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it’s soooo hard to find a fic with good argument dialogue and your nightwing fic did it perfectly i was literally gagged !!! i would love if you wrote a bit more about the hooking up with jason part too 👀👀👀👀😛😛😛😛
a/n: I want you to know that I was giggling and kicking my feet reading this ask, thank youuu - yknow what they always say, ask you shall recieve 😛
flashback drabble for this
c/w: nsfw, 18+ minors DNI, some angst, some comfort, this time dick grayson gets cucked 😹
w/c: 1.5k (got a little carried away there oopise)
jason todd x fem!reader

Jason’s pace is punishing, relentless, and you think you might come from this alone.
If you close your eyes and tune out his grunts, you can almost pretend. Pretend the man getting you off is leaner, softer, and so much gentler. You can pretend the hands gripping your hips were slender, hewn by years of fighting, but still tender on your skin.
Jet black hair, but long and unruly instead of short and cropped, blue eyes still just as icy, but at least he looks at you like he loves you when he fucks you.
When he hits that spot again, you almost moan Dick’s name, but you recover quickly, pulling him down in a rough kiss that almost breaks the unforgiving pace he was setting with his hips.
Your nails are digging into the muscled skin of his back, his hips slamming against yours with every thrust, and Jason is sure he'll regret this tomorrow.

You really hadn't meant for this to happen.
You’d come to Jason’s upset and unfocused, singularly focused on getting as far away from Dick as possible.
So, of course, you do the only reasonable thing and leave Blüdhaven entirely in hopes of escaping your now-ex-boyfriend.
If Jason knew what had happened between you and his brother when he opens the door to his apartment, he didn’t comment on it. But Jason was nothing if not perceptive, and you were sure he would figure it out soon enough.
Ironically, it was also raining that day you’d left Dick’s, forcing you to show up on his doorstep, dripping all over his welcome mat like a wet cat in need of shelter.
“Why aren’t you at Dick’s. It's pouring.” Jason is direct, more of a statement than a question, arms crossed over his chest, as he surveys you suspiciously
“Thanks, Captain Obvious. Are you just gonna stand there and let me freeze to death, or are you gonna let me in?”, you say, arms wrapped around your form. You’re hoping the rain on your face and bite in your tone conceal the fact that you’d been crying.
Jason’s eyes narrow imperceptibly, and for a brief second, you think he’s going to tell you to fuck off and slam the door in your face. But he rolls his eyes as he opens the door wider and gestures for you to come in.
You walk into his foyer and stop at the entrance into the living room, watching as he disappears farther into his apartment.
You’re alone for a minute, standing and shivering in the cool of his apartment. You’re about to call for him when he reenters, towel in hand.
“Bathroom’s down the hall to the left. There’s some dry clothes for you in there too”, he says, holding out the towel
You don’t thank him as you take the towel, too focused on getting to the bathroom to peel the wet clothes off your skin and shower.
When you re-emerge, showered and warmer, you’re wearing a baggy shirt that you assume is Jason’s and women’s shorts that he most definitely got from a previous hookup.
He’s at the kitchen stove making something, and when he turns around, he’s holding a Superman mug filled with hot lavender tea. He gestures for you to sit at the kitchen counter, placing the mug gently in front of you when you're settled.
“Are you gonna tell me why you’re here now?”
You don’t answer, instead bringing the mug he placed down to your lips.
He doesn’t push you, so unlike Dick, who was never good at letting things go when it came to you.
He just watches you quietly, furrow in his brow, as he waits for you to answer.
You opt to ask him a question instead.
“Did you know Dick fucked Barbara?”
The surprise that flashes on his face tells you he didn’t, but he quickly schools his face back to impassiveness.
“Is that why you’re here?” he asks, his fingers twitching on the counter imperceptibly.
You ignore him again, eyes turned down as you take another sip of your rapidly cooling tea.
When you put down the mug, you finally look up at him, letting the steam curl between you both.
“We had an argument,” You say, fingers tracing the rim of the mug. Your eyes drop again, voice getting softer. “I didn’t want to be alone.”
��So you came here?” Jason asks again.
Your eyes narrow as you quickly look up at him, pushing the mug away and crossing your arms.
“Is that a problem…”
He shakes his head and barks out a short laugh, though there’s no mirth in his tone.
He looks up then, blue eyes boring into yours like he’s searching for an answer.
“No, V, I’m just wondering why you chose me.”
You take a few beats, silent for a moment as he scrutinizes you.
“You’ve been my closest friend for seven years”, you reply, hands returning to the mug to give them something to do.
He’s smiling that smile again, the one without any humor.
“Not since you started dating Dick.”
This time, you flinch, letting the statement land as you purse your lips.
Jason had come into your life when you first became a vigilante, met him as Robin when both of you were fourteen, then again at seventeen when he became the Red Hood.
By the time Jason returned from the dead, you were already dating his brother, two years enough of an eternity to mourn, recover, and move on for both of you.
It was always like this with you and Jason -the push and pull of your relationship like a moonlit ocean tide.
When you and Dick were on, Jason was a shadow to you, relegated to once-a-month phone calls and the occasional hangout.
When you were off, Jason was no longer a shadow. You’d take him off the dust-covered shelf, running back to him like nothing had changed, like you hadn’t not spoken to him in three weeks.
He knew it was personal. He understood the cost of the vigilante life better than most, but it didn't make it sting any less.
It sucked, yes, but Jason would take what he got from you, even if it was scraps.
He knew you needed him, so he’d let you come back, again and again, hoping that one of these times would stick.
And Dick, well… Dick’s relationship with his brother was complicated, strained by his death and subsequent resurrection as the Red Hood.
He knew Dick was a good guy. He was a great leader, an amazing brother, and a reliable friend. Everyone knew this. But none of that really mattered if you were a shit boyfriend.
Dick had never made you mad enough to come to Jason’s apartment this late, though.
“That’s not fair to say,” you say, though you’re not looking at him anymore.
“Isn’t it?” He challenges, arms leaving the counter to settle at his side
“Dick and I are done, Jason”, you say firmly, resolve steepled in your tone. “For real this time.”
“Really.” Another statement-question, one he asks because you know he doesn’t believe you.
“Yes. Really.” You say as you stand, moving to his side of the counter to dump the now-cold tea into the sink.
He’s facing you now as he laughs, low and mean, and you think you want to hit him. He would dodge it, of course, but you still want to.
He crosses his arms and leans against the counter, more on your level as he holds your eyes with his own.
“Prove it.”
You don’t even really know how it happened, but before you can process, you’re pulling Jason in to kiss you, hands fisted in his black shirt.
For the second time today, you think he’ll reject you, push you away, and tell you to stop, but he only responds by deepening the kiss, tilting his head to adjust his angle.
He kisses you hot and soft, hands moving over your body to pull you impossibly closer. Tongue moving against yours to say all the things he’s never been brave enough to voice.
His hands are on your hips next, raising you to sit on the counter and moving between your legs, one hand moving to grip the underside of your thigh.
He’s breathing hard when he pulls away for air, eyes unfocused and lust-blown.
He brings his hands back to your hips, fingers digging in to steady himself.
His touch isn’t soft—but it hesitates. Like he knows exactly what this is, and hates himself for not stopping it.
“We shouldn’t do this now, not when-”
“Jason, please.” Your voice is small, hands still fisted in the front of his shirt. “I just-“, you're stumbling over your words now, mind a bit scrambled, “I need to forget.”
You take another deep breath, regaining your bearings, “Just for a little while.
He was never really good at saying no to you.

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this is a part two to my previous johnny drabble... i think you can read it without reading the other and still understand but it'll make more sense if you read that one first :) enjoy
read part 3 here
mdni; this is suggestive from the beginning and straight up filthy by the end... 😈
you figure things are going to be different now that johnny's had you laid out naked on the floor in his room. you're almost put off by how normal he acts, though—maybe a little disappointed, if you really let yourself think about it.
it reminds you how little the night meant to him. he's probably used to it, you realize—fucking someone he works with, and then pretending nothing happened. he had a life before the fantastic four and you can only imagine how much worse he was back then. at least you didn't really fuck, but the difference feels negligible.
did it mean something to you? you try to ignore how much you think about it, but it's hard, especially when you're alone with him. you look at his annoying mouth stretched into a self-satisfied grin and can only picture how it felt when his lips were on you. they're much more useful that way, you think; at least then, he shuts up. well, kind of. he's certainly a dirty talker.
johnny is very good at hiding it—you're right, he does have some degree of practice in this field—but it becomes more difficult everyday. he's with you in your office in the morning and wonders what's really stopping him from crawling under your desk and eating the attitude right out of you. his hand brushes your thigh at dinner and it takes a lot to convince himself not to just rest it there.
it's like he has a devil and angel on his shoulders—the angel is him, but with reed's insufferably monotonous voice, and the devil looks a lot like you in that matching lace set he can't get out of his head.
a week passes and neither of you have brought it up, so you decide maybe he just wants to forget about it, despite the way he'd made clear how much he didn't want to directly after it happened. it's none of your business, you convince yourself. and it's probably better in a professional capacity for you to ignore this slip-up, anyway.
then, sue throws a party. it's for a charity, and you remember setting it up at the beginning of the month, but the time has passed you and when she starts talking about it you have to pretend you're just as prepared as she is. you want to blame johnny for distracting you from your job, but you know it's your fault.
it's a beautiful party. the baxter building is opened to the public—at least, to the guest list—and you hired a band to play live music, which reed seems to like very much. you decide to wear something a little more on the revealing side; nothing crazy, but enough to get some stares, some double-takes, just to make you feel good. you know there's only one guy you want to pay attention to you but you tell yourself it's not for him. that would be pathetic, right?
there's a bartender, too, and you spend most of your time talking to him, because the one guy you really want to talk to is off flirting with some redhead. and he looks good, too—he's wearing a crisp white dress shirt with the top few buttons undone, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, dress pants fitting him perfectly (a surprise, since all his bottoms seem to you on the verge of being too tight). his hair is tousled and the only way you can categorize it is a very put-together bedhead. the memory of tugging on the honey-blonde strands washes over you and you order another drink.
"tough night, huh?" the bartender comments, eyeing you with a little smile as he mixes your next drink. you sigh, propping your elbow onto the makeshift bar, leaning your chin into your palm. he's a handsome guy; dark brown hair, relatively tall, pretty eyes. not the worst company.
"...it's a very nice party," you say, as if you're trying to convince yourself of the fact. you haven't really answered him, but your response is enough of an answer in itself. the bartender looks up, dark eyes studying the crowd, and nods.
"mmhm. you don't seem to be enjoying it, is all."
he places your drink in front of you and you swirl the liquid around with the little black straw, sighing like a lovesick schoolgirl. you're already a bit tipsy, so you can't bring yourself to feel embarrassed at your obvious lack of excitement. you just hope nobody is paying enough attention to you to notice—nobody but your handsome conversation partner, that is.
but someone else has noticed. of course he has. how could johnny not be looking at you, when you look like that?
it was all he could do when he'd seen you, two hours earlier, walking in step with sue as you checked things off a clipboard, making sure the tower was ready for the event. he had thought a lot about what he'd say to you tonight; he wanted to talk about what happened, maybe orchestrate it happening again, but the sight of you took all the words from his overactive mouth, and for once he couldn't think of what to say.
"you okay?" ben had asked, sitting next to him in the kitchen. the smug smile on his face had been enough to let johnny know he didn't really care about the answer. "you look a little pale."
johnny had just scoffed, turning his whole body away from you, crossing his arms. it felt a bit childish but he did it anyway.
so now, johnny is stealing glances at you over the top of his whiskey glass, hoping the girl he's talking to doesn't notice. you're sat at the bar, leaning toward the stupidly handsome bartender, who's smiling at you in a way that irritates johnny immediately. he thinks this is your third drink; he lost sight of you for a few moments, but he doubts you had the time to chug another in that period.
you seem a little upset. johnny doesn't want to give himself too much credit but he hopes it's because of him. not that he wants to make you upset, but in his experience the degree of upsetness equates to how much you care. he hopes you care about him. the thought is scary so he takes another, longer sip of his drink, finishing it.
"oop, looks like i'm out," he says, flashing the girl a toothy smile. "i'll just be a second."
he makes a beeline for the bar now, knowing it's probably not a good idea to have two drinks in a row—especially because he can already feel the effects of the others he's had—but not really caring. the bartender sees him before you do. the guy turns his attention to his new customer, but doesn't move far enough away from you for johnny's liking. he bites his tongue and takes the seat beside you.
"johnny," you say, before he can think of something smart to greet you with. you sound a little drunk—nothing concerning, just bubbly, and your smile is more dazed than he's used to seeing. "having fun?"
johnny glances from you to the bartender, asks for something he knows is convulted and time-consuming, ignoring the guy's slightly annoyed expression. once the intruder is safely distracted making his drink, johnny puts his attention on you, and his body warms at your eye contact.
"yeah, yeah," he answers, clearing his throat. "you did a good job. with the whole thing. music is nice."
you giggle softly. johnny likes that sound. it's like wind chimes twinkling in the breeze. "sue did a lot of the planning, to be honest. i kind of forgot this was happening until yesterday."
johnny smiles, laughs under his breath. his hands are interlocked on the bar's surface and he's playing with his fingers as he watches you. you think for a moment that he's nervous, but the thought is ludicrous—johnny, nervous? never in a million years.
"isn't that your whole job? you know, organizing stuff?" he teases, because it sounds like something he would say if things were not so strange between you. he wonders if you even feel the strangeness—you've been acting perfectly normal all week, like he didn't just have his face buried in you, which ticks johnny off more than he wants to admit. it's not fair to expect you to acknowledge it if he won't, which he knows, but he's never been one to advocate for all that is fair.
you roll your eyes, but when you look back at him there's something soft, malleable. "i guess i've been a little distracted."
johnny's eyebrows twitch. he takes a deep breath, swallows hard, has to look away from you. "distracted, huh? that's no good."
you take a sip of whatever drink you've ordered and johnny wonders if he should tell you to slow down, but you're an adult. he doesn't want to parent you. plus, he hates when you tell him to slow down at things like this, and he doesn't want to ruin the delicacy of the moment.
he thinks very hard before he speaks. very, very hard.
"well, if you're ever feeling that way, and you really need to focus..." he starts, after a breath, spinning in the barstool so that his entire body faces you, "i'm always more than willing to help out."
johnny bites back a smile at the look on your face. god, you're adorable.
"more than willing, huh?" you repeat, and he watches, fascinated, as your tongue pokes out, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth for just a second. "i didn't know you were such a good samaritan."
he scoffs. "really? couldn't tell by my superhero status?"
you laugh, and the tension breaks just the slightest bit, but johnny doesn't want that—he wants it to be suffocating, wants it to be so strong you can't resist its pull.
"besides, you know i always get something out of helping you." he says it low, looking right at you, so it's impossible for you to miss what he's trying to say. you hear it, you see it; your smile falters and your eyelashes flutter when you blink at him. "i'm a pleaser."
people-pleaser, is what you know he should've said, but you also know johnny usually says what he means, even if that meaning is obscured. the alcohol in your blood makes you feel hot and you shift in your seat, ignoring the way your core starts to ache. god, you're easy, you think, but it doesn't stop you from playing johnny's game.
you're both standing and moving to somewhere with less lighting just a moment later. the bartender turns to place johnny's ridiculous drink in front of him only to see, with a frustrated huff, that he's gone. better add it to the tab.
he takes you to his room, because he 'doesn't feel like having to small talk a bunch of idiots', and no one will bother you in here. you're both sitting on plush chairs this time—your outfit is not made for you to be comfortably seated on the floor. you keep glancing at the spot where you were lying down as he made you see stars and hope he doesn't notice.
"that bartender was checking you out," johnny says, relaxing into his seat. his legs are spread and his head is tilted back, eyes low as they look at you. you're close enough that his knee brushes yours, but you ignore it as best you can.
"so?" you counter, shrugging. "he was cute."
you imagine this will annoy him, waiting for some sort of comically insulting quip, but all johnny does is stare at you. his head rolls to face the ceiling and you watch his adam's apple bob with a particularly hard swallow. a pregnant beat passes, a rare moment where you have no clue what johnny is going to say—usually, you can predict his conversational rhythm, but whatever this is, it's out of bounds.
"i can't stop thinking about you." he says it like it's nothing, like he's telling you what he had for breakfast or what he plans to do this weekend. your breath hitches, and he continues, eyes still trained on the ceiling. "when i saw you in that outfit i was hoping you wore it for me."
johnny's honesty shocks you, almost enough to coax you into being honest too—i did wear it for you. but even if he's being genuine, you know his ego is dangerously big, and if you inflate it anymore he might burst.
you want to play it cool, but your heart is hammering, and you can't think of anything you could possibly say that wouldn't result in you making another very big mistake. his head swivels to face you again, a crooked grin playing on his lips. you wish he wasn't so handsome.
"you look beautiful. makes me think about how beautiful you looked begging for me."
your stomach flips, your face boiling. johnny's hand is lazily reaching out to you, resting palm up on your knee. the skin-to-skin contact is light but it makes you feel dizzy.
"come here," he asks; too soft for a demand, and there's an unspoken please, his fingers flexing.
you can't bring yourself to say anything, so you take his hand.
johnny pulls you fluidly toward him, and now you're perched sideways on his lap, legs resting over his. your arm is over his shoulder because there's nowhere else to put it, but it brings your face even closer to his. he's smiling up at you, dazed, and his tongue traces his bottom lip, like he's trying to taunt you.
"johnny," you whisper; you meant for it to be louder, but your voice fails you. "this isn't a good idea."
his hand lets go of yours and falls to your thigh, rubbing gently up over your hips, to your waist, and back down again. his other is on the small of your back, keeping you secure against him. the drunkenness renders you a little more dumbfounded than you would've otherwise been and you think you might be in a dream.
"mm, right," he hums, almost absentmindedly. "but... you're still sitting here."
your eyes fall to his lips, and that's enough confirmation for him.
when johnny kisses you, you finally understand how he gets all those girls to come running back to him, even when he publicly shows them he doesn't care. it's slow at first, but so personal, so deep, you're immediately lost.
what you don't know is that johnny doesn't kiss every girl like that. sometimes he doesn't kiss them at all. he didn't kiss you last time, even though he wanted to, but now he can't resist it. kissing is a strangely intimate act to him, reserved only for the heat of the moment or when absolutely necessary. right now, it's neither of those things—or is it both?—and he's enjoying it more than he ever has.
he molds his lips to yours, his hand on your hip squeezing the flesh just barely before he moves to hold your head, thumb pressed against your chin, coaxing your mouth open. his tongue bullies inside and you moan at how soft it is. you start thinking about feeling his tongue elsewhere and pray he doesn't feel your thighs clench.
but he does. johnny feels it, and sighs into your mouth like he's wounded, pulling away only enough to breath. there's a little string of saliva stretching between you and his eyes darken when you lick your lips to get rid of it.
"i wanna touch you," he rasps, like he's been dying to say it since the beginning of the night. since the last time. since he met you. "let me, please. you know i'll make you feel good."
it pains you, because you do know. and you want it, more than anything you've ever wanted.
"okay," you say, like you're acquiescing, when in reality you've started to throb just thinking about his fingers on you. "okay."
johnny kisses you again, and his hand releases your face to trace down your collarbones, ending at the curve of your tits—he cups one, his thumb going in circles over where your nipple would be. you feel it hardening under his touch, and he must feel it too, even over the fabric. he's helping you take your top off in a second, unclasping your bra like he's done it a million times before; on second thought, he probably has.
he wants to take his time to admire you, play with you until you're squirming in his lap, but the drunkenness is making him feel rushed, urgent, like he has a finite amount of time before this bubble bursts. he bites you gently when his tongue pushes past your lips again, fingers pinching at your pebbled nipples just to soothe over them with his calloused thumb.
"you have the prettiest tits," johnny huffs, between kisses. he gets an idea then, when you keen into him; he pulls away from your mouth, quite reluctantly, and then he hoists you up by the waist, shifting you so you’re straddling him. his hands find purchase on your hips and he drags you forward; his bulge is pressed right up against the inside of your thigh now, and you're in awe at how hard he is.
you don't have time to ask what he's doing—his lips lock around your nipple, hot tongue circling it, and you let out a soft, surprised cry.
he hums, sending vibrations through your chest, making your hips twitch. you hate to beg him because you know it's what he wants but you can't help it. you tangle your fingers in his hair and scratch at his scalp, in a way that makes johnny feel weak.
"you’re being cruel," you breathe, staring down at him. he's looking up at you with something like affection and it makes you pant harder. "if you wanna touch me, you better do it."
you know he's not, not by a long shot—you know he could be crueler, the thought of which shockingly appealing to you.
but johnny seems to like what you've said, smiling even as he's got your tits in his mouth, hands grabbing at your ass. then, he pulls away with a soft pop, insufferable smirk stll playing on his flushed face.
"but i am touching you, sweetheart. gotta be a little more specific."
you huff. he is such a dick. any other man would be falling over himself, but he's so put together it frustrates you.
you kiss him this time, your tongue licking into his mouth; johnny is shameless in showing his appreciation, moaning against your lips, tilting his head so you can explore him a little deeper, palms flat on the curve of your ass. emboldened by how much he seems to like this, you drag your hips forward, over his clothed length—you're almost giddy at the sound he makes. it's like the groan gets caught in his throat, like he's trying not to let it out, but just can't help it.
"fuck," johnny breathes, when you pull away. his pupils are swallowing up all the color in his eyes. "keep doing that."
so you do; a little harder this time, but just as slow, and you don't stop. the tip of his dick catches against you and you gasp, a little high-pitched—johnny's lashes flutter and his head rolls back, hands pushing against you, trying to guide your movements. you're surprised, because he's almost enjoying it a little too much; like it's the first time he's been anything close to touched in a while.
you don't know, but it really has been a bit for him, a month and some change, he isn't counting. johnny has been very busy; that's what he tells himself, but the truth is he hasn't been able to make himself want anyone but you. he hasn't even really tried, to be honest.
it's almost like he knew he would get the chance to have you like this, and he was saving himself, making himself wait so it would be all the better when it finally happened. he's not really thinking about it like that in the moment, though—his mind is kind of going blank, edges blurring together, corners rounding.
johnny angles his hips up towards yours, so he can match the rhythm of your grinding. it somehow feels better like that, and your hands clutch at his shoulders when he surges forward for another kiss. it's breathier this time, more broken—you swear he's letting out whines into your mouth.
"shit, wait—" he finally mutters, tugging on your bottom lip as he pulls away from you. "you almost made me forget what i was gonna do."
truth is, johnny's a little scared he's gonna blow his load in his pants like a teenager if you keep going, so he has to find a way to redirect your attention.
it works beautifully, especially when his hand is moving over your stomach, and then down between your thighs. he watches you the whole time, making you feel extremely exposed. you realize that you're topless and he's still fully clothed, so you reach for the buttons of his shirt, managing to undo a few before he slaps your hand away, and rips through the rest.
you giggle in surprise, cheeks going hot at johnny's eagerness. you press your palms against the expanse of his chest and feel him take a sharp breath.
you're very good at distracting him, but johnny's not going to let himself get tied up this time. he fights through the way you're touching him and continues his task, hand slipping under your bottoms so he can cup your cunt. you shiver, and he presses his middle finger into the seam of your panties, feeling how wet you already are. god, he wants to fuck you, but that somehow seems more serious, and very irreversible. not that he can take any of this back. not that he wants to.
"was that guy really doing it for you, or is this all me?"
johnny tries to sound like he's in control but his voice is strained and a little debauched. you catch the way he says that guy, like he's disgusted at the idea of any other man coming close to having you like he does right now.
"shut up," you try, but it only makes him laugh, dark and breathy. he's rubbing up and down the seam now, soaking the fabric, teasing you the way he's quickly grown very fond of doing. he leans forward and hooks his face into your neck, sucking a bruise right beneath your ear.
"i don't think you really want me to. you seemed to like it when i talked before."
johnny pushes your panties, slowly sliding his middle into you. you feel his hot pants against your neck and let out a soft sigh. how is it that his mouth and his fingers both feel like heaven? you can't imagine them combined. you hope that you won't have to—that he'll just show you how good it feels. maybe next time.
"lucky for you, my mouth's not really occupied this time, so i can talk all you want," he whispers, finger slowly finding a rhythm, palm pressing up into your clit. you whimper softly, eyes fluttering shut—your hands tug at his hair, almost trying to keep him in the crook of your neck, so he won't be able to see how much you're enjoying his touch. (even though it might already be too late for that.)
"i've thought about this so long." your breath hitches at his confession, at his tone of voice, suspiciously unguarded. "wanted this so long."
wanted you, is what you hear, and you bite your bottom lip to stop from moaning out loud. your hips start to grind into his hand and johnny's other comes up to play with your tits, licking at your pulse point.
"you make me fuckin' crazy, sweetheart," he sighs, like finally saying it has lifted a weight from his chest. "you make me pathetic. sometimes i get hard just looking at you. or hearing your pretty voice."
johnny slips another finger inside you and your back arches into him, breathy whimpers shamelessly escaping you, because he's right—you do like it when he talks. you like it a lot. he's got a dirty mouth, but it's laced with something soft, pliable, like he's bearing himself open to you, even though you're the one being touched.
he lifts his head from you and you're forced to make eye contact. there's something dangerously similar to adoration in his gaze and it makes you shiver.
"but you never notice. even now, you're looking at me like you're surprised." his fingers curl inside you, picking up pace, and your head falls to his shoulder. he lets you, even though he would really rather see your beautiful face as you're falling apart.
"what's a guy gotta do, huh? how do i prove to you, how fuckin' badly i want you?" johnny's tone is teasing but it's just in his nature—he really means what he says. he'd do anything you asked him to do to you. god, he'd let you do anything to him.
"johnny," you whine; you don't know how to say anything else. "you—just—"
he laughs at your inability to really tell him what you want to say—he doubts you have anything you want to say at all. "what is it, honey? you wanna cum? c'mon, tell me. i'll give you whatever you want."
his palm grinds hard and slow into your clit, a sharp contrast to the way he's fucking you on his fingers in earnest now. you let out a shaky moan, hips struggling to keep rhythm with his movements.
"yes, please—" you gasp, forcing yourself to face him again. "please, i wanna cum."
johnny's eyes flash so dark your stomach drops. a drawn out groan of surprised disappointment leaves you when he's suddenly retracting his fingers, pulling them out of your panties. you open your mouth to beg him to keep going, but then he's bringing his glistening digits to his lips, and you watch as his eyes flutter shut, tasting you on his own skin.
"you are such a freak," you huff, chest heaving.
he smiles at you but it doesn't quite reach his eyes, because he's already hoisting you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. he makes it to his bed in three hurried strides, lies you down on the mattress, and is between your legs before you can complain.
he takes your bottoms off in record time, and your panties, throwing them haphazardly onto the floor. then, his mouth is on you again, and it feels somehow better than the last time—your hips lift up to chase his tongue, a depraved moan escaping you. you hope the music is loud enough.
johnny is not being as careful as he was last time. last time, he was trying to pick you apart, but this time he's already been pieced apart himself, and he's lost in you. he's eating you out like he hasn't had a morsel of food in days, like he's sick and you're the only thing that can make him feel better. your hands are tangled in his hair, tugging to the point of pain, but he just groans into you when you do it, hips jutting forward like he's so turned on he can't contain himself.
it's overwhelming, and you're on the brink of cumming before you can really process it.
"j-johnny!" you keen, hips squirming against him. he's not even bothering holding you down this time, hands grabbing at your thighs to keep himself pressed between them. "oh fuck, i'mgonnacum—!"
your vision whites out, legs tensing around johnny's head so tight you're afraid he's gonna suffocate. he'd like nothing more, and wraps his arms around your thighs to keep you there, makes sure he gets his fill, even as you're gasping and telling him it's too much.
three very loud knocks on his bedroom door make you both freeze, and he finally lets you go—you can't tell if you're relieved or disappointed. you make startled eye contact; johnny just raises his finger to his mouth, telling you to be quiet.
"yeah? i'm kind of busy," he calls, slowly walking around the bed and approaching the door. you sit up on shaky arms, eyes following him. your chest is still heaving, and your brain is lit up with fog, like the night sky right after fireworks.
"doing what? you better not be jerking off in there." you let out a heavy sigh of relief. it's just ben. you know the hulking man is just a sweetheart at his core and would never come in johnny's room unannounced.
johnny looks to you and then back to the door, smile trembling like he's trying to keep in a laugh.
"so what if i was? it's my room, jackass."
ben groans. "just come out, man. sue's looking for you."
you think you're safe, but then ben doubles back, and reminds johnny that you put in a lot of work for this event, and that it would probably hurt your feelings to know he was cooped up in his room hating it. your face grows hot, like that's what really embarrasses you and not the way johnny's face is still casually slick with your heat.
"just be nice to her, alright? she's a very sweet girl."
if only ben knew just how nice johnny had been to you tonight, he thinks, but he just laughs to himself and listens for retreating heavy footsteps.
a beat of awkward silence passes. you let your head fall to the mattress and squeeze your eyes shut, exhaustion and slight regret warring in your body. you're almost upset you don't regret it more.
"so," johnny starts, breaking the quiet. "we should probably get out of here, right? they're gonna be suspicious if we're both gone too long. "
there it is. he's about to pretend nothing happened again, to pretend he didn't say all those things to you, pretend he didn't touch you with reverence saved only for an intimacy you hadn't been familiar with until this. your head is starting to hurt. you're certainly beginning to regret it more now.
"right," you say, "we should get out of here." you force yourself to sit up, stand, walking toward your clothes so you can get dressed again. you expect johnny to move toward his closet and grab another shirt—the one he'd been wearing is lying torn on the floor—but he only watches you, hands on his hips.
"right," he finally echoes. "but... you know. you should probably go first. i need... a couple minutes."
you turn to him, about to ask why, but then your eyes fall to the unmistakable print in his pants, and the small wet stain right where his tip would be. you almost feel badly for blueballing him twice in a row, but not badly enough to suppress your laughter.
"really? a couple minutes, that's all it takes you?"
he scoffs, but there's a grateful smile on his face. "i wouldn't tease, sweetheart. it's not like you've been lasting much longer."
something in you feels emboldened by the things he's whispered to you tonight. you stare at him and a teasing smile plays on your lips, eyes still a little blissed out.
"maybe next time, i'll help you out. we'll see who lasts longer."
you adjust your top and go to walk past him, but johnny catches your arm, and pulls you in. you're surprised when he kisses you. it's soft, unhurried, not as desperate. you feel an uncomfortable ache in your chest when you pull away. there it is again, the adoration in his eyes; this time, he blinks, and it's gone.
"right," johnny whispers, against your lips. "next time."
and when you walk out of his room, glancing down the hallway in both directions to be safe, you can't help the giddy butterflies in your stomach at the thought. next time.
#x reader#fem!reader#marvel#marvel smut#johnny storm#johnny storm x reader#johnny storm x you#johnny storm x y/n#fantastic four#fantastic four 2025#the human torch#human torch#human torch x reader#human torch x you#fantastic four x reader#fantastic four x you#smut#marvel fic#marvel cinematic universe#marvel x reader#marvel x you#marvel x y/n#marvel fanfiction#mcu x reader#johnny storm smut#fantastic four smut#drabbles#smut drabble
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another fourth wing/fantasy au with satoru gojo after the previous sukuna one ♡ these is a small drabble inspired and motivated by quick thoughts and the will to write and create again !
i hope i get to write more in the next few weeks, months etc. i recently got a new job (not a lawyer anymore, but as a legal counsel at the supreme court -not in the usa lol-), so i hope it brings me the necessary peace to offer you quality content!!
tw! fluff, a bit of smut, gojo being gojo, female reader!
divider by @saradika-graphics !!
laidback, cocky, annoying at times and naturally talented dragon rider! satoru gojo obsessed with intelligent, dedicated and reliable scribe reader! that does not entertain his antics.
dragon rider! satoru gojo who comes wherever you are, clasroom, study, dining hall, your bedroom, after every mission to sit on your desk to tell you very unecessary details that he claims to be "crucial and essential" for your report.
- So as I was saying I was on Nanami's left side because it's my best profile, but as I was on Sukuna's right side, I discovered that.. my best profile was both!!! Don't you think so, pretty girl?
- What I think is that it does not quite benefit the report. You said, a long and desperate sigh leaving your lips.
dragon rider! satoru gojo that sits quietly and listens carefully when it is your turn to speak in class, with nothing but admiration and a bit of pride, silently clapping after every single one of your intervention.
- Such a mission does not require the entire wing to fly, contrary to what Geto suggested. As a matter of fact, it would be best to split them in half considering their qualities and signets, with one party standing on the ground to focus on on-ground activities while the other...
- That's my girl! he would whisper in your ear the second you finished, leaning forward from behind your seat before getting ready to leave the room.
- For the tenth time today, I am not your girl, Satoru.
- You just don't know that yet. He winked at you, leaving class with a smirk/grin plastered on his face, all for you.
dragon rider! satoru gojo that catches you sleeping very, vert late at night in the library and carries you to your room, whispering sweet nothings and softly scolding you for overworking this fantastic brain of yours and not having enough fun, pressing a soft kiss on your temple when he puts you to bed.
dragon rider! satoru gojo whose antics did not grow on you, but his kindness and vulnerability slowly did.
dragon rider! satoru gojo that loves taking care of you and attend to your needs, especially in the intimacy, his long and slender fingers expertly roaming over your body and your folds, his teasings never leaving.
- You should write down in my report folder that only I can make you cum around my fingers alone~ he purred in your ear, his breath tickling your sensitive neck as he kept his ministrations going, his thumb pressing on your clit while his fore and middle finger were deep inside you, reaching for your orgasm in a melody of moans.
dragon rider! satoru gojo who lost all his composure as your lips left delicate kisses along his cock and mouth dared to entirely welcomed.
- You know, I should probably write down in my report how I made you cum with my mouth alone in 27 seconds~
- But t-that didn't happen, I thought scribes were to assess the past and the present, not make s-something up.
- You just don't know that yet. Start counting.
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himezoro (c)
#jjk headcanons#jjk x reader#jjk au#jjk fluff#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen headcanons#jujutsu kaisen au#jujutsu kaisen drabbles#satoru gojo x reader#gojo x reader#gojo smut#satoru gojo smut#gojo x yn#jjk x yn#satoru smut
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Halloween Fic!!!!!!!
this is SO vague that I haven't even narrowed down the possibilities so you get a five for one special!
the runner-ups for this year's Halloween fics are:
Until Dawn AU - set in high school, Jyn has a crush on Cassian but because she's a well-adjusted mature teen girl, she can't handle it and has always been a major bitch to him, and Cassian always assumed she hated his guts but had no idea why. unfortunately, they do have several friends in common, which is how they find themselves up in the snowy mountains at the Organa family cabin during winter break with the rest of their friends. not a parent in sight. Jyn starts to wonder if she might finally be brave and make her move, but unfortunately for them, there are man-eating wendigos werewolves living on this mountain...
Zombie AU - just vibes. possibly a sequel to my previous zombie au wherein Jyn goes through the fever phase after being bitten and Cassian helps her through it
The Champion - just a little drabble, an older idea revived. medieval fantasy setting. Cassian is investigating a series of strange disappearances in a little mountain village when he's captured and sacrificed by a bloodthirsty cult working for an old forgotten god who they want to revive. but in death, Cassian meets Jyn, another forgotten god, who tells him of this cult's plans and what catastrophe it'd bring if they succeeded. she brings him back from the dead with the mission to find where her body had been buried centuries ago so she can return and stop this other god's evil plans
The Demonologist - Jyn is a journalist, Cassian is a demonologist. for Halloween, she's writing an article about the paranormal, specifically about ghosts and demons, and seeks him out for an interview. it goes well so Cassian offers her the opportunity to come with him to investigate the alleged haunting of a creepy old mansion and see how he operates in the field. Jyn jumps at the chance, of course, even if she's really skeptical about ghosts and demons actually existing. but that weekend at the Mothmas is gonna make her question everything. including who Cassian Andor really is....
The Mortuary Assistant AU - Jyn is hired to be Cassian's assistant as a mortician but she soon begins to notice odd things happening around the morgue. noises, whispers, lights flickering, things disappearing... even strange apparitions. her new boss is so strange and withdrawn as well and she gets the feeling he's hiding something. she convinces herself it's nothing but when she's attacked at the morgue one night by... something that looked more like a creature than a human, Cassian is forced to confess that demonic beings are using their morgue as a portal between their world and ours, and right now, he - and now Jyn - are the only thing standing between them and the rest of the world. if she wants to survive the fight, she's gonna have to trust him. too bad she feels like there's yet more he's not telling her...
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day 11: credit ⛔️
“To my credit, it wasn’t all my fault,”
protested Turko.
Nelyo sighed. Káno stomped his foot, holding up his ripped and mud-stained papers. “Yes, it is! Turko’s supposed to watch Huan, it’s his dog!”
Turko growled. “Maybe you shouldn’t leave your scribbled sheet music out in the open! You watch your own things!”
“How is this my fault!? Nelyo, tell him it’s not my fault!”
Curvo materialized at the door, his head cocked disinterestedly. “Káno, keep it down, will you?” he said coldly. “I’m trying to work at the moment.”
Nelyo groaned. “Eru, why must I deal with you gremlins?
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“To my credit, it wasn’t all my fault,”
muttered Celegorm.
Maglor slammed his fist on the table. “It wasn’t all your fault? It wasn’t all your fault!?”
Celegorm and Curufin winced before Maglor’s threatening voice. “We were only trying to—” Celegorm started.
“What happened to both Finrod and Thingol’s daughter was all your fault, and you know it!” Maedhros shouted, his face twisted in fury. “I cannot believe how absolutely horrible you two are!”
Curufin scoffed. “We were trying to help, dear brother. Nargothrond would have been—”
Maedhros stood up. “I have had enough of you two.”
He walked out.
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<- day 10: serenade 💗 | day 12: scones 🥐 ->
all drabbles
#drabblechallengemay2025#not as happy with today's drabbles#but again the 100 word count was really messing with me#i like the challenge though!#idk if it's been confusing#for this drabble and the previous drabbles#as i've added no caption as to when it all happens#so#the first drabble always takes place in the years of the trees valinor#the second drabble takes place sometime in beleriand#during the first age or so#i like to use the same dialouge at the beginning#to show the contrast between the before and the after#i rambled in the tags again#heh#lemme start actually tagging#maedhros#maglor#celegorm#curufin#silm#the silm#silmarillion#the silmarillion#didn't tag the characters' alt names (maitimo nelyafinwe etc.) bc tumblr doesn't let me do more than 30 tags
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Dan Heng's diary

about Caelus
yes, he is messy. but he won't harm others. yes, he is childish. but he won't be convinced into committing an unforgiving crime. yes, he digs through trash cans with an aspiring passion. but he will never blame me for his mistakes. yes, he is a human equivalent of a raccoon. but he is clever, he is kind and warm and will not allow others to take advantage of him. and he is loyal to the bone and when he kisses me... when I kiss him, sometimes I feel like he blushes more than me. how does it feel like to kiss a star? he is one giddy star. the type that giggles with a boyish charm when I kiss him goodnight. a bright star with abnormal warmth and I can't help but gravitate to him. to seek his body next to mine. which he is almost always eager to do. my cuddly Caelus. my... just. just cuddly Caelus. despite his preference for a soft bed, he always sleeps on the hard floor in the archive with me. one pillow, one blanket.
weirdly, he is quieter than me. I still recall his silence when he saw my Vidyadhara form. days later he explained that he was shocked... and found me extremely attractive.
"they look like popsicles"
"is that why you wish to see my original form?"
"no, it is so I could do this!"
it was a strange sensation. him licking my horns. it is little to say I was surprised. yes, he does out-of-pocket things. but he only has the best intentions and means no harm.
thanks to him I feel more comfortable in it. although, I only relax in that form when I sleep. it requires concentration to appear the way I usually do.
Caelus is also a menace in the way he will wake me up by nibbling on my neck, leaving small bite marks.
"in my defense, I like the way you sound when I do" he would usually use as an excuse.
Pom-Pom told me Caelus was soon getting his own room. that they have been working on a new part of the train. he seems excited about it. overjoyed even. he kept asking if that meant that he was getting a roommate.
last night, Caelus insisted that I share the room with him. promising to buy turquoise or blue sheets and play water sounds so that it may feel like the archive. ... he is adorable. my Caelus
first night in his room. what a messy sleeper. and cute in the morning. I woke up before him, which is rare. the room was chilly so I got my hands under his shirt and cuddled more for warmth. strangely I was woken up by him rubbing my scalp and leaving kisses on my forehead. I fell more in love with him that morning. the reasoning behind his actions he voiced with big golden eyes and a rough morning voice, "I'm happy". loving him feels easy.
"you like the room that much?"
"no, I'm not talking about the room."
"don't lie, you were practically screaming when you heard you're getting a room."
"okay, okay- maybe~ but screw the room if you're not with me."
yes, he is messy. but he won't break my heart.
(about Yingxing pt. 2)
#dan heng is v obviously comparing caelus to yingxing btw!#cos canonically he has a lot of memories from his previous reincarnation#cuties#i love them#dancae#dan heng x caelus#dan heng x trailblazer#mention of dan feng x yingxing#hsr#honkai star rail#mention of pom-pom#astral express#fluff#drabble#gay boys on a train#imbibitor lunae#divider cr: milklemondrop
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Redo
contents: medical torture, gore, sadistic whumper, sutures, veeery incorrect surgical practices
"Get on the table."
"Please, I don't want to do it again-"
"Get up."
"Please.. Just let me rest- Just give me a day- Please-"
The Doctor grabs him by the wrist and hauls him up onto the operating table. He tries to resist, only to feel his muscles give out after each pull.
After restraining him, they pull up his gown to inspect the half-healed incision across his abdomen. They run a finger along the seams. It's rough, poorly stitched together, the skin a sick shade of red from inflammation.
"You did a horrible job, really." the Doctor says mockingly.
"How the fuck did you expect me to do that anyway? You cut me open and want me to just sew myself up?"
"Alright, you have a point." The Doctor laughs, and presses down on the wound. The Patient gasps through his teeth, trying not to make more noise.
"So here's the plan. I'll give you antibiotics so you don't die of an infection. And you're going to redo all of this."
The Patient's heart drops. He can't do this again. He barely managed last time, and it didn't even heal right. He can't do this again.
"Just sterilize the skin, pick out the old sutures, and stitch it back together." the Doctor says with enough indifference to make his stomach turn. "And do it right this time."
He starts begging - mostly unintelligable pleas for mercy and panicked half-words between gasps for air.
"As much as I enjoy seeing your bare hands digging around in your own entrails, I should probably give you gloves this time."
Realising his pleas are futile, his mind starts wandering, trying cope with the reality slowly setting in. Staring off into the distance while the Doctor pulls latex gloves onto their hands, their head blank and imagining it's over, just let it be already over-
Snap.
"Hey. You don't get to fucking dissociate. Get to work."
" 'm sorry Doctor-"
They hand him a pair of scissors, which immediately slip out of his clammy hands covered with gloves, hitting the ground with a deafening clang.
"Jesus Christ, pay attention."
He's picking out the pieces of thread from the skin, almost fused together. The latex glove on his hand feels foreign and way too slippery to be precise.
"Don't hold your breath. You're going to make yourself pass out."
His hands are shaking and his body flinches each time they touch the wound. He struggles against his mind screaming at him to stop.
"Yeah, good. Like that."
The Doctor's words seem to reverberate in his skull, the only thing grounding him to reality as he unwinds the long, continous suture.
"Good, keep going."
He tries his best to stay collected, but his hands can't seem to stop shaking. Nausea crawls up his throat as the piece of thread he has to keep pulling through the skin gets longer as he goes, what a horrible feeling-
"Keep your focus. Gentle."
He's trying but good god why won't it stop shaking-
"Steady your hands. You'll fuck it up again."
His brain cannot compute at this point, only registering the white-hot flashes of pain. Everything seems to melt together, his hands working in sluggish autopilot as dark spots start clouding the edges of his vision.
The Doctor watches him finish the job, amused by the look of concentration and horror on his face. He blinks hard, trying to stop himself from passing out.
"Good job. Okay. Calm down. Irrigate the wound with this." they hand him a bottle with a nozzle attached.
"Fuck no. Fuck-"
"It's just saline."
"No- nononono please I can't do- I can't do this-"
"God. Just let me then." they take the bottle from his hand, and squirt it into the freshly reopened wound. He inhales a high pitched scream, throwing his head back in agony, trying not to reflexively curl up and flinch away.
"Okay. That looks clean enough for me. Now you can do the stitches."
"Can we wait please- ple- please I can't do this right now- I can't-"
"Come on. Just like we practiced."
"I can't- I'm going to throw up."
"No you aren't."
They gag, but the mere movement proves to be too painful, and there really isn't anything in their stomach to get rid of. His sobs start to fill the room. Broken, ragged breaths and words that sound like attempts at begging. His mind races, trying to find ways to make them stop, but really-
"Get. It. Together."
there's no escape.
#medical whump#medwhump#sadistic whumper#evil doctor whumper#hehehehe#kind of a follow up to my previous doctor/patient drabble#i was thinking whether to give these guys names but i decided not to#tjeyre called doctor and patient . thats it#i plan on writing more abt them soon:)#vesper writes
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es being in CONPLETE and utter denial that their prisoners care for them and vice versa. This could be humor and/or angst. Like the prisoners have a whole birthday for es, they bring them back to their room when they pass out, etc. And still, es is like "uhm. Yeah so my prisoners DEFINITELY hate me for the verdicts and stuff" while ignoring a letter on their desk that says "we care for you!!"
They really are the most in-denial child you've ever met -_- I really hope the give-your-warden-a-hug trend continues through the vds, but I'm doubtful 😅 I got hooked on the birthday idea, especially since they don't have an official-official one. I tried to keep a balance of angst and lightheartedness, with the ending ambiguous enough to satisfy either hehe... (Also featuring a quick reference to the last angst piece where Es came down with a fever, but not meaningfully a sequel)
Es awoke on their birthday cold, sore, and crying out in fear.
They’d fallen asleep at their desk (which hadn’t been an issue the first few times when their neck and shoulders weren’t pinched up in pain.) Jackalope denied any fiddling with the prison’s temperature, but they still believed this chill wasn’t normal. Neither was their sharp increase in nightmares…
They shoved their notebooks aside, knocking against the desk’s lamp with a clatter. Es knew they had no right to feel so bitter. It wasn’t as if it was their real birthday. Today marked the day Milgram had begun, but they had joined the others scoffing at Mahiru’s suggestion that it could be considered the day “Es” was born.
And now, there was no one around to push it.
They arrived for breakfast in their rumpled uniform. Sure enough, no one spoke a word as they picked at some cereal. Yuno was the only one to make an odd comment after they stood, heading to the hallway.
“Back to work already? Maybe you should take today off. It’s… a good day to relax.”
“I’m fine, Yuno. There’s a bit more to get done,” they lied.
Milgram’s paperwork and logs had been turned in weeks ago. Everything currently strewn across their desk was there for personal use. It was better to continue their endeavors in the privacy of their own room rather than be an annoyance out here.
“If you say so…” her voice lilted with a lightness Es hadn’t heard in a long time. “Just try and take one break out here, okay? We don’t want a repeat of last time, hehe~”
They nodded, her cheery tone only plunging them deeper into shame. The prisoners had every right to ensure they didn’t overwork themselves again. It must have been infuriating to be expected to care for their own warden. They had to spend a whole week watching over some helpless child who’d dragged their prison into despair.
That night, Mikoto further drove in the knife by repeating the request cheerily. He brought them a plate of dinner, stopping the door with his foot when they tried to shrug off his comments.
“Just a little change of scenery,” he prodded. If even he was offering advice about overwork, the prisoners must have been desperate.
“Alright.” Es glanced down at the plate, knowing it would be going straight to the garbage given their current appetite. Something sweet sounded more palatable, but that would only sound childish to admit. “I’ll come out to grab some tea in a minute.”
The prison felt oddly quiet when they finally honored their word. They crept from the corridor into the kitchen. Es thought Jackalope maintained control of the meals, but the new mess of dishes told them the prisoners had made something on their own. Es felt a pang of guilt for throwing out their dinner; it may not have been as fur-infested as they originally thought.
They made their tea as silently as possible. The ache had returned to their muscles and temples. All they wanted to do was curl up on the couch in their room, grab a blanket to stave off this chill, and cry as silently as they could manage into their tea.
As Es approached their quarters, they realized they wouldn’t be so lucky.
The door to their quarters stood open a crack, voices of the prisoners rising up from inside.
“Hurry up! They’ll be back any minute now.”
“I thought you told them to leave their room?”
“I don’t think they were really buying it...”
Es already figured out the motive was out of selfishness rather than concern, but the betrayal still stung. They were the Warden, after all – they should have been far above falling victim to some mutinous plot to ransack their bedroom.
They took a measured breath. Their plans would need to wait. Es placed their tea on the ground, straightening out their uniform. They mustered up all the authority they could by lifting their chin and making the most of their height. They closed the gap to the doorway and hoped the stomping of their boots announced their arrival with enough intimidation.
“And just what do you think you’re do–”
“Surprise!”
Es’ mouth hung open, the rest of their lecture falling away into complete bafflement. Their room had been transformed with homemade materials: paper chains hung like party streamers above. Colored crafts were strewn about, in various shapes but with a clear rabbit theme. The books on their desk had been cleared away to make room for a cake, on which Kazui was hurriedly lighting some colorful candles. The icing displayed a shaky-handed drawing of Jackalope’s face.
“Happy birthday!” Muu beamed at them, unwavering even through her horrid veil. She linked her arms through theirs to drag them forward. “Didn’t we do such a good job?”
“I – what? My birthday…?”
Mikoto shrugged. “It’s close enough.”
“We figured you’d had enough bad surprises lately.” Kazui gave a guilty laugh. “We thought we owed you a nice one.”
Es’ shoulders sank. “No. You don’t owe me anything.”
“That’s good,” Amane said, “because Fuuta-san completely ruined your cake.”
“It’s going to taste fine! If you actually helped with the icing, maybe it wouldn’t look so bad…”
“I was busy making the chain.”
“Oh, that’s right!” Muu said. “We couldn’t surprise you with gifts, since you see our requests. But it was fun making decorations. We still don’t really know what you like, but we know you and Jackalope get along, so we thought you might like rabbits.”
They blinked. “Ah. Where is Jackalope?” There was no way he’d allow all this. After all, he was the one who specifically told them that a Warden of Milgram has no birthday, or age, or anything else to call their own. It was easier that way, he said. Es had agreed, at the time.
The others looked away nervously, but Yuno kept up her bright smile. “Kotoko’s cell. She never does party stuff like this, but I think she still wanted to help. She’s looking after him a bit.”
That sounded like a terrible idea. Es should go make sure he was still in one piece. Then again, what were a few more minutes to understand the situation…?
They eyed the cake. Though the decoration wasn’t the highest quality, there seemed to be a lot of work put into the dessert. “I thought you all were above petty bribery.”
“I told you they’d be a baby about it.” Fuuta crossed his arms. “No kid likes their birthday to be a big deal.”
Yuno flicked his ear. “Every kid likes that! You’re just the weird one.” Before he could complain, she turned the attention to the flickering candles. “Now, you should make your wish!”
“Mm-hm. Muu won’t eat it if it gets gross candle wax in it.”
The Warden shouldn’t sit around and share a cake with the prisoners under them.
Kazui said, “it has berries in the filling – your favorite. At least, I thought you mentioned something like that to Shidou-san.”
The Warden should recall information about the prisoners, not the other way around.
“How does that sound?”
“That sounds…”
The Warden shouldn’t have a birthday, to begin with.
They tried to get a hold of their trembling voice. “That sounds…” Their throat squeezed itself tight. The others’ eyes widened. They started to cry.
“Oh, Warden-kun!”
“I told you, you’ve been working too hard!”
“Here, let’s get you some cake.”
“It’s okay!”
Es wanted to demand everyone stop with the coddling and the childishness. They didn’t need all this fake concern. But they were outnumbered – too many arms pulled them in and patted their back to fend off. Amane used a sheet of paper to blow out the candles, cutting a slice early.
Es was ushered over to the couch. With all the bodies around them, it felt warmer here. The plate of desert landed right into their hands.
“I… I don’t understand,” they said at last. “It’s not even my birthday. And even if it was, none of us are getting any older. After everything… I mean… You know I don’t deserve this.”
They hung their head. Yuno let out a drawn-out sigh, and they waited for her to agree with them.
Instead, she nudged them playfully. “I know that everyone deserves something sweet on their birthday. And some company, no matter the homicidal status…” Es didn’t expect so many chuckles from the group. “And a wish.”
Amane reached over to place a half-melted candle into their slice. She lit it.
It was mere flattery, they reminded themself. These prisoners had no reason to care, other than to get on Es’ good side in hopes of skewing their verdicts. There was nothing special about it – anyone would do the same.
They looked at the gazes surrounding them. Their smiles weren’t forced. But how could anyone tell what was real, anymore? They curled their legs up under them.
Es closed their eyes, and made a wish.
#milgram#es#+ little appearances from#yuno kashiki#fuuta kajiyama#muu kusunoki#kazui mukuhara#amane momose#mikoto kayano#i hate adding to the trend of leaving kotoko out of things because shes too mean but i genuinely dont think shed enjoy something like this#but still want to help -- even betrayed by es she has sympathy seeing everything theyre going through#when your prisoners throw you a surprise bday party and bake you a cake and you still can only believe theyre bribing you 😔👍#was the wish 'i love my friends and wish this could last forever :)'#or 'i know these people fucking hate me and i wish all this would just end' 😭#or secret third thing#i love giving es a ton of random paperwork because What does this child need to do?? who knows but more paperwork be upon ye!!!#buuuut i decided to be semi-realistic this time and admit theyre taking notes and planning verdicts all for personal use#i assumed the nightmare was about the previous deaths (we love being haunted by ghosts of people you think youre responsible for killing 👏)#but i suppose it could be a lot of things rip...#if the es fans know what theyre favorite food may be lmk!! i chose berries because those are rabbits' favorite fruit hehe#the pudding minigram makes me think they have a bit of a sweet tooth so theyd be down for skipping dinner just to get something sugary#anyway thank you so much for the request!!#i always love writing es (and even if theyre not 100% accepting it) i love writing them being given some love :')#drabbles
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THE FAIRY DALE POST

(Credit to @zennyzach / @perisprinkles for this certified banger)
Hi what’s up hello, decided to do this separately from the previous question so it would be easier for those who want to avoid it to do so dndbdhdhdjdjbh
to all the Dale fans out there, I’m sorry to admit that I am not among you- as much as I appriciate what an accurate depiction of an emotionally abusive parent he is, I am NOT manifesting a redemption arc for his ugly ass, and hope that Dev gets to stand up to him in a BIG way in the shows future 🥰
Anyway: Is Dale Still a shoddy father in the Fairly normal Parents AU?-
YES. He’s WORSE, actually!! ☠️
Trust me when I say the read-more is necessary here- PLEASE read the content warnings before deciding to proceed- covering fairy Dale and Fairy Devs relationship requires me breaking away from the wholesomeness of the rest of the AU to cover some darker topics-
CONTENT WARNINGS: dalepreg, mild NSFW text, unwanted pregnancy, references to pregnancy termination, emotional abuse, parental neglect, manipulation, unhealthy parental relationships, Dale Dimmadome in general
Okay, with that out of the way-
One important thing to note about my swap au is that, in the time period the ask blog takes place, ALL the faires are adults! Which I point out only to explain why, at this point in the story, Dev has ALREADY had his gigantic falling out with his father (that’s, tbh, pretty similar to the one I like to think HUMAN Dev eventually has in my personal hc timeline for him) SO YEAH, Dev and his father are currently NOT on speaking terms, and he really dislikes talking about him (Perry has never so much as learned Dale’s NAME. He’s that secretive about it after storming out and getting cut off, but I’m getting ahead of myself snsbdbdbd)
SO, TO START AT THE BEGINNING- Something I have yet to discuss in the ask blog bc we aren’t far enough in the plot yet for Dev to openly speak about magic (yes, plot ☠️) is the fact that Poof’s role as the “first fairy baby in a thousand years” actually belongs to FOUR faries in the swap AU- Dev, Hazel, Winn and Jasmyn!
(Aaand maybe some other kids from ANW too, it’s not carved in stone yet how many characters this includes 🤷)
The reason that so many fariy babies were born at ONCE- (inciting PURE CHAOS in fairyworld, I’m sure) is due to an anti-magical comet passing over fairyworld (which I have not yet worked out the name and specifics of, yall will have to give me til Hazel arrives to get THERE sbdbxjshdjdjjdd 😂)
BASICALLY the anti-comet, unbeknownst to anyone, weakened and warped the magic spell in place that prevented fairy babies from being possible-
-go ahead and assume this middle part for yourself lmao-
Once the pregnancies start making themselves know. FOR THE MOST PART fairy couples are ECSTATIC to learn that they’re expecting- and because the comet violated nothing in Da Rules, they were ALL allowed to keep thier miracle babies (don’t ask abt Antony wheeze, I’m still thinking abt it tbh 😂)
So all of fairyworld is abuzz with excitement about all the expecting miracle parents… with the exception of one. Dale ‘Day-breaker’ Dimmadome, owner of the corporation that runs most of fairyworld, and the LAST FAIRY ALIVE that should have been entrusted with caring for a child, has also found himself expecting (don’t ask me how it happened lmfao, let’s just say “partied too hard in fairly Las Vegas” and leave it at that ☠️☠️☠️)

Needless to say, Dale was NOT on board with the idea of being pregnant, giving birth, OR raising a baby, so he has the AU pairs research every possible solution to the ‘problem’ right away, and keeps his pregnancy a secret for as long as possible.
However, all of that changed when the future visions started. They were mild, at first- just strangely frequent moments of Deja vu in Dales day to day life running his company, and strangely accurate dreams every now and then. BUUT as Dev continued to develop and grow, the visions got clearer and clearer, until Dale finally got fed up and went to see a fairy fortune teller, who informed him that his unborn baby must be the source of the prophetic dreams, and they would only get more powerful with time. Even in his fetal state, other clairvoyants Dale went to see could tell- DEV was going to be a VERY powerful one.

Okay so here’s where the “eugh” REALLY starts for me- (if it hasn’t started for u already screams)
Once Dale realized how USEFUL the future visions were, he decided to halt his research, and carry the baby to term, so that he could continue to have the visions, as he considered them an advantage while expanding his corporation.
Much to Dales dismay however, the SECOND the baby is BORN, Dale loses the clairvoyance ENTIRELY, buuuut now that Dale knows he has something to GAIN from doing so, he decides he DOES want to raise this child, so that it can be of use to him in the future (tho by “raise” I of course mean “make the AU pairs raise ☠️☠️)

I don’t have a drawing of them yet, but fun fact, fairy Dev was raised by two au pairs (the AU’s pixie equivalent) that are based on his drones from ANW- their ‘names’ are technically just strings of numbers, but Dev nicknamed his two servants/gaurdians/weird robotic gay dads “silver” and “Gold” 🥈🥇
I’ll infodump on them too if anyone asks abt em, but this is the Dale post wheeze, back to the horrors-
Dev grows up barley knowing his father, but slowly gets more and more demanding of his fathers attention with time, desperately wanting to form a relationship with him. Eventually, Dale relents, allowing Dev to spend much of his time by his father’s side, almost like a teeny tiny advisor or smthn? Baby Dev couldn’t be happier, but Unfortunately, it’s Dale, so ofc he had ulterior motives. basically as SOON as Dev was able to talk, Dale began to constantly ask if he had had any new visions, even getting dev private magic/ fortune telling/ clairvoyance lessons, to try and hone his child’s skills as much as possible as quickly as possible.
At first Dev thinks nothing of how hyper-focused Dale is on his future-seeing powers, and is just happy to be included and close to his dad for once. He’s more than happy to have visions for him, recounting them with excitement, and delighting in the praise whenever his insight was considered “legitimately helpful”
However, as time went on, and Dev gained the context of meeting the OTHER fairy kids and thier families, he couldn’t help but slowly start to question his fathers “parenting methods” - if you could even call them that ☠️☠️
(Hazel Wishingwell heard a rumor about a secret fairy child being spotted on a balcony of the Dimmadome building, so she, Winn and Jasmyn went to investigate! WIP of a comic I’ll finish eventually. maybe. probably.
poor dev lived a very Elsa-esque, isolated life before he made three gremlin friends who started routinely “kidnapping” him from his damn repunzel tower to have fun and hang out 🥺💕)

This ever-growing sense of unease continues to eat at kid Divination, and part of him starts to wonder if his dad really DOES only care about his powers like his friends say he does…
they are all. horrified. To learn how little attention and affection Devs father gives him. ESPECIALLY because the three of them have incredibly loving parents that have been calling them “miracles” and “gifts” thier whole lives, while Dale has basically done nothing but COMPLAIN to dev about how HARD it was to carry him for all those months, especially when he wants Dev to stop questioning him. ☠️
So one day, as an experiment, Dev LIES about his future vision. Since Dev realized there was no way for anyone else to witness and vouch for the accuracy of his vision-retelling, he decides to advise his father AGAINST the deal he was prodding Dev to see a prediction for, despite his vision clearly telling him that the partnership would be extremely profitable. Dev does this for a few reasons, but it’s a decision owed in no small part to the fact that, the more successful partnerships his dad is involved with at any given time, the less time he has to spend with his son (not that his “spending time with” involves much outside of Dev telling his dad his visions and Dale ignoring any non-biussness conversation his literal child tries to start with him 🙃)
This works for a while, with dev estatic to be getting to spend more time with his dad, even IF his mood is consistently terrible from having to back out of so many potential partnerships that he thought for SURE would work and be profitable, but it didn’t occur to him that his son may be LYING until one day, a partnership HE turned down BLOWS UP after pairing with a DIFFERENT company. When confronted, Dev immediately breaks down and comes clean, trying to defend himself by claiming he “just wanted to spend more time with him”.
Dale is BEYOND un-moved by the sentiment, and swiftly bans dev from his office and advisor council, seeing very little of him for most of devs teen years (tho of course they pass by and interact now and then, Dale goes out of his way to steer clear of Dev is his “emotionally volatile state” or whatever)
Once Dev is a young adult however, Dale makes him an offer for how Dev can once again be useful to thier family business: since dev has been continuing to hone his magical abilities even in his fathers absence, by 17/18 he’s quite the skilled clairvoyant, so Dale offers to instate him as an offical employee of the Dimmadome corporation, and have him offer fortune telling services for a Hefty price.
Dev agrees, and it’s fine at first, but dev quickly realizes he HATES his job, and in addition, seeing into the future MULTIPLE TIMES A DAY was really starting to take a toll on both devs mental AND physical health (he started to struggle with migraines -hence the glasses- and near-constant dissociation episodes, to the point where dev often found himself disoriented and unsure if what he was seeing was real or a vision, if that makes sense?)
Dev eventually has enough, and works up the nerve to, at first politely, tell his father that he needs to quit his job. It takes dale and dev quite a bit of back and forth before Dale realizes the EXTENT to which dev is intending to quit (cold turkey) emotions rise steadily, until the attempted professional resignation has dissolved into a SHOUTING MATCH between a father and son

After dev SCREAMS every single thing he’s been holding back for YEARS into his fathers face, he storms off, and hasn’t been back since. Dev also indirectly trashed his office, because Devs magic reacts on its own when extreme emotions are at play (he gets the flaming hair thing from his dad tho dbdbdbendnd)
Current day dev actually isn’t SURE where he and his father stand, but he assumed it wasn’t good after all his credit cards stopped working, forcing him to take a job as a godparent to earn a living himself (Hazel was MORE than happy to drag him to godparenting school tho lmaoo)
SO YEAH THATS PRETTY MUCH IT
I miiiight make it canon that Dev and his dad reconcile and reconnect after Dev saves fairywolrd, but that’s getting into spoiler territory wheeze
TYSM for the question! Apologizes if this made anyone uncomfortable to read, but thanks for getting all the way down to the bottom of this ungoldly long ramble too lmaooo 🥺❤️
#bless yall for asking me stuff that gives me a reason to write these feral ass drabbles lmao#they’re a lot of fun tbh#and like I said in a previous post#despite having a LOT of the lore thought out for this AU#moooooost of it involves magic#so I’m gonna get the normaler questions out of the way before the inciting incident that kicks of set 2#where the boys and dev will start more openly talking about fairies and magic#might have Ved cameo a few times too#love drawing that freakass lmao#mpreg#dale dimmadome#divination Dimmadome#ehhh I’m not gonna put this one in that tag bc it’s kind not sfw#this that SECRET lore 😂
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Karma
[@118dailydrabble day 60] [part of antarct-fic | bucktommy | 118 words] [same scene as this]
Tommy's not sure he believes in karma.
If anything could convince him, it's this:
The desire to reach out to Evan, to crawl back to him despite the pain he knew would follow, the way he knew he'd be picking shrapnel out of his heart for years to come if he did, had sent him running to the farthest reaches of the earth.
And now, weeks later, he's found that isolation, that remoteness. Doesn't get much more remote than in the belly of a dead helo at the foot of a glacier. The only problem is, he's not alone. Because karma is a bitch and the man he's been running from all this time is right beside him.
#not necessarily a direct continuation of the previous one but same general time-ish?#just a little 'hmm fuck my life' break for tommy while he has a panic attack I suppose#antarct-fic#911 ficlet#118 daily drabble#my writing#my fic#bucktommy ficlet#bucktommy
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memorized head to feet / caleb x reader
tags: fluff, non-sexual use of a blindfold, unrelated to no-return night, completely consensual kisses this time :) word count: 1.5k summary: you decide to use one of the ribbons from caleb's gifts as a blindfold just for funsies
"what's this all about?" caleb stares at you, eyes blown wide. he gulps nervously as you straddle him, hovering over his lap with a red ribbon held in the palm of your hand.
"not interested in some fun?" you tease him with a non-answer.
the sweetest shade of pink dusts across his cheeks, his eyebrows raised high onto his forehead, disappearing beneath half-styled bangs. he swallows. "pip…"
caleb doesn't know where to put his hands. he looks so pretty like this, flustered and confused, eyes darting over every inch of your face. his tongue swipes against his bottom lip before his front teeth gently bites down on it.
there's a shift somewhere, somehow.
"i wanna put this over your eyes," you quietly say, lifting the ribbon up into view. "it'll be like those blindfold challenges we used to watch when we were kids."
"those videos were a little weird…" he trails off and sighs.
"but y'know what?" he nods, determined to see this through just for you. "fine."
satisfaction blooms on your face in the form of a big smile.
"good boy."
he inhales sharply at that, but you choose to ignore it for now.
"don't move." you say as you lift yourself up. he can only see half of your face from where he's sitting and he has to will himself to avert his gaze, afraid of what might happen if he kept staring at your soft, kissable lips…
his train of thought is interrupted by a flood of red swallowing him whole, and the world soon disappears behind the cool silk of ribbon.
"how is it?" you ask, your voice amplified by his lack of sight. "is it too tight? or uncomfortable at all?" your fingers mindlessly play with the two ends of the ribbon while you wait for his response.
he shakes his head gently. "nope. i'm all good."
"hmm." is the last thing he hears from you.
you don't say anything and he finds that… weird. he can't exactly see you right now, so he isn't sure what's going through your mind. he's starting to realize just how much he dislikes not seeing you.
are you smiling without him knowing? he would hate to miss that. your silly grins are one of his favorite things about you.
"what…" he pauses momentarily, eyelashes fluttering against the silk ribbon strewn over his eyes. "what are you thinkin' about over there, pipsqueak?"
"nothing special," you respond, firmly planting yourself down on his lap.
his hands twitch by his sides.
your body is soft on his thighs. warmer, in a way. he can't tell if his other senses are heightened thanks to the one he currently lacks. all he knows is that you're still here with him and that he has your full attention. it feels as right as it should be, though he does wish he could see you.
"you look good like this," he hears you whisper, your breath fanning against his cheeks. he didn't realize how close you were until now. it makes every muscle on his body tense up.
much to his dismay, you notice that almost instantly.
you whisper against the side of his face, "relax."
your quiet two syllable word works in reverse. he can't relax one bit. you're too close, too warm. it's hard to think like this.
a shaky exhale passes through his wobbly lips as he tries not to lose his mind.
he really can't imagine which pathetic version of himself is currently on display for you. it's embarrassing just thinking about it— but he knows this is what you want. you always want to see him in ways you shouldn't. who is he to deny you what you so obviously desire?
suddenly, he feels you pick up his hands from where they rest flat on the couch. you settle his palms on your waist not even a second later and he hesitates before properly holding on.
"baby?" he keeps his grip light.
"touch me," you say, a faint but firm command he knows he must yield to.
he's still unsure, somewhat afraid of where and how this will end.
despite that, his hungry hands have a mind of its own, the pair of them tracing up your sides, pausing at the edge of your ribcage. he can feel how your upper body expands and contracts with every breath you take. just beneath his fingertips is the warmth of your life.
he gulps and continues to map out your body.
"i remember you once burned yourself with your hair straightener," he reminisces, a hand trailing downwards. one of his thumbs circles softly against a spot above your bellybutton and he looks down even though he can’t see anything. “you cried like a little baby afterwards."
"mhm." you don't seem to be all here. it's like you're lost in his touch just as much as he is. not that he minds, of course.
he smiles, one hand finding its way to the crook of your neck. "here," he mumbles, his index finger tapping a certain spot on your skin. "you have a birthmark here."
his finger then slides up from under your jaw. "and just right here…" he rubs a knuckle on your chin while he speaks. "you used to have this one acne scar. it was kinda shaped like a heart and it was so so cute," he mumbles.
you open your mouth to respond, but the gesture causes his finger to slip and bump against the bottom of your lip. he inhales quietly, "your lips…"
he knows the shape of your lips like the back of his hand. he's no artist, but he could definitely sketch a near perfect replica of it.
"what's this?" he swipes his thumb against your moist lower lip, getting a feel of the waxy salve you applied earlier. "lip balm?"
you hum. "can you guess what flavor it is?"
"how am i supposed to do that..?" he breathlessly asks.
your reply comes in a giggle too close to his mouth. "figure it out."
he stills, knowing full well that he shouldn't. you don't know what you're saying, he's sure of that. you aren't thinking about what this might mean. you're just playing around, you aren't serious, you don't want this—
"caleb."
that single call of his name is all it takes for his worries to vanish without a trace. without even realizing it himself, he leans in, his pair of lips soon settling on your own. just this once, he foolishly tells himself, only to pull you in by the waist, kissing you again and again.
every time he manages to separate his lips from yours, he swoops back in almost involuntarily. your lips are an inescapable gravitational pull, and he is its willing victim.
"well?" you hold a hand to his chest, preventing his next wave of kisses. "what flavor do you think it is?"
"huh? wha— oh." caleb's tongue slides over his own lips, taking in the taste of you and something fruity. it's a vague flavor he can't quite name.
"watermelon?" he guesses.
"wrong," you laugh, head swaying side to side. your body shakes on his lap and he steadies you by your hips just in case you somehow fall over. "it's green apple."
"green apple? are you sure you're not playin' me for a fool?" he has that dumb lopsided smile on his face while he speaks. from his tone alone, you're certain he has that one playful glint in his eyes. the one so uniquely caleb.
"give me another taste. i need to confirm it for myself," he says, his voice dipping into a low tone you have only ever heard a few times before. that's when you realize you might have pushed him a little too far.
"wait, caleb..!" you squirm on his lap, leaning backwards to make a quick escape.
tightening his grip on your hips, he refuses to let you go."nuh-uh," he breathes out, clothes rustling as he easily maneuvers you around. in one swift motion, he has you pinned to the couch.
hovering over you, the ribbon quickly comes undone and falls from his face, revealing two pools of lavender that seem more dangerous than playful. the ribbon falling appeared too convenient to you, its timing so impeccable you immediately suspect he used his evol to undo the knot.
"caleb, you cheater."
he smiles over you, his face shadowed from the backlight. "hush," he laughs as he bends his neck, lowering himself towards your face.
"now let me get a better taste, pip."
rolling your eyes, you give in and snake your arms around his neck. you hear him sigh through his nose the second you're mouth to mouth. a sweet, warm haze drapes over you and caleb, and your vision soon dims. even in the darkness, the image of caleb persists.
after a few minutes, caleb rests his body on yours, though not entirely. "baby..."
"hmm?"
"you lied t'me," he mumbles through a smile. "your lip balm isn't green apple flavored."
you don't even bother holding back your laughter.
"you were right earlier," you admit. with his flushed face between your hands, you force him to look at you and your big smile. "it's actually watermelon."

#💌:🍎#happy birthday caleb!#this is my real bday present to caleb :)#well...maybe a last minute one bc the stupid thing i was writing is slow burn childhood friends to lover city#apologies for my previous drabble my hands crave caleb angst#WHICH!btw! my lovely friend sent me the perfect cure to my happy little addiction#non mc reader walking away from jerkleb you will always be special to me#i'm trying to find a better layout for these posts#but every time i try it looks sooooo weird#idk if i like this one...#also i wonder if my favorite writers on here will be posting bday fics#i’m so excited!!! it’s like it’s my birthday too!!!#this is queued bc i... dont wanna freak the freak out for an hour before posting it#juneleb
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Drabble Challenge Day 29: Maelstrom ft. Belphegor
You look at him.
And he looks at you.
You gulp down the maelstrom of excuses threatening to spill out of your lips, watching as his hands grip tighter on the fabric. His eyes, usually riddled with exhaustion, are gazing at you with pure contempt.
"I trusted you."
"I'm sorry. I didn't know-"
"Yes, you did! Who else owns a bright green hat in this household?! Now my favorite blanket is ugly!"
"Belphie, relax, I can buy you a new one-"
"Damn straight you'll buy me a new one. And I'm picking."
Your wallet doesn't like the sound of that….
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#drabblechallengemay2025#my stuff#obey me#obey me x reader#obey me drabble#obey me belphegor#belphegor x reader#another weak one ;-;#i didnt know what to do for this#wanted to do soemthing fluffy/neutral since i did so much angst in the previous days haha....
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Bingge: You're maidenless.
Bingmei: And? You're Shizun-less.
Bingge: scoffs
Also Bingge: Internally seething, crying, and throwing up
#svsss#luo bingmei#luo bingge#luo binghe#i'm going mask-off with my adoration for svsss henceforth#that previous svsss thing was supposed to go on my main#but it's here now#the gates of hell are open#static drabbles#static writes
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"What, want me to ruffle your feathers?" Tav asked with a smirk when she caught him staring, as if she didn't ruffle enough of his feathers prior to this moment—figuratively speaking, most unfortunately.
The owlbear's cub sprawled on its stomach beside her, head on her lap as it was cooing something. Given how eagerly it butted into her hand, rather obvious what it was after.
He took a step back, arms raised as he refused, "I'll abstain for tonight. Afraid the competition's too fierce for me to win this fight without any losses. Tomorrow, though…"
He let some hope into his voice, tone laced thick with promise.
Astarion looked at Tav, waiting for her answer, and she nodded to him with a smile on her lips.
"Wonderful. I'll be awaiting then. Most eagerly."
So easy.
Too easy.
He should've known better, but perhaps he was momentarily blinded that she'd finally given up keeping her distance.
Tav played with his hair for a good part of the evening, and Astarion tolerated it—the experience was quite enjoyable, if he was to be honest, but those weren't headpats that he was after. Finally the time came to take the heavy weapons against her, those that he was most proficient at using. Those that hardly ever betrayed him. And he needed Tav to not betray him either. To protect him, when hardly anyone in the camp was terribly happy about having a vampire in their midst. If Cazador… When Cazador… Even though Astarion didn't need to breathe anymore, the air staled in lungs when he thought about this. He needed Tav—and everyone else she have eating out of the palm of her adorable little hand—to stay on his side when that happens. Because as convenient as it may've been, out of many advantages the worm gave him, making his master forget about his existence wasn't one of them.
Her fingers raked his hair and scratched his scalp, sending him into shivers as Astarion couldn't help but lower his guard a notch. He wasn't an inexperienced youngling, still wet behind his ears. He wouldn't miss the change in her touch when it was most familiar to him. It would be rather convenient for Tav to hold his neck or slide her fingers under the lacing of his shirt, so Astarion expected that. Ears too were a good starting point… Lips, perhaps, if she was feeling adventurous for a sharp touch of his fangs…
He turned to the side, forehead pressed against Tav's stomach to let her get to the back of his head. Then turned again, face buried in her lap.
As tedious the pointless waiting went, this kind of foreplay was not without its pleasures. If she were to continue fondling the rest of him in same manner, Astarion wouldn't mind much. If anything, the thought was getting him rather excited, albeit weary in a similar way any kind of sex did. But it was familiar kind of wear he was most used to, so Astarion was slipping into it with ease like one would into old boots they've long been donning. Perhaps the heels were stooped a bit from years of use, and the laces were frayed and brittle, but those were the boots he'd worn for as long as he could remember. He didn't have a spare, if there even existed a spare the likes of him could afford.
Finally Tav's hand stopped, resting on his neck as she barely moved her big finger against the edge of his hairline.
He knew it was coming, and yet a part of him was strangely disappointed.
Well, no point dwelling on it.
Finally it was his turn to…
"Think I'm spent for the evening. My hand's cramping. Want to lie down for a little while longer, or you'd prefer to rest on something more comfortable than my lap?"
Her question came most unexpectedly. At first Astarion thought he heard it wrong. But when he raised his head to check Tav's face, there was nothing special on it, like she was asking something mundane, barely worth of notice. And it was a rather mundane thing to ask. If you weren't expecting anything else to follow.
She wasn't.
It stunned him when Astarion realized that.
Thankfully it lasted barely a moment, and then his instincts kicked in.
"Why? I find your lap a rather enjoyable place to rest my head on."
'It would be even better if you were to let me put it between your legs, but I suppose I wouldn't get much rest then,' was supposed to follow, but somehow it got stuck in his throat. He couldn't even say why at first.
Because she wasn't flirting. Because it wasn't foreplay. Because she just offered to ruffle his feathers in a most simple, primitive, childish way possible, and never planned to stretch the invitation to something more salacious and titillating.
Ruffled his feathers she did.
With much too fervor.
Astarion hardly remembered the way he traveled back into his tent and what he said in the process. Surely it was something appropriate for the occasion, he could trust the habits beaten into his skull by years of use.
No wonder she agreed so easily. He must've been blind not to notice.
He laid down, curled into a ball, sulking—for what, Astarion couldn't tell.
Perhaps it irked him that his plans fell through, and the cooked duck flew away from his mouth when he was so close to biting into it. What else could've been the issue otherwise?
But most strangely, a tightness in his stomach loosened as soon as he was left alone. He breathed with ease, warm ticklish touch of Tav's fingers lingering on his skin.
Safe.
From what..?
He didn't know.
#fanfiction#fanfic#baldur's gate 3#bg3#astarion#bg3 astarion#bg3 tav#astarion x tav#astarion x reader#fluff#character study#astarion being astarion#my timeline is all over the place#this is supposed to preceed previous headpats drabble#because I think it would take some time for Astarion to ease into the idea of having platonic skinship#I will later boot it onto my ao3#so if you want to read things in PROPER timeline#you can find my texts there
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day 09: enjoy 🌸
“Enjoy.”
Káno looked up. “What?”
Turko narrowed his eyes, lips tightening into a thin grimace. “You enjoy this?”
Káno glanced around him. Music books and scribbled notated papers were strewn about in a cluttered mess. He clutched a quill in one ink-smudged hand and a flute in the other.
He grinned. “Yes.”
Turko snorted and flipped through Káno’s illegibly written sheet music. “You’ve locked yourself in this room for days, have been singing non-stop, and is clearly sleep-deprived.”
Káno let out a dreamy sigh. “And I love it. It’s wonderful. The melodies…the music…how could you not enjoy it?”
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“Enjoy.”
Maglor didn’t know what it meant anymore.
Walking, day after day, across the shore against the crashing waves and roaring ocean. Dragging his weary feet through the sand. Shivering as wind gusts pierced his skin and rattled his bones.
He was but a wraith. A ghost, drained of all passion or life.
His instruments had long broken. He merely opened his cracked lips and sang the melancholy Nolodantë, his voice but a thin whisper drifting through the air. Mourning, as a shadow-folk, mist-haunting, dropping vain tears in the salt thankless Sea.
Enjoy.
He had long forgotten what it was.
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<- day 08: stars 💫 | day 10: serenade 💗 ->
all drabbles
#drabblechallengemay2025#two drabbles#again#it's a day late 😭#as said for the previous drabbles#i am in writer's block and is randomly dropping into the drabble challenge#the 100 word rule really messed me up this time#especially for the first drabble#so if it feels a bit choppy or unnatural#yk why#it's a nice challenge though!#second time posting my writing on tumblr!#still a bit shy about my writing#but let's see how this goes#maglor#kanafinwe#makalaure#kano#celegorm#tyelkormo#turkafinwe#tyelko#turko#maglor and music#maglor is a hermit#silm#the silm#silmarillion#the silmarillion#WHY ARE THERE SO MANY TAGS FOR SILM
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-> HQ AS TAYLOR SWIFT LYRICS +



summary just the vibes of t.swift songs/lyrics and who (i think) match with the haikyuu guys ♡
-> i srsly missed them sm omg, clownin (also im rusty pls cri), maybe one day we'll write more on t.s songs bc dang she's killin it rn
(also edit bc i just came back to check this again before posting but, i thought it was fitting bc ya girl got eras tour tickets!)
(( edit two - you can see from above when i started working on this, came back and came back again rn, bc sis is making friendship bracelets rn for next month aa! and i got inspired by this lol - i also just have impeccable taste ))
featuring kageyama || oikawa || akaashi || kenma || atsumu ♡

+ i got other stuff ready to post promise, i just needed this out there +
KING OF MY HEART
"and we rule the kingdom inside my room, 'cause all the boys and their expensive cars... never took me quite where you do and all at once you are the one i have been waiting for, king of my heart, body and soul"
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───
it's not easy moving on. you'd been scorned before, and had your heart broken. it wasn't a secret to know you'd been on guard, had your heart under lock and key. created a tall, ivory tower that you made sure no one else would think of scaling. that was before you mer him. it was implausibly easy. how everything fell into place when you were just within his vicinity. maybe being hurt wasn't so bad, because if you didn't face them, they wouldn't have led you to him, here and now. he wasn't just the king of the court anymore, another invisible crown bestowed onto him as he climbed; holding the key to you.
- kageyama ♡
LOVER
"i take this magnetic force of a man to be my... my hearts been borrowed and yours has been blue, alls well that ends well to end up with you, swear to be overdramatic and true to my... lover"
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───
you knew he was a star, anyone with eyes could see. he was destined for great things, and you were a planet following, orbiting around his sun. you'd always follow, for as long as he wanted. your greatest pleasure though was with the mundane. you'd take the stardom, the fame... but you lived for the monotonous. where it was just you and him. you hoped it would last forever. hand in hand, nothing would stop you. whether it was cheering for him on the sidelines, or laying beside him at night, you'd love him for eternity.
- oikawa ♡
GORGEOUS
"ocean blue eyes, looking in mine, i feel like i might sink and drown and die, you're so gorgeous i can't say anything to your face, cause look at your face; gorgeous"
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───
starstruck, awestruck, wonderstruck. any and every 'struck' you could think of, and thats the feelings that grew the moment you locked eyes on him. it was such a cliche, a crowded room with a bunch of other bodies, and yet you seemed to naturally gravitate towards him. love at first sight. a concept so wildly unbelievable and yet so captivating, that the most famous love story revolved around it. yet here you were, stunned into silence, because this was what you were experiencing now. completely out of your comfort zone, never had anyone ever made you feel like this before; but what could you say? he's gorgeous.
- akaashi ♡
YOU BELONG WITH ME
"i'm the one who makes you laugh when you know you're about to cry, i know your favourite songs and you tell me about your dreams, think i know where you belong, think i know it's with me"
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───
it's not easy being in love with your best friend. you knew practically everything about him. so why was he with her when you were always in his corner from the beginning? the late night gaming sessions and text messages. she just wasn't good for him. she didn't understand him like you did, and his calls and conversations all but proved how much better you could be for him. so why? you didn't need to ponder long, because soon enough he was at your doorstep late into the night, confessing how it was a mistake, how he ended things with her and if he could come inside to talk.
- kenma ♡
CRUEL SUMMER
"and i snuck in through the garden gate, every night that summer just to seal my fate, and i scream for whatever it's worth 'i love you! aint that the worst thing you ever heard?' he looks up grinning like a devil"
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───
you had heard about him. heard about how he wasn't good enough for you, and that you shouldn't get involved. you never were a good listener, and soon enough you became involved with him. despite the little voice in your head telling you to let go, you couldn't. it wasn't supposed to be forever, and you were okay with that. initially anyway. catching feelings for something that would end in disaster... but you couldn't end it. not yet. just how deep did you dive into whatever this was? you couldn't pinpoint when it went south, but did that matter? you were too far gone. the anticipation grew the longer this lasted, and in a bout of stress, you blurted out your confession. not your finest moment, and you were sure he'd shun you for good. turn his back on you and walk away, leaving you to mend your broken heart. he didn't though. he just stood there, with his stupid smirk that made you fall for him to begin with, confessing the same words you all but screamed at him moments ago.
- atsumu ♡
#haikyuu x reader#hq x reader#haikyuu!! x reader#hq!! x reader#atsumu x reader#atsumu x you#oikawa x reader#oikawa x you#kageyama x you#kageyama x reader#akaashi x reader#akaashi x you#kenma x reader#kenma x you#haikyuu imagines#haikyuu drabbles#hq imagines#hq drabble#you can even tell its older bc its black for my previous theme lolol
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