⋆ let you break my heart again ✴︎ angst / sfw

drabble event — unrequited love hurts. it hurts a lot more when you have no one to blame for it, and when xavier still cares for you, unaware of your heartache.

[late-to-the-party-81]

He loves reducing his Angel to a puddle of goo, fucking her dumb.

The problem is, we love it too!

Thank you, my darling 😘😘

Like Jello

AN: Thank you, darling Holacia, for this sweet attack. He looks totally smug in this gif - like he just fucked you real good…. Set in my Ari and his Angel ‘verse, have some PWP.

Unbeta’d.

Divider by @firefly-graphics and moodboard/banner by me.

Master list | Series master list

Relationship: Daddy!Ari x Reader (Angel)

Word Count: 500

CW: Unprotected P in V sex, Dirty talk, multiple orgasms, aftercare, smug Ari

“Oh fuck! Yes! Daddy! Like that! Please! Like that! I’m gonna… gonna…”

Words failed you as static filled your brain, and your body convulsed like an electrical current had passed through you.  You could only register three things; the orgasmic pleasure coursing through your body, threatening to shut it down, the steady pounding of Ari’s hips against the back of your thighs, not missing a beat for a single second, and his deep chuckle as he watched you unravel beneath him.

As the waves of ecstasy slowed, all the tension disappeared from your body. Your arms and legs felt useless, refusing your commands. The only reason your legs weren’t lying like overcooked noodles on the mattress was due to the fact that they were still hooked over Ari’s hips, around his frankly sinfully slim waist.

Your boyfriend shifted his position, leaning fully over you, his large hands planted either side of your head. Ari’s shaggy hair flopped forwards, falling into his face, and it took all your strength just to reach up and brush it back with a dopey smile. 

Your big, beefy boyfriend grinned back, his white teeth a contrast against the dark blonde of his beard, before he sped up his movements, seeking his own moment of unbridled pleasure in the warm embrace of your body. You writhed under him, the new rhythm and angle seeking to draw more pleasure from your wrung out body.

Ari dipped his head and nipped at your earlobe.

“You got another one for me, Angel? Gonna come for Daddy again? Need to feel you milking me, baby. Feels so fucking good on my cock. Come on. Give it to me. Let me feel you.”

His breath was warm on your skin and his words were sweet like honey. There was no way your body was going to refuse him.

You cried out again, the waves slower but deeper, a soft suffusion of pleasure this time, covering your body like a blanket.

Ari groaned in your ear and pulsed inside your pussy, and you managed to hook one of your legs over his, anchoring the two of you together. You welcomed the way he gently collapsed on top of you. He might be big and heavy, but sometimes you enjoyed the feeling of him pressing you into the mattress while you both came down from your highs.

As your brain came back online you managed to raise your arms to wrap around his neck. You turned your head and pressed kisses to any patch of his skin you could reach. Ari raised his own head and faced you, dropping a kiss in return to your lips, before reluctantly drawing away from you and getting up. You watched him walk across to the bathroom while you lay in the remains of your bliss in the tangled sheets, shamelessly ogling the play of muscles across his back, as well as his tight ass.

When he returned he kissed you, soft and sweet, as he wiped a damp cloth through your folds, cleaning you up. Your eyes were hooded, a smile on your face as you watched him pull on his briefs, shorts and sleeveless tee.

“You getting up, Angel?”

“Nuh-uh.” You slowly shook your head. “Can’t. Been fucked to good. My entire body is now jello.”

Ari just smiled smugly.

“My work here is done.”

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[dashi-inu]

Enter, Baxter!

It's Baxter's first time at VoxTek and having impressed the CEO with his chemistry, he is invited to his office. Only to start the meeting on the wrong foot, literally. He is a fish on land, clumsily plopping out of the elevator right in front of his boss! Surely, Baxter thinks, he wouldn't be a consideration anymore.

But Baxter's hypothesis is proven incorrect when the boss isn't your typical cliche jerk— in fact, he's a gentleman. Is Baxter going to end up being Vox's chemist, or something more? 👀 (Is Baxter going to even concentrate on his alchemy anymore ever since getting such a close look at his boss?)

⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ — - 🐟🦈 - —

It begins! Here is my first-ever attempt at comic pages, and I couldn't be happier that it was with my favorite character Baxter! I plan on making more pages about his story in the future and do my best to keep it chronological. (And I'll try writing drabbles for them too!)

A project centered around my version of Baxter, it entails romance, drama, and silly moments— hope you stick around for the long run ♡

[yandereunsolved]

OMG I LOVED YOUR CHARLES DRABBLE!! IM GLAD HE'S MY FAVORITE OF THE MONTH

-🐟

Really? 🥹

Thank you!

― the post 🐟 is referring to ―

cw: talks about self-harm

A little delve into my writing process with this one.

Charles is not inherently a yandere. His yandere tendencies are rooted in being protective and wanting his darling to have the life he can't have. He's a selfless yandere.

Even if it costs him his life. Even if he can't have you―you'll always have him. Which is why I included that line.

So I had to think of a situation in which that protectiveness would spring forth. He's protected a lot of people from other people. So that one wasn't an attractive option for me to go down plotwise. But a darling with self-destructive tendencies? Oh, yes. That is exactly the kind of thing that causes Charles's yandere-ness to appear.

He believes life is precious and beautiful. So why is his darling not protecting theirs? He's gotten so many scars from just surviving. He doesn't want you to give yourself scars as a way to survive.

He needs to be the hand that stops yours from cutting. He needs to be the presence that keeps you grounded. He needs to be the person that watches over you.

To him it's a duty and he happily fulfills it.

Charles also likes to trace and kiss over his darling's scars, as long as they consent of course. He isn't someone to be disgusted by such things. He sees them as a reminder of what you have gone through and why he's protecting you.

Sometimes he'll subconsciously do it. His fingers glide across your skin to feel the different texture of your scars. It's soothing. It's a reminder that you are here with him and safe.

[lilacskiesapothecary]

The Little Things/Drabble/How They Care✨

One Piece

Luffy: He would bring you your favorite food and make sure you never go hungry! Always having a snack for you in his pockets, just making sure you’re happy 🍱���

Zoro: Never too far away. He would always be there to protect you, like a loyal and strong guardian. 🗡️💪

Sanji: He would cook you the most delicious meals and shower you with endless compliments. He wants to make sure you always feel loved😍🍳

Usopp: He would create unique and handmade gifts just for you, filled with his creativity and love. Just to bring a smile to your face.🎁✨

Nami: She would take you on exciting adventures, exploring new places and making unforgettable memories. ⛵🌴

Chopper: He would be your personal doctor, always making sure you're healthy and happy. Kissing anything that hurts to make it better.🩺🐾

Robin: She would share her vast knowledge and wisdom with you, teaching you new things every day. Reading you passages that remind her of you.📚🌸

Franky: He would build you cool gadgets and inventions, making your life more convenient and exciting. Doesn’t want you to lift a finger if he can help it🔧🚀

Brook: He would serenade you with beautiful music and make you laugh with his witty jokes. You’re the prettiest when you smile and he wants to keep you smiling always.🎵😄

Jinbe: He would be your calm and support whenever you need to vent , always offering a listening ear and wise advice. Will always be there for you when you call🐟🤝

✨🌊 Introducing our One Piece inspired Soap! Smells of Sea Salt & Sage and made with Apricot seeds to exfoliate the skin🌊✨

[gothghostiie]

Swallowing that bratty pet Drabble WHOLE ughhh imagine just sitting there outside and just warring internally whether or not you wanna whimper and whine for him or keep your pride intact

Alternatively touching yourself to get Graves’ attention but it just makes the punishment WORSE. Oh you’re muzzled? Hands bound? Don’t mind him as he just strokes himself right out of your reach making you yearn more

- 🐟

teehee

cw: petplay, exposure

and if you do start touching yourself you got what's coming to you, in his opinion anyway. as soon as he sees he storms outside, grabbing you by your hair to make him face you. He starts speaking in a low voice and you know you fucked up big time with how he talks. you wanna beg for mercy but the second you open your mouth his fingers are pushed inside, shutting you up.

he carries you back inside, throwing you on the bed and getting the job done. a nice dildo down your tight throat before muzzling you, hands tied to your collar just too short to touch yourself again. carries you back outside amd ties you to a post further out to make sure you're nice and vulnerable - now he can relax on the porch, fucking the fleshlight he got just to taunt you with it. groaning lowly while all you can do is watch and cry, hoping he'll eventually forgive you:((

[kstrucknet]

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⤷ 𝓟𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 ﹕ gunil x fem!reader

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⤷ 𝓖𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾 ﹕ fluff :)

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⤷ 𝓐𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋’𝗌 𝓝𝗈𝗍𝖾 ﹕ first xdh fic?! how are we feeling???!! ( this fic is totally inspired by @blue-jisungs jaehyun fic here! check it out and let’s thank axe for being such an amazing writer 🥹🤍 )

⤷ 𝓢𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗌 ﹕ after a long week of work, you are finally blessed with a lazy afternoon with gunil.

one of the things you loved about being with gunil is the simple moments with him always made you fall in love with him all over again (as if you weren’t already head over heels for him)

it could just be waking up in the morning to breakfast made for you just how you like it, or him helping out with the dishes. all of those silly moments just kept reminding you on why you fell in love with him in the first place.

it was those moments that made it all worth it.

laying on the couch with your head resting on gunil’s lap on a lazy afternoon has got to be the best thing you’re ever gonna experience. the soft glow of the sunset peaking through the curtains, accompanied with the soft movements of gunil’s hands in your hair.

gently threading his fingers through your hair, occasionally shifting his sitting position before resuming the gesture of playing with your hair.

you’ve had a long week, a long and exhausting week of just plain working. you’ve been on your feet all week, and gunil knows that. “you did a great job, honey, don’t worry and just relax for me okay?” he whispers, you can’t help but smile at his soft words. you couldn’t ask for anything better than a nap on an uneventful afternoon with his hands brushing through your hair.

he began to massage your head ever so gently as if you were a glass piece, fragile and threatening to break at any sudden impact.

he treated you with such gentle care each and every one of his movements laced with his love and affection for your. so maybe this is what love feels like.

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[nadinefromwhere]

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[drabbletron]

Hi hi!

Gonna be honest 🐟 is right about the drabbles. But another thing is that I'd never imagine the bots being down bad for us humans- before the guilty wanks that is and reading additional works of yours. I easily understood why humans would be attracted to the bots, but on the flip side? Hearing about Gooner Cracker and other bots who would like our touch makes me giggle and happy.

I'm glad their reaching target audiences. These fics are supposed to be for the average person, so I try to write the bots liking normal things about humans from general softness and touch, and now I want to include body hair and other differences. Just any way I can amplify the differences and appreciate them from both sides.

I'm looking to explore cybertronian sex as well, so things like wireplay, altmode sex, showing their sparks, and removing chest paneling with their human. I want to go beyond juat sticky interfacing (not that I don't love it), but I love alien things as well.

I'll probs do a series for many of those, or even just sprinkle some one-offs here and there.

I just recently read a fic that made me wanna do a sex pollen series, but that's an idea for later.

Thanks for dropping in! 💕✨️

[o-sachi]

Where Love Grows - Drabble for WinBre Week!

ᯓ oh to grow old and plant tomatoes on your farm together... ᯓ character; umemiya hajime (wind breaker) ᯓ tags; aged up (but just because growing old and in love makes me sappy), FLUFF, afab reader, no y/n

[🐟]: for the day 1 - garden prompt! @windbreakerweek

You've been calling out his name for a while now, yet you received no response. There was no mistake that he was out here, tending to the plants again. Sometimes he gets so immersed in it that he fails to notice how hot it is. The duty of reminding him and hauling him back in the house has been designated to you.

You had to be careful, especially at this age. Getting a heatstroke and keeling over in the middle of the scorching heat would be terrible after all.

"Hajime!" you call out again. Just how far away was he from the house?

If only you knew he'd be this irresponsible, you would have stopped him from buying a land with this huge of a farm. Or maybe not... you could never find it in yourself to turn him down—not when he's smiling so earnestly at you.

You click your tongue, feeling tired from just stepping through the rows of crops the two of you worked hard to nurture. "Hajime! Where are you?"

Finally. You see head of white hair poking out from a few rows away from you. Your eyes met each other's and despite your annoyance, a smile creeps on your face. He was a hardheaded man, but seeing the joys of a simple life reflected on his face made your heart swell.

"You missed me already? I've only been out for an hour," he teases with the familiar twinkle in his eyes.

"Say whatever you want, darling. I'd prefer if you stay inside for now and drank some water."

He stood up, dusting his pants. But it was all in naught because he wiped his dirty hands on his white tee anyway. It was a habit of his and at this point it was impossible to correct.

"I'll be inside in a sec. Just need to—" he pauses to stretch his back. "Relocate some of these tomatoes somewhere else."

He never said a thing, but you noticed in his mannerisms that his back was giving him trouble lately. You stepped closer, placing a gentle hand on his aching back.

"How about we do it together later when it's not so hot?"

Hajime sighs, glancing over at the tomatoes that shone a bit under the sun. He'd prefer to get it over with, but he couldn't pass up on the chance to do some farm work with you. "Alright, fine. Let's head back for now."

Even though his hands were covered in soil, you squeezed it hard when he held yours. There was an inexplicable feeling when he'd take you by the hand and lead you around the farm. It reminded you when the two of you were younger—you'd run around the empty parts of the field, giggling like idiots.

It wasn't possible now because the two of you had filled most of the land with healthy and beautiful crops. As nostalgic as it was, you loved how fulfilled it seemed. It was like a testament to your marriage and to your love.

"Sometimes I miss being young," he starts, as if he read your mind. "Back then I'd have no trouble crouching down all day and taking care of my plants."

You squeezed his hand in reassurance once more. "All that fighting getting to you now huh?"

A rich chuckle erupts from his chest. "Guess you're right, darling. But I don't regret a single thing."

The two of you continue your trek back to the house. The sun still shone brightly, but his body blocked it. All you could see was his broad back—the same back that carried Furin and your family on its shoulders.

You were so caught up in your thoughts that you hadn't noticed that you were already at the fence that separated the main house from the farm. Hajime easily unlocked the gate with one hand and it opened with the creaking sound you've heard everyday for the past 20 or so years you've been living here.

That gate had a Pavlov effect on you. Whenever you heard it, you knew that Hajime was done farming and that you'd have to wait by him at the door where he'd collect his end-of-the-day kiss.

It seems like the kids have caught on to it as well. As soon as the gate closed, they were already there—running towards their beloved parents. A little girl and a little boy went to either parent and gave them a hug.

You had other older kids who had moved out some time ago. These two came later in your lives. Initially, you were worried, but Hajime got rid of your fears.

"The more the merrier!" he would say. Hajime did love kids after all.

He pat both of their heads. "Hehe, you guys missed me too? Your mama sure did."

"Hajime..."

He feigns innocence. "Mama missed me, right? She got all grumpy again, didn't she?"

The two rascals, who took after their father (way too much), nodded along. You playfully narrowed your eyes at them.

Hajime sure loved your reactions to your family banter. He clapped his hands. "Alright. Let's go inside and make some orange juice."

"Yeah! Orange juice!" the kids cheered in unison.

"Let's all go to the farm together later hm? How about that?" Hajime asked the kids as they began walking back to the house.

You were left to stand a good distance away from them—admiring your kids and the man that helped you raise them. He turned back to look at you, smiling and gesturing for you to come along.

Well... you've truly come a long way.

o-sachi © 2024 pls do not translate/copy/reupload my work on other platforms.

[neigepomme]

Hello! I wanted to participate in your 500+ followers Drabble event! The Love Interest I have in mind is Rafayel with the song Would You Fall In Love With Me Again from Epic the musical by Jorge “Jay” Rivera Herrans. The song has been stuck in my head for ages and I couldn’t help but think of all the boys in Odysseus’s place and MC/reader in Penelope’s. The prompt I have in mind is based on the song, especially when Penolope says “I will fall in love with you, over and over again, I don’t care how where or when. No matter how long it’s been your mine! Don’t tell me you’re not the same person! You’re always my husband and I’ve been waiting! Waiting(x6) For you!” I just want a really sweet and heart felt reunión where the reader remembers all their past lives with him and they talk about it and he reveals all he’s done to be with them. He may feel like the reader will think he’s a monster for choosing them over his people and may want to leave him but reader shows him (maybe even screams it at him so there’s no way he can say otherwise) that they will always love him no matter how much he’s changed or what he’s done. He is their husband, no matter which lifetime they have together. Always. The “Waiting” lines could also be the reader telling him they will always wait for him in every life, so they can be together, because their heart is his (both literally and emotionally).

Sorry for the rant. I just have kept this in my brain for so long. I hope this isn’t too much. If you want to not do everything here that’s fine. The base of it is just reader remembering their lives, talking to him about it and how no matter what they will always love him. You could flip it around where reader feels like they should leave him because he deserves a partner who won’t hurt him like they have and he says these lines. You can choose the most fitting pronouns for reader here. Thank you for reading all this. I hope it isn’t too big of an ask feel free to do what you want with this. I’m sure it’ll be great either way!

Also co thats on 500+ followers! I’m proud to be one and I’m so glad you are getting the recognition you deserve! 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

˙ ✩°˖ 🐟 would you fall in love with me again / rafayel x reader

synopsis; when you recover your memories of a past life, rafayel grows frantic and fearful of what you may think of him, but no matter what man he becomes, he will always be yours.

🍎 pomme's notes - this was my first time listening to the song in full!! i hope i did your idea justice.. also if anyone's interested in participating in my drabble event, the info is right here!

⋆ 900 words / hurt/comfort / fem reader / 2nd person

the memories came flooding back on a moonlit night.

visions of a fallen empire, of a star-crossed romance with the man laying besides you — all of which you were apart of. beads of sweat trickle down your forehead as tears start forming in your eyes with the overwhelming reality taking over your mind.

you remember him. you remember rafayel.

as if sensing that something was off, his bond mark glows slightly, and he shifts and lays on his side to face you, eyes still closed.

"cutie? why are you still up?"

rafayel's voice acts like an anchor, soft and still full of sleep. you've known him. this voice, which called out to you in that dreams, calling you his beloved bride — his, and only his. the sobs started, tears trickling down your face as you reach out to cup his cheek.

"i remember, rafayel. i remember everything, i remember lemuria, i remember it all."

you expect his face to brighten up, for him to hold you in his arms, any indicator of happiness, but instead, you're met with his face growing paler by the minute.

rafayel's heart rate quickened. he should be happy. hell, he should be elated at the thought of you remembering him, but all he can think of are the sins he committed in his past lives. he could see himself reflected in your eyes, in your tears, and all he could think was that his mirror image was that of a monster.

how could you love him if you knew who he was? the traitor of a civilization, who brought on the end of lemurians — all for a doomed love. the sacrifices he made for you, but would you understand that they were made in order to bring the two of you together?

in rafayel's panic, all he could see were the iridescent tears trickling down your cheeks, and he could only imagine them being tears of disgust, of disdain. he cannot imagine you, the brightest and most beautiful presence he's ever encountered, loving him after all of the things he's done. his breathing quickens, and your hand on his cheek seems to burn through his conscience — would you fall in love with him again if you knew all that he'd done?

"rafayel? rafayel, say something."

your lover's body grew cold, sweat dripping down his forehead as he shook his head. hyperventilating, he tries his damndest to give you an answer, but no matter what he says, everything feels wrong to him.

"no, no, i'm sorry — i'm not — your memories. lemuria, i couldn't have made another choice," he inhaled shakily, "i'm not the one you think i am — but i did it all so i could get to you, believe me-"

"rafayel, breathe, my love. for me. please."

his eyes look up to you, the usual playful and teasing light in them replaced with worry and fear. rafayel was afraid that you would leave him after recovering all of his memories.

he wouldn't be able to handle it.

"don't leave me. i'm not the same man you loved, i'm not a monster — please."

leave him? why would you leave the man who did everything in his power to find you, no matter the lifetime you lived in. through labored breathing, he spoke again.

"lemuria. i had no choice, i love you so much. i couldn't bear for you to disappear, so i chose you — i gave you my heart."

slowly, you understand what he's getting at. rafayel's afraid of you thinking less of him, leaving him upon remembering everything. he's afraid of you falling out of love with him, but he also wants you to know everything before you allow him a space within your heart.

how foolish is he? you wipe your tears, holding onto his face tenderly, making him meet your gaze before providing soft reassurances.

"rafayel, i am not leaving. i loved you, i love you, and i will always love you — no matter what decision you make."

a breathless laugh escapes your lips. how could he think you'd leave him? you'd wait, for years, lifetimes even, in order to meet him again, to love him and to experience everything with him again, as if it was the first time. you would trade the world for a chance to see him smile — as he would for you.

"were you not the one who called me his bride? how could i forget about my own husband? how could i not fall in love with you, over and over again — no matter what you choose to do, what sins you have committed?"

his sunset colored eyes welled up with tears as he held the hands that cradled his cheeks, holding it with so much affection in his touch. you love him. you remember him, remember your story — everything.

"you will always be my rafayel. my husband, my beloved, the one i would choose over and over again. i remember you, i remember our love."

under the light of the moon, you hold rafayel to your chest. his shaking form, much more raw and vulnerable than you remember it being. comfortable with being weak within your warm embrace, as he sheds tears he's held onto for centuries.

again and again and again, you would wait for one another's existence in search of the most devout, earnest love you have ever experienced.

"my beloved bride has returned to me."

🍎 pomme's notes — this is actually my first time writing for raf.. i hope i did him justice AGHHH i mostly play caleb/zayne so i don't really. romance raf (also because we have really similar personalities so romancing this guy feels like selfcest LMFAO)

this song was so good also.. i'll have to check out epic the musical.....

[callsign-relic]

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Silly thought but Lego optimus and regular human and es megs.. g/t². Combine the minifig and the bot g/t, nothing can go wrong (vore² if we're feeling spicy)

Also! I'm going to have to look into reading mtmte to finish my eel drabble,, assorted headcanons and snippets can only get me so far (brainstorm I'm coming for that ass)

ALSO ALSO!!! YOU GET IT!!! guh trying to navigate the forest of hair on swerve as he's just going about his day.. mmmmm the brainworms are being fed well

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