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[oldschoolfic-ds9]

My Obsession

by Dale, unknown year

My hands are tied, and I'm hanging naked from a hook in the middle of one of Quark's holosuites. Ben left me here dripping sweat, semen, and trepidation.

Words: 100, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Rating: R

Warnings: BDSM

Characters: Julian Bashir

Relationships: Sisko/Bashir

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[serenescribe]

thank you @oddberryshortcake for letting me write something based on this absolutely heart-wrenching post! i am in shambles from the newest update. spoilers ahead.

“Silver,” Lilia whispers, in a voice that breaks as it spills past his cracked lips.

Lilia pays no attention to the way his knees ache, kneeling for as long as he has been, the thin fabric of his stockings rubbing raw patches into his flesh. Nor does he focus on any of the other ailments afflicting him — the blanket of fatigued exhaustion weighing down his shoulders, the throbbing agony pulsating through his head, the scratchy dryness itching up the inside of his throat. The only thing he has eyes for is his son: Silver, who lays in his arms, cradled close to Lilia’s body, his head lolling against Lilia’s chest.

Silver’s eyes remain firmly shut. He is still asleep.

Oh, Lilia’s heart crumbles with each ticking second, eyes fixated upon the slow rise and fall of Silver’s chest. He is not dead — Not yet, a terrible, pesky part of Lilia’s mind, words uttered from the lips of a disillusioned general, tells him, to which Lilia bats away, trying to ignore the thought. The sight of his breathing should fill Lilia with relief because it means Silver is still alive.

And yet, Lilia can only hang his head over Silver’s body, cradling him even closer, arms wrapped protectively around the body of his son, his child.

“Wake up, Silver,” Lilia murmurs into his ear. He blinks, eyes wet and heavy, feels something sliding down his cheek — a single solitary tear, but not alone for long. Wet droplets land on Silver’s body, sinking into the fabric of his shirt. How long has it been since Lilia cried like this? He cannot remember. Seven hundred years spent alive does that to someone — it numbs their heart, dries their tears, makes it nigh impossible to cry, especially when so much of their past is occupied by something as numbing as the wretched consequences of wars long fought.

Silver still does not stir.

Distantly, Lilia notices the faint tracks marring his cheeks, echoes of tears long since shed. He reaches for it with a thumb, swiping at the dried stains, as though wiping it away could erase all of the pain Silver must have gone through in his dream. He knows enough of what happened, knows of it from what the others has told him, and it makes his heart shatter — the thought that Silver had nearly succumbed to his own blot, all because he found out his past, a past Lilia tried to hide for fear of Silver being judged for the sins of his fathers, breaks something nestled deep inside of his chest.

Lilia closes his eyes. “I love you,” he breathes, words he has been so terrified of saying all these years. He does love Silver, truly — but to utter those three words, the words a young Silver have always said to him so freely with that beaming smile spreading across his chubby child cheeks… For years, Lilia has evaded ever speaking them into reality, to return the obvious affection of his son instead of laughing it off and saying “I know.”

And as a consequence of that, Lilia is now far too late.

He knows he is not alone in this room. He can hear things — conversations that swirl together, hushed murmurs, snatches of his name and Silver’s own, footsteps and doors creaking open and shut. He can see things — in his peripheral vision mainly, shadows that approach and depart, the occasional sight of footsteps slipping into view. He can feel things — a hand coming to rest on his shoulder, fingers reaching out to stroke Silver, all touches that Lilia shrinks away from, pulls Silver away from. Because as far as his addled mind is concerned, the only thing he can process right now is him and his son.

A memory haunts him: He is a few years younger, finding Silver for the first time. He uses his magic to explore his memories, discovers the identity of the child in the cradle, and finds out that he is the spawn of his enemies. And yet, all Lilia can focus on is the knowledge that Silver was fated to slumber until his true love woke him up, an unending rest only broken when Lilia stumbled upon him.

He is Silver’s true love, and Silver is his.

“Silver,” Lilia tries again, his voice cracking into splinters as he forces his name past his lips. “I love you. Wake up.”

Silver is his, isn’t he? Just as he is Silver’s — an absolute truth that Lilia turned a blind eye to for years, too scared to reciprocate the emotions swirling about his soul in full force, to unleash the depths of his love for his dear son. If Silver could wake from the throes of a sleep that had addled him for four hundred years all because of Lilia’s love for him, a love he had not realised the extent of when he found Silver for the first time, then surely he can do the same now, right?

Surely Lilia’s love for him, a love he knows now to show freely in the way he hugs him close, presses kisses against his forehead, will be enough to wake him… right?

So why is he not waking?

Why is he still asleep?

Is his love not enough? That cannot be the case. Lilia loves Silver — with all his heart, with all his soul; they have been bonded since the moment Silver was born, the invisible strings of fate entangling the two of them together before either of them knew it. Lilia is the key to Silver’s lock, his very presence opening the boy’s heart, dispelling the effects of a curse that has kept him in stasis for four long centuries. His only mistake was not showing his affections sooner, of keeping his heart carefully guarded until it was far too late.

So why then?

Why won’t Silver wake up?

[sevsgiirl]

— sevika having baby fever

synopsis: after waking up from a rather unexpected dream, sevika’s been a little bit more handsy than usual, as well as suggesting ideas you never would’ve thought would come out of her mouth. but you’re not against it.

tags: mentions of pregnancy, top!sevika, bottom!reader, breeding kink, strap-ons, daddy kink.

notes: just a small little drabble because the idea of sevika having baby fever enticed me, also don’t ask me about the back to back horny posting I don’t know what took over me either.

the idea of a child never appealed to sevika.

it’s not that she hates kids, she was actually quite neutral about them. she found them adorable, but not having one wasn’t something she’d consider a loss

so she doesn’t understand where the goddamn dream came from.

it came to her in a blur, but one moment she was in deep slumber, her vision engulfed in darkness then the next, your face suddenly showed. this wasn’t the first time she’s dreamt about you, as a matter of fact you’re a reoccurring actress in almost all of her dreams. specifically the lewd ones.

and in this dream you stayed relatively the same. your hair was still at its familiar length, along with the crookedness of your smile and the same twinkle in your eyes.

the difference was the shape of your tummy. as her dream continued her mind began to pick up the alterations of your body, how your stomach was fuller, and not in the way it usually is after you ate a full meal and end up a bit bloated. no, it was rounder.

perplexed, she walked closer to you and it was then she picked up on the setting her mind conjured up. it was your shared bedroom, but as she looked past you, she noticed a little addition in the corner between the closet and the window.

a small, wooden crib.

inside there were small baby pink pillows and a linen blanket with floral patterns embroidered on the material. plushies of varying animals could be seen inside as well.

as her eyes scanned the display, your soft voice finally broke her out of her reverie:

“you excited, honey?” you asked, your eyes fluttering up at her, and there was a glow to your face that she couldn’t quite place. you were radiant, and she was enthralled.

your hands smoothen over your belly before you reached up and touched her cheek.

“I love you so much,” you said, your voice merely a whisper “thank you for making me a mommy.”

she woke up in cold sweat that night.

ever since she’s been acting weird around you. asking you certain questions that raised an eyebrow or two, being extra handsy whenever you’re in the kitchen and she’d sneak up behind you, wrap her strong arms around your waist, which she’s always done whenever you were washing the dishes or cooking, but this time you noticed her hands were extra attentive to your belly.

how her palm would smooth over your midsection, kissing the pulse point below your ear, and nuzzling her face in the crook of your neck. holding you in a way as if she was scared that at any moment, you’d slip away.

yeah, something was definitely up with her.

you couldn’t pinpoint what exactly the issue was but you’d notice how her attention would drift off to certain things she never would’ve paid any mind back then.

you noticed it when you went to the market and brought sevika with you, too busy scanning the aisles of fresh vegetables that you didn’t pick up on the way sevika’s eyes wandered elsewhere.

specifically to the little kids playing far off into the distance chasing each other around with huge smiles on their faces, making sevika’s chest flutter and she was so fixated on the sight that her ears drowned out your voice and didn’t even notice you were calling out her name.

“sev,” you snapped your fingers in front of her face which finally caught her attention “are you there? I was asking if you’d like chicken soup for dinner?”

she cleared her throat and just nodded “y-yeah, it’s up to you, honey.”

you weren’t dumb. you noticed where her eyes drifted to and it was only a matter of time before the topic was brought up. but of course, she was stubborn, not to mention quite shy when voicing out her interest on a matter as serious as children.

regardless, you persisted.

“something bothering you, baby?” you asked her as you settled in bed late one night.

she shook her head “no, I’m fine.”

you hummed, your hands rubbing her forearms as you moved to straddle her lap.

“it doesn’t seem like you are. you’ve been distracted.” you said as you leaned down to pepper kisses down her neck “you know you can tell me anything…”

her chest tightened at your soft tone before she finally lets out a sigh “I had a dream a few nights ago.”

you listened intently as you motioned with your head for her to continue.

“it was weird because the idea never even crossed my mind before but… I dreamt you were pregnant. with my child. it’s crazy, I know. it’s not like it’s possible anyways but… I just can’t it get out of my mind.”

“the thought of having kids?”

she nodded as her flesh hand gripped your waist “and just… you. carrying my child. fuck baby, I can’t stop thinking about it.”

her voice dropped several octaves lower as she recalled the entire dream by memory “your belly was round, and you were glowing. you know that pregnancy glow they talk about? you had that. and your tits were all swollen and you looked so happy…”

you bit your lip as you started grinding lazily on her thighs, and you swore her eyes darkened.

“yeah? you liked the idea of knocking me up, honey?” you whispered, leaning down to press your mouth against hers “like the idea of making me a mommy?”

it was as if she was transported back to that dream, and she couldn’t help the primal need that suddenly uncoiled inside her hearing your words and how pliant you became.

“you like the idea?” she asked, her tone husky and it took a while for you to answer as you pondered.

after a minute or two, you nodded “if I’m being honest, it never crossed my mind either. thinking about it now though…”

her palm gripped your ass, making you squirm as she sat up a little so her face was closer to yours.

“you wanna have my kid, sweetheart?“ she asked “be my little housewife who walks around taking care of our baby while I go out and provide for our family?“

your eyes practically rolled to the back of your head as you gripped sevika’s shoulders.

“please daddy,”

and that’s how you found yourself on all fours, face pushed against the mattress as sevika plowed in and out of you with her strap. your juices dripping off her cock as she throws her head back and moans, the harness hitting her clit just right and causing the perfect amount of friction.

she reaches forward and takes you by your hair and pulls “that’s it. take it. take it for me, mama. such a good cunt that’s gonna take all my cum. you’re gonna take it won’t you?”

you nodded, drool gathering at the corners of your mouth “please, daddy. it feels so good.” you were basically slurring your words at this point and sevika couldn’t help but chuckle at your state. so cock drunk as she took you by your arms, and held you up so your back was against her chest.

she gripped both your tits with her flesh and mech hand, the cold texture of her metal fingers pinching your nipple and a shiver ran down your spine at the sensation. all the while you jostled violently in her hold as she kept hammering into you.

“pussy’s so fucking tight,” she groaned, reaching down with her right hand as she fingered the hood of your clit and rubbed, making you cry out “gonna fill it to the brim with my cum so you’ll have no choice but to carry my fucking kid. you will won’t you, sweetheart?”

you panted heavily as the fast strokes of her fingers and the harsh thrust of her cock inside you made your head spin “daddy, please. fuck. it feels so fucking good. I’m gonna cum. put a baby inside me please. make me a mommy.”

“oh, I’m gonna give it to you, alright. I’ll have one, two, three and heck, ten fucking children running around this house by the time I’m done with you.” beads of sweat slid down her forehead as she felt the throes of her orgasm approaching.

“because that’s all you’re good for right? to have your tight little cunt stuffed and bred?”

your climax tore through you so hard all you could do was whine in a silent cry, meanwhile sevika kept battering in and out of you still as your slick pooled down your thighs, the loud smacking of wet skin filling the room as she chased her own release.

“that’s it…” she muttered, holding you close “if only I could, I’d fuck this pussy just enough to get you pregnant on the first try.”

you sighed, blissful as you continued to let sevika use you, thinking if she really could. you’d let her.

over and over and over again.

[cosmoszyn]

eighth year | caleb.

caleb x nonmc! reader

tags: angst, drabble, hurt no comfort, unrequited love

part two of the drabble 'seven years'. please do read to have an additional context first!

"i love you."

"caleb, stop. you're drunk."

"no, i really do."

"weren't you just rejected by your childhood friend?"

your question was met with silence as the man standing across you sluggishly leans on the doorframe to your kitchen, darting his eyes elsewhere but yours. and despite the silence in the midst of his intoxicated confession, you could hear the vivid sound of his heart shattering to pieces.

you sigh.

"come on, let's get you to the couch," you say taking a few steps forward as you find him slowly sinking to his knees to your kitchen tiles and laying there in a fetal position.

"don' wanna," he slurs, curling himself further.

"stop being difficult," you groan, kneeling and reaching out to his shoulder.

caleb swats your hand away with a frown and half-lidded eyes, "not until you explain why you stopped talkin' to me t-these days," he demands. "how could you throw away seven years of our friendship like that?" he continued.

you clicked your tongue, returning your hands to his shoulder to get him to lay supine across the floor, "i didn't have a choice, caleb. you know that."

you receive a grumble from him in response, turning his body away from you, "you're bein' s-selfish..." he drawls.

you retreat your hand from his shoulder, looking at him owlishly with furrowed brows and mouth slightly agape.

"what did you just say?" you mutter.

caleb opens his left eye and pulls himself up, sitting across you, his body slightly swaying from the alcohol.

"you're bein' selfish," he repeats, with more conviction.

"get out."

"wha--?"

"don't make me repeat myself," you reply, standing from the freezing tiles of your kitchen floor.

and in the following minute, you watch caleb blink at you slowly, lips parting and tightening into a thin line before wearily pushing himself up and stumbling across your door. you continue observing him with watery eyes as he struggles to get himself out your apartment.

"'ya know..." he mumbles under his breath, followed by a hiccup, "we met eight years ago today."

with his slurred words and a slammed door in your empty apartment, you end up curling to yourself in the harsh kitchen floor.

author's note: ya'll wanted a part 2, then here u go. a more angsty part 2 LOL. this is highly inspired by memories by conan gray :P

update: part three here!

[gremlin-girly]

Weighted Blanket

Part of the Sleepy!reader collection

Bob Reynolds x gn!reader ft. The Thunderbolts* (as a bonus)

Not beta'd. I do not give permission for my work to be reposted, copied, translated or put through an AI machine.

Tags/warnings: Fluff, cuddling, it can be platonic or romantic :)

Summary: You offer to share your blanket with Bob.

Word count: 816 words

A/N: This was a quick little drabble since one of the other fics I was meant to keep under 1k quickly became about 3. Oopsies.

Dividers by @/cafekitsune

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You were as snug as a bug in a rug. An apt description for you being stuck under your horrendously large weighted blanket.

Most of the team were away which meant the tower was quiet and the TV in the main room was free. You'd put on an old favourite of yours and piled in snacks, not that you could reach them under the weight of the blanket, but you had at least two days of making the most of being a couch potato.

You weren't even ten minutes into your movie when your eyes started fluttering, the crushing comfort of the blanket forcing your body to remain relaxed. You're about to allow sleep to take you when you're startled by a sound behind you.

"This movie's pretty good."

You turn your head to see Bob standing near the kitchenette with an empty glass. His voice wobbles slightly, and it's clear he's upset about something. Your heart breaks. You feel a little guilty for forgetting he hadn't gone on this mission with the rest of the gang but you decide you can make it up to him.

"Wanna watch it with me?" You ask with a smile. "I've got snacks and my blanket that we can share."

Bob looks torn, eye flitting back in the direction of his room and then to you, swaying on the spot. For a moment you think he'll turn you down, however, he nods and makes his way towards the sofa.

You heave your blanket off to make space and once he's comfortably sat you drape it as gracefully as you can over him.

"Oof." Bob winces slightly as the heaviness hit him.

"Sorry." You apologise sheepishly. "Weighted blanket. I can get you another one?"

"No it's alright." Bob nods, sipping from his water and stretching his legs out onto the coffee table. "It's nice."

Twenty minutes after the addition of Bob on the couch, your eyes have closed and, unbeknownst to you, you're now bundled against him.

Bob felt a rush of happiness when your sleepy body had angled into him but he had to admit that the blanket was working it's magic on him too and fighting off sleep was becoming harder and harder.

Bob's head lolled lazily and he rested his cheek on your head. Your shampoo smelled like lavender which didn't help his sleepy state and he ran his fingers over the soft skin of your shoulder for a few minutes until his hand dropped back against the couch and he fell asleep.

Bob woke up first and felt refreshed, anxieties from the night before dwindled to manageable embers, made better by the fact that you were still curled against him (if not a little closer than last night).

When you woke up, since Bob decided he wouldn't wake you and let you sleep, you'd apologised for falling asleep so quickly the night before and hurriedly brushed away any remnants of drool from his shirt.

"I didn't last long either." Bob admits with pink cheeks. "I'd like to do it again sometime. I don't think I've ever slept so good."

"Me neither." You confess, sitting up slightly. "How's about we have a movie day? I don't have any errands to run but I can grab us breakfast and we could try to watch the movie this time?"

Bob grins at you, his heart doing backflips. "Sounds good. I'll get the coffee."

End

Bonus:

The Thunderbolts were never usually finished up missions early. Apparently, this one was the exception to the rule and when they entered to the main room and found you and Bob curled up on the giant sofa under your blanket with the TV lights flickering after a day of movies, they just about lost their minds.

"Aww," Alexei said tearfully, heart ready to burst. Yelena and Ava were busy trying to hold together fits of cuteness-aggression at the sight while Bucky and Walker sighed with attempted nonchalance.

Yelena silently crept over to take a space beside Bob, shushing Walker when he asked what she was doing. Ava went next, teleporting onto your side.

Then men left all shared a look. Alexei beamed as he dashed beside Yelena, picking up an extra blanket and almost tripping over the coffee table, and Bucky with a sigh (and a slight smile) joined the end, leaving Walker space to join Ava on the other side of the couch.

You stirred first, blinking up and seeing Ava's face next to yours.

"You're back?"

"We all are." John's voice echoes behind her and you crane your neck to the other side of the couch where Yelena, Alexei and Bucky's faces come into view all smiling. You try not to snort and wake Bob as you lean back into him.

"Sleepy heads." Yelena sighs happily, picking up the TV remote and flicking through the movie selection. "Now, what movie to watch..."

A/N: I missed the first round of avengers tower fics... I'm not missing these.

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[demonvibez]

Showering with Diavolo

Characters: Lord Diavolo x GN Reader Word Count: 2.3k+ Rating: Mature/Explicit [MDNI] Tags: a lil fluff, unprotected penetration, outercourse, fangs/marking, gn body parts A/N: Received this request as a comment under this fic so of course I had to write a lil headcanon/drabble about my husband, lol. Anyways, hope y'all like this - I could go on about Showertime Dia forever ♡

-> Typically Lord Diavolo has to adhere to a very strict schedule, his life filled with routine. Sadly, his hygiene regiment is no different - quick fifteen minute showers, six days per week, with the exception of his weekly bubble bath. 

-> Most of his showers are quite quick and methodical, starting with his hair and working his way to washing his body. At the end of the fifteen minutes, Barbatos is usually there to greet him with his towel and uniform, eager to get the Young Master's very busy day started.

-> He has probably been gifted every hair-care and body gel to ever exist in the Devildom. But instead, his favorite is one you gifted him, and he is sure to use it everyday. The moment the musky-amber scent hits his nostrils in the morning, it reminds him of you, and he just knows he'll have a good day that day.

-> On Saturday evenings, however, the Prince has a little more time to himself - he pours himself some Demonus and settles into his jacuzzi-style bathtub, the water jets melting away the week's worries.

-> He usually uses the time to catch up on whatever popular shows he's missed, the television in his bathroom being a new addition. You had given him this idea - you told him that 'even the future king needs a little bit of me time,' and he started crafting an Akuzon order almost immediately after you walked off to class.

-> He lets himself drift off into his own peaceful oasis - too often falling into slumber, as thoughts of you turn into dreams. Lately though, he can't help but to feel like something is missing - that sitting in this jacuzzi makes him feel a bit lonely.

♡ "If only you were here with me now," he whispers to himself, before letting out a sigh and sinking beneath the water's surface.

-> Luckily for Lord Diavolo, the stars would soon align in his favor, and the fates would push you two closer together. It all started on a camping trip with the usual crowd from RAD. Diavolo had volunteered to help you gather some firewood - a rather simple task, one would think. Instead this task ended with the two of you running into a pack of wild hellhounds, and getting pushed into a mud pit while attempting to play with them. Barbatos looked rather perturbed when he saw the two of you arrive back at camp, but you assured him that everything was fine. 'Come on, let's get cleaned up,' you say with a smirk to a slightly shocked (and very giddy) Diavolo, your fingers entwining with his as you pull him towards the camp showers.

-> He isn't usually a shy demon, but when it comes to stripping down and getting into this shower with you, he can't seem to keep the blush on his face under control. What started as a nice shower together, washing each other's hair and giggling as you splash each other, ends with the two of you in a passionate embrace. With your legs wrapped around his torso, your lips collide as the cool shower's water cascades down Diavolo's toned back. It definitely would have gone further, had the two of you not been interrupted by Mammon and Levi banging on the door. (He did invite you back to his tent afterwards, so the night was not completely lost. Mammon and Levi were also lectured by Lucifer, 'for their shame and disrespect' as he puts it - but that's a different story.)

-> Ever since that night on the camping trip, your relationship has blossomed, and the two to of you spend as much time together as possible. You usually alternate between staying over with each other - most of the time you go over to stay with him in the Castle, but every now and then you are able to convince Lucifer that the House is clean enough for your Royal Boyfriend to spend the night.

-> The first time he stays over, of course the two of you shower together! You ask him if you should text Barbatos to bring over some of his shower supplies, but Diavolo insists on using yours, excited to smell like your signature scent for the rest of the day. He'll always insist on using your products - a light breeze of that scent helps him get through those endless meetings! (Although it does tend to make his mind wander...)

♡ Showers with Diavolo are always a mix of spontaneous and sensual. One moment you're splashing each other with soap suds, playing 'keep away' with the loofah…the next he has you pinned to the wall, unable to resist the way you look up at him, and he can't stop his lips from crashing onto yours. 

♡ It doesn't take much effort for him to pick you up, cradling you in his arms as the shower rains down onto the both of you - and now you can finally finish what the two of you started on that night camping; what Diavolo has been fantasizing about ever since. Your hands slide his damp crimson hair back out of his face, gripping it in the back as your tongues collide. You can feel Dia's thick throbbing cock teasing you, and all you can do is grind against him. 

♡ He slides into you so effortlessly - as if you were made for him. Your arousal made you putty in his hands, your tight little hole adjusting to him after only a moment - but you still couldn't help the gasp you let out at his size, your eyes widening at the sensation.

♡ Every thrust in this position feels new, an unfathomable pleasure previously undiscovered. A new high, with no sight of the top. Each stroke hits so deeply within you with an electric feel, the rush of pleasure getting sent up to your brain, overstimulating all of your senses. The euphoria continues to build, and you don't know if it will ever end - if the tension will ever snap. 

♡ The rising pleasure within you is starting to overwhelm you, having never felt so full before. Just when you thought you couldn't handle much more, the Prince slides one of his hands down to your sex, massaging you in tandem with his pace. Your nails dig into the flesh of his muscular shoulders as he finally pushes you over the edge. He finds himself following suit not long after, the feeling of your tight hole clenching around him making him unable to hold back any longer.

♡ Both of your moans fill the air as you ride out your climax together. Gasping for air, you hear a knock on the glass of the shower's door - you were so wrapped up in this moment together that neither of you heard Barbatos enter the bathroom. He waited until it sounded as though the two of you were finished before he interrupted your 'shower' - and now he's reminding you of the Young Master's busy schedule for today in a scolding tone, as he holds out towels for you both. Oops.

-> Anyways, you also love spending weekends at the Castle with him - it's easier to flow with his schedule that way. And of course Diavolo is going to invite you to his Saturday night soak; you're his favorite human, his lover, his partner…and it was originally your idea, in the first place! 

-> Just know that this demon spent extensive time planning out your first bubble bath together - he had to pull out all of the stops! 

-> The Friday morning beforehand, Barbatos comes in to wake up his Young Prince, only to find him already awake and making a rather large Akuzon order on his DDD. Scented candles, chocolate covered hellberries, vintage spirits - he was even considering calling in one of his favors to see if he could get some Celestial bubble bath expedited from the angelic realm. Cost is of no issue to him, wanting nothing more than to ensure the night's success. Barbatos scolds him several times throughout the day, the Prince seemingly distracted and prioritizing his night in with you over his paperwork. 

-> When the time comes to set everything up, Diavolo insists on doing everything himself. He even threatens bribes Barbatos into going to Purgatory Hall for the evening - all so that he can do it all alone, eager to show you how much he cares about you. He has a brief moment of doubt as some of the Celestial bubble bath accidentally overflows onto the floor...but you're worth it, and he finishes fixing it all up right as you ring the front entrance anyways.

-> The scene set in his bathroom is so romantic, you wonder for a moment if you're actually in a movie. Abyss flower petals scattered around the floor. Candles set around the tub, the flickering glow dancing against the bathroom's tiles. Scented bubbles gently fizzing and popping, the light aroma filling the air and instantly making you feel relaxed. A bottle of champagne, specially ordered from the human realm, and set in an enchanted bucket of ice next to two hell-crystal champagne flutes. And your gorgeous Demon Prince standing in front of you, gently grabbing your hand to press his lips to your knuckles before he leads you over to the tub. If this is a dream, you definitely don't want to wake up...

-> After the two of you disrobe, you settle into the jacuzzi, and Diavolo gets you each a glass of champagne right after he presses the button to start up the water jets.

♡ It doesn't take much bubbly for the two of you to find yourselves in another heated moment - but the truth was, neither of you could hardly wait to jump the other from the moment you entered the bath's warm water. And now you find yourself in his lap, bouncing on his huge throbbing cock, the feeling of it filling you surprising you yet again. Every new position with the Prince feels like new territory, the way he strokes so deeply within you. Making you feel things you never have before - hitting spots you didn't know existed. This type of adventurous pleasure could become addicting...

♡ His golden eyes smolder with lust as he watches you, every gasp that escapes your lips pushing him closer and closer. Your little human hands grip at his scalp as his own fingers sink into the flesh of your hips. His lips find your neck, and his kisses gradually turn into light love bites, his fangs nipping little marks onto your skin as he thrusts up into you.

♡ "So good...all mine," he mumbles possessively against your neck.

♡ Your moans grow louder as Diavolo starts thrusting faster, taking the reigns as you let the building bliss take over your senses. He pulls away from you to see the way your eyes roll back in ecstasy as his hand glides down to your sex, massaging you in that spot that he knows drives you absolutely wild. Consumed by pleasure, that warm feeling of euphoria washes over you, your orgasm making you feel weightless in Diavolo's muscular arms. 

♡ He's not done with you yet though - not even close. Switching positions, he picks you up in his arms and sets you down on the recessed bench in his bathtub. His hand grips under your thigh and pushes your leg up, a groan escaping his lips as he slides himself back into you. It had been merely a few moments, yet he had already missed the feeling of your tight warmth squeezing him so perfectly.

♡ He thrusts into you roughly and suddenly, the bath's water splashing and rippling against his gorgeous caramel skin with each stroke. You hadn't even come down from the high of your first orgasm, still feeling the aftershocks as Diavolo begins to fuck you faster and faster.

♡ Losing all restraint, his demon form slips out only a few moments before he hits his climax, causing his cock to grow even bigger. Your eyes widen as you feel him, his wings outstretched as he fills you with his royal seed - and you can't help but to join him, your orgasm overtaking you as well.

♡ Both panting for air, he picks you up and sits down with you in his lap, still throbbing deeply within you. He wraps his arms around you to hold you as you both catch your breath. Neither of you can help the smiles plastered across your faces, that blissful feeling still remaining as you sit with him in his loving embrace. Your cheek rests against his chest as his rests on top of your head, and he just knows that this is the happiest he's ever been in his long, demonic life.

-> Afterwards, as the two of you get ready for bed, Diavolo can't help the way his heart swells when he sees the way you've settled into his room. The way your things line the counter of his sink. The way you go to his wardrobe to retrieve your pajamas, instead of your bag. It's almost as if you live here in this Castle with him already - a thought as sweet as candy for the Young Devildom Prince. 

-> And as you lay there snuggled up in his arms, your face buried in the crook of his neck, Diavolo contemplates asking you to move in with him right then and there. But you've already drifted off to sleep, so that will have to wait for another time. Looking down at you lovingly, his heart feels so full - he presses a kiss to the top of your head before laying back on his pillow, his eyes fluttering shut.

♡ "I love you so much," he whispers as he drifts off into his own slumber. With you in his arms and in his dreams, the Future Demon King can't help but to smile in his sleep. 

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[insanitysilver]

Multifandom Fanfic Event Calendar

An attempt at aggregating the events I’ve seen. Not affiliated with any event organizers. Key: ☼ Writing - ♥ Reading. (Updated: 2/4/25)

JANUARY

All Month :

♥ - FaFiCoWriMo / Fanfic Comment Writing Month ( @faficowrimo ) Challenge: Comment on every fic you read during the month of January ☼ - Whumpuary ( @whumpuary ) Daily whump-themed writing prompts

Last Two Weeks of January :

☼ / ♥ - Genuary ( @genuary-fic-event ) Authors / readers share favored Gen fics on social media & add them to the annual Genuary AO3 collection

FEBRUARY

All Month :

☼ - February Ficlet Challenge ( @februaryficletchallenge) Write a 200+ word ficlet based of the daily surprise prompt. Comes with a yearly ao3 collection. ☼ / ♥ -  Femslash February Event celebrating femslash pairings. Participate by writing, reading, commenting on, and recommending femslash fics. Applicable works can be added to the open ao3 collection and tagged with #femslash february ☼ / ♥ -  Femslash February Celebrates Black Women Under the Femslash February umbrella, this event celebrates Black History Month and uses the additional '#femslash february celebrates black women' & '#ffcbw' tags. ☼ -  FebuWhump ( @febuwhump ) A month of creating whump works guided by a daily prompt list. ☼ - Feveruary ( @feveruary ) A month of sickfic-based writing prompts. ☼ - Kinkuary ( @kinkuary ) A month of kink-based creative writing prompts.

February 10th - 14th :

☼ - FicWIP's "Hey, Sweetheart" Challenge - ( @ficwip ) Challenge: Use the pet name "sweetheart" in fic or art.

February 15th :

☼ / ♥ -  International Fanworks Day / IFD Celebrates fanwork and has a new general theme every year. Hosted by the OTW, they usually run a week of events to celebrate which (can) include: essay calls, surveys, drabble challenges, games & trivia, along with the annual feedback fest post which solicits 10 fic recs based of the prompt of the year. Applicable works can use the ao3 tag.

MARCH

All Month :

☼ - FicWIP's Level Up Challenge - ( @ficwip ) Running through all of February & March, this challenge asks you to pick an aspect of your chosen creative craft you'd like to improve on and see that goal through. ☼ - Multiamory March ( @polyamships ) Create daily polyam-themed work with an optional prompt list and submit to the ao3 collection.

APRIL

All Month :

☼ - Angstpril ( @chaos-company ) Daily angst-themed writing prompts.

MAY

All Month :

☼ - Do-May-Stic ( @domaystic ) Daily domestic-themed writing prompts. Includes a yearly ao3 collection. ☼ - MerMay A month of mermaid-themed creative prompts. While perhaps more widely used by visual artists, AO3 has thriving yearly tags for the event. ☼ - Whumpay ( @whumpay ) Daily whump-themed writing prompts

JUNE

All Month :

☼ / ♥ - Gen Work June ( @genworkjune ) Authors / readers share favored Gen fics on social media & add them to the AO3 collection. Writing prompts also available. ♥ - Fanfic Summer Reading Program (Northern Hemisphere) ( @ao3commentoftheday ) A summer-long challenge to encourage people to read and interact with a variety of fics. Mostly self-guided, but comes with a number of attractive achievement badges.

JULY

All Month :

☼ - Fluffuly ( @fluffuly2024) Daily fluff-themed writing prompts

AUGUST

All Month :

☼ -AU-gust / Alternate Universe August ( @augustwritingchallenge ) Daily AU-themed writing prompts. Comes with yearly ao3 collection. ☼ - Fic WIP 5k - ( @ficwip5k ) Challenge: Write a complete AU for any fandom in 5,000 words or less. ☼ - Writer's Month ( @writersmonth ) Daily fiction writing prompts. Offers personalized badges at the end and has a yearly ao3 collection.

August 21st :

♥ - Fanfiction Author Appreciation Day A day to celebrate your favorite fic authors, customarily by commenting on their work, sending a nice message to their ask box, and/or mentioning them in a rec post with the '#Fanfiction Writers Appreciation Day' & '#FFWAD' tags.

SEPTEMBER

All Month :

☼ - Sapphic September ( @sapphic-september ) Daily sapphic prompts with a yearly ao3 collection. ☼ - Sicktember ( @sicktember ) Daily sickfic prompts with a yearly ao3 collection. ☼ - Tropetember ( @tropetember ) Daily prompts based off popular fanfic tropes (5+1, one bed, etc.) with a yearly ao3 collection.

1st Week :

☼ - Trick or Treat Exchange (Begins) Annual fic/fanart exchange for hosted on ao3. Prep/sign-ups begin in September, and fics are revealed on Oct. 31st to the annual ao3 collection.

2nd Week:

☼ - Yuletide Secret Santa (Begins)( @yuletidetreasure ) Annual fic exchange for rare/obscure fandoms hosted on ao3. Prep/sign-ups begin in fall, and fics are revealed on Dec. 25th.

September 15th :

♥ - Comment Day ( @comment-day ) Pick 1+ fics and leave a detailed, personalized comment.

OCTOBER

All Month :

☼ [BLANK]-ober Daily Writing Challenges In the spirit of inktober, a drawing challenge that encourages artists to draw start and finish a small drawing daily, often guided by prompts, many creative-writing-centric events have sprung up. Some are more self-directed than others. ☼ - Fictober ( @fictober-event ) - general fiction writing prompts ☼ - Flufftober ( @flufftober ) - fluff-based prompts ☼ - Kinktober - kink-based prompts ☼ - OC-tober - Make art about your OCs daily ☼ - OTP-tober - Make art about your OTP daily ☼ - Whumptober ( @whumptober ) - whump-based prompts

Final Week of October :

♥ - Just Leave a Comment Fest ( @justleaveacommentfest ) Challenge: leave as many comments as possible. Each day comes with an optional reading theme. Mini-events are often run throughout the year. ☼ / ♥ - FicWIP's Ship Week - ( @ficwip ) Multifandom week of celebrating shipping. Includes a week of writing prompts and a support bingo board for non-writers.

October 31st :

☼ - Good Intentions WIP Fest ( @goodintentionswipfest) A day for celebrating/sharing/posting abandoned WIPS by submitting them to the ao3 collection. Let's give the dead a proper send off. ☼ - Trick or Treat Exchange (Revealed) Annual fic/fanart exchange hosted on ao3. Prep/sign-ups begin in September, and fics are revealed on Oct. 31st to the annual ao3 collection.

NOVEMBER

All Month :

☼ - Novella November ( @novella-november ) Challenge: Write 30,000 words. ☼ - Rough Draft Month ( @roughdraftmonth ) Challenge: Bring a creative project to completion alongside of other creatives doing the same. Comes with different levels of word-count goals and a flex goal option.

DECEMBER

All Month :

☼ - Hurtcember ( @hurtcember ) Daily whump-themed writing prompts ♥ - Zero Comment Challenge ( @polizwrites ) Challenge: Comment on one or more works with zero comments. ♥ - Fanfic Summer Reading Program (Southern Hemisphere) ( @ao3commentoftheday ) A summer-long challenge to encourage people to read and interact with a variety of fics. Mostly self-guided, but comes with a number of attractive achievement badges.

December 13th - 25th :

☼ - 12 Days of [Blank] Old fandom tradition of doing daily prompts in the 12 days leading up to Christmas. Some are more self-directed than others. ☼ - 12 Days of Christmas ( @12daysofchristmas ) - 12 days of holiday/winter-themed writing prompts. ☼ - Fluffmas - 12 days of fluff, #fluffmas ☼ - Kinkmas - 12 days of kink, #kinkmas ☼ - Smutmas - 12 days of smut, #smutmas

December 25th :

☼ - Yuletide Secret Santa (Revealed)( @yuletidetreasure ) Annual fic exchange for rare/obscure fandoms hosted on ao3. Prep/sign-ups begin in fall, and fics are revealed on Dec. 25th to the annual ao3 collection.

[monimccoythings]

Double Trouble

I'm just saying that Wolverines have litters of two-three cubs or so I've heard. This poor man wasn't ready. While I work on my other wips I'll release this short drabble to the world.

tags: slight ooc!Logan (he freaks out a bit), pregnancy fic, f!reader, happy ending.

Twins.

The word repeated itself over and over in his head like a broken record.

You were having twins.

He stared at the screen in utter silence, looking like a fucking idiot. Twins. Two whole ass babies. Two more new additions to the family. He blinked quickly, several times, still not completely processing the news.

It all made sense now, why you looked bigger than the average pregnant woman, why he had heard more than two heartbeats and had rushed you towards the ER thinking that maybe there was something wrong with your hearts.

Fucking hell. He had already mentally prepared himself for one baby, how was he going to manage two?? He was barely an adequate father for Laura, how would he manage with two new babies?? What if he wasn't good enough? What if he was a terrible father? What if they hated him? Whay if YOU hated him? He wouldn't be able to live with that.

He felt a soft hand on his shoulder, someone was calling his name, but the voice looked so far away and drowned by the constant ringing in his ears. The hand shaked his shoulder and he looked up at your face. So pretty, so sweet, his little wife.

She looks concerned.

No.

He doesn't want you concerned. It's not good for the babies. You don't deserve this. You don't deserve to be dragged into his pity party. You were too good for him.

"Logan, it's is going to be okay, alright? I'm here." Your mouth was forming words, but he could barely comprehend them. Had you always smelled so sweet? So enciting? The light from the fluorescent tube was enveloping you like a halo.

Your hand moved from his broad shoulder to his cheek, he found himself leaning into it. He always found confort in your touch, so soft and warm.

"Babe, I know you're scared." He opened his mouht to argue. "No, listen. I know this was unexpected, fuck I'm freaking out myself; we didn't plan for this Logan. But we will pull through together, like always." You gave him your sweetest smile, despite being terrified yourself. He could smell it on you.

Logan gave you a lopsided smile, or at least he tried to. His large hand covered yours. For a couple of seconds it was the two, no, four of you, all alone against the world.

He had always thought of himself as undeserving of love, happy endings weren't made for him. He either outlived them or drove them away. But now, now he had a chance. He could grow as old as he could with you, raise your kids in peace. No one would go after you, no threat against mutantkind would rip you away.

Two, three, four babies, who cared? As terrifying as that sounded he had been given this gift and he got to share it with you. He would manage, you would manage, as you two always did.

His breaths became steadier, much more calm than they had been moments before. Logan's eyes went downwards, to your belly, which was the current home of your future kids. Just the thought of watching them grow and develop filled him with a warm feeling barely known to him.

He didn't know why, but he was sure everything would be alright.

[thedevilsoftruth]

Say you're sorry

Congressman! B. Barnes x f! reader

Sum: Bucky is called out of a meeting because you--his wife--had " hit his aide" after he wouldn't let you in to see him. So, he decides to deal with you in a different way.

Warnings/smut tags: porn no plot, rough sex, desktop/office fucking, piv sex, from the front and behind, brat tamer Bucky, crying during sex, implied choking, hair pulling, bondage, light usage of " daddy, " established ( married ) relationship. Not beta read.

Little drabble for you all to enjoy while I work on RIBB. sorry if this one is weird, I dont normally do daddy kink stuff, but I was feeling adventurous today.

MDNI!!! I am not responsible for what you find on the internet!!

[ My marvel request box is open. Please see my pinned post for additional information regarding my request rules. ]

" I can't believe you'd fucking do that! "

His hissed words are harsh and laced with dominance per usual, but there's a very discreet underline of disbelief in them.

" Bucky please-- "

You're sobbing as he stands in front of you as you sit atop the mahogany desk in his office with your hands bound behind your back by his black tie. He cuts you off quickly and sharply as if he didn't even want to hear you speaking.

" I don't want to hear your pitiful excuses. " He spat, his cock dragging across your drooling cunt at a pace so fast that you can barley hand onto the loose strand of his tie. He'd been practically yelling at you all night since the incident happened. He was in so much disbelief. He was shocked, moreover, but he was very upset with you, and that was very apparent to you with the harsh, punishing thrusts he gave you.

" Seriously, what the fuck were you thinking? " He asked you with gritted teeth, poking your forehead with his index finger. You gulped hard and threw your head back, a loud, strangled moan leaving your mouth.

" You know I dont like your competitors. " You managed between sobs, even with your throat filled with the salvia that you were desperately trying to clear out of your way. Bucky scoffed at you, his head jerking back as he shook his head at you.

" It's politics. " He tells you like it's the most obvious thing in the world and you're too dumb to understand it. " There's always going to be split sides and enemies. You don't get to just waltz in uninvited and start fighting them! "

His words truly do mirror how angry he is at you. You can't deny that he's not wrong, either. Bucky usually never yells at you, but this situation is different and you had done something that deserved the treatment he was giving you.

Your thighs are shaking around him, your hips jolting as if trying to get away from his wrath. But he holds you down by his right hand, and you whine loudly as he begins to slow done his pace.

" So here's what we're gonna do. " He begins, pulling out of you completely, making you feel empty and cold. He forces you to your feet, your heels clicking on the floor as he pulls you down. Your legs are trembling, your body feeling heavy and sore as he immediately brings you into another position. He puts his hands on your hips, and you attempt to back away from him, but fail from how much you were stumbling and shaking.

" No, no, no, none of that. You know better than that. " He grunts, pushing you back against his desk with rough hands. " You're going to stay right here and take what I fucking give you, do you understand? "

You choke on a groan.

" Yes, daddy. " You sniffled. He smiles and wipes away the warm tears running down your wet, pink cheeks.

" Good girl. " He praises, cupping your face in his big hands as he leans down to kiss your puffy lips. You kiss him back greedily and hungrily, like you were waiting for it to happen and almost as if it was the last kiss he was ever going to give you. His salt-and-pepper beard scrapes your skin as his mouth moves against you. His metal arm falls between your shaking legs and he cups your sex hard, making you gasp into his mouth.

" That's what I thought. " He said gruffly as he pulled away from your lips.

" Now turn around. I ain't tellin' you again. "

And you did. You moved so quickly that it made you dizzy. The second you had bent over, he was placing his metal hand on your back, holding you down firmly that way you couldn't move. You gulped hard and your nails dug into your back the moment you felt him slide back into your pulsing pussy. He didn't even give you time to adjust to him or a single second to breathe before he was going back into fast and hard.

You could barely hold onto anything; the best you had was the hanging piece of his tie that was wrapped around your wrists. Your tears started back up again when he grabbed a fist of your hair, pulling your head back as he pounded into you from behind. Your shoulder shuddered, your wet eyelashes fluttering shut as you let him take you.

Everything felt so warm, so tingly and oh so perfect. You couldn't help the absolutely pathetic, cock hungry sounds that were coming out of you; a little chat of the word " yes. "

And then he let go of your hair and he somehow found a way to go even faster. You squealed, your body jerking upward, almost trying to get away from him again--but he pinned you back down because the both of you knew that wasn't what you really wanted.

" You're going to fucking apologize. To me and to my aide. " He told you, again with the same harsh tone that made you pussy flutter. You bit your lip, almost not letting your next words, but they slipped out anyways.

" He wouldn't let me in! " You wailed, your fingers flexing outward when he cock began hitting your sweet spot, your words and moans coming out in stutters. Bucky sighed, slowing down a bit.

" Are we really going to do this again? "

He stopped completely, and he moved his vibranium hand from your back to the curve of your ass. You immediately knew what that meant, and out of fear of that happening, you started shaking your head frantically, throaty protests leaving your lips.

" No, no, daddy I'll be good-- "

" Have you not learned enough? " He whispered in your ear, the cold metal of his hand sending shivers down your spine.

" I'm sorry! " You cried, your toes curling into your heels, your nails digging so deeply into your palm that you were sure it would draw blood. Despite your apology, Bucky's flesh arm came around your throat--not squeezing enough to brutally choke you but enough to make you squirm.

" Oh yeah? " His mouth ghosted over your ear, his warm breath tickling your skin. " What are you sorry for? " He inquired, his hand still on your ass but prepared to strike Incase you pulled something.

" I'm sorry for defying you. " You sobbed, lowering your head into the table, your hot laboured breath and tears implanting a little wet spot on the table beneath you.

" and? "

" And for hitting your aide because he wouldn't let me in. " You admitted embarrassingly, your legs clenching together, your heart racing excitedly with the idea that he was going to spank you.

But instead, you felt his arms slowly unwrapping around your body. Relief filled your body, and you exhaled deeply. Bucky slowly started rocking his hips forward, making a small moan leave your lips as pleasure electrified your body.

His hands ran across your hips, and he took them in the palm of his hands, a sign that he was about to go faster. You heald your breath, expecting the worse, but all he said was, " Good girl. That wasn't so hard now, hmm? " But just because he was being nice to you in the moment didn't mean that he was going to be nice to you later, and it definitely didn't mean that he wasn't upset with you anymore.

[oldschoolfic-ds9]

Tally-Ho!

by Pinkink, 2004

This drabble takes place early in Kira and Ezri's relationship, as they take an opportunity to get away and explore each other's desires. [Archivist’s note: Title variously spelled out as: “Tally Ho!”, “Talley Ho!”]

Words: 100, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: none listed

Characters: Ezri Dax, Kira Nerys

Relationships: Ezri Dax/Kira

Reader suggested tags (what are these?): Femme Fuh-Q Fest (round 15)

Sequel: Dear Leeta

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[seiwas]

grow on me like a dog loved fondly: prologue | kamo choso

wc: 1.0k

summary: your regular to the flower shop is more than what he seems. 

contains: written with f!reader in mind but can be read as gn!, animal shelter employee choso x flower shop owner reader, implied that reader is shorter than choso, flowers, small talk.

a/n: the promised choso drabble! depending on how this is received, i intend for this to be the prologue to a longer choso fic i have in mind!

You have a regular on the weekends. 

Business in the flower shop tends to be slow during winter, with less occasions having the need for flowers and even less buds blooming during the season. 

But even with the expected decline in customers, Saturdays always guarantee one—

The bells attached to the store doors jingle, allowing in a gust of cool air that tickles your cheeks from where you’re crouched down. The peonies in your hands were delivered just yesterday, the ends of the stems needing a slight trim to keep them fresh for longer. 

You turn, standing up to face your visitor. A purple scarf is wrapped high around his neck, with white fleece running down the length of his arms—a sort of undershirt to the short-sleeved uniform worn atop it. The outfit is familiar enough, but what truly distinguishes him are the two spiky pigtails on the sides of his head. 

There are a few things you’ve managed to pick up from four-line exchanges with your regular (six if you’re lucky): 1) he works at the animal shelter a few streets away, 2) the flowers he buys are for the front desk, a weekly replacement he deems necessary to keep the place looking alive, and 3) who he is, his name—

—‘Choso’, if the tag on his uniform says anything. 

The tag that is now, also, just a hand’s reach away from you. 

You look up, pocketing your plant nippers. The peonies dangle between your fingers. 

“W-welcome!” you stutter, focusing on the thin metal chain running across his nose. 

It’s new, an addition that intrigues you more about the man in front of you. 

The look he gives you is lazy, gaze deadpan, almost empty. Anyone else might find it snobbish and off-putting, but you’ve gotten used to it—an almost magenta puffiness that surrounds his eyes, bags of fatigue that usually hang underneath. 

He continues to stare, unmoving. 

Considering all your previous interactions, you’ve realized, he isn’t scary or rude or anything of that sort—he’s just awkward. 

A bit quiet and unbothered, maybe, but still just awkward. You don’t think he’s ever started an interaction with you first. 

“Is there any flower in particular that you’re looking for?” you ask, motioning around your store. 

The selection is limited this season—a few camellias and clusters of Japanese primrose with an abundance of peonies and daffodils. 

His head turns as he glances around the store, pigtails bobbing slightly with each movement. When he faces you again, he shrugs, voice deep and firm as he asks, “Do you have any recommendations?” 

It’s an odd feeling, borderline awkward and nervous; you have no idea why your mind is blanking. 

“Um,” you clear your throat, tucking the peonies between your fingers into your apron pocket, “daffodils are bright and friendly, good for entryways and front desks, I think.” 

He eyes the daffodils to your right, buckets of stems holding yellow and white. The store stays quiet for what feels like a good minute before he nods, agreeing to your suggestion. 

“The usual?” two clusters, wrapped in newspaper. 

Your question echoes throughout the shop, lingering while you pick at which daffodils look best. 

“Yes, but two of them.” he answers in monotone, before adding on, a soft hesitancy, “Please.” 

You smile to yourself, picking more daffodils for another bunch. 

Both of you make your way to the cashier, another bout of silence surrounding you as you crumple newspaper and pull at tape. He always watches, you notice, his focus set on your practiced handling of stems and leaves. 

You look up momentarily, seeing that he keeps his head down, “The pigtails are cool.” 

He doesn’t say anything, and for a while you’re afraid you might have offended him, but he responds, voice low; it’s soft, gentle in a way you never expected it to be. 

“Thank you.” you catch him shifting his weight from your periphery, hands digging deeper into his pockets, “The dogs think they’re chew toys when I wear it this way.” 

You most certainly were not expecting that, either. 

This is the most initiative he’s taken to add onto the conversation.

You grin, chuckling under your breath, “That must be fun.” 

It’s faint, but you think you hear him laugh a little. 

When the flowers are completely wrapped, you set them aside, making your way behind the cash register. You punch in the cost, ready to bill him before he speaks again. 

“Actually, would you happen to do deliveries?” he seems shy asking it, barely looking you in the eye. 

“Yes!” You nod, grabbing a pen and paper to hand over to him, “Just write down your contact details, the address you want it delivered to, and when you’d like it to be delivered.” 

Another thing you’ve realized, is that despite appearances and what he seems to be, Choso handles objects gently; the pen and paper you’d just given him were taken lightly from your fingertips. Even the strokes of his penmanship are slow, the tip of the pen barely creating an indent on the small sheet. 

“Will you be having both of these delivered?” you ask, holding up the bundles of daffodils. 

“Just one.” he answers promptly, before adding on again, “Thank you.” 

And you know you shouldn’t ask, shouldn’t be so nosy, but—

“What’s the occasion?”—

Flowers are rarely in demand during the winter season. 

—“If you don’t mind me asking,” you follow-up quickly. 

The immediate quiet makes you think you might have gotten too comfortable again, made him feel weird about your questions—but he answers.

“My brothers,” he finishes the final curves of his writing, “they’re coming to visit.” 

The piece of paper is handed to you, and you hum, acknowledging his response. You go over his details, reciting it to him to double-check. But when you land on his address, your eyes go wide, a little ‘oh!’ slipping out. 

He furrows his brows, confused. 

You definitely, most certainly did not expect this. 

“Sorry,” you shake your head, your cheeks heating up in embarrassment, “Just—“ you chuckle, “I think we might be neighbors.” 

thank you notes: @twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat for sending me lil prompts that somehow birthed into this!! + @yemmuishomeforthementallyunwell for feeding the choso brainrot 🥹 + @mysugu @soumies for being my angels, lights of my life!! listening to me ramble abt this and helping me pick music, hash out plot, pick title, everything! ily

comments, tags, and reblogs are greatly appreciated ♡

[angstandhappiness]

Oh this SHATTERS

haha yeah that new Wukong is NOT having a good time-

(these are one post/reply it’s just too tall for one screenshot)

[sodaneko]

❥ 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐇 ↳ 𝐰/ 𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮 & 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Messy, honey Trippin' on cracks in the concrete You're so clumsy Got me thinkin' maybe you like me

➸ you leave a bad review about Onigiri Miya on your food blog. Osamu is a little annoyed about it but mostly worried why you cried so much in your food across of him at the counter.

❉ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒 ongoing!

✰ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 & 𝐂𝐖 (updated as the story progresses) meet ugly (my beloved!!), slow burn, enemies to lover vibes but not full on (they don’t hate each other, they are just a little messy and confused), SFW but will have some mention of alcohol and sex at some point, descriptions of anxiety and panic attacks (chapters will have an additional warning at the beginning), a lot of food mention obviously, mention of various pairings (Yukie/Konoha, Matsuhana, Bokuaka, Sakuatsu)

❦ 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐒 real housewives of Y/N ❁ boyish whimsy

❉ 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐗 (✑ contains written parts)

… prologue: dog tags

… chapter 01: love bites (✑)

… chapter 02: malewife era

… chapter 03: croquettes

… chapter 04: rotten apple (✑)

… chapter 05: lovers quarrel

… chapter 06: Miya kisser club (✑)

… chapter 07: 2AM lychee soju (✑)

… chapter 08: you up?

… chapter 09: my side of the bed

… chapter 10: to be loved

… chapter 11: siren song (✑)

… chapter 12: pomegranates

… chapter 13: the beach episode

… chapter 14: the bathroom floor (✑)

… chapter 15: animals

… chapter 16: candy wrappers

… chapter 17: cage fights

… chapter 18: side quest (✑)

… chapter 19: coming soon

… chapter 20: coming soon

✮ 𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐒

moodboard (Pinterest) bonus chapter: honeymoon suite bonus chapter: ask the cast! unlocked lore: oikawa & y/n friendship uquiz: which soft launch character are you?

❖ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 open - fill out this form to be added (or removed, no hard feelings ♡)! minors DNI!

a/n: this is my first SMAU ever and i'm not entirely sure what i am doing but when has this ever held me back? it's actually based on a drabble i wrote the other day and might also be the most self-indulgent thing i have ever written if you enjoyed this, i would LOVE hearing your thoughts as the story moves on! ♡

[sl-vega]

[💜] HALLWAY CRUSH! - karasu tabito

✮⋆˙ just headcanons/some short drabbles about how karasu would be if he had a hallway crush on you

-> cw/additional notes; fluff, potentially ooc, hcs/drabbles, gn! reader, super short, trying out this new hc format that i've been seeing a lot! (esp by my wonderful mutual @kenyuukissme <3)

dividers by @aquazero

Thinking about KARASU TABITO with a hallway crush that reduces him to the most lovesick, pathetic, person ever-not that he lets anyone catch onto that.

No, he's way too clever (and too proud) to show that he's actively messing up his schedule just to see you every chance he can get.

"Yeah man, can we head this way? I forgot something in one of the music rooms upstairs." Varying versions of this excuse would always fall on his friends ears, he would purposefully leave something somewhere, and he'd drag his friend of choice with him, just for a brief glance at you.

He memorized bits of your schedule, yhabits, your homeroom, your locker. Not that he was a stalker per se, he was just observant. Especially when it came to pretty faces that caught his eye in the halls (again, not that he would ever admit it.)

His little infatuation is something of a guilty pleasure he indulges in every now and then. Letting his gaze linger a little longer on you when no one was watching. Getting a bit too close so your shoulders would brush every time he passed by. He was becoming a mediocre puppy like fool all because of a pretty face, it was rather pathetic.

Scratch that, it was very pathetic, and yet he can't help being so drawn to you, so enamoured, so absolutely and utterly entranced by your mere being. He can easily pick your voice from a crowd, and oh how he loathes it.

He's a bit cynical about love, most of the couples he saw in passing at school hardly ever made it past a year, much less past graduation. He was focused on becoming the very best, he didn't have time to explore a stupid hallway crush.

And yet every glance, every hopeful wish that maybe, just maybe, you would one day look his way, has him falling even harder and faster. And if you actually talked to him?

Lord, he'd be done for.

lmao, I actually quite like this style for HCS/drabbles, helps me get my ideas out quickly and easily without a single oneshot rotting in my drafts for MONTHS on end

🍓 tagging: @shrii-kk @freyao7 @analiee6 @thetwinkims @bellflower1257 @blvdmrcnry @bloukoup @yuan1819 @fishii28 @yourstrulymauki @fungaltoehehe

[cookiiefreak]

Sleepy Drabble

i’m so so tired and my insomnia is kicking my ass, i wrote this mainly to cope lol

ship: Eternal Sugar x gn!reader

additional tags: smut 👍 it’s almost all in lowercase srry i’m lazy rn

⚠️ MINORS DNI ⚠️

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i know she’s not out yet but i’m just thinking about sleepy sex with Eternal Sugar,,

doesn’t matter if it’s morning, afternoon, or night. she’s curling up with you and toying with your body, teasing your nipples with one hand while the other travels down further south. she wouldn’t mind if you wanted to reciprocate either, more than happy, in fact, to sit back and let you touch her til your heart’s content.

she’ll press sloppy kisses against your neck and shoulder while you finger her, soft moans vibrating the column of your throat when you press that spongy spot inside of her. probably nip at you too but i don’t think she’d full on bite, not unless you tell her you want her to leave teeth marks.

she definitely has a preference for receiving over giving but that doesn’t mean she won’t reward you for treating her so well! she adores you and wants to make you feel wonderful too, so expect to have the most mind numbing, toe curling orgasm before dozing off with your winged lover happily draped over you.

[decayedsword]

Take Your Shirt Off (and spin it around)

[goreboy is streaming on Two-witch! “SUBGOAL = SHIRT OFF”]

You watch as one of your co-workers, most known for his username "goreboy," sets up a stream. There's a kiddie-pool in the background and it's the middle of summer. You know that his livestram title is pretty good reason as to why 400k people are watching his livestream right now.

Maybe you're just as curious as the rest of them.

Pairing: Ronin Beaufort x Nonbinary (they/them) reader - Streamers / Youtubers

Tags: Drabble, Attempt at Humor, Humor, Mildly Suggestive (Shirtless Ronin!!"

Word Count: 1654 - cross posted on ao3!

Start reading below...

Ding! A notification wakes you from your 30-minute nap. You were completing some leftover paperwork from joining a new streaming agency, called “Slaughterhouse Losers.” You were their newest member, and you worked alongside several well-known streamers like Angelic, hitmeuppp, K9, and the most popular of them all, goreboy.

The first time you met Ronin, err—goreboy, it was over voice call. The others gave you a warm welcome, and you can remember how funny it was that you were all being served dinner by Vince, more known as Evicserator1990, in the form of pictures of his cooking.  When you first heard him, goreboy, laugh over call, it sent chills down your spine. It sounded like he was an evil sorcerer from the old magical-girl-tv-shows you used to watch. It didn’t help that he dressed the part too, with his piercings and spiky collar and dyed hair and mysterious eyes and…

You roll over, groaning as you reach for your phone. You spot a couple of additions to your followers and subscribers on your Two-witch account, earning you around a solid 35,000 people who enjoy your content enough to spend money on you, maybe. It’s incomparable to the older members of the ‘Slaughterhouse Losers’ though, their following and subscriber counts are all in the hundred-thousands. Well—at least there were some people liked watching you write your dark romance fanfiction.

You scroll down and see a pop-up. You cringe when you see Ronin’s user on your notifications list, but the moment you read the entire notification, you wish you ignored it and went back to sleep.

[goreboy is streaming on Two-witch! “SUBGOAL = SHIRT OFF”]

Grimacing, you remind yourself that curiosity kills the cat. “But satisfaction always brings it back…” a voice in your head tells you. It’s definitely too early for this, at least for you. It’s around one in the afternoon where Ronin is, but for you, it’s five in the morning. You mentally debate yourself, before giving into your desires and pressing on the notification.

You’re immediately met by the sight of what looks like an outdoor garage, a yard, maybe? He’s setting up a kiddie-pool, filling it up with water. He dons his usual clothes, a black shirt with a skull on it and his red baggy jeans. You notice he isn’t wearing his jacket, most likely because of the heat. You’re a bit concerned for the guy, if you wore a black shirt in this weather, it would kill you.

"'Sup, chat." Ronin proclaims from behind the camera. "Hold'on, gimme a sec." The camera gets adjusted so the view is a bit wider. You can see his black fingernails as he repositions the lens, before being met with his face. There's a devious grin on it, and you have an uneasy feeling he has a plan. 

"So..." his whole body is in view now as he points finger-guns at the small inflatable pool. The chatbox starts moving ridiculously fast as they mention his 'Spiderman crocs' and his 'LOSE tattoo' on his right arm. Their messages are all about how the former throws off his entire emo Olympics look, and how the latter makes him hotter. 

Ronin raises an eyebrow. "No need t'get so fuckin' crazy about it. You guys're actin' like you're in the Victorian age seein' ankles."  he smirks at the camera, cocking his head to the left. The chatbox is left in a frenzy again, and when you check Tweeter, "RONIN SHIRTLESS STREAM" and "HE"S SO HOT" are trending. You observe him closely, interested in the games he's playing with his followers. You zone out as he reiterates what's mentioned in the stream title. He'd make a great dark romance love interest, if he were a serial killer. Maybe.

Ronin pulls out his phone to be able to read the donations and messages left by his fans. He speaks, voice full of sarcasm and amusement "Well, look at who we have here...darlin' writer'?"

The way he says your username rolls off his pierced tongue. If your face flushes the same color as his hair, you don't tell. You click the "Gift Subs" button, typing out a message in chat for him to read out. At this rate, he'll empty your bank account.

Ronin noticed your message, throwing his head back to cackle at your fierceness. "'Jus' helpin' out your charity case.'  Thank you for the 50 gifted then, writer darlin'." He switches the position of the two words in your username, "darlingwriter." The streamer's voice drips with faux sweetness, it almost sounds as if he's...calling you his darling. You shake your head rapidly, refusing to acknowledge you could ever feel attracted to this man.

Another one of your fellow streamers gift subscribes to those watching Ronin. You can see how his face lights up when he talks; "Vince! Thank you for the hundred gifted. Seriously dude, big fan of your work." He simultaneously clicks his tongue, tilts his head, and winks at the camera in an attempt to jokingly capture Vince's heart.

If your gut twisted out of slight jealousy, you made sure to not let it show. He was only kidding, after all. Vince has mentioned several times on stream that he has a wife, especially when he received that one message on Valentine's asking "do you have a date?" while live. You ease up at the memory.

"Oh?" Ronin perks, looking at his phone once more. "Hey there, Luca." Luca, or "LUCA_IS_SO_COOL", was another friend of yours. He doesn't stream as often anymore, but that's mainly because he prefers hanging out privately with his girlfriend, Felicie.

Ronin reads out the highlighted text in the chat, a note left by Luca. Ronin coughs into his balled up fist, grinning. "'Dip your toes in the water, Ro!'" The burgundy-haired man looks at the camera, then at his feet. "'m giving these to you guys for free, technically." Just as he's about to remove his crocs, he dramatically stops and glares right into the lens. "No screenshots."

Quickly, he takes off his footwear and submerges both his feet in the water. "Whoo—that is cold."

The livestream continues. There's a strange, soft look in your eyes when you watch him, talking and chatting with everyone. It's been an hour now, and he's only a few more subscribers away before the sub-goal is reached. You drop your phone on your face, accidentally exiting the full-screen mode you've kept it on for the duration of the stream. The "subscribe" button on your end has yet to be clicked.

You cave in, letting him win your game of sarcasm-tag. You click the button and it appears on screen that he's reached his goal. You smile, small and faint, but it's sincere and you think about how Ronin shares the same smile as you.

"Says here my latest sub is @..darlingwriter. Aww...you really do love me, don't ya?" He teases, live, in front of 400,000 people. The streamer truly has no shame, casually flirting with you in front of everyone. You start typing on your phone, a message sent with a $50 donation. You silently plead to the world to keep your bank account intact.

His eyebrows perk up. "Take your shirt off." His mouth is agape, but the messages in the chatbox agree with you, egging him to do it, remove his shirt. 

"Alas, the things I do f'r money." He sits cross-legged in the pool, positioning himself so his upper body is seen in the camera. He removes his beanie first, the plastic horns clacking as the piece of clothing hits the floor. The light red color of his jeans turn a dark red as they come in contact with the water. The streamer grabs his shirt by the collar, lifting it up. 

His stomach is exposed first. Then, the scars on his chest. His shoulders follow.

You take in the sight before you. Ronin throws his shirt over his shoulder, extending his arms out ever-so slightly, as if tempting you and the many others watching to keep staring. The waistband of his underwear is seen, the branding splattered across the black fabric. "What? Too perfect for ya to describe?" he adds on.

Sighing, you give in. At this moment you decide that yes, you're flirting back, accepting his invitation to sin. As if those collarbones and pelvic muscles aren't as sinful already.

"A thousand!" the phone pings, signaling someone just donated a thousand dollars to him. Ronin's awestruck, his eyebrows furrowed as he tilts his head. He reads out the message you left behind. "The pants go next."

His eyes widen as he cackles once more, surprised and entertained by your idea of matching his humor. He claps his hands as he calms down from his fit of laughter.

"The stream ends here. Thanks f'r watchin'." 

The last thing you see is his mirthful smirk and eyes before a "stream ended :(" screen shows. Exhaling shakily, you roll over, stuffing your head in your pillow and screaming, kicking your legs as you do so. You regret it as you remember you have neighbors. The lady next door might think twice about gifting you sunset decor now.

Checking your phone, "PANTS NEXT" is trending on Tweeter. Groaning, you check the 'Slaughterhouse Losers' server. Someone pinged you.

<goreboy> [06:43] check dms

You hesitate, not knowing to expect. Moving your finger towards you and Ronin's direct messages, you click it and quickly avert your eyes. 

Slowly, you look back, overdramatic. Your jaw drops. It's an image. Ronin's shirtless in the picture, just like in the stream, but you notice how his abdomen is much more defined, how he flexes his biceps unnecessarily, how he's gazing at the camera dark and wanting. You confirm your thought about how he'd be a great dark romance love interest.

<darlingwriter> [06:50] fuck <goreboy> [06:50] you owe me now good Luck ;)