#magnum drabble

[sexbot300]

daily texts with naoya, kenjaku, and mahito! ♡

contents: 18+, mdni. every day texts with the sweetest boys ♡ naoya, kenjaku, and mahito included.

cw: fluff, cumplay, bukkake, squirting

a/n: just have sm love 4 them. not at all satire.

[gabbi-gabz-a-lot]

Final Chapter!!

At last. She is finito! Done-ion rings! Signed sealed and delivered!!

I have written 10,000 words for this niche ship that has lived in a special place in my heart since i was a tween. And there's gonna be more in the future, but for now I'm gonna rest on my laurels that i saw this through to the end.

[septic-dr-schneep]

@whumpril Day 19: "I need you."

“C-Captain Magnum? Can you hear me? It’s Eric. I-I came as soon as I could. Dr. Iplier says you were in a…s-shipwreck.” Forcing the word out left a bitter coating on Eric’s tongue, the same bitterness he’d tasted when he was the one in the hospital bed, the nurse’s face filled with pity as she explained the bus crash. But this wasn’t about him.

Captain Magnum was always larger than life, with his booming voice and weathered grin and slaps on the back (and Eric was so small, it was a wonder Magnum wasted any time on him.) He wasn’t supposed to be so pale and still…so lifeless.

“I’m here to ask you to wake up,” Eric whispered, dipping his fingers under his glasses to wipe his eyes. “P-Please? Because it…it’s really scary seeing you like this. I’m—I can’t—please, just…I need you to wake up. I need you.”

[itsjustdg]

So a (not on Tumblr) fandom friend and I may have written every single one of these for @vix-has-arrived's birthday at the end of August. 😎

Finally getting around to posting tonight, so I thought I'd leave the link here in case anyone is interested: https://archiveofourown.org/series/3711139

Lots of short, whumpy and angsty goodness (with some comfort thrown in but don't really count on much lol)

Here's the full linked list with fandoms included:

Leverage: "I know you're hurt."

Almost Paradise: "You're burning up."

Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries: "Just breathe."

The Brave: "I don't feel good."

Almost Paradise: "Eyes on me! C'mon keep those eyes on me."

Leverage: Redemption: "That's a lot of blood."

Almost Paradise: "Come on, breathe, breathe, don't you dare–"

Timeless: "How long were you planning on hiding this?"

Leverage: "Easy, easy. You're okay, I've got you."

FUBAR: "I can't find a pulse!"

Almost Paradise: "Don't you dare die on me."

Hudson & Rex: "Everything's okay, go back to sleep."

Almost Paradise: "can't–breathe–"

Almost Paradise: "I won't hurt you."

Leverage: Redemption: "Talk to me."

Almost Paradise: "Stay still."

Private Eyes: "You don't look so good."

Magnum P.I.: "I think I'm gonna–"

Magnum P.I.: "Tell me where you are, I'll come get you."

Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries: "Please stop."

Blood & Treasure: "How much sleep did you get last night?"

Almost Paradise: "It's over now."

Leverage: "I'm okay. You don't need to worry about me."

Timeless: "You're not supposed to be up and about."

Terra Nova: "Go to sleep. I'll still be here when you wake up."

Pick a number, get a drabble

Hurt/Comfort Dialogue Prompts

"I know you're hurt."

"You're burning up."

"Just breathe."

"I don't feel good."

"Eyes on me! C'mon keep those eyes on me."

"That's a lot of blood."

"Come on, breathe, breathe, don't you dare--"

"How long were you planning on hiding this?"

"Easy, easy. You're okay, I've got you."

"I can't find a pulse!"

"Don't you dare die on me."

"Everything's okay, go back to sleep."

"can't--breathe--"

"I won't hurt you."

"Talk to me."

"Stay still."

“You don’t look so good.”

“I think I’m gonna – ”

“Tell me where you are, I’ll come get you.”

“Please stop.”

“How much sleep did you get last night?”

“It’s over now.”

“I’m okay. You don't need to worry about me.”

"You're not supposed to be up and about."

“Go to sleep. I’ll still be here when you wake up.”

[eternal-evergreens]

Can you please do a yandere sukuna x fem reader

｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+*⁠.⁠✧ "Iron Forged In Blood" ｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+*⁠.⁠✧

Post format: drabble

Pairing: Yandere! Sukuna x Fem! Reader

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: abusive household, period-typical misogyny (not from Sukuna), violence, light gore, theft

"Please spare my son!" Your mother cried, a protective hold on your younger brother. "If no one else, please spare his life!" Your father nods ardently, encasing your mother and brother in an embrace.

What a touching sight---for a family of three. Ryomen Sukuna, the monster who pillaged your town, looks down at your family with disdain.

"You beg for your son, but not for your daughter?" He asks. "How pathetic."

Your mother stiffens, a look of horror etched upon her face. Your father's expression morphs into anger.

"Our son is the pride of our family! He's the one who will succeed my craft!" He yells. "My daughter, in comparison, is just a useless girl."

That's not true, you think to yourself. Your brother shows absolutely zero talent for blacksmithing, despite being personally taught by your father. You had to teach the craft to yourself, in a futile attempt to win his favor.

"You're an embarrassment," your father said, throwing your first sword to the ground with a clang.

"We feed you, clothe you, and yet all you do is throw yourself into useless things! Don't you know a woman's only purpose is to marry into a good family?"

"Ungrateful wench! Are you trying to show up your brother?"

Your father's lips curl up into a wicked smile. "But since your lordship has shown such concern over her," he says slowly, as if testing the waters. "Perhaps she can be of some use to our family after all."

Ryomen Sukuna raises an eyebrow.

"Please spare our family," your father says. "In return, please take our daughter, and do with her what you will." Your jaw drops. You aren't sure what you're feeling right now. Shock? Disbelief? Fear? Anger?

Perhaps you are feeling all four.

"I've listened to your useless ramblings long enough." In a flash, your father's head is separated from his body. Your mother screams, and your brother begins to wail. Blood splashes to your face, but you don't react. The world is spinning, the cries of your family are ringing in your ears, but all you can focus on is one thing.

"In return, please take our daughter, and do with her what you will."

The screams of your mother are cut abruptly short. Next is your brother. Only you remain.

Should you beg for your life? What would be the point? You'll never be a blacksmith, anyways. You'll never earn the recognition of your peers. Not as a woman, anyways.

"You," he says, commanding. You look up numbly. "Give me one good reason I shouldn't kill you alongside your kin." You blink, looking down at your lap.

"I'm afraid there is none, my lord," you say to him, voice and face devoid of any emotion. "Like my father said, I am just a useless girl."

"Oh?" The monster sounds amused. "Your arms are quite muscular," he says. "Are you a blacksmith?"

"I'm not very good," you say.

"Uraume," he calls.

"Yes, master." A white haired person steps forth from the shadows, head bowed.

"Bring me the sword."

"Yes, master." Just as quickly as they appeared, the servant vanishes, returning with a sword black as obsidian. Your sword. Your magnum opus. "Here it is," they say, presenting it to Sukuna.

"Did you make this?" You nod. You don't know how he got his hands on it, but that's definitely your sword. The same sword your father confiscated and threw away, stating you'd be lucky if those calloused hands would ever house a ring.

"You aren't aware of it, but you possess potent cursed energy, it's been etched onto this sword. Meanwhile, that 'father' of yours had no talent for sorcery at all." You don't follow, but knowing it would be unwise to question him, you keep your head bowed. "Listen up," he says, voice commanding authority. "You have a talent. Continue to make swords for me, and your life will be spared. Refuse and you will perish alongside these worthless rats you call your family."

You...have a talent? That can't be right. No, rather, it wouldn't matter even if it was. Because you're a...

"But I'm a-" Sukuna scoffs.

"I've fought countless sorcerers in my life," he says. "Both men and women. Most are equally untalented, but there are some that have been strong."

"Raise your head," he commands. Your eyes meet his. There's an expression in them you can't quite make out. "Strength does not have a gender. Nor does talent. Follow me and you will not be looked down upon again."

This man...he believes in you. He sees your worth.

"If I follow you, will I be a blacksmith?" You ask tentatively.

"What an idiotic question," he says. "You already are."

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After working under Sukuna for some time, you've come to realise some things about him. Namely, that he does not pillage for no reason. There's always a motive, an underlying goal to achieve.

"My lord," you say, having just finished polishing a new spear. Sukuna is watching you from the edge of your workshop. He has a habit of coming to you whenever he gets bored. Though you don't make very good company when you're working, he doesn't seem to mind. "May I ask you a question?"

"Hmph. Ask."

"Why...did you choose my village?"

"Do I need a reason?" His tone is challenging, imposing. He speaks as though you need to watch your words, lest he cut out your tongue for impudence. You know him better than that, though. It's not a threat. Not if it's you. You look at him expectantly and he scoffs. "That sword..."

"Hm?"

"When Uraume presented it to me, I thought finding the craftsman behind its creation and forcing them to work for me would be an amusing way to pass the time. But the man who claimed to have made it didn't possess even a lick of cursed energy."

"There was a group of bandits that picked a fight with Uraume. They lacked talent, but one of them was wielding a sword that almost made up for it."

"Was that...?" Sukuna nods.

So your father had stolen your work to pass off as his own. If you had found this out even just a few weeks ago, you would have been devastated. Now, you feel nothing.

"I thought you'd be more upset," he says, eyeing you. You shrug.

"It's in the past. My father has already paid for his crimes in death. There's no need to let it bother me anymore," you say, face blank. The expression you're wearing is eerily similar to the one you wore that day. Sukuna shifts uncomfortably.

"Perhaps he did not suffer enough." Sukuna smiles. "If it would please you, I could have him ripped from his grave and brought back to the world of the living so that you may do away with him yourself."

"Like you'd go through all that effort just for someone like me," you say, a hint of teasing in your voice. You think you hear Sukuna say something else, but his voice is so low you can't make it out.

"There's little I wouldn't be willing to do, not if it's for you."

[the-travelling-witch]

𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄

summary: /ˈɔːrɪeɪt,ˈɔːrɪət/  “of a golden colour or brilliance”

pairing: xiao x gn! reader

warnings: just fluff in the form of my belated new years drabble

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prosperous year of the dragon!! ♡

The sky over Liyue was clear once again, the last lanterns’ glow already a distant memory as the twinkling of stars filled the remnants of the night once more. On the horizon the first sunlight of the new year coloured the wisps of clouds golden and amber, reminiscent of a shooting star’s tail or elegant dragons winding in the dawn of a new day.

For Xiao, it was the cue he could finally rest after defending the nation and its citizens from those that seek to harm them, clinging to the shadows of the night to crawl into the coming year unnoticed. There were no exceptions to his god-given duty, not even as the festive sounds of the harbour drifted up into the mountains and colourful explosives decorated the night. 

No, it was especially because of this that the ghosts of days past could not be allowed to get ahold of the mortal realm.

Green fog parted along the wooden panels of the room he occupied at Wangshu Inn before the soles of his shoes quietly made contact with the solid ground; first his toes before rolling down to his heel, one foot after the other, with a grace befitting that of a dancer, rather than that of a warrior.

What he did not anticipate as he set down his spear, however, was the soft call of his name before a familiar weight flung itself into his arms. Like a warm breeze, your arms wrapped around his neck in a gentle embrace and when he buried his head in the crook of yours, he deeply inhaled the scent of home.

“Happy New Year, Xiao,” you whispered against his skin, your voice melting the tension of his shoulders as it enveloped him, looping around your connected figures like butterflies circling a flower.

“A prosperous new year to you too,” he replied tentatively. As an adeptus, both the concept of time and the importance of this tradition was different to him and he’d never had much reason to celebrate the passing of time in such short intervals. But since he’d met you, you’d not only intertwined both your hands and fates to show him more of your world, Xiao also learnt to cherish what time he could spend with you, no matter how short it may be.

Pulling back just a little, your hands came to frame his beautiful face with delicate care, as if he was not someone to be feared but someone to be loved. You’d watched all night as lanterns had risen into the sky, carrying the wishes and hopes of the people towards the heavens. Yet none of them compared to the amber glow of Xiao’s eyes as they sparkled at you with such fondness it should weigh you down; instead, you felt like you and your heart were light enough to soar high on golden wings, no fear of falling chaining you down if you were with him.

As the sun continued further on its eternal round, aureate rays framed his head in a radiant halo and you didn’t question for even a second that the man before you could be an angel. Risking the accusation of defiling something sacred, you pressed your lips against his plush ones and tasted a piece of heaven for yourself.

When your eyes fluttered open again, Xiao looked as dazed as you felt, fingers brushing over his lips. Then, equally as reverent, his knuckles grazed your bottom lip and you took ahold of his wrist to keep him steady as you pressed a languid kiss to the back of his hand, dusting his cheeks with a light flush, like a painter perfecting their magnum opus.

“I’ve waited quite a while for my new year’s kiss, you know,” you hummed, so entranced by the adeptus in front of you, it was as if time and space around you stood still enough to count the dust particles in the sunlight. “It was worth it though.”

“I see, you are still set in your ways of dragging me into your mortal traditions,” Xiao scoffed, though there was not a single tint of malice in his voice, only teasing affection. If you couldn’t tell by his amorous cadence alone, his actions spoke even louder of his devotion. “Not that I mind in the slightest.”

With practised precision, his lips found yours again as one hand cradled the side of your face and the other pulled you in closer by the waist, as if there was a way to become physically one the same way your hearts had already done. With your attention bound by the flutter of your own heart, you didn’t notice how dexterous fingers discreetly tied a protective charm to your clothes for you to find at a later point in time. 

“What was that for?” You smiled, the distance between the two of you nearly insignificant yet too far all the same.

“I had to get my own new year’s kiss too, didn’t I?” A hint of a smugness tugged the corner of his lips upwards as the corners of his eyes softened downwards while tracing the movement of his thumb against your cheekbone. “Traditions should be honoured after all.”

Your laughter invoked the iridescence of a pearl to brighten his view as you led him over to the balcony railing so you could welcome the dawning year with all its pink and orange hues, arm in arm as the waking birds filled the morning hours with their chirping.

“Speaking of traditions,” you started, transfixed by the sight of the sun rising over the mountains in a vibrant crimson, “there is the belief that the first song you hear in the new year will predict how yours is going to go.”

“Is that so?” Xiao inquired, watching as a small bird hopped onto the wooden railing, careful but curious as it inched closer to the two of you. “It appears nature blesses us with hope and freedom this year.”

“How beautiful,” you mused, as you leaned further into him. 

Turning his head, Xiao studied the way you shone in the morning light before placing a gentle kiss against your temple, light enough you could believe it was the wing of a crystalfly brushing your skin. “Beautiful, indeed.”

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[yaksha-lover]

i’ve had this in my drafts for months and i just know it’s never getting completed so,, have an unfinished vil x fashion designer!reader drabble as a little treat dbsjshjsjxj

“Thanks for helping me with this,” you say, pining another piece of loose fabric around his shoulder. “I don’t think anyone else could’ve been as much help as you are.”

“No, they couldn’t,” Vil says, eyes shining in amusement.

You smile at him shyly as you make eye contact in the mirror, moving on to work on the bottom of his top.

“Don’t be shy,” he teases when your hands unintentionally hold his waist as you try to pinch the extra fabric.

“Sorry,” you reply, letting go quickly.

He laughs at your embarrassment, shaking his head and motioning for you to continue. “Will the others be coming in for their own custom fitting later?”

“Yeah, Rook and Epel are both scheduled for tomorrow, and the rest I’ll have to do later this week.”

“Ah, I see. And here I thought this was a special thing, just between you and I.”

“I- It is special! You’re the star of the show and you know I value-”

Vil shuts you up with a finger on your lips. “I’m joking, MC. I’m a model, I know better than any that a mere fitting doesn’t mean a thing.” He trails his hand down to tilt your chin to look up at him. “Besides, it’s not as though they’re to be your magnum opus like me, correct?”

“Don’t you mean wear my magnum opus?”

He sports a small smirk when your eyes look up to meet his in the mirror. “Sure, let’s go with that.”

“You know my sponsor for the event, right? He had nothing but praise for you. In fact, I think the only reason he even agreed to take a chance on me is because I promised I could get you on board.”

“Really? What exactly did he say?”

“He said men like you are few and far between.”

“Men like me?” Vil pauses to catch your hand, enveloping it in his own. “There are none, MC. Just me.”

The two of you take a moment to laugh together. You wish you could touch him, ruffle his hair or something, but you can’t risk messing anything up when he’s spent so long getting ready.

[adhdnursegoat]

Hey I’m getting into reading smut for the riddler, do you have any recs? Writers or specific smut fics i don’t mind I’ll take anything. (Btw I love your writing)

OMG HELLO ANON!

Thank you so much! I'm sooo glad you enjoy my work. I appreciate your support and interaction!

I have several I'd love to tag!

First, here's a link to my ao3 bookmark page which is just chock full of riddler smut!

Second, here is my 'Best Of' list! I actually had so much fun making this and maybe other people will like it too!

? @caesariawritesstuff has written many lovely oneshots but her magnum opus is Cat & Mouse. Highly recommend it if you're looking for something current, punchy, intricate, well-written, well-thought-out, and just a straight joy to follow. Here is also a link to a collection of her oneshots: Conundrums, Queries, and Quandarys

? @finniestoncrane is one of the more prolific providers of some of the dirtiest, toe-curling, mouth watering smutty oneshots and drabbles for the riddler. They write for other characters but mostly him! >:D My particularly favorite piece by them is Appointment

? @capr1pengu1n has several pieces that I greatly enjoy! I am quite biased but their piece Corrupting the young with your uncivil tongue is my favorite. It was a request I made of them :3 also Twist the knife, like it's something to do is a gem!

? @decaying-words has a small, but delicious and, actually, sweet collection of works called Love Letters to the Riddler. They have not posted since earlier this year, and I hope to see more from them soon!

? @circledemptiness is finally on tumblr! After a two year hiatus, they have posted some new work with plans to do more! I do particularly enjoy their portfolio of all riddler. Check out Merciful!

This is not a definitive list, but these are the main ones I would start with!

Happy reading, my sweet lil goat~!

[brainworms-all-night-long]

please tell us more about babyfied nine

Ok so the thing is that Nine grew up in a totalitarian metrocity under algorithmic supervision done by giant intimidating hunks of metal that have zero room for negotiation 24/7 instead of a small village who's people were kinda assholes, so he's even more skittish and alert than baby Tails would be

Hes also quiet, like scary quiet like Sonic considered giving him a little jingle bell quiet because he jumpscares people with his sudden presence and dissapearece so much, and also rarely talks. And when he does it's either the most imicitly heart breaking shit imaginable or his cassual sass

I am never going to give him a break so I thinks the sudden change in size of his body and brain development by couple of years and the fact he didnt have his matal tails back then they're kinda awkwardly too big for him and cause some severe nerve issues 👍

Also since this ask took so long to answer because my brain jumped through fifty other things since then, have a little drabble as a compensation :'D

[676 words]

———

He gathered himself from the ground, hand trying to rub off the physical pain of sudden blinding light, and eventually managed to get back to his feet.

The second he felt in control of his senses he whipped around to assess all the damage done by that explosion and immediately noted a worrying lack of one fox in particular.

"Is everyone ok?!" Sonic called out with worry pricking his voice, while still trying to spot anything that vaguely resembled Nine.

"What do you think you rodent. Our magnum opus was blown to smithereens!"

Aaand the hedgehog immediately deadpanned when the starchy voice of Dr.Done It entered his ears he flattened against his head

"...Everyone who didn't try to kill me and I actually care about?"

He got his answers soon enough when the resistance was back at the eggheads' case and he heard a piece of plastic from the Way Back machine clatter to the ground.

"Um, Sonic..?" Tails called out for him but too late as they were both looking in the same direction. And unmistakably, both of them spotted something moving in the rubble near the still smoking remains of the machine.

"Nine?"

At least he hoped it was. There was a possibility that for whatever reason the fox would want to play a smart-ass — since he did try to kill him at one point, and for the love of him doesn't want to accept the fact he's cared about — but even if it's in the past and all that, Sonic needed to go check on him.

Any catastrophic ways in which the fox could've been hurt in a way leaving him physically unable to actually respond running through his head came to a screeching halt once he rounded the corner and stood face to face with a tiny fox kit.

After the millisecond he had to get over just how utterly adorable he was, the hedgehog quickly registered the vwey clear terror displayed on Nine's little face. And he could tell it was Nine if by anything else than the depressing gray attire, a painfully fresh-looking cuts under his eye, and most importantly, the seven mechanical tails laying uselessly around him.

First quickly making sure everyone was too busy with the fight elsewhere, Sonic outstretched his hand to stop Tails in his place when the other it froze like a deer in the headlights and obviously prepared to bolt it out of here. (Through Sonic wasn't sure he could with those metal appendages holding him down. They didn't exactly seem responsive because otherwise he was sure they'd be treatening pointed his way.)

And as taken aback as Tails was, he complied and decided that just discreetly peeking over the metal frame would have to suffice.

"Hey there buddy..."

Sonic tried with a low tone while rising both of his hands in front of him slowly. The last thing he wanted was to apprehend the little guy and scare him even more.

However the way his scared blue eyes jumped all over the place in search of an exit wasn't exactly reassuring against that.

"Don't worry, I don't want to hurt you."

The terrified face was replaced by a deep scorn as Nine pulled himself as far away from the hedgehog as possible. The thing stopping him from going further being the dreadful realization he has seven deadweights of metal stapled to his waist.

"Then what do you want."

Ok, Nine didn't only look tiny, he sounded the part too. The usual cold edge in his voice, which pretty much everyone grew accustomed to at this point, was gone and replaced with a tired rasp.

Sonic's features dropped at that and the the adorable-angry face morphed into confusion because of course it would.

Sonic, like an idiot, wondered why this felt so familiar and just why every single one of his moves was so instinctual when the realization he'd done all of this already hit him.

Well, either way he needs the little guy to trust him now, and Tails can figure out the technical side of how this even happened.

[riastraa]

—Hybrid cat classmate x Reader

Male OC x Gender-neutral Reader.

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•Headcanon & drabble•

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• Cat Hybrid!classmate, the oh so called tsundere but always obeys your many requests even though his face is always frowning. (Only God knows that his heart was beating faster😒)

“I never signed up for this..” Chiko muttered in annoyance while throwing a sharp glare at you.

“Come on, Chiko, just this once! please please..!!” You begged him while squeezing your hand with your other hand.

Chiko who saw you thought for a moment and finally sighed feeling defeated.

“Fine... but just this once, ok? remember that!” Chiko exclaims, making you giggle knowing that even though Chiko says those, he will keep obeying your wishes.

• Cat Hybrid!classmate, who at first didn't care about your existence, but suddenly fell in love at first sight when he saw you defending him when he got bullied.

• Cat Hybrid!classmate, who seems to despise it when you consider him as a friend but smiles a little with a happy jumping heart. (If you catch him smiling please tease him, he will be very embarrassed and deny it.)

• Cat Hybrid!classmate, who always waiting you outside class when class ends with Dog Hybrid!classmate.

• Cat Hybrid!classmate, who always follows you everywhere like a lost duckling.

• Cat Hybrid!classmate, who gives you affection attacks but always hisses when you give affection to him.

• Cat Hybrid!classmate, who pretends to be brave when playing or watching horror games/movies but ends up you are the one who comforting him because he scared as hell.

• Cat Hybrid!classmate, who hides his tail and cat ears because he feels insecure and feels he can’t fit in with other humans.

• Cat Hybrid!classmate, who always wins the argument with you even it's just a small or silly problem.

“??? BRO THAT’S MY MAGNUM!!” you exclaimed feeling betrayed seeing Chiko devour your ice cream so guiltlessly.

“Yes, but I bought the ice cream with my money so it's mine too.” Chiko said while smirking at you and sticking out his tongue to mocking you.

“I’m gonna tell your mom😒”

“?? THE HECKY IS YOUR PROBLEM?!” Chiko yelling in disbelief.

• Cat Hybrid!classmate, who is not ready to confess his feelings toward you because of his insecurities.

• Yan Cat Hybrid!classmate, who will always be ready to defend you in any problem or argument even if its your own fault.

• Yan Cat Hybrid!classmate, who always follows you with the excuses of being afraid of being alone.

• Yan Cat Hybrid!classmate, who was actually a bully but didn't say anything because he is afraid of you.

• Yan Cat Hybrid!classmate, who will attack or even kill anyone who hurts you physically or mentally.

• Yan Cat Hybrid!classmate, who always stalks you and even put a hidden camera in your room when he spent the night at your house.

• Yan Cat Hybrid!classmate, who always threatens people who get in his way.

• Yan Cat Hybrid!classmate, who attacks his victims by biting and scratching them

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"I'm this close to hitting you with Rapunzel's pan."

Name : Chiko Chouko

Age : 18 y.o

Gender : Male

Race : Human half cat

Occupation : student

Height : 170 cm

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[moodywyrm]

about me + master list

hi, I'm moony! I use she/they pronouns and I'm a 21 yr old college student who loves writing <3 

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Sapphic Book Recs 

Hozier Song Recs

General Book Recs

reading update - august 4th 2023

Stranger Things

thoughts on nancy and robin’s friendship (and maybe more)

thoughts on the first time nancy came home from college

thoughts on being eddie’s chubby lil partner - suggestive

little reassurances - eddie munson x lexi

soft breath, beating heart - eddie munson x chubby! reader - suggestive

excerpt from “why can’t this be love” - poly! eddie munson x chubby! reader x steve harrington (the magnum opus)

fresh hot buns - eddie munson x reader - suggestive

you know it’s not the same as it was - eddie munson x reader

The Last of Us Part Two

book patrol - ellie williams x chubby! fem! reader

TLOU2 drabbles masterlist (in universe and various au’s)

college! basketball! abby masterlist (with chubby reader and bookworm reader and chubby bookworm reader :) ) 

farm au Abby Anderson masterlist

Bonus for TLOU and Arcane: the cutest exchange I’ve ever had about Farmer Abby and Farmer Sevika

Arcane

Vi

no breakdowns here - college! vi x reader

abby and vi tapping your pussy after making you squirt - nsfw

college! vi kissing her gf’s back

vi taking care of you when you’re on your period - suggestive (like one comment)

vi taking care of you when you have chronic pain - leg cramps

cuddling with a needy + clingy vi

taking care of vi on her period - suggestive (one comment)

giving vi a back massage - suggestive

vi being touchy with a chubby girl - suggestive

vi when her gf sleeps naked - suggestive bordering into smut at the end

cuddling naked with vi - suggestive

vi loves fat pussy! - nsfw

vi with nipple piercings - nsfw

sucking on vi’s nipples - nsfw

vi's endless stamina - nsfw

vi + ankle kisses - nsfw

sub! vi getting strapped - nsfw

vi + bear hugs

taking a bath with vi - nsfw/suggestive

heavy petting with vi - nsfw/suggestive

vi laying between her chubby gf’s thighs

Sevika

farm au! sevika masterlist

rockstar sevika masterlist

sevika bouncing a big girl on her strap - nsfw

sevika being needy and eating you out - nsfw

sevika with a chubby! short! gf sitting on her lap

face-sitting with sevika  as a big girl - nsfw

sevika and chubby! gf at the beach - suggestive, like one comment

cuddling with sevika after work

ikea with sevika

cuddling with Sevika when your tummy hurts

short tiny sevika angst w/ hozier’s “unknown/nth”

sevika and using a smaller strap than you asked for as a joke - nsfw

sevika with pierced nips <3 - nsfw

sevika holding your pussy and cunt when she sleeps - suggestive

Ambessa Medarda

some thoughts about ambessa medarda - short nsfw

Overwatch

missed you - Brigitte Lindholm x reader - nsfw

The Legend Of Korra

lin beifong getting her frustrations out with her wife -nsfw

lin beifong in a suit  - nsfw

Resident Evil

carlos oliveira’s shaggy hair - nsfw

college! jill valentine x bookworm reader 

[whumpookies]

Hi there,

I am new to the community and your blog  is one of my favorites. I am planning on taking part in my first Whumptober. I am planning on mostly writing but maybe creating some gif sets too.. we'll see. I see you have participated in the past and was wondering if you had any tips because right now I am getting stressed about not getting everything made in time and my planning is an absolute messssss.

Thank you!

I hope your week is full of cookies and other sweet treats.

X

Aww Anookie

Welcome to our part of Whumpler, and well done to you for jumping into the madness that is @whumptober

Seriously, it’s like signing up for a marathon but forgetting how to run while holding a tray of eggs and fighting a Zombie on a Tuesday afternoon.

But hey, you’ve got this (mostly, I think).

First off, remember Whumptober is a challenge for you—not for the world, your followers, or your overachieving mutuals with their perfect mood boards (those mood boards would have taken three weeks and probably a mild dose of losing the will to live, yes even your mutuals get stressed).

So here are a few survival tips from someone who has somehow lived through it:

1. Combine Prompts Like a Pro: If you can blend two (or three... or ten) prompts into one creation, DO IT. This is a game of efficiency, not perfection.

2. Follow the Inspiration: If a prompt is calling your name, do it first. Don’t sit there stressing over a prompt that makes you go “mehhhhhh” when you’ve got a killer idea for one later down the line. Jump around the list, no one’s going to slap your wrist.

3. Perfection is Overrated: Your writing doesn’t have to be a 50k-word magnum opus. Honestly, one-shots, drabbles, or even a glorified paragraph will do. It’s the whump that counts, not the word count.

4. Gif Sets? Just Vibe: If you’re making gifs, go for something that grabs your attention. You don’t need 20 frames of perfection—sometimes one killer moment is enough (trust me @99point9percentwhump can contest this).

5. Don’t Burn Yourself Out: You’re allowed to take a day off. Drafts are your friend, schedule them to the day and pre-tag them; this is not the Whumptober Hunger Games, so pace yourself, hydrate, and binge-watch whump when you feel it getting to much.

Basically, Whumptober is chaos, but it’s the fun kind of chaos. So, stop stressing and just enjoy the ride. You’ve got this, and if you don’t, there’s always next year; participation is just as good as completion! 😉

May your whumperflies be everlasting, and your cookies forever comforting.

[septic-dr-schneep]

“Ow! Ow, ow, oww—”

“Steady, lad, ye’re squirming like a worm on the hook! Unless ye’re looking to scar your face just as mightily as mine—”

Captain Magnum’s warning fell flat as Eric flinched again, wide, wet eyes running over. The sight was like an anchor hitting the pit of Magnum’s stomach. Gripping the boy’s chin more firmly to steady him, he released the needle and picked up his comfort hankie instead.

“Ye should’ve gone to the healer,” he fretted. How had he let himself be talked into this? “Patching me coats and sails is a far cry from this.”

“I-I know but—he’s got enough to worry about without my d-dumb problems! I didn’t want—I thought—” As Magnum patted with admitted clumsiness at the mess of tears and blood on his pallid face, Eric sobbed and the few stitches secured in his cheek promptly popped.

[white-poppie]

Skyfall

Synopsis: Illumi and Chrollo seeing their s/o become hollow for the art they cherished all due to overworking themselves. Type: Drabble/Reaction (Requested) Genre: hurt/comfort Song rec: Skyfall (Adele) TW: fear of losing, slight mentions of depression, anxiety, crying, dizziness, insomnia, skipping meals, big sed :(

A/N: I have always been more of an artsy kid than sports; I was first in every school competition involving art, dance, and calligraphy etc, (still am very competitive bro fite me 😤) so I relate very much, thank you for the request and sorry for changing it a little.

Chrollo: (piano)

Trembling fingers that thrummed, against the white and black keys; the sound cascaded down like a river rapid. Your head swayed as your arms moved, the sound that felt mellifluous to the beholder was cacophonic in your ears making you clench your teeth and blink back the vexatious tears that fell on the bay today.

Chrollo leaned upon the doorframe of your room, his brows downturned in concern, as much as he hated interrupting he had to, "you have been playing for a while now, take a break."

You huffed and turned back to your notes sheet, squinting at the blurry letters until it was snatched away from your sight. You groaned and looked at Chrollo annoyedly.

“Come on you really expect me to just leet you be when you haven’t slept or eaten properly in days?” He says while keeping a hand on your shoulder

You look down in shame, both at your incompetence and the fact that you have neglected your boyfriend for so long, “it’s a huge recital,” you murmured, "all eyes would be on me, I can’t mess this up and make a fool of myself.”

Chrollo sighs and grabs you by your shoulder, "look at me me, y/n.”

You hesitantly peer into his azure eyes. An attractive, lop-sided grin etches upon his face that causes heat to rush to the tip of your ears.

“There you go,” he smiles, “now listen, you know how humans require at least eight hours of sleep to function properly?” You nod.

“And you haven’t rested all in so long, I am not telling you to stop practising, take a break your body and mind needs, then only can you perform well.”

You bite your tongue and stare at your calloused fingertips, "I keep messing this up, I don't know anymore, I am so tired."

Chrollo grabs your tender hands and brings them close to his lips, placing warm kisses on your fingers that make you giggle in glee.

"Let's order takeout and take a nap and then work on your performance, alright?." You nod, looking at how he is still cradling your hands.

"Give them and yourself some rest baby."

Illumi (art)

Brushes and colours were scattered haphazardly in your workplace, a terrain moulded by dried-up paints encrusted your palette as you kept on lathering the acrylics. The grip on your brush was frighteningly tight, and the heaviness with which you lifted your pencils now fell on your eyes too; half-lidded and blown in a way that no high could ever fathom, it was catharsis, masochistic and utterly tormenting.

You hadn't noticed Illumi staring at your work, probably because he was stealthy like a cat, but his porcelain face cracked a smile whenever he saw you engrossed in your work, but now he was worried.

Your drive towards art has always been an enigma. From the moment he first saw you as a teenager with pen doodles all over your arms, to when your love for art blossomed into an almost self-destructive endeavour.

"Y/N," he says and you look up, the whites of your eyes are bloodshot; searching for a magnum opus on canvases upon canvases that gathered in your room. They were magnificent, but you had been beating yourself up over sullen dreams.

Illumi closed his eyes for a second and picked up the easel and dragged it away from your sight along with the scattered supplies into the living room, despite your protests.

When he came back, your red eyes were now pearlescent with tears. Knees folded to your chest, Illumi carefully sat next to you.

He wraps a blanket around you and picks you up with ease and has you seated on his lap, "rest for a while and then we will figure things out." You nod and rest your head on his toned chest.

"We are in this together, Y/N."

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Abosolutely love the way you write penguins 😭🤍 Since btas Oz is the most adorable gentlemen imo I'd like to request some drabble or hcs about artist S/O who tries to make a portrait of Oz because man deserves the world ngl

A/N: aww omg that's super adorable!! Sorry if it ends kinda weird, I wasn’t sure how to end this drabble lol.

Trigger Warnings: none, just pure fluffy sweetness

Word Count: 739

BTAS Penguin x Artist!Reader - A Portrait for The Penguin

You knew better than to stay up as late as you did in your studio. The last thing you needed was for Oz to grow concerned and have the surprise spoiled early. 

You couldn’t help it though, you were so close to getting the portrait done. 

As you painted his long black hair, you paint in the rich colors of his three piece suit, and you added detail to his monocle, including the small light reflecting off of it. You found your heart swell as the man you love slowly came to life on canvas. 

You hoped that maybe, just maybe, with this painting Oswald can catch a glimpse of how you see him. An intelligent, cultured, and handsome man whom the world turned they’re back on purely because of his physical traits. 

When he asks curiously just what subject could you be painting that has you so wound up in your studio. He couldn’t recall the last time you stowed away for hours on end in your studio. 

You did your best to act indifferent. You were just in a motivated mood to get it done today…something generic but not entirely false. You assure him you’ll show it to him tomorrow once the paint is dried and the colors fully settle.

As the morning sun pierced through the slit between your curtains, you almost leaped out of bed. Like a child on Christmas morning, you gently nudged Oswald awake, it takes some time but finally, you both get out of bed. 

You didn’t waste any time, not even bothering with breakfast. You grabbed his hand and immediately led him to your studio. 

“Well, well, I don’t think I’ve seen you this enthused about any of your pieces. Am I witnessing you’re magnum opus, beloved?” Oswald chuckled sleepily. 

You smiled widely with a hint of pride. You never thought about it, but it may as well be your magnum opus. You captured the person you loved the most forever on canvas, painted painstakingly by hand fueled by a concoction of your skill and loving devotion to him. 

“Well, possibly…I think it could be.” You replied as you made your way around your easel and grabbed the loose edges. 

“Are you ready, Oz?” You inquired, not being able to resist building the suspense. 

“Of course, darling!” 

You breathed and gently stripped the fabric off the canvas and easel. Slowly, the portrait was revealed. 

Silence hung in the room like a damp towel for a beat. You walked around and saw a clear reaction of shock on Oswald’s face. 

Oz was speechless, his jaw hung open, and his eyes were widen like saucers. 

For a moment, you became self-conscious of your work…what if..he didn’t like it? 

“W-Well…what do you think, Ozzie?” You asked trying to null the silence. 

Oswald is trying to find the words. He shook his head and smacked his jaw open and close trying to make his tongue and lips form words. 

“I-I-I…Is-Is that...me?” 

“Of course, darling.” You smiled brightly. 

Oz walked closer to the easel. He admired every detail. 

For once, he got to see himself and actually liked what he saw. 

“Is…is this how you see me?” Oswald asked in a hush whisper, still not taking his eyes off the portrait. 

“Yes, Ozzie. I hoped that…maybe even for just a moment, it would help you get a glance at how I see you. How I adore you, darling.” You walked up behind him and embraced him from behind. 

You two stood in comfortable silence. You both admired the art and the presence of each other. 

“You’ve absolutely outdone yourself, my dove.” Oswald chuckled. “I-I love it…I can tell you put your whole heart into. The heart that I love.” He turned around to face you. 

Instinctively, you both leaned down and shared a sweet grateful kiss. When you slowly pulled away from the kiss, a question came to mind. 

“Now, where should we display it?” You asked giddily. 

Oswald laughed. “Oh there’s plenty of possibilities, my dove, but before we display it…I have one condition.”

You titled your head in confusion. 

He chuckled heartily some more. “My portrait can’t be by itself! You must paint yourself so that they can go together! Yes, together forever, a beautiful love forever captured on canvas.” 

Your heart swelled. Just when you think that Oswald couldn’t absolutely get more romantic. 

“I’ll be sure to get right on it.”

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E Rated Fics Masterlist (13)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 /

Created: November 15th, 2023

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Magnum Opus-DistrictZero (MythicallySnappy) (ao3) Summary: “Sometimes,” I say with a fortifying breath, “I wish you’d let me show you— what it feels like to be loved.”

Make Me-LemonLuvGirl (ao3) Summary: In which Katniss goes to her favorite bar to play pool and things go suddenly awry. I wrote this story in response to a request for a drabble featuring “Come over here and make me” + Everlark.

Making Up Lost Time-glintwarsgreatest (ao3) Summary: From the "Need" universe. Peeta shows Katniss the effect she has as they make up for lost time.

Masquerade-purple_cube (ao3) Summary: "I just want to see what it’s like to be completely anonymous, if only for a few hours."

Maybe This Summer-hutchabelle (ao3) Summary: Katniss Everdeen needed a vacation. On a whim, she reserved three months at Panem Resorts in North Carolina. She expected to spend her time recovering from the recent death of her sister, exploring the nearby nature reserve, and reminiscing about happier times. What she didn’t foresee was bumping into Peeta Mellark, one of Panem’s most valued employees, during his early morning run. Neither did she think she’d grow to admire him when she’d hated him from first sight, but his killer smile and gorgeous blue eyes had a way of breaking down the walls she’d built around her heart. Maybe this summer she’ll finally get what she’s always deserved.

Maybe Tomorrow-katnissdoesnotfollowback (ao3) Summary: Written for the 2020 Everlark Fic Exchange to fill the prompt: one night stand everlark sleeping together the same night a terrible snowstorm hits the city and everything gets shut down with no way to get home. Perhaps a two night stand?

Mic Drop-hutchabelle (ao3) Summary: Katniss Everdeen doesn’t share the details of her life with many people—that is until forced onto stage at an open mic night by her friend. Recently divorced and still smarting, Peeta Mellark buys her a drink, and they commiserate and debate the fine art of a real mic drop.

Mine-teetorini (ao3) Summary: She’s used to this by now—strange guests in dark suits showing up at her grandfather’s house at all times of the day. Thugs, her nanny calls them one evening before bed. And they are, most of them, often wandering down the halls with a glint of ill intent in their eye. “You stay in your room when they’re here. Do you understand?” her nanny asks, tucking away the last of Katniss’s toys in the white chest near her dresser. “Yes, nan.” Except for that night, she doesn’t listen.

Misbehavior-hutchabelle (ao3) Summary: Katniss Everdeen is an accomplished, successful, well-liked science teacher in her West Virginia town. She has a particular way of doing things, and she's pretty sure people who don't follow suit are lacking in some way. Peeta Mellark, the young and newly-hired English teacher, sweeps into town with his charm and new-fangled teaching strategies and pushes every one of Katniss' buttons. They're both professionals, but how are they supposed to just stand by when the other is clearly wrong? A teachers!Everlark story in which hijinks ensue, rules are broken, and Finnick goads them both into misbehavior.

Moonrise-misshoneywell (ao3) Summary: Once a year, the twelfth colony of Panem makes sacrifices to the Clan of Claws. This time, the Lupine prince eagerly awaits their volunteer. In-Panem Fantasy AU.