#i wrote it over the weekend

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» Dark!Attuma: dub-con || Attoye Prompt Drabbles || Master List « » You Will Be Mine #1 «

“I don’t like you,” Okoye loudly proclaimed, her hands fisted on either side of her body as she glared daggers at the infuriating man currently invading her space. She’d been on her way out of the training room when he’d found her, stalking after her as she’d walked past him down the hall.

“No, what you do not like is the fact that your heart races whenever I am around,” he countered, advancing on her tense form. They’d reach a secluded area of the building; her course having carried them away from the throng of women who’d been receiving her tutelage. The fire in her eyes—which would have sent most men, surface dweller or Talokanil, running in the opposite direction—amused him, his fingers longing to pinch her cheeks before bending her over to do as he pleased.

Noting that he’d trailed her, she attempted to stand her ground, but was forced back by his larger frame. He pushed his chest into her until she had to take several unsteady steps, lest she be knocked to the floor. Her defense was to strike back. She moved to punch him, aiming for his throat, but he caught her fist then took both her arms in his. He continued his forward stride, taking her with him, until he had her against the wall behind her.

“You may not be aware, but we Talokanil have enhanced senses. Our ancestors’ consumption of the plant and our residence deep within the sea has strengthened us far beyond the capabilities of you mere surface dwellers,” he breathed, leaning close so his words were spoken directly into her ear. “Not only can I hear the quickening of your heart, but I can also smell the way your pussy slickens in my presence.”

Okoye’s gasp brought a smirk to his face. Releasing his hold, he caressed her biceps. His palms ran along her bare skin, delighting in the goose bumps that appeared in their wake.

He inhaled deeply, exaggerating the action, so she would hear.

“Yes, I have scented exactly how I excite you. Your body reveals what your mind resists.” He made to kiss her lips, but Okoye altered his destination with the turn of her head.

Chuckling, Attuma licked her neck instead. He bit at the flesh, gentling his jaw, for now, satisfied with whichever areas of her body he could taste and touch.

Trembling, Okoye held her mouth shut, constricting her throat to contain the rapturous noises his fondling elicited. Once she’d gained a semblance of control, she parted her lips.

“What do you think you’ll gain from this?” She asked and cringed internally when her voice lacked the steel needed to make it unscathed, through his dark seduction.

“Hmm,” he hummed in her neck, pretending to think. His hands had moved to her chest, grazing the undersides of her breasts. “Preferably, this exchange would end with you knelt before me, open and waiting to receive my girth,” he pressed said girth into her abdomen, unashamed by the affect she had on his body. “But, for this first encounter, I will settle for the admission of your longing.”

“I told you. I don’t like you.”

“We both know that is not the case,” he murmured. The tender brushes upon her breasts turned rough, Attuma pinching her erect nipples in punishment.

Okoye cried out, moaning aloud as he twisted the points and bit more firmly into her neck. Her knees buckled, but she remained in place—pinned, by his hips, to the wall.

Emboldened by her response, he transferred his hold to her ass, gripping as he lifted her from the ground. He encouraged her legs around his waist. The new position placed his cock in line with her cunt, and Attuma immediately rubbed his manhood against her supple flesh.

“Admit that you yearn for me, and I will pleasure you beyond measure,” he panted. He made good on his pledge as he palmed her backside, forcing her hips toward him.

His thrusts were angled along her clit and left Okoye in helpless pleasure. Her mind, which had been in support of her fighting his advances, clouded, consumed with the bliss brought on by his handling. Her moans increased in volume, her fingernails digging into the skin on his shoulders.

“Speak or I will stop.” The words were a demand, Attuma’s frustration with her growing. Using all of his willpower, he stilled his movements and let go of her bottom with one hand. He clenched her chin, jerking her face so she looked him in the eyes. “Speak now!”

Gulping, Okoye’s thighs flexed around him, her body urging him forward, though, her mouth remained shut.

Attuma growled in reaction to her silence, teeth bared as he glared at her. He let her go, carefully placing her back on her feet despite his anger. He watched while she sagged against the wall, her breathing ragged. His erection throbbed, but he departed after taking in her tempting form one last time.

“For now, I will leave you be, but know that I will return,” was his parting promise.

[pupkashi]

satoru is SHIT at flirting and i know it

like he could easily make people swoon when he doesn’t try but the second he decides ‘yeah i have feeling for u’ all his game goes down the drain

he uses stupid pick up lines and stuff on u but always manages to mess them up so they never actually work

“satoru where are you? shoko said the meeting was at 5:30” you asked, phone pressed to you cheek as you continued to look for the sorcerer.

“sorry I’m just lost” he pauses, a smile on his face, his confidence through the roof as he open his mouth again, “lost in those eyes of yours.”

silence.

“satoru we are on the phone”

he is absolutely mortified and debates on just completely giving up, but it’s when he’s unaware of his actions and just being himself that he finds you staring at him a bit longer, giggling at his words and blushing.

satoru is shit at flirting, but god is he a natural fucking charmer

he’s holding the door open for you, offering to walk you home, listening to you talk, watching your favorite shows with you and remembering your favorite things. he picks flowers for you and gives them to you, pays for your lunch anytime you guys are together, he’s always making you laugh and giggle even when he’s feeling like shit.

he’s the kind of guy to always brush hands with you when you’re walking next to each other, he’s holding your things for you, texting you and sending you things you’d find funny or that remind him of you, complimenting you constantly but not in a weird way

he’s the kind of bad flirting that hears you mention you like something and then he’s like “oh me too!” without missing a beat but he’s actually never consumed a single piece of media of the thing ur talking about and spends all night learning abt it in case you ever bring it up again

he once asked you if you could help him study before an exam and when he realized that you knew much less than him he ended up teaching you. he was sure his luck had ran out and he had fumbled extremely hard.

“toru! i passed!” you grinned, holding the paper in front of his face. the 90 written in red ink in the top right corner made his lips curl into a smile, grinning right back at you.

“i told you that you’d do great! I’m proud of you” he smiles, not expecting your arms to be thrown around his neck, squealing softly as you pull him into a hug.

you’re only giving him half a second to process what’s happening when your lips find his cheek, your heart racing and you’re hoping that shoko really did know gojo as much as she claimed to.

satoru is stunned, his face is red and his ears are burning and he should probably close his mouth or actually say something before all his efforts are washed away.

“haha cool” is all he stutters out, he’s cringing insanely hard and subtly pinching himself when you’re staring up at him with nervous eyes.

“yeah cool,” you mumble, already turning on your heel read to lock yourself in your room when he’s grabbing your wrist and pulling you into his chest.

“can i kiss you?” he whispers, your faces mere inches apart, your small nod is all he needs before he’s crashing his lips onto yours, smiling into the kiss because holy shit i fucking made it.

when he’s pulling away from you he has this silly little grin on his face, clearing his throat before finally speaking up.

“I’m really glad you passed” he says, you can’t help but want to tear your hair out, what happened to the satoru that could make any girl swoon?

it’s not until after the two of you start dating that he’s back to normal, using every pick up line in the book (correctly this time) and making your blush like it was his job. he’d make you stutter and roll your eyes, so naturally flirting with you.

you would always make fun of him and ask where this was when he was crushing on you, he’d only get extremely red and start pouting, saying he was just too embarrassed because he thought you’d reject him.

a/n: hi hi back w a silly little drabble :P i don’t really like this much but i really wanted to post something so i hope it’s okay !! i think it’s sweet and silly hehe,, requests are open so feel free to drop something :3

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Who did this to you, please and thank you. So good

🥰 why thank you!! 🫶

who did this to you | part 1 here preceding snippets: 1st • 2nd • 3rd • 4th • 5th

It takes his uncle tugging him towards the van for Eddie to kick back into motion, nearly falling over his feet turning back around. It’s only Wayne’s “Easy” murmured under his breath that keeps the ground from opening up and swallowing him whole. 

He climbs in on the driver’s side while Wayne rounds the car and gets to Harrington’s side. 

“Hey there, Blue,” Eddie says, the nickname slipping again — but it’s easier to call him that than his real name, it’s easier to pretend it’s literally anyone else in here with him, bleeding against his door. It’s easier to pretend it’s not Harrington’s breath rattling the way it does, easier to pretend those pained groans so high in their cadence they can only count as whines don’t come from Hawkins High’s Golden Boy. “Come on, up you get,” he tells him, not daring to raise his voice too much. 

He looks so frail. Like he’s already broken. Or like he’s trying not to. Like he’s holding on. 

Eddie pretends not to think that the shoulder he places on Steve’s cheek to gently pry him from the window is not the only thing keeping that boy together right now. 

Harrington groans, whines, wheezes, but opens his eyes to meet Eddie’s. Jesus, we’re they this blown before? Or this swollen? 

“Hey,” Eddie says, just to say something. Just so he won’t have to hold the boy’s face in silence, just so he won’t have to focus on all the blood. 

Steve opens his mouth, his breath coming out a little sharper, but Eddie manages a smile nonetheless. 

Wayne chooses that moment to open the door, not pulling yet, just giving Eddie enough time to support Harrington. 

“Careful,” he whispers, though whether it’s for Wayne, Steve or himself, he can’t quite tell. Maybe it’s a plea to the rest of the world, and to anyone else who listens. 

🤍🌷 wip weekend | make me write (please)

[chasing-stardust-22]

Dream's stage presence during the TWWTH tour was great, and frankly a lot more than I expected from a guy with little to no experience with live performances. I had no doubt he'd be good at it, but he truly blew me away. And the fact he was able to pull it off so soon after a major surgery that left him unable to walk on his own? Absolutely incredible

I really hope he decides to do another tour in the future, it would be awesome to see how well he could command an audience now that he has a better idea of what he's doing/doesn't have to rehearse through a recovery period

[miodiodavinci]

im being so so brave but also i am gripping you by the shoulders and leaning in and letting you know i am so tired of being brave

[tevintersnakes]

there we go, some quick sketches so there is something in my art folder for this month

[animentality]

I'm vewy sowwy I haven't updated my fanfic yet :3

I got carried away and now it's too fucking long and I still have to edit it. so be patient please.

that being said, I'm being forcibly dragged to my cousin's wedding this weekend, so this update will be for this week, but I probably won't be able to update next week.

so savor it.

again.

sowwy.

if I could break this couple up, I would.

[kevindavidday]

new kevaaron fic has me in a chokehold rn. every year i put kevin day in the loneliest of situations like a damsel in distress. then i send him a doctor.

[thresholdbb]

Kate's reaction to Time and Again was, "I wore this?" 🤣

[the-amber-raven]

Snippet Sunday

So, during the hiatus I started a fic but I ended up setting it aside when the muse hit for the texting fic and then the ghost fic.

With Everything going on this week, I went back and reread it (turns out I'd written almost 10k of it!) Anyway, long story short, I am now determined to finish it so have a snippet of the 'Tommy finds a home fic'.

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“I trust you,” Tommy objected, taken aback at the claim. His brain jumped back through memories of calls they’d been on over the last couple of months – had he done something to make Nash think he didn’t trust him?  

“You trust me on calls,” Nash acknowledged, nodding. “But I can’t help but think that you don’t trust me to know you.” 

Tommy stared at him. His skin was prickling. His chest was tight, like the wind had been knocked out of him. 

He felt so goddamn perceived and he didn’t know what to do with that feeling. 

“I –” 

Nash gave him a surprisingly patient and encouraging smile, seemingly unsurprised and willing to wait for Tommy to find his voice. 

It took a solid minute, and Tommy had to clear his throat first, but he finally managed to croak out a response. “This was never a place where I could trust being myself.” 

He should have stopped there. He wasn’t sure why he didn’t.

“I don’t know if I’ve ever had a place where I could have that trust.”

The confession barely disturbed the quiet and still atmosphere of a station that was mostly asleep. Despite that, Tommy couldn’t help but give into the paranoia, twisting his neck to make sure there was no one else that could have overheard him.

Thankfully, the only other person upstairs with them was De Nara, who was slumped over an open book on a table in the corner, sound asleep.

Nash must have noticed Tommy’s self-consciousness because he shuffled a little closer, closing in the little bubble they’d created. 

“My question for you, then,” he started, his voice soft and full of empathy, reminding Tommy of the call last week where he kept a nine-year-old boy occupied while they were trying to resuscitate his mother, “is whether or not you think you can grow to have that trust here: in this house, with this crew, with me as your captain.” 

He stopped, giving Tommy a moment to sit with that query for a moment before he continued, speaking more firmly this time, “Because as much as I want you here, my first priority is to make sure that you are in a place where you can thrive.” 

[momentomori24]

Happy Yuma Month, yo. This will probably be my one contribution for the month, so I hope I made it count. I... I need sleep. Goodnight. Enjoy.

[aozui]

d1 bedrotter (me) risen from the grave (the bed)

[hazellvsq]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types, The Heroes of Olympus - Rick Riordan Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Hazel Levesque & Leo Valdez Characters: Hazel Levesque, Leo Valdez, Piper McLean, Jason Grace, Frank Zhang, Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase (Percy Jackson), Gaea (Percy Jackson), Gleeson Hedge, Sammy Valdez Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Book 3: The Mark of Athena (Heroes of Olympus), Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Graphic Depiction of Burn Wounds, hazel and leo's cosmic connection takes a turn for the worse, Unhappy Ending, Ambiguous/Open Ending Summary:

“Does it normally take you five minutes to notice that you set someone on fire?” Percy asked.

 Hazel and Leo need to find out what connects them together, but Gaea arrives in the flashback they share, and nothing is the same.

[hopepetal]

Boatem knights AU part eight! Pog!

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@applestruda and @stiffyck! Things are ramping up!!

A long day, followed by an even longer night, passed. 

After being patched up and fed, Grian’s condition had greatly improved. Scar was just grateful they caught whatever sickness he had early on, and that Marc had been… generous enough to give them supplies. Despite his fever going down and his lucidity returning, Grian was still weak and paler than usual. 

Their hands were tied behind their backs again, but Grian’s wings had been left free, so one was currently wrapped around Scar. The other wing stayed close to Grian, the bandages wrapping around it keeping it from moving fully. The two knights sat in silence for a while, listening to the sound of the wheels against the road and the horse whinnying. 

Scar broke the silence. “I’m sorry.” He gazed down at the floorboards of the wagon, sighing heavily. “For getting you into this mess, y’know?”

“Scar…” Grian trailed off, not knowing what to say. He merely shook his head, looking away. What could he say to someone who fully believed they were at fault for… all this?

Another moment of silence passed, before Scar coughed quietly. “How’s your injury doing?” He quickly changed the topic, plastering a smile on his face.

With a slightly amused, mostly exasperated sigh, Grian smiled back. “Better. So…” He began, pressing his shoulder against Scar’s, “how did you even get them to help me? From what I heard, they only wanted you.”

Scar shrugged, his grin turning sheepish. “I maaaay have told them that we were soulbound.”

“...Scar-!” Grian’s squawk of horror made the other man giggle. “You can’t just do that! I mean, it’s so obvious that-”

“Shhh. They’ll never know! Trust me, G-man. It’ll be alright.” Scar bumped his shoulder against Grian’s just as the wagon stopped once more. “Oh, joy.”  He turned to look at Grian, his expression unreadable. “Well, whatever qualms you have with the whole soulbound business, you'll have to put aside. Think you can lie well?”

Grian nodded, his expression darkening. “I'll have to.”

The familiar sound of footsteps drew nearer. Scar leaned back with a sigh, feeling Grian's wing withdraw to fold behind him. At least they had kept the hooded cloaks from last time, so they wouldn't have to struggle to get into them again were they necessary. It was also good for Grian to have some form of covering for his torso other than bandages, which Scar absolutely planned on teasing him later for. Once they got out of this sticky situation, of course.

The wagon cover was once again pulled back, Marc whistling a cheerful tune while smiling down at them. “Good morning, lovebirds,” he cooed in a tone that made Scar feel positively nauseous. Great, he was a creep on top of being an absolute pain in the- “Get out.” Marc stepped back, allowing Scar to carefully hop out of the wagon before Grian. 

Scar noticed how Grian stumbled when he hit the ground, his legs trembling as he straightened. Clearly the avian hadn’t fully recovered just yet, which was understandable but made their (as of right now, hypothetical) plan to escape a tad bit more difficult. He made sure to stay beside Grian as Marc ushered them down an overgrown forest path, his shoulder brushing against Grian’s.

After what felt like an hour in the relative quiet of the woods, Marc pushed them through a thick growth of underbrush and trees into a clearing. There, two people stood, armored and with masks covering the bottom half of their faces. At the sight of Marc and the two knights, one drew their sword while the other stepped forward.

“We only wanted the vex.” The voice of the one who stepped forward was higher pitched, but smooth and light. Kind of like Pearl’s, except not at all like Pearl’s. “There was no need to bring us a little birdie as well.”

Marc shrugged, putting a hand on Scar and Grian’s shoulders before shoving them forward. “They’re soulbound. I’m sure you know how that is, Opal.”

Opal’s eyes briefly flicked over to their partner before they looked away. “...yeah. Fine, then. Change of plans, we’ll take ‘em both. You good with that, Fern?”

With a sigh, Fern sheathed her sword. “Yeah. Would’ve been nice to have a bit of a warning, though. Guess we can’t expect anything better from a little-”

Marc groaned loudly, interrupting Fern. “Yeah, yeah, you’re still sore over that one time. Whatever. Take them and go, I’m done with this stupid job.” Turning, he began to walk away. “Good luck, you two!” he called back, “you’ll need it.”

And with that, Marc was gone.

“I hope he trips and breaks his nose,” Grian muttered, earning a soft chuckle from Scar. “Absolutely despicable. We are not lovebirds. You’re not even a bird!”

Scar had to laugh at that, nodding. “True, true. I am indeed not a bird. Very astute observation, my good man.”

Grian knocked his shoulder against Scar’s, smirking. “Oh, shut up.”

A heaving sigh drew their attention back to Fern and Opal, the sound having come from the former of the two. “He was right, this job sucks. Come on you two.” She pulled her sword again, swinging it leisurely as she walked around to be behind them. “Let’s go. Chop chop.” She snorted. “Not really, though.”

“Not unless you piss us off,” Opal added under her breath. 

Scar forced a smile, clenching his hands into fists and feeling how his nails began to sharpen into vex claws. They pricked into his skin until they drew blood, reminding Scar of the damage he could do. Of why he and Grian were in this situation in the first place. “That won’t happen, don’t you worry!” he said, trying to sound as cheerful as possible.

“Right, then!” Fern poked Grian in the back with her sword, causing him to squawk and jump forward. “Onwards!”

And as they started moving through the forest once more, Grian looked over at Scar and realized that his eyes had started to dimly glow.

The sound of the horses trotting through the forest was far too loud, in Mumbo’s opinion. Although it wasn’t exactly a stealth mission, he had been far too jumpy during the entire trip to stop worrying about things now. Already his mind was pouring over the various design tweaks he could make to the horseshoes to make them more silent, to the bridle and the reins, to-

They were nearly at the spot Pearl had marked down on the map now. Mambo would know, he had been carefully- obsessively, almost- following along with their journey on the map nearly the whole way there. His focus on the map had nearly caused an accident on multiple occasions. But it hadn’t, so Mumbo had kept his gaze glued to the map.

He faintly realized Impulse was calling his name, turning over to look at the other knight as he dismounted his horse. “Mumbo. I think I saw something up ahead, so I’m just going to check it out, alright?”

Mambo hummed in acknowledgment, tracing a finger up the map following the path they had been taking. He was hardly even paying attention until he heard a loud bark, Impulse shriek, and the sound of someone (likely Impulse) being knocked over by a very large… 

…Tilly?

Mambo scrambled down from his horse, shoving the map inside his bag as he grabbed the reins of both his horse and Impulse’s and led them closer to where the man lay on the ground, spluttering as he got his face licked by the very familiar animal. Laughter erupted from the trees, and Pearl stepped into view, pushing her hood down so that her face was visible. “Oh, you should’ve seen the look on your face!” she cackled, and Mumbo had to start laughing as well.

Impulse grumbled, shoving Tilly (gently, of course) off of him and rolling over so he could push himself back onto his feet. “Can’t you control her?” he muttered, wiping his face. “I am covered in dog slobber now.”

Pearl smiled, nodding. “Yep. And she is not a dog! She is a wild, ferocious wolf!” Whistling sharply, she called Tilly to her side, kneeling and scratching behind her ears. “Who’s a good wittle wolf? Who’s my ferocious wittle wolfykins? You are! Yes, you are!”

Mumbo just kept laughing. Impulse glared at him for a moment before turning back to Pearl. “She is a lapdog, for goodness sakes. Oh my- y’know what? Nevermind.” Taking a moment to let everyone calm down, Mumbo having to catch his breath after laughing so hard, Impulse continued. “So. Pearl. Give us the rundown. What’s going on?”

Pearl sobered up quickly, expression darkening. She stood, though one hand remained on Tilly’s head, lightly stroking her ears. “Right, then. Let’s get to it.” She took a deep breath. “I found one of the mercenaries that jumped Grian and Scar. The archer, I think. I… asked a few questions. Just a few! And got some answers.” Noticing Mumbo and Impulse’s concerned looks, she frowned. “I let them go after! Against my better judgment, mind you,” she added on lowly. “After that, I was able to track Grian and Scar to a village- I think you passed it on the way here?”

Impulse nodded. “Yeah. Something was off about that place. Mumbo and I made sure to skirt around it. Can never be too careful, y’know?”

Pearl hummed in agreement. “Good. Well, after I saw them at the village, it was really only a matter of guessing where they’d go and picking a spot somewhat close to that location. Then I sent the note, and the rest is history!” She paused. “Hopefully good history. For us, I mean. It would kind of suck if we failed. Which! We will not.”

Mumbo blinked, his face the picture of disbelief. “So this was all just… a guessing game? And it worked?” He didn’t know whether to be horrified or impressed. With Pearl, it was always a 50/50 chance of either emotion.

Pearl grinned. “You know it! It worked surprisingly well, actually. Grian and Scar should be near us. They were handed off to two others, armored and everything. Hence why I didn’t take them on right then and there. I probably would have won against them, but Grian and Scar would be defenseless and I honestly doubt they’d be honorable.” She shrugged. “Apparently they lied about being soulbound to stick together. Which was probably Scar’s idea, he’s clever like that.”

“Of course they did,” Mumbo and Impulse spoke at the exact same time, exchanging glances with a smile as they did so.

Pearl thought for a moment, her hand on Tilly’s head drifting down to scratch under her chin. “Grian was also injured, and it looked like he was sick, but I guess they got some supplies when they stopped by the village because he’s definitely a lot better today. And Scar…” she trailed off, hesitating. “...something’s wrong. He’s not doing so hot himself. His hair, the ends of it at least, are just constantly white. I noticed he was trembling… probably a result of suppressing his vex magic. Gosh- I can’t imagine the pain he’s in.” Her voice wavered. She knew well the horrors that came from suppressing one’s magic.

“Well then.” Impulse’s gaze hardened as a hand drifted to the hilt of his sword. “We’ll just have to get them both out as soon as possible.”

“Agreed.” Pearl pulled out a map, kneeling down in the grass and spreading it out. Mumbo crouched next to her, examining the marked spots carefully before pulling out his own map and marking the same places. “I mapped out the route they’re taking and planned an ambush spot.” She tapped the spot on the map twice before rolling it back up and stuffing it back into her small bag. “We’ll attack tonight.”

And for a moment, her eyes seem to shine with a purple hue. “Let's show those bastards that they messed with the wrong knights.”

[calmlb]

WIP WEDNESDAY

slowly but surely chipping away at sicktember fics 🥹 18skk living together 🥰

[the-mirror-sunflower-owo]

Did you manage to get a Toyhouse?

I did, yes!

For anyone who's interested, it's here.