#my Drabble

[talktonytome]

Bobby picks up on the third ring.

“Bobby, do you know where they sell the saffron Evan likes?”

“Why hello to you too, Tommy. I’m fine, thanks for asking,” he mutters, amused.

“Sorry, hi Bobby. It’s just, I’ve been to like five different places and none of them have the one he prefers,” Tommy sighs.

Bobby chuckles and Tommy thinks it’s kind of mean to be laughing at his agony like that. This is serious business!

“Tommy, he’ll be okay if you bring him some other saffron. It’s not a big deal. A good cook can make it work with what he has, and I taught him well.”

Tommy can almost picture him nodding proudly.

How does he explain it without sounding ridiculous?

“I know, I know but-”

“But what?”

Tommy sighs, knowing he will never hear the end of it, but oh what the hell? “You’re right, he can make do and he won’t complain and his food will taste amazing, but he gets this adorable little smile and twinkle in his eye on the rare occasion he can get his hands on it. And I love seeing it. So.”

The line is silent for a few seconds and Tommy thinks Bobby might have hung up on him.

“Bobby?”

“I- I’m here,” Bobby coughs and Tommy can hear Athena’s muffled chuckle in the background.

“That’s really sweet, Tommy,” Bobby says. “And I get it, I’d do the same for Athena.”

“So you’ll help me?”

“Of course. I know a place. It’s a little ways out though,” he warns.

“Doesn’t matter. It’s worth it,” Tommy says decisively.

“You know what, I better go with you. The owner is a tough old lady and I just got her to like me. I’ll sweet-talk her for ya. Pick me up in thirty?”

Tommy laughs, because he can hold his own and he’s sure Bobby knows that, too, but he appreciates the gesture. Besides, he likes spending time with Bobby. He smiles, thinking of their inevitable dad rock jam session on the way there and back.

“Thank you, Bobby,” he says softly. “See you in thirty.”

[sinsdaycorp]

“you do see all her red flags, right?” Yoko asked as she saw what enid was doing.

Enid grinned. “are you kidding? They’re not warning flags… it’s more like a carnival!”

Yoko, sighed. “whatever you say, pup. Just be careful.”

Enid, beaming a smile as she folds up a piece of paper and taps Bianca’s shoulder. The siren turns to look at her curiously.

Enid hands her the paper and points to Wednesday as she whispered “pass this to Addams.”

Bianca grabbed the paper and leaned across her desk, poking Wednesday in the shoulder with her pen.

Wednesday glares but her look changes to confusion as Bianca hands her the folded note. She hesitantly takes it and bianca gestured to Enid who was watching with anticipation.

Wednesday turns to her desk properly and unfolds the note, Enid’s hastily written words stare back at her.

Would you like to be my date to the Rave’n?

🔳 🔳

Yes/No

(Tick a box!)

Wednesday glanced back towards the wolf, she appeared to be almost deflating with worry as Wednesday turned back to the page and picked up her pen.

The bell chimed as Wednesday finished on the paper, she folded it up and packed her items up. She had the next class with a seat right beside Enid, so the blonde could surely wait the extra few minutes.

-

Wednesday settled her pen, notebook, and the note neatly on her desk as she sat down. She glanced at the note before sucking in a breath and slid it towards Enid as the blonde took her seat.

Enid smiled tightly when their eyes met and took the note.

“Sinclair, Addams- no note passing. Separate!”

The teacher said.

“We weren’t, she was just letting me have a headache tablet,” Enid said, holding up her water bottle and a a strip of painkillers that she kept in her pencil case where she’d stuffed the note quickly.

The teacher nodded and Enid sighed in relief before taking a sip of her water.

She slid her bottle to the side and flicked her eyes to the note poking out, her gaze lifted to see the teacher watching her as he spoke and she shrunk in her seat slightly, her whole body burning with a need to read what Wednesday had spent the last minutes of the last class writing.

The teacher turned to the board, pointing as he spoke and she took her opportunity to pull the paper from her case, quietly unfolding it before she looked down at it, her head tilting before she coughed to cover a soft laugh.

Instead of ticking a box, Wednesday had quickly drawn an uno reverse card and written beneath it. “I was going to ask you tonight. Meet on the balcony at 7?”

Enid saw Wednesday looking at her out of her peripheral so she nodded quickly and tucked the note into her pencil case for safe keeping.

[lilyoffandoms]

Flynn O’Malley for @choicesbookclub

[Grant] [Naomi] [Kate]

I played along, but I truly wish I could have interacted more with this book club because this is one of my top ten favorite choices stories. Anyway, have a Flynn from Cian’s pov on their houseboat.

[no background & morning fog background under cut]

VoS Drabble - Flynn x Cian

A/N & Warnings: I just always imagined Flynn was never a morning person but Cian, being a rise before the sun kinda guy, gets him to get out of bed (sometimes) and join him on the deck to watch the sun paint the sky. Flynn complains (good-naturedly), slips on last night’s shirt - or even better, Cian’s shirt - and joins him on deck with coffee (lots of it. I just need this for them okay?!

The sky is dark shades of purple, red, and orange as the first rays of light make their way over the horizon. It was these colors that make clear what Homer meant when referencing the wine dark sea.

He can hear Flynn moving around below and he laughs to himself when he hears Flynn trip in the dark room with a curse.

He’s told him countless times, he doesn’t have to join him this early but Flynn always does if he wasn’t called out by the station. Not that Cian is complaining. It’s one of his favorite times of the day together.

The telltale clink of coffee cups announces Flynn’s arrival up the stairs. His grunt of good morning announces his arrival on the top deck.

Cian turns and smiles at him. “Did you bring enough coffee?” he teases as Flynn hands him a cup and pours his own from the thermos.

“Not nearly enough for this ungodly hour,” Flynn shoots back with a quirk of his lips.

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My Art Ish Thing Tag (Choices Edition): @storyofmychoices @aallotarenunelma @twinkleallnight @thosehallowedhalls @dutifullynuttywitch

[97keanu]

Please we need more young John wick 😭

Young!John Wick x Ballerina!Reader

Drabble: Jardani shows you the ropes of wrestling secretly while you two are training together with the Ruska Roma. You show him a few things you’ve learned from being brought up as a ballerina, which is that your greatest strength is to look pretty and steal the show. Jardani, however, reminds you that he is a fast learner.

Your breathing comes in harder and harder breathes, and you try to hide it, hide how much this is all taking out of you. You’re not used to this, usually only the boys were taught to fight like this, while you were more used to subtly in frilly white ballet skirts and powdery pink slippers. This was a whole new territory for you, and as your sparing partner lifts you with ease once more, and gently despite his firm grip, pins you to the ground once more.

“You ballerina’s really are soft, huh?” Jardani says with a smirk, his voice quiet and controlled unlike your labored breathing.

His teasing only ignites your will, which, in retrospect, was likely his goal all along.

You say nothing as his face is still so close to yours, in fact, your mind turns to a different approach. If beating him in sheer strength was not your strong point, then you can do what you were taught to do.

You let the breath between the two of you linger, your eyes softening into his. You see Jardani’s dark brown eyes drift, confused as to why you’re so much more relaxed in his arms, why your eyelids are fluttering softly, why your gaze has drifted down to his lips with a look of helplessness and want.

As Jardani begins to lean into you, just as you planned for him to do, you catch him off guard, slipping out of his grasp when he least expects it, and flipping him so you’re straddling his waist now, his hands pinned. He stares up at you with his mouth open to say something, anything that doesn’t incriminate him at the moment.

“Who’s the soft one again?” You say with a grin and watch as he gazes up at you with a mixture of the greatest awe you’ve seen in a man, and an equal amount of annoyance. John says nothing as you stand, holding out a hand for him to bring himself up with.

He has never been the type of man to feel emasculated by such a gesture, so he takes your hand with ease, the rough calluses on his much more apparent than yours. He lets the momentum of being pulled up pull you closer to him, until your skin touches his, forearm against his chest, almost too comfortably fitting there. He looks into your eyes now, as if he has never seen a prettier color in his life, a look you have never really seen from him before. He is usually so tense, so quiet, so stern despite his youth, but now he stands before you as a young man. A young man whose eyes drift to your pretty pink lips, and take you in with a want that was only natural. Without even really thinking, the adrenaline from the sparing clouding your mind, and being so close to Jardani now, where you can see him so closely watching you, you lean into his body.

You watch as a silent grin breaks out from those more than kissable lips of his, and your want of him sours with the taste of your own medicine being thrown back at you.

“You forget that I am a quick learner.” Jardani chirps with that almost punchable grin he gets when he wins.

You give him a light shove, hands firm against his muscular chest, and resisting the urge to think to hard about it, instead trying to give your best angry face at him, but you can’t stay mad. The two of you break out laughing, something only you two can ever share with each other. Something that wasn’t allowed or encouraged by The Director. Something you two can relish in each other just to get through all this.

You continue your sparing lesson with Jardani with a lighter spirit between the two of you.

[whumpsoda]

I bet Adrastus wakes Malak up w soft murmurs in their own native language as they stroke his eyes, hair, and cheek

Darius simply snaps and Nevan is up

WOHEO Masterlist cw: hypnosis, pet whump, servant whump

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“Mmmnn…” Malak hummed lightly, the brush of fingers frolicking through his curls stirring him from heavy, weightful sleep. Curling into the embrace of stuffed toys and blankets that scattered his body, his cheek deepened it’s succumb into his cloud soft bed.

His master, with care and delicacy, crawled beside him, hands trailing over the cusps of his plump skin. “Wakey, wakey, love.” They whispered, lips nearly kissing his ear, spreading over with the warmth of their breath.

“Mmmngh… mmm…” he groaned, shifting further to drowsy comfortability, rather than their call of consciousness.

Adrastus giggled, sweet and soft, a song that swept through his open ears. “So silly, you. Sleepy boy. Sleepy, sleepy… alas, we must awaken for the night. A pity, really.” They circled his cheek, touch following to a path down to his belly. 

“Nngh…” He flopped over and onto his back, allowing them full range to rub the flesh of his plush stomach. They slithered around him, smile kind and entrancing. Drool beads dribbled from the corners of his upturning lips as he snuggled into them.

“You mustn’t truly get up just yet, baby. Just allow your little mind to unfold from sleep.” They murmured, settling their head atop his own, and nuzzling against his cheek, only eliciting more quiet purrs out from his lips.

For what felt like an eternity they whispered supple, magical mumbles through one ear and out the other, honeydew coos that graced his mind with cotton candy clouds. Malak wished he would never have to get up, and his master would just allow him to simmer in bliss for a lifetime. 

Really, they did.

…

Only one single chime of an- his-  insistent, ringing bell was needed to stir Nevan’s mind from drooping unconsciousness in that of an instant, ripping him quick out of slumber. Breath hitching, he lifted from the cushion that was his bed, frame swaying with drowsy dizziness as he neatly clasped his palms together. Master, master, master, his mind shrieked, obeying dutifully to the call of the bell.

“Up.” His master commanded, towering below the doorway, an elegantly green robe tied perfectly around his slender waist.

Nevan blinked slowly, adjusting to the world around him. Admittedly he should’ve been immediately up and ready to go, should have been much used to the repetition of their morning routine. “Sure, um, Mas… ter…” he stumbled, wiping at his eyes and yawning with casualty as he shifted to kneeling.

Frown firming, Darius grimaced with tense disapproval. “Again.”

“Yes, Master.” The words rolled right from the thrall’s swift tongue, no hesitancy blocking the way of his speech. Nevan made a beeline to his feet, resuming his expected position. 

He couldn’t believe he had been so insolent. So unforgivably and disgustingly disrespectful. Toward his master, no less. Yawning? Sure? His master even had to wake him up himself!

For the rest of morning chores, bouncing about his brain Nevan chastised himself for making such an idiotic mistake. He hoped his master could find it in his heart to grant him undeserved forgiveness, but he knew a punishment would be awaiting him.

[xunandran]

Nobody Knows

A Buddie Drabble (100 words)

Prompt: Secretly Married

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“You forgot this.” 

Buck grins, a little embarrassed as Eddie tosses his helmet. It’s okay though. They’re coworkers. Everyone knows they look out for each other. 

“Hold still.”

Buck smiles as Eddie adjusts his clips and knots. They’re partners. Everyone knows a burning building is all in a day’s work. 

“Good Work out there!”

Buck beams as Eddie shoulders him on his way to the showers. They’re friends. Everyone knows Eddie builds him up. 

“I love you.”

Buck blushes as Eddie slips the ring back on his finger. They’re husbands. Everyone’s already gone, but eventually, they’ll know this as well.

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@buddiedrabbles - Thanks for the prompt!

[ladycatofwinterfell]

We get Ned loving Catelyn’s hair a lot (understandably), what about Cat playing with Ned’s hair?

Yes! Them being fluffy in bed together and Cat playing with Ned’s hair, enjoy <3

“Must you always do that?” Catelyn had to ask when Ned pushed himself off the bed.

Once her heart slowed and she stopped sweating it would feel cool enough in there. There was little need to let the cold night into her chambers.

“To keep from dying, aye” Ned simply responded.

With ease he opened the window, something he had done uncountable times before. Something it seemed she couldn’t keep him from no matter how many times she raised complaints.

A cool wind swept through the room and Catelyn immediately shivered. Even in summer it was so cold. Though at least it wasn’t snowing. More than once he had opened the windows only for the wind to bring snow with it inside and then she had been less than glad with him.

“You’re not a very good guest, my lord.”

“A guest in my own wife’s bedchamber? You hurt me, Catelyn.”

Even as he had his back to her she heard the smile in his voice when he spoke. It made her feel just a little warmer even though it was not nearly warm enough.

“Close the window and come back to bed” she told him.

He only did half of what he was told. The window remained open, though he did come back to bed. She didn’t know how much more she could ask for, was happy he at least warmed her when he insisted on keeping the window open.

When joining her in the bed he pulled the furs up halfway over them, leaving their upper bodies bare. And so she pulled him to her so that he could rest against her and further help with fending off the cold. Without resistance he laid his head down on her shoulder.

Her stoic and stern lord husband, hers to take into her arms.

“You’re soft” he murmured as he put an arm over her. “Better than any pillow.”

“That’s due to you, my lord.”

The children had left their weight on her, made her rounder and softer. A change she was not very fond of but that Ned often let her know he liked.

“One of many joys our children have brought me.”

They had not chosen one another. Had she been allowed to truly choose in her youth she would not have chosen him. Though how glad she was for that it was him in the bed with her. His hands moving over her skin, his head resting on her shoulder, his tongue that said he loved her.

Reaching up with one hand she weaved her fingers into his hair, gently running her nails along his scalp.

Catelyn liked that he kept his hair long, liked what it did with his face. She liked the little braids he often had in it, liked it when he tied it back. She also liked it when he kept it loose for bed and she was free to comb through it with her hands.

A satisfied noise came from him, close to a cat purring when pet. He had small noises he made when he was comfortable and at peace, hums and sighs that spoke of those feelings even as he did not voice them. Catelyn had never asked of whether or not he was aware of it out of fear that he would stop. She so liked that he was not always as silent as he could be.

“You are a sweet man, Eddard Stark” she could not help but say.

Ned huffed, though said nothing more. When she turned her head a little to look at him she saw he had closed his eyes as if to sleep.

Though he would not sleep yet, he very rarely fell asleep before her. Catelyn felt weary from the day and still she had no wish to sleep yet. She wanted to lie there and merely enjoy Ned’s warm presence as she ran her fingers through his hair again and again.

Ned must have been spent, too. Soon Catelyn heard how his breathing slowed, how suddenly he was almost melting into her.

In the end it was one of the very rare nights when he would sleep first. Still he had something that needed doing before he could do so.

“Don’t fall asleep, the window is still open.”

For a moment it seemed like he hadn’t heard her, then he groaned. He didn’t open his eyes, only wrapped his arms tighter around her.

“Ned” she said softly. “Close the window. I will not do it myself.”

That time he answered her.

“What does it matter? I will keep you warm.”

“A sweet promise, my love, though soon even you will be freezing.”

His hot northern blood would not keep him safe forever, not even he could defeat the cold nights. It was already much too cold in there, even with him pressed against her.

With a sigh Ned seemed to force his eyes open. After that it was another moment before he pushed away from her. Slowly he moved across the floor and over to the window.

“Now we may sleep” Catelyn said as he closed it and pulled for the tapestries again.

The room was still too cold for her liking, the chill already having made its way inside. Though at least it would not get colder and soon enough the warm water running through the walls would have brought warmth back.

Almost groggily Ned stumbled back into the bed, quickly settling against her just as he had before. Even the arm flung over her ended up in the same place.

She knew he would be too warm soon. Most likely he was already too warm. Still he would sleep entangled with her because he considered it worth it. Perhaps because he knew how much she liked it.

“Are you happy now?” Ned asked, again having closed his eyes.

It would have been impossible not to smile.

“Very much so, my dear. Very much so.”

[englass]

Concept/Title: Touch

Pairing(s): John Seed x Fem!Reader (because I was thinking of him when I started this, but—), Male!Character x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 402

Warning(s): NSFW/Explicit, Filth and Fluff, Implied Yandere? (was aiming for that originally but don’t think it completely carried through— oops)

A/N(s): I once famously said that Plains and Valleys would (very likely) be my only smut piece… As you can see, that’s now not quite true 🙈😅

-/-/-

You gasp, twitching in your prone position against the sheets. Held down gently by your lover as you keen high and reedy, his arm pinned across your abdomen as the fingers of his free hand curl inside you. Drawing out your orgasm and threatening to push you into another as he mouths at your cunt, tongue flat and firm against your clit as a satisfied growl rumbles in his chest.

The deep sound makes you clench tighter around his fingers, has you whining prettily for him as he rewards you with a teasing brush of his lips, a brief and gentle scrap of teeth against your sensitive skin.

God, you’re so gorgeous, he utters, voice wrecked between your thighs, so pretty for me like this; could watch you cum on my fingers all day. Fuck, I love you, —

Teeth sink into the meat of your thigh, a passionate bite that has you yelping as he suddenly thrust his fingers as deep as they can go with a growling snarl. Tears beading in the corners of your eyes at the sweet sting of overstimulation. Hand blindly grabbing at his wrist as you bite into the back of your other hand, barely stifling the almost tortured whine of his name.

I need you to cum for me again, he pants, sucking and worrying his tongue in a purposeful drag over the impromptu bite mark, Can you do that for me, sweetheart? You gonna be a good girl and cum for me, hm?

The tears run down the side of your face, writhing amongst the twisted sheets with a shake of your head. Wanting a reprieve from the onslaught of sensation against your sensitive skin.

No? Leaning close, bracketing you in under his sturdy form, his breath a hot caress against your ear and his thumb a soothing sweep across your tacky cheeks, brushing your tears away, Not even on my cock?

The offer makes you tighten around his fingers, whimper as that sting eases into something more, interest piqued as a new hunger curls low within your stomach.

You’ve been such a good girl for me. Doing so well taking my fingers, looking so pretty cumming on my tongue. Don’t you want more?

He moves down then back up. Lips kissing and brushing in a leisurely descent and climb over your stomach, chest, neck, jaw and cheek. Stopping once again to teasingly breath into your sensitive ear, Don’t you want me?

[avida-heidia-5]

Trick or treat!

Hi Cove! Here’s a (roughly) 200 word Nigelio drabble I’ve written, just for you!:

“Hold me close, don’t let me go.” Nigel murmured into Elio’s shoulder as they huddled in each other’s arms under a large blanket.

And Elio did so, wrapping his arm around the Brit’s back and pushing him lightly and gently into his chest, closer to his rapidly beating heart.

“Oh no.”

Elio suddenly pulls away, perhaps a little too hastily, to shoot a worried look at him. “What’s the matter? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” replied Nigel, who sounded way too casual to be in any sort of pain. “Is something wrong?”

This reaction confused the little Italian for a bit. “Are you sure you’re okay? You just said ‘Oh no’, as if you… I don’t know… hurt yourself or something! Do you need help?”

Realisation strikes Nigel and he lets out a cheerful chuckle. “Oh, Elio! It’s from a song! David Essex. It’s one of my favourites. Don’t tell me you haven’t heard of it.”

Elio paused, and gave it some thought. “I… don’t know, actually. I might have come across it at some point in my life, but I cannot tell you what it is or how it goes or who sang it.”

“Well,” purred Nigel. “You have a lot to learn, my friend. Tell you what, once this chilly weather passes over us, I’ll take my car for a little spin and you can have a listen to it then. My treat.” He added with a wink. A wink that made the Italian’s eyes sparkle with joy.

[talktonytome]

They’re in the middle of walking down the sidewalk, on their way to the coffee shop a few blocks down, while Buck’s spouting facts about coffee roasting and different drinks, and how “an americano is actually an excellent drink and if people don’t know how to prepare it properly, they should just say that!”

He barely registers Tommy taking his wrist and smoothly moving him around to the side away from traffic. They continue walking, Tommy nodding along to all his facts, with a fond look on his face. “Did you know a blonde roast surprisingly has more caffeine than a dark roast? Most people assume a dark roast would have more, but no,” Buck explains. “It honestly just tastes bitter to me, but if you ever have that problem, you can add a bit of Himalayan or other salt and it counteracts some of the bitterness!” He finishes excitedly.

“I actually didn’t know that,” Tommy glances over at him, “that is pretty cool,” he smiles. “You’re really something, you know,” he breathes, voice full of affection.

Buck blushes, breath catching, like it does every time Tommy says something like that or looks at him like that. “Feel free to stop me, if I ever get too annoying,” he says. “I promise I won’t be offended!”

“Now why would I do that?” Tommy frowns. “Evan, I think you’re adorable, you know that- and when you talk so passionately about things that interest you? Well, you’re absolutely radiant.” He takes Buck’s hand in his and intertwines them. “So thank you, but by all means, always feel free to ramble with me.”

And what is Buck supposed to do, but give Tommy a blinding smile, and hope that he would always keep him?

It’s not until they get to the door of the coffee shop that realization stops Buck in his tracks. “Tommy?”

“Hm?” Tommy pushes the door open, waiting for Buck to walk through, but he’s still frozen outside.

“Before, did you… did you move me away from the street? Like, that old-fashioned gentleman-y move?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Tommy shrugs innocently, holding the door open for an older couple. “Ready for coffee?”

“Tommy!”

[sinsdaycorp]

Enid is relaxing on her bed when Wednesday storms into the room, slams the door and tosses her backpack carelessly across to the Color-bare side of the room.

Enid sits up a little, leaning on her elbows about to question Wednesday when the raven closes her eyes, clenches her fists and takes a few deep breaths to try and calm herself.

Thing wobbles a little as he crawls out of Wednesdays bag and scurries to Enid’s side of the room, tapping and moving his fingers quickly.

Pugsley is transferring to Nevermore.

Enid blinks a little then stands, giving thing her phone so the hand can play a game on it while she hesitantly moves towards Wednesday, carefully resting a hand on the goths elbow.

“What can I do to help?”

Wednesday opens her eyes and is a little taken aback that she didn’t check the room before her tiny tantrum.

“Nothing. I apologise if I distracted you from anything.”

Enid rolls her eyes but opens her arms. “C’mon, Nes. Give your favourite wolf a hug. They’re very calming.”

Wednesday’s lip twitches at the corner as she tries to fight the smile the blonde always manages to bring to her lips. Stepping forward, Wednesday hid her face against Enid’s neck, her arms dangling at her sides as Enid wraps her in a tight hug.

“Tighter?” Enid asked after a moment.

Wednesday nodded, a sigh escaping her as Enid tightened her hold and Wednesdays back rippled and popped with a crack running up her spine.

“Thank you,” Wednesday murmured after a few more deep breaths left her lungs.

“What else are girlfriends for?” Enid asked, pressing a light kiss to the top of Wednesdays head as the goth slowly pilled away.

“You know you’re more useful than that, Enid.”

Enid shrugged with a smile. “I know, I just like being useful, especially for you.”

Wednesday leaned up on her toes, pressing a gentle kiss to the blondes lips. “Would you-“ Wednesdays eyes flickered to her bed and then back to Enid.

“You want more cuddles?” Enid offered.

“Please.”

Enid smiled brighter and scooped Wednesday up, carrying her to the black bedding, laying down with Wednesday lying on top of her, her arms folded around Wednesday lower back as she held on firmly.

“Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome, Nes. I love you.”

“I love you too, Enid.”

[hoffstrap-yuri]

Okay okay uhh writing prompts!! as a 3dshipping fan (but u know no pressure)

Holding hands - 42

Hugs - 16

Kisses - 56

Holding hands 42- dragging the other with them, holding their hand

Hugs 16- 'not wanting to let go' hugs

Kisses 56- angry kisses Of course, hope you enjoy!!

--- Hoffman hissed as the puke green light filled the space of the bathroom. He knew who would be perched in the doorway, waiting for his repentance. He didn’t say anything as the silhouette moved to turn the painful fluorescent lights on, his eyes had barely adjusted to the hall light. He snapped his eyelids shut before opening them again, watching as the other man paced across the room.

“My, you look famished.”

“Fuck you.” The man chained to the wall said. Or at least tried to say. It was supposed to come off confident but with the limited amount of water the doctor was giving him, Mark’s voice was hoarse. Just enough to keep him alive if he didn’t drink it all at once. Not enough to comfortably satisfy his thirst. Most of the time, Lawrence was careful enough to make sure not to get to close to Hoffman. He had learned the hard way that the man was still bitter, even though this was just a natural consequence of disobeying their master’s command. Mark lashed out like a wounded dog, and Lawrence had reigned him back in like the good disciple that he was.

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The first time he had walked in after chaining Hoffman up the man feigned pity. Not that Lawrence bought it, but he got close enough to Hoffman that the former detective snatched the cane bitterly and sent the other apprentice down to the floor. His hand clasped onto Lawrence’s and dragged the man away from his mobility aid.

“This how that pathetic little guy felt as you held him in his arms?” Hoffman’s eyes were filled with anger, but Lawrence’s filled with rage. How dare Mark speak about Adam like he knew him. Without thinking, Lawrence’s hand jerked and connected with Hoffman’s head, shoving it into the white tiles stained by a decade’s worth of blood. The fresh blood from Mark’s head spilled beautifully into the grout as Lawrence used his disoriented state to his advantage, turning around and grabbing his cane from across the room. That was the end of that visit and Lawrence was much more careful now around the last one of John’s chosen.

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“Fuck you.” Mark repeated. His voice shook as he said it. Lawrence seemed satisfied with himself, the giant wall of meat looked as though he might cry. What could be the reason this time, Lawrence wondered to himself. He put the water bowl in front of Mark, sliding it across the floor towards him. The water splashed onto the floor and Mark got onto his knees to lap up what he could from the bowl before more water could displace itself. It wasn’t enough. It would never be enough, but until Lawrence grew a conscious or stopped playing Jigsaw pretend, Mark had to drink what was given and accept it. Lawrence turned away after Hoffman was finished, picking the bowl up after scooting it closer to himself. “Wait.”

“What?”

“Don’t go.” Mark pleaded. His ego had been chipped down to next to nothing so he couldn’t say he really felt shame in asking his captor to indulge in his request for company.

“Why not?”

“I…” His voice broke as he thought of a reason that would satisfy Lawrence. He came up with nothing and resentful tears started streaming down his face. “I need to feel someone.” Lawrence’s head titled to the side as he considered the words Mark laid before him. He had to laugh. He ran a careful fingertip over the parched lips of Hoffman before sliding his thumb over the center of Mark’s cupid’s bow.

“Like that?”

“More…”

“Like… this?” Lawrence paused for a second as his lips hovered over the other’s mouth. He applied on the slightest of pressure at first, but Hoffman seemingly melted at the contact. Hoffman poured what little strength he still had into turning the kisses from something soft and chaste to something more bitter, angry even. He would bit down on the inside of Lawrence’s lip if he didn’t know the other man would mistake it for a sign of aggression but he knew the other apprentice well. Hell he could know it was a sign of aggression and still punish Hoffman for slipping up. Sometimes it felt like he was trapped on his own ice cube trap dealing with Lawrence’s whims. “Who knew you would be such an emotional whore? That all it would take was a kiss from me to keep you under control?”

“Shut up.” Hoffman’s eyes started down at his feet. He knew he shouldn’t have kissed Lawrence and yet there they were. Hoffman’s arms weakly reached out for the soft love handles of Lawrence’s side before resting his hands there.

“I do not have a key, if that is what you are looking for.” Lawrence said completely deadpan. When Mark didn’t start feeling him up he actually wrapped an arm around the former prodigy’s back and held him against his chest. Mark’s face buried into the rather ugly dad cardigan that the doctor was wearing and took in his scent. So sterile. Clean. Like he keep himself separate from his identity as the Jigsaw killer. Something Mark never got. His lips came crash back onto Lawrence’s as he tried to swallow down the rage at John’s injustices. Lawrence returned the contact with not so much as a muscle out of place. Perfection. That’s the doctor’s aim. Lawrence pulled away from the kiss and looked down at his watch.

“I have a patient I need to meet with in thirty minutes.” He remarked callously, “I’ve had more than enough play time.” Mark’s grip on the fabric of Lawrence’s top got tighter. To feel his bulk after months of the cold in the bathroom felt like heaven.

“Don’t leave me…”

Lawrence pried his hands off of Hoffman and turned away. “Maybe if you’re this well behaved next time… well that’s if you can behave.” Lawrence walked away from Hoffman, leaving him in the dark alone once more.

[lilyoffandoms]

Grant Emerson for @choicesbookclub

[Flynn] [Naomi] [Kate]

You know me and my series hehe

VoS Drabble - Grant x Astrid

A/N & Warnings: Hints at nsft. Astrid belongs to @jerzwriter. Thought I’d switch it up and write an endgame for Grant. While Cian romanced him, Flynn was endgame. And, well, Elsa, I saw all your screenshots of Astrid’s ending with Grant and I had to. Hope ya don’t mind me borrowing her.

He’s up early. He always is. Client case files laid out in front of him on the window seat. Soft morning light pouring in our bay windows.

The view out the window is gorgeous but the view this side of the panes is even more so. It’s like the architect had Grant and mornings in mind when they designed this room.

I shift in bed to better watch him and he glances up and a smile breaks on his face.

“Want some coffee?”

“Not yet,” I murmur.

He walks over and places a soft kiss to my lips

before padding out into the kitchen. I close my eyes and listen to him moving about.

I won the fucking lottery, I smile.

He returns a few minutes later and sets the French press beside me on the end table.

“For when you’re ready,” he smiles into another kiss before returning to the window and his work.

I watch him a while longer. How can I not? And then slide from the bed taking the sheets we tangled up in last night with me.

I make a few steps before I’m stopped in my tracks by the dazzling smile he throws at my approach.

He laughs when it’s clear I will not manage another step.

“Are you alright?”

I laugh and shake my head.

“It’s taken me a while to get used to waking up in this large a bed, in this large a room, in this large a house, with one helluva view.”

I look him up and down to drive my point home.

“I sense a but,” he grins.

“But I manage,” I smirk at him as I let the sheet fall away and walk back to a bed with a sway of my hips to lure him in.

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Event Tag: @julychallenge (playfulness)

My Art Ish Thing Tag (Choices Edition): @storyofmychoices @aallotarenunelma @twinkleallnight @thosehallowedhalls @dutifullynuttywitch

I know there is overlap for this one but I cut & paste lol

All Choices Fic Tag: @storyofmychoices @aallotarenunelma @inlocusmads @jerzwriter @thosehallowedhalls @dutifullynuttywitch

[mushroomskykid]

"I'm scared."

"It's okay." Mushroom squeezed Beans's hand with a small smile. "I'm scared too, but i'm here with you."

She seems to ignore the last sentence as she sniffled.

"....why are we doing it?" Beans whined, tears appearing in the corners of her eyes. The loud sounds of rocks and crystals falling and shattering around them were overwhelming her. "We'll never reach it. What's the point?"

Mushroom didn't reply, tightly holding Beans's hand in their own hand. They wished to have a proper answer for the last question....or?

"To save others." Mushroom managed to reply with a slight hesitation. That was the answer, right?

Beans looked around, the view was blurred from tears, but she could see the silhouette of statues near them both. "...after that, we are going to play with shrimps, right?"

"...yeah, sure." Mushroom shook their head with a smile. "Let's go."

Beans nodded.

...and so both of them started to move forward.

[whumpsoda]

as someone who has exp w bad anxiety around sleep time, I have the vivid idea of sired nevan finding malak pacing or something and leading him back to bed via entrancement

cw: hypnosis, fluff, vampire carewhumper

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“H- hey, uh, hun? You okay?” Nevan hung to the doorway, studying the human as he nervously bit at his nails.

Malak shook his head, clenching and unclenching his fists repeatedly. “No, um, I- I don’t… don’t feel… good.” 

“‘R you feeling extra anxious again? You’re pacing.”

“Y- yeah. Yeah. Maybe.”

“Hey, c’mere.” Stepping toward his friend with open arms, gently he took Malak’s fingers in his. “It’s okay, you’re okay. Just look at, at me, alright?”

“Um, mhm.” The sensation of blossoming warmth from the contact of Nevan’s fingers rubbing over his mixed with the mere sight of his glittering gaze already began a fuzzy feeling in his mind, distancing his thoughts and popping them like bubbles.

Nevan flashed him a tender grin, one that pulsed honeydew pleasure through his heart. “I’m going to talk to you, okay? I just want you to listen to my words, focus very carefully, because I know you’re so, so good at that.” His voice was low and hushed, the only sound to fill up Malak’s susceptible ears.

“Good…” he mumbled, already starting to lose himself in the blissful spell of praise.

“That’s right, hun, you’re so good. You’re so good, relaxed, and calm, letting a wave of, of serenity wash right over you as I speak. That wave takes out all your worrier with it as it leaves, leaving you perfectly nice and calm.” 

“C- calm… relax…” Malak nodded along as he felt the wave spread right from the vampire’s touch, sending his mind reeling into the blank space of his mind.

“Good, good. Let’s start moving to the bedroom, okay? But I have to help you along because you’re so very, very drowsy and relaxed, so very ready for bed. Prepared to snuggle in under all the blankets right next to me, and allow sleep to take it’s easy hold on you, just like my trance.”

He smiled a sleepy grin as Nevan helped him to their bed, words circling through his brain over cotton clouds. “Drowsy… ummm… sleeeeep…”

Nevan huffed a chuckle. “Alright, sugar pie, climb in, okay? I’ll be right beside you and we’ll be all sleepy and relaxed together. That sounds very nice, doesn’t it?”

“Very nice…” Nevan handed him his stuffed plush of which he hugged tight to his chest, and tucked him right in with a pile of the fuzziest blankets.

“That’s right.” He pressed a soft and sweet peck to his human’s forehead, just before he could completely drift off. “I love you, sugar pie. You’re the best, most drowsy and relaxed boy of them all.”

“Love, um… you too…” Malak replied, just before he lost himself to unconscious, and dreams of his best friend.

[xunandran]

Wish

A Buddie Drabble (100 words)

Prompt: "I wanna be loved like that"

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With a resistant screech, scorched metal wrenches free. 

Buck offers her a blanket, but she shrugs it off, favoring the arms of her husband instead. Tears mix with oil, clinging limbs and earnest kisses sealing and resealing their connection. 

“Thank you,” the husband breathes to the pair as he guides her away, tending to her every need.

Buck watches the pair, wide eyed, tear-stricken. “I wanna be loved like that,” he whispers, a prayer to the aether. 

From behind, Eddie hears. He watches Buck, wishing only for the courage to speak what roils in his heart. 

You already are.

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@buddiedrabbles - thanks for the prompt!