#fall drabble prompt list

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I giggled all the way through!!!!

#20 "isn't that my flannel?" for Captain Swan please, if you're up for it? :)

Isn't That My Flannel?

AO3

Summary: A ficlet about chilly mornings and borrowed coats.

This prompt is from the Fall Drabble Prompts List.

Tagging others who might enjoy: @anmylica, @deckerstarblanche, @elfiola, @goforlaunchcee, @jrob64, @kmomof4, @pirateswhore, @stahlop, @teamhook, @tiganasummertree, @undercaffinatednightmare, @xarandomdreamx, @zaharadessert

Most of the clothing available in this realm left much to be desired after a lifetime of wearing the lightest linens, finest silks, and softest velvet a pirate could pilfer under the incomparable comfort of a well-worn leather duster but whatever made up this hideous coat that Killian lifted from Emma's car this morning was a surprising luxury. 

As he walked through the town on this brisk morning, thick with fog, the cosy warmth of something this lightweight had become a bit of a marvel. His duster weighed about the same as a half barrel of rum and seemed stiff in comparison. It almost made up for the brightly striped pattern with pockets set such that the pattern clashed with the rest of the coat. Perhaps he could find one in black or a deep blue. 

Breathing in the salty air and listening to the lap of water against the docked boats settled things in Killian he hadn’t known were unmoored. That feeling of belonging, of home, was exponentially multiplied when he caught sight of the gorgeous woman he was fortunate enough to call his wife. 

Emma narrowed her eyes and cocked her head at him as he approached, his boots heavy on the dock. Something flashed in her eyes for a moment, but she tucked it away before he could place it. She’d tell him when she was ready, she always did. 

"Hi, love," Killian greeted and held up the warm, spiced lattes to her. She smiled in appreciation before taking a sip from her cup. 

“You look,” she paused, a smile tugging at her lips, “cosy.”

“I stole it from your vessel, Swan,” Killian said defensively, but a blush crept over his cheeks. He knew this brightly coloured monstrosity was not his most flattering attire but surely it wasn’t so awful as to warrant her jesting. 

“Mmmhmm.” Emma returned to her drink as they fell into step, walking along the docks as the sun rose over the water in brilliant shades of reds and orange. 

“What was the emergency this morning?” Killian asked.

“The alarm at the school went off. We checked it out. Nothing was missing or damaged.” Emma shrugged. “It’s probably some kids getting ready for their class prank.” 

“Hmm, clever kids to get in without causing additional destruction.” 

Emma cut her eyes at him. “Do you think that I don’t know Henry can pick a lock? That you taught him?” 

“I am certain that I have no idea what you are talking about, love.” Killian smiled proudly, contradicting the innocence that laced his words. 

“Of course not,” Emma muttered. 

“As it happens, I do know Henry is innocent of this particular crime.”

“I know. Henry is getting the sheep.” 

“He told you?” 

“No. Dad did. Can you believe Henry asked him if he could borrow his sheep to fill the freshmen classrooms?” 

“Actually, I can,” Killian laughed, shaking his head. Sometimes it was difficult to imagine that Henry was the child of thieves and the step-child of a legendary pirate. “Granny should have her first batch of pastries baked by now. Let’s eat before you go back to the station.” 

“Ooh, yes.” Emma licked her lips at the thought of the fresh bear claw she was about to inhale. 

When they walked into Granny’s, David was already at the counter getting his morning takeaway before heading to the station himself. He turned when they walked in, smiling at them. But his smile faded into an expression somewhere between bewilderment and confusion, “Killian, isn’t that my flannel?” 

For the second time that morning, Killian felt his face heat as his cheeks burned red

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@killianjonesz THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS ASK, LOVE!! I really hope it makes you smile. Let me know what you thought and feel free to ask for more. I don't know why this prompt SCREAMED silly at me, but it did.

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How to get to know your characters better?

(feel free to add your own thoughts to this list, hope it helps!) req by @miricalebabyy44 <3

what will your character be like if they were in your shoes?

is your oc the mom friend or the dad or the childish one in their friendgroup ?

do those "poet, king, soldier" quiz for your oc. im being fr

do the "36 questions to fall in love" quiz as your oc.

ik your ocs trauma have an impact on their character, but how would they be like, if they hadn't gone through that experience?

does your oc have similar tastes as you do? (music, art, fashion, coffee/tea etctetc)

will they "i only live once so I'll do it for the plot." or will they "i only live once ffs, i don't wanna die." ?

what is your ocs opinion of love? how is/was their love life on a scale of 1-10?

will your oc let go of someone precious to them when they know they're putting them at danger?

around whom does your oc lets their guard down?

are they romantically constipated or a hopeless romantic?

what type of music does ur oc like?

write a lot about your oc if you're struggling to get to know them. find a drabble prompt, and write what they'd do.

do they trust others easily or do they get trusted by others easily?

what is something your oc will never talk to anyone about? (their answer can be deep, like some emo trauma or like smthng like back when they shit their pants or smthng yk)

do they give off golden retriever energy, or a black cat energy? (or both?)

what will THEIR opinion be on YOUR current life? will they be ur friend? will they trust you?

will your oc survive in a fantasy setting, a war setting, a dystopian setting, a futuristic setting, a medieval setting? will ur oc survive after getting stranded on an island, or a forest?

does your oc like their parents, do they like how their life is, do they feel like they're born in the right gen?

if they are ever to get one wish definitely granted, what would they wish for?

how did they react to their first kiss? (if they have had it by now lmao)

what's an ideal day for your oc?

lastly, who does your oc go to when they've fucked up?

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Drabble List #13

75 prompts to write drabbles or longer stories.

"It's time to move on."

"There's no going back."

"Why do you care?"

"This could change everything."

"I need to know the truth."

"We can't give up hope."

"I knew it would come to this."

"They won't stop until they get what they want."

"I won't let you down."

"What are you waiting for?"

"I can't do this without you."

"We need to take a risk."

"How can I ever trust you again?"

"It's not too late to turn back."

"We need to act fast."

"This isn't about winning."

"What did you expect?"

"We need to find another way."

"How can you be so calm?"

"I won't let them hurt you."

"Why didn't you believe me?"

"This is our moment."

"I didn't know who else to turn to."

"We need to stay together."

"How did it come to this?"

"You're the only one who understands."

"We have to be ready for anything."

"I wish things were different."

"It's not as simple as it looks."

"What are we waiting for?"

"You think you know me, but you don't."

"It's not about what we want; it's about what we need."

"I've made mistakes, but this isn't one of them."

"Every choice comes with a consequence."

"I didn't ask for your opinion."

"We have to find another way."

"You're stronger than you realize."

"I can't keep doing this forever."

"What if everything we've been told is a lie?"

"I won't let fear control me."

"Why do you always have to be right?"

"There's no place I'd rather be than here with you."

"This isn't the life I imagined."

"We have to keep moving forward."

"No one said it would be easy."

"We can't let them get away with this."

"It's time to make a stand."

"I never thought it would end like this."

"Do you really believe that?"

"We can't change the past, but we can shape the future."

"I'm not as perfect as you think."

"This is the moment we've been waiting for."

"You can't hide from the truth."

"Everything is falling apart."

"We need to stick to the plan."

"I refuse to give up."

"They don't understand what we're capable of."

"This is just the beginning."

"I never wanted to hurt you."

"We're running out of options."

"This is bigger than both of us."

"I can't believe you did that."

"We're all in this together."

"You have to see it from my perspective."

"It's not as simple as black and white."

"We're fighting for something greater than ourselves."

"I didn't choose this path; it chose me."

"We have to be brave."

"You're not alone in this."

"This isn't a game."

"I didn't come this far to fail now."

"We can't let fear hold us back."

"I'm not the same person I used to be."

"This isn't about revenge."

"I believe in you."

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kim namjoon fanfics: recent readings recommendations 💌

thank you thank you thank you authors <3 love you guys 💌💗🫶🏻

namjoon masterlist

🌟 The holiday pretense by @mortallydeepestobservation (genre: fake-dating, friends to lovers/roommates to lovers au; crack, smut, fluff | ongoing)

summary: Namjoon has never been a fan of the holidays. In fact, he could list more things that sucked about ‘The most wonderful time of the year’, than things that brought him joy. Yet, beneath his cynicism, a flicker of hope appeared this year, as the faint scent of homesickness hung in the air. Unfortunately, there’s one tiny little thing that keeps him from calling home- his lack of a girlfriend. But fear not; this holiday season, Namjoon’s smart mouth gets him in a situation where he has no choice but to approach you- his longtime friend and roommate- with an unexpected request

my review

🌟 i need to touch you by @musicloverxoxo7 (genre: smut with a bit of plot | husband!joon x reader | completed)

summary: After a fight you and Namjoon haven’t spoken to each other in a day. You also haven’t allowed him to touch you. He’s had enough now.

my review

🌟bts halloween party - king and queen by @musicloverxoxo7 (genre: smut) | completed

summary: At the party, Namjoon makes you feel hot. He walks you home, thinking you are unwell. Will you take the chance and finally jump him?

🌟 we have time by @souryoong (genre: smut) | boyfriend!joon x reader | completed

summary: you and namjoon get in a quick fuck before Taehyung comes over.

🌟 heart got teeth by @100vern (genre: pwp; smut, angst, enemies to fwb to lovers (kinda) | completed

summary: the one where namjoon meets his match and isn’t quite sure how to handle you.

my review

🌟 The Boyfriend Experience by @shina913 | Genre: sex!work_AU; smut; PWP | Pairing: Escort!Namjoon x Fem!Reader | completed

summary: It felt very similar to an actual date, as if we’d come back to my place after a dating app meet-up – except the part about me slipping him cash in an envelope, of course. The intimacy happened naturally. He didn’t ask me for directions on how to turn me on, I just let him do his thing. 

🌟Empty Box by @moni-logues | Genre: angst, friends-to-almost-lovers? | completed

summary: No matter what you do, no matter what he does, you can't not love Namjoon. His girlfriend can't stop it, his baby, a thousand miles between you, your fiancé. Nothing makes it any less painful. Nothing makes it go away and nothing can give you the happily ever after you both want.

my review, my review, my review

🌟Take It Off by @jjungkookislife | pairing: namjoon x f. reader | prompt completed

prompt smut - 28 - "This is why I get off to you every night by myself."

prompt fluff - 30 - "Are those my clothes?"

🌟nice try, nerd by @jungshookz | librarian!namjoon | completed

my review

🌟out of reach by @liveyun | pairing. kim namjoon x gn ghost!reader | genre. paranormal, angst | completed

my review

🌟Falling for My Tutor by @hufflepuffwriter1995 | Tutor!Namjoon x Popular!Reader | completed

my review

🌟trivia love by @luxekook | pairing: kim namjoon x reader | genre: non-idol au with fluff and smut | completed

summary: in which the reader and namjoon become ridiculously attracted to each other over weekly late night trivia sessions

my review

🌟let’s be friends by @bangtanloverboys | pairing - frat boy/stoner!namjoon x party girl!reader | completed

summary: you’re cute, he’s cute; you’re both a bit bored, why don’t you make out with your new friend?

my review

🌟Dirty Thoughts: A Dirty Shorts Fic by @mytaegiheart | Prompt: “How am I supposed to concentrate when I am having the most unholy scenarios about you and me in my head?” | completed

summary: You and Namjoon have been married for 6 years, and to keep your relationship spicy, you like to send him naughty pics via text message that end up distracting him from working and causing him no end of embarrassment to his bandmates.

🌟Drabble by @champagneher | boyfriend!namjoon | completed

summary: YOUR BOYFRIEND KEEPS ASKING STRANGE EXISTENTIAL -OR WAY TOO DEEP FOR 1AM- QUESTIONS AND YOU JUST WANT TO SLEEP.

🌟Naked by @muniimyg | (new) established relationship | non-idol au | fluff, crack, and smut | completed

summary: in which nam joon takes any and every opportunity to see you naked

🌟 Ramen? by @solarwonux | pairing: college!Namjoon x f!reader | genre: 18+, smut, fluff, humor | completed

summary: He read all the signs wrong, but in his defense, according to Jungkook asking someone up for ramen is basically code for sex. Right? 

[glorfyndels]

Tolkien Fandom Event Calendar 2025

There are lots of exciting Tolkien fandom weeks coming up this year, so inspired by @arofili's 2023 calendar, @curiouselleth's brand new Tolkien Fandom Events community as well as @tolkienfandomevents, I decided to create a masterpost for 2025.

This list is not exhaustive, and dates are subject to change by the organisers of these events! Please check the original post for the most up-to-date version.

If you know of any events not included here, please don't hesitate to send me a message or an ask. This calendar was first posted on 13 April 2025, and only events taking place after that date will be featured. Please note that I am not running any of these events myself and that I am not responsible for any prompts/submissions part of these events.

APRIL

1-30: Barduil Month @bi-widower-dads

14-20: Silmarillion Epistolary Week @silmarillionepistolary

MAY

1-31: Mayron, hosted by @polloniumwhy

5-11: Angbang Week @angbangweek

11-17: Gondolin Week @gondolinweek

12-18: Cozy Cuddles Week, hosted by @rivendellwatch

15-21: (TROP) The Underdog Edition, hosted by @the-southlands

26-1 June: Númenor Week @numenorweek

JUNE

26 May-1: Númenor Week @numenorweek

9-15: Celebrimbor Week, hosted by @the-southlands

9-21: Camp Tolkien, hosted by @inklings-challenge

10-17: Tolkien Ekphrasis Week @tolkienekphrasisweek

14-20: Boromir Week @boromir-week

16-22: Tolkien South Asian Week, hosted by @arwenindomiel

16-22: Tolkien Native Language Appreciation Fest @jrrt-native-languages-fest

16-22: Russingon Week @russingon-week

16-30: Spice Week, hosted by @rivendellwatch

JULY

1-10: Samfro Summer @samfrosummer

1-31: Disability Pride, hosted by @filiswingman

4-10: Tyelkormo & Maitimo Week @tyelkoandtimo-week

13-19: Esoteric Tolkien Week @esotolkienweek

19: Mereth Aderthad, hosted by @silmarillionwritersguild

25: LotR Musical Summertime Springle Bing, hosted by @lotrmusical

AUGUST

1-6: Nargothrond Week @nargothrond-week [uncertain]

4-10: Silvergifting Week @silvergiftingweek

8-10: The Feast of Horns @feast-of-horns

11-17: Tolkien Gen Week @tolkiengenweek [tentatively]

25-31: Tolkien OC Week @tolkienocweek

SEPTEMBER

1-9: Ainur Week @ainurweek

1-30: Sapphic September, hosted by @filiswingman

8-14: Sindar Week @sindarweek

OCTOBER

6-12: Tolkien Latin American and Caribbean Week @tolkienlatamandcaribbeanweek

20-26: Celrond Week @celrondweek

26-1 Nov: Tolkien Horror Week @tolkienhorrorweek

NOVEMBER

26 Oct-1: Tolkien Horror Week @tolkienhorrorweek

10-17: Glorthelion Week @glorthelionweek

23-29: Tolkien Siblings Week @tolkiensiblingsweek

DECEMBER

1-7: Tolkien Fairytale & Folklore Week @tolkienfolkloreweek

1-31: Díscember, hosted by @filiswingman

Longer Events:

Tolkien Reverse Summer Bang @tolkienrsb, March-October

Scribbles & Drabbles @fall-for-tolkien, June-November

Innumerable Stars @innumerable-stars, August-October

SWG challenges @silmarillionwritersguild throughout the year

Teitho Contest @teitho, challenges throughout the year

Stage Adaptations Performance Calendar by @emeraldskulblaka

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Hi, I don't know if you're still accepting applications for your celebration, I hope so ♡

(🌼 )A drabble where after reader gives birth and is quietly stuffing herself with food, James starts to cry because he hates seeing her suffer so much, he would be a husband totally devastated by his wife 🫶🏻💗

“It really hurts. ”

omg hi nonnie!! Thank you so much for your request, I loveeee dad!james and mom!reader, I want to do more baby/pregnancy fics in the future omg. Hope you enjoy, thanks for celebrating with me <3

🌼 daisy (innocence, loyalty, pure love): pick a character and an AU from the lists above & a prompt from this list and I will write a <500 word drabble

daisy's 500 follower celebration masterlist

James Potter and "It really hurts."

cw: fem!reader, reader just gave birth, James is a great husband

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Your side of the bed is cold when James reaches out to pull you closer. He peeks one eye open and finds that your side of the bed is, in fact, empty. He hadn’t heard the baby cry, and when he focuses, he can hear his son’s soft breathing through the baby monitor. He doesn’t hear your soft humming or the tell-tale creaking of the rocking chair, which means you likely aren’t in the nursery either. 

He groans as he slips out of bed, exhaustion flooding his brain and his body. He rubs sleep out of his eyes as he steps into the hallway. He stops by the nursery and finds baby Harry sleeping peacefully in his bassinet, but alone. He presses a kiss to his son’s head and brushes a hand over his belly before stepping out. It isn’t until he moves down the stairs that he sees the kitchen light on.

He stretches his arms over his head, thinking maybe you’re preparing a bottle for Harry, but freezes when he hears what sounds like sniffles and light sobs. His feet carry him to you, to the kitchen, and there you are.

You’re sat at the counter, head buried in your hands as your body wracks with sobs. There’s a pile of chocolate wrappers next to you and the extra baby monitor, evidence that you’ve been down here for a while, probably trying to make yourself feel better.

“Love?” James tries to speak as softly as he can, and he watches as your shoulders tense. You raise a hand to wipe at your face but James is there, his fingers brushing away the wetness along the swells of your cheeks. His heart aches at the puffiness of your eyes. “What’s wrong?”

Your lip trembles, another tear falling and landing on James’ finger. “I just-” Your breathing is shaky and one of his hands slides to cradle the back of your head, pushing himself closer to you. “It really hurts.”

“I know,” James feels your hands slide along his back, fingers gripping his muscles like he might keep you steady. He makes it his job to do exactly that. “I know it does. I’m so sorry, my love.”

Your face burrows into his chest, tears sliding down your skin and then his. “Have you taken anything?” James asks softly, and he nods once when he feels you shake your head. “Let’s get you something to take and some water, huh?”

You let James guide you over to the couch. He tucks you in comfortably, pressing a kiss to your head and then running off before bringing back water and medicine. He slides in next to you, cradling you gently, and he’s the one who gets up when Harry starts to cry. 

“You rest, my love. I got him.”

And he does, he’s got both of you. He’ll always take care of you, no matter what. 

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© prettydaisygirl

[leighsartworks216]

Period prompt- Mc wakes up from a much needed nap, realizes she bled through onto the sheets and feels bad and super embarrassed. Zayne comforts her, assuring her it's ok and normal, then helps her get cleaned up and pampers her, causing Mc to get emotional and fall even deeper in love 😭

These requests were similar enough that I'm just combining them into one drabble. I made it way longer than it needed to be for just a simple drabble but I had fun! Gets a little silly at the end

Prompt from this list

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First - Second - Third - Fourth LADS Masterlists

You knock lightly on the doorframe to the home office as you creep inside. Zayne lifts his attention from his laptop, angling his chair to see you. You fit by his side like a glove. While he tenderly massages your lower back with one hand, you run your fingers through his hair.

"I'm gonna take a nap," you murmur.

He traces his free hand along your arm to your wrist, drawing your hand from his hair to his cheek. He turns his head to press a kiss to your wrist. "You're welcome to use my bed," he says. His thumb strokes the back of your hand. He looks up at you like you're his whole world. "Can I get you anything?"

You shake your head. He's already done so much for you. When your period started a couple days ago, he made sure you had all the product you could need, all the snacks you could crave, and more. And when your cramps are really bad, he's more than happy to cuddle you on the couch, massaging your lower abdomen to chase them away. You lean down and press a kiss to his forehead.

"I'll leave my phone on. Text me if you need anything."

His hair slips from your fingers. Your hand slips out of his. He watches you peter out of his office and turn down the hall to his bedroom. He listens for a moment longer to your footsteps, before he turns back to his desk, pushes up his glasses, and gets back to work.

Zayne's bedroom is sparse. Minimalistic - just like the rest of his home. Now that you two are officially together, your impact on his life has made itself known in his decor. Picture frames of photos you've taken, plushies from the claw machine, kitty badges neatly lined up on a wire rack.

No matter how cold and harsh his house seems, his bed couldn't be any more comfortable. The comforter is plush and warm. His sheets are soft and welcoming. His pillow cradles your head. It smells like his shampoo and a hint of his cologne. Even if you can't have him here to nap with you, it feels like he's still there, holding you, surrounding you, as you slowly drift off to sleep.

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You wake up slow and warm. A little disoriented, too. You nuzzle your face into the pillow with a long sigh. You wish you could spend all day right here, basking in the remnant warmth the blankets hold onto, surrounded by your boyfriend's lingering comfort. The only thing that could make it better is if he spent that time with you, holding you close as you have quiet conversations in the shifting daylight. The only thing that could make it catastrophically worse...

You feel the uncomfortable gush of blood. It keeps you from even attempting to stay longer. It could be nothing; your flow wasn't too heavy when you laid down. But it could be something.

When you push back the comforter, letting in the cold world, and stand up, you know it wasn't just a false alarm. A glaring red stain in the center of soft blue sheets. And the crushing embarrassment that settles deep in your stomach.

You want to cry. In all your time dating Zayne, in all your time sleeping in his bed while your period torments you, never have you ever bled through. It's not like you live together yet, either - this is his bed. His sheets.

Ugh, and your clothes! You've bled through your underwear and your pants!

The choked up feeling in your throat accompanies the ashamed tears starting to well in your eyes.

You scurry off to the bathroom. Groan inwardly at the bloody stains on your clothes as you desperately clean up, refreshing your product. It sucks having to keep wearing the ruined clothes; like having to put back on a cold, wet bathing suit. You take a few deep breaths before you force yourself to deal with the consequences of your menstruation.

You tiptoe awkwardly through the house. You haven't been sleeping that long, so you're not too surprised to find Zayne right where you left him, working at his desk in his little home office, flipping through papers and books with his glasses perched on his nose. He's so focused, no doubt working on his research. You get to be the one to interrupt him. You'd rather melt into a puddle and sink into the earth.

You tap on the doorframe. Zayne looks up right away, but that soft, slight smile he usually wears when you're here immediately falls into a frown when he sees you. He pushes his seat back and gets up, crossing the distance in a few long strides. His hands find your arms, holding you as he looks you over, trying to find the source to your teary eyes, quivering lip, and closed off body language. "What's wrong? What happened?"

Your heart is racing. Your hands are clammy. You hug yourself, make yourself smaller. Your voice shakes when you finally gather the strength to speak. "I- I got blood on your bed."

The concern eases slightly from his face. Any possible scenario he had running through his head came nowhere near the reality of the situation. He rubs your arms reassuringly, trying to soothe you. "It's alright. I have spare sheets in the closet."

You blink up at him. Waiting for the disgust, the exasperation - anything. But it doesn't come. He doesn't even rush for the bedroom to deal with it right away. He just stays there with you. "You're not upset?"

He huffs a surprised laugh, shaking his head. "Why would I be upset? You cannot control the flow of your menstruation."

"But... it's gross. It doesn't gross you out?"

"My love, I'm a surgeon," he reminds you with a soft smile. "Open heart surgery is 'gross'. The natural processes of the female body, however, are not." He kisses your forehead as he gently lowers your arms from around yourself, holding your hands in his to lead you out of his office doorway and back down the hall to his room. "Come here. I'll find some spare clothes for you to take a shower while I change the bedsheets."

Your mind and body haven't yet come down from your embarrassed anxiety. You still feel the need to cry, and your hands unconsciously fidget in his, like when he sees the blood, that's when things will go wrong. You're just waiting for the crash.

Zayne lets go of your hands once you're inside the room. He goes to his closet, then his dresser. He returns with some of his own clothes - a college t-shirt, some soft pajama pants, even a sweater. He blushes as he also hands over a pair of your underwear, looking away as he explains, "You left these behind when you did your laundry here last week."

That startles you out of your stupor, a shaky, surprised laugh jumping from your throat as you take them from him. "You kept them in your drawer?”

His ears are bright red as he clears his throat, but he offers you a shy smile nonetheless. “Consider it a hostage for the tie you stole from me.” He shakes his head, dismissing the conversation and his own embarrassment. He nudges you toward his bathroom. “Take as long as you need, love. I’ll start working on dinner once I’ve finished.”

Before he can head for his closet again, to retrieve the sheets neatly folded up on the top shelf, you fling your arms around his shoulders. He startles, holding you close. You bury your face in his neck, feel his warmth, smell the cool mint of his candy and his cologne wrapping around you. Your body shakes and he holds you tighter as your emotions spill over, tears dripping onto his collar. You sniffle and croak out, “I love you.”

He leans his head against yours. One hand rubs your back as the other pets your hair, giving you the space you need to let your emotions out. “I love you, too.”

[vrystalius]

Sleep prompts — Sanemi Shinazugawa.

Sleep Prompt List: 1. Sleeping with their head in your lap

Pairing: Sanemi Shinazugawa x gn!reader

Genre: Fluff, angst comfort

You could tell what he needed the second his foot entered your shared home. He carelessly disregarded his equipment, only wiping the blood of his katana as to not rust it and get scolded by his blacksmith layer, throwing his bloody uniform into a corner of the washroom and slipping into more comfortable yukata.

You were comfortably curled up in bed after a long day, having Sanemi in the back of your mind and having your thoughts running in circles as you worried about him and his mission, how he has been away for almost a whole week now. It never takes him this long for him and the other slayers to track down the demon and behead it, so the pit in your stomach that has been forming ever since he left has been growing endlessly.

But now that he wordlessly walked into your bedroom as if he never left, crawling into bed and letting your arms drape around his tense shoulders, feeling how the shoulders slowly relaxed as if he was realising that he is home, home and safe with you.

Sanemi’s whole body shifted to lay in his favourite position; his head nestled on your warm, soft lap while your hand ran through his white, messy hair, your fingers slowly massaging his scalp. He can barely fight his eyelids from falling shut, then again, why should he? His cheek was being squished against your skin and his lips parted slightly as he slowly started to fall asleep.

You let him nap like this until evening, thinking he probably needed the rest. It’s similar to having a sleeping cat on your lap and not being able to move after it curled up on your lap, but the cat is now the head of your lover and muscular arms loosely wrapped around your waist to really make sure that you’re not going anywhere.

After waking up in the evening, you two just got up to grab something to eat from your pantry before curling up in bed again, going into some sort of hibernation and comfortably taking the position of the little spoon in your arms, his head buried in your neck and only lifting it out of the warmth to stare at you with tired eyes and a small smile, or to place a lazy kiss now and then before you two fall asleep. His hands would trace down from your shoulder blades, down to your back and coming to rest to drape comfortably around your waist and stomach, pulling you even closer than you already are.

The morning after, the hardest thing to do is to pry yourself out of his arms. Cursing the endless hashira training he pushed himself through as you tried to get his damn arm off your waist while you’re trying to get to the bathroom. The worst thing that he is not even awake yet, this unit of a man is not even seriously trying to keep you in your shared bed and to keep basking in the love and warmth.

“How long have I been sleeping? It’s… too much.” Sanemi grumbled as he dragged his palm down his face as he stretched his sore muscles with a groan. “You deserve some rest every now and then. I don’t mind spending it with you.”

Your words made his head turn towards you, his whole softening up. He stared at you for a moment longer, appreciating the way the sleep messed with your hair. Sanemi forced himself to look away before he his face flushes in embarrassment and his feelings are laid out openly for you. But then again, you can read him like an open book anyway, so it’s no use.

“We can stay in bed a little longer, I guess. I can train later.”

💠

Author’s note. Thank you for reading!

Writer’s blog has been beating me with a chair 😭 Whenever I don’t have motivation I deflate and disappear but I tried to fight against it by posting this bite-sized Sanemi drabble with lots of cuddles and sleep. I enjoyed using the sleep prompt so I wouldn’t mind getting a couple requests for it!

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!

Take care of yourselves <33

[captain-huggy-bear]

Hi! Congratulations on 1,000 followers!

May I request “Hey, Look at me. I love you, okay?” and Clayton Keller please?

Not me using my hospital stay at the start of the year for insp again lol (That was the hospital trip that caused me to start watching Utah more btw because I was in a ward with loud sick strangers and watched hockey all night to fall asleep, so they really are my comfort team. Specifically watched the Jets game where Clay took the puck to the face like 2 or 3 times that night).

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"You'll need to stay in overnight, we want to give you some more phosphates and then run some tests in the morning." The doctor doesn't even look at you, she's so focused on your notes, whatever she sees there having her frowning as you sit in the wheelchair they'd brought out for you when they'd taken you to have an x-ray. They were scared you might faint...again. Your pulse had been 156bpm when you'd first arrived at the hospital...

"Okay..." Your voice is so small and it has Clay tightening his grip on your hand, a few reassuring squeezes as he purses his mouth to contain his worry. He's trying his best to be strong, stable, secure for you right now but deep down he's terrified that something's seriously wrong...he's scared to lose you.

You're wheeled down hospital corridors by a porter, Clay walking besides you as quick as he can, holding your hand the whole way to the room you're being taken to. The entire time you feel like you might cry, tears welling up, emotions choking you at the fear of staying on your own overnight. The fear caused by knowing Clay will have to leave, they'll tell him to go home and you'll be left here on your own in a strange place...all while worrying whether you're seriously sick or not.

You're left alone with Clay when you make it to the room, staring at the sterile walls, the white sheets, the space that you're going to be alone it. Cold, unfamiliar, intimidating. Clay holds your arm as you stand, scared you'll faint again as he helps you to sit up on the hospital bed. Your shoes are taken off to make you more comfortable, your jacket put over a chair.

You watch him apprehensive, gnawing on your lip. He's making a mental list of all the things you need, all the things he needs to pack and bring in for you, ticking them off on his fingers and it just makes it clearer to you that Clay's about to leave you here. It has the tears finally starting, falling quietly down your cheeks.

"Don't go...." You're sniffling, voice wet, hands wiping away the tears that are falling. They're from fear, so scared to be left here alone, needing Clay to be here with you.

Clay sighs sympathetically, sitting next to you on the hospital bed, fingers reaching up to tuck your hair behind your ears. He hates that he has to leave, even if only temporarily, hates that you seem so vulnerable right now, so fragile and he's going to leave you. Even if it's for an hour at most.

"Baby, I need to go get you some things, otherwise you're going to be uncomfortable all night." You can't sleep in your clothes, you need something to take your make-up off, you've missed dinner time so he'll need to bring you some food. Leaving is a necessity.

"I don't want you to leave...I'm scared."

Clay cups your cheeks fully, large hands holding your head gently as he scoots closer until his forehead presses against yours, nose nuzzling against your own.

“Hey, Look at me. I love you, okay? I'm going to come back and then I'm staying all night." He see it, the fear that he'll leave and not come back...that leaving isn't temporary, that you'll be abandoned here, alone. He doesn't care how uncomfortable his night is, how long, whether he has to sleep in a chair or the floor, he knows he's not leaving you here alone all night.

"But they won't let you."

"They'll have to physically remove me from this hospital bed if they want me to leave, okay? I'm coming back and I'm staying. All night." A kiss is pressed to your temple, lingering, long, like he's trying to press a promise into your skin, to make you believe him.

"Promise?"

"Promise, sweet girl."

"Okay..." So you let him go. You try to be brave, lip quivering as he walks out the door and leaves you there in the silence.

It's horrible, the waiting. While he's gone you're questioned for paperwork, forced to put on a brave face and pretend you're not about to burst into tears every second that Clay is gone.

The relief you feel when he comes back, bag slung over his shoulder, having changed into his sweats and a hoodie for a more comfortable night, that stupid cap on backwards, is immense. He's like a daydream, all you've ever wanted strolling in and pulling the curtains around your bed for privacy.

"I brought your favourite pajamas," He's pulling them out of the bag, along with make-up wipes, your moisturiser, all the things you usually have for your night time routine.

"You came back..."

"I made a promise, baby."

It eases your fears, that feeling like you're drowning disappearing bit by bit as Clay helps you into your pajamas, as he helps you take your make-up off and do your nightly routine. It dwindles to almost nothing when he joins you on the bed, curling around you like he aims to protect you, even as the nurse comes in to hook you up to an IV drip of medicine, even when it means your arm has to awkwardly hang off to the side. He doesn't let go, just wraps himself around you tightly, face pressing into your neck as he feels you relax bit by bit.

When he thinks you're finally asleep he whispers one final thought, "'m here, baby, not going anywhere. I promise, sweet girl. I'm right here."

[azrielbrainrot]

The Sweetest Dream

Pairing: Azriel x F!Reader

Warnings: pure fluff, not proofread

Word Count: 0,9K

Notes: Writing little drabbles to help with writer's block. This is prompt #15 on this list.

Everyone in the house is asleep as you sit by the fireplace, sipping your tea, lost in visions of hazel eyes and gentle smiles, the same ones that wouldn't let sleep find you tonight.

“Can't sleep either?”

The sound makes you jump on the sofa, too distracted to realize someone had walked into the sitting room. Your heart calms as soon as you turn to find Azriel standing close to the doorway, cringing softly when you notice the guilty look in his eyes. You shouldn't have expected anything else from the Spymaster, walking around silently out of habit.

“I didn't mean to scare you,” he murmurs, hiding his hands behind his back and bringing his wings close to his body. Trying to make himself look smaller perhaps? As if that was possible.

“You didn't, Az,” you rush to assure him, “I just didn't expect anyone else to still be awake at this hour.”

Azriel hums and walks closer to you, the faint light coming from the fireplace making him look even more ethereal than usual as it hits his carved body so beautifully. Warmth spreads to your cheeks as his shadows give way and you notice he was only wearing loose pajama pants, it seems he really had been trying to sleep before coming downstairs. The thought makes you tug at the hem of your nightgown, remembering you were in the same position as him.

“You didn't answer me,” he speaks up again as he takes a seat next to you on the sofa.

“Right,” you clear your throat, pushing away any impertinent thoughts. “I can't seem to fall asleep, no.”

“Did something happen?”

His concern for you is exceedingly sweet, truly heartwarming, and even though it's something any of your friends would show, you can't help the murmur in your chest as it comes from him. The fact that his hushed voice sounds like warm honey in the quiet room not helping your situation at all.

You shake your head, turning your body to face him, leg propped on the sofa as the empty teacup in your hands disappears at the house's command. He looked impossibly handsome with his dark messy hair and his half-lidded eyes trained on you.

“Just have too much on my mind, that's all.”

“Alright,” he whispers, blinking slowly down at you, “but you know you can talk to me about anything, right?”

“Of course, Az. I promise it's nothing bad.” He nods, eyes never straying from yours as silence falls between you once again. “Why can't you sleep?”

“I guess I'm just not tired,” he shrugs.

You know better than to pry, but you also know of the nightmares that often plague his dreams, and of the insomnia that won't allow him to get a good rest. Your fingers twitch, wanting to reach out to hold his hand, settling on biting your lip instead, your eyes darting back to the fireplace.

Ever since realizing your feelings for Azriel weren't exactly platonic anymore, you didn't really know how to act around him, entirely too aware of every movement and word, and what they could mean. It also didn't help that he seemed different with you as well, it made your heart get too many ideas.

“The sun is almost rising in the sky. We should probably give up on getting enough sleep,” he says, getting up from the sofa and coming to stand in front of you, holding out a hand towards you, one you don't hesitate in taking, letting him pull you up to your feet. “I know a good place to see the sunrise. Why don't I take us there instead?”

A smile spreads across your face as you accept his invitation with a nod, a smile of his own mirroring yours. Cauldron, how could you not fall in love with him? It seems more impossible to you that no one else was madly in love with the shadowsinger.

His hands fall on your waist unexpectedly, your eyes widening in surprise. “I'll fly us there,” he explains quickly, easily lifting you up into his arms, making you wrap yours around his neck. You've flown with him countless times, but now you could feel his body moving towards the window far too well, considering the lack of clothes between you.

“Azriel,” you call out his name just as he reaches the window, the way his eyes fall on your face taking your breath away for a moment. “Maybe we should get our robes or something before leaving.”

“No one will see us,” he assures, his shadows climbing up your bodies as if confirming their singer's words. “Is that okay?”

“Yes.”

“If you don't feel comfortable with me-”

“I do, Azriel,” you murmur, tightening your hold on him, “Of course I do.”

“Alright,” he whispers, pulling you closer to him as the smile returns to his lips.

“Alright.”

Your lips were only a breath away from each other, and it seems he also realized this as his hazel eyes travel down to watch your mouth, the desire that briefly flashes through his eyes taking your breath away before he recovers, opening the window and letting the chilly early morning air kiss your exposed skin instead.

“We should hurry,” he says with a smile, watching the way you blink up at him. “We don't want to miss the sunrise.”

It seems your silly crush isn't as silly or one sided as you thought.

[buntanteen]

svt fic recs list <3 - svt 10 year anniversary: jun - sfw & nsfw

summary: 10 sfw & 10 nsfw junhui reader insert fics :)

contains: 18+ nsfw (mdni!!) majority is afab reader

✩ svt writing & fic rec masterlist ✩

✩ sfw section ✩

1. ❥ ও wen junhui as your college boyfriend - @fairyhaos

THE CUTEST COLLEGE BF OMGGGGGGGGGG

2. ❥ setting the record  - @suhnshinehaos

LMAOOO JUSTICE FOR JUNNNN

3. ❥ dating actor bf!jun part one | part two | part three - @studioeisa & @xinganhao

our hardworking junnieee~ i hope he's getting this kind of love and support :,)

4. ❥ DATING JUN INCLUDES… - @svtswhorehouse

NO SEUNGKWAN NO JUNHUIHUI BEEF PLSSS (but fr, dating jun would be the most fun and loving experience :3)

5. ❥ good things from bad days | bonus drabble - @cheolism-archive

i know damn well he'd be the best and taking care of his loved ones AHHHHHHHHHHH (he's just so fucking loving i WILL sob)

6. ❥ jun bf habits - @odxrilove

baby boy i will ALWAYSSS tie your ties and gladly take your hands for warmth and hype up your accomplishments and love your lil cat pics

7. ❥ jealousy prompt: "what? me? jealous? never." ⋅ - @studioeisa

omfg i can just hearrrrrrr his lil cranky defensive voice dfgfdhjk

8. ❥ dating junhui feels like.. - @ssentimentals

bro is filled with so much warm and comfort and gentle and thoughtful and AHHHH

9. ❥ jun boyfriend texts - @wonuism

obsessed jun with obsessed reader iktrrrrr

10. ❥ worth it!junhui - @xinganhao

oh :,) to have some this enthusiastic and patient for my love

✩ nsfw section ✩

1. ❥ drenched - @junkissed

i physically cANNNOTTTTT (i need him between my legs nOWW)

2. ❥ cuffed - @channiesbakery

I CACKLEDDDDD PLS THE KEYCHAINS HE'S SOOOOO CUTE TO ME

3. ❥ fucking in your childhood bedroom - @toruro

he's so insanely nasty for this AHHH

4. ❥ wen junhui's guide to taking breaks - @cheolism-archive

HE'S SO CUTE KVJFBKEJD (and the pet name killed me omfkjvfn)

5. ❥ face riding - @hoshifighting

hehehe i'm SATTTTT for this (and for him)

6. ❥ valentine’s day present - @rubyreduji

valentines day!!?!??! phone sex?!?! lingerie??!!?Rglrjvenk

7. ❥ silent night - @eomayas

*falls face down into bed and screeches*

8. ❥ daddy!jun teasing you with a vibrator in public - @nsfwhao

OMFG DADDY JUN IS SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO JKVFBK

9. ❥ scent of you - @cheolism-archive

holy shit, i'm so red in the face?!?!?!

10. ❥ edging jun on no nut november - @hoshifighting

you can take the nnn prompt out of my bare hands

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Drabble Roulette: Making a Mess

Hey hey! This weekend I’m doing more drabble roulette. I’m still recovering and I’m feel a bit blah and foggy.

I randomised a list of characters, then I spin a wheel and write for the character beside the number. Then I spin the wheel to choose a prompt from a list.

Character: Lee Bodecker

Warnings: this drabble includes noncon, age gap, power dynamic, biting, and blood. Please mind these warnings and take care.

Prompt: Wiping off droplets of your blood from the floor, knowing he hates the mess.(source)

Explicit, 18+. Please reblog and leave some feedback.

The scent of sweat stains your nostrils. Your breath scours your throat as it rises in shallow waves in time with the melding of flesh. The heavy body behind you keeps you bent, your stomach against the hood as the steady slap tempos in the sweltering air. A futile breeze drifts in below the garage door and swirls around your ankles. 

The sheriff’s grunts tickle the shell of your ear. You curl your fingers along the top of the hood, just next to the wipe. You moan with each sharp snap of his hips. The force of his thrusts have your toes slipping on the cracked concrete. 

He snarls and drags his mouth along your skin, a string of saliva sticking behind your jaw. He nuzzles against your neck. 

“That’s it, honey,” he growls. “You take me good, don’t ya?” He slips his hand under your hip and pushes until you arch your back.  

Your sweat stains your rumpled skirt and the blouse across your back. His own seeps through as he works himself to a flurry. You put your hand over his and whine. 

“Now hush, baby girl, don’t you be making a show of it,” he rasps, pumping so your calves hit the bumper. “I knew you were a good girl, huh? Only good girls have such a nice... kitty. The way it’s purrin’ for me.” 

You close your eyes and press your cheek to the hood. Your fingers hook tighter under the metal. You suffocate in the storm of his intrusion, mind racing with the suddenness of it all.  

You just came out with a glass of sweet tea. That’s just good manners. Then he had you in his lap, playing around like he always does. Then you felt something strange. Then the tea was all over the floor... 

“I think about you... when I’m out there... on patrol.” He grits. 

You groan and brace yourself as he ruts harder. Your walls are on fire. Your eyes too. The tears burn but refuse to fall. This isn’t what you saw the first time being like. To you it was all a mystery. In your head, it was never him. 

“And when I see ya through the window. In them pretty dresses.” 

He grunts and brushes his nose along your shoulder. He peels your blouse down your shoulder as a button pops free. He growls and sinks his teeth in. His pace turns furious. 

The jingle of his buckle, the bite of it against your flesh, the rocking of the axle, you’re certain it’s loud enough to draw some nosy neighbour. What will they think? What will they say? What if your daddy sees? 

He pinches with his teeth and you whine. He snakes his hand up and covers your mouth. It smells oddly. Like you. You close your eyes as he bites deeper. You feel the skin break and something else. 

The sheriff sputters like the car engine he’s been working on. He twitches and rams into you deep. As he slides out, you feel a slickness that wasn’t there before. He pumps the warm flow in and out of you, thrusting until it leaks out and coats your swollen cunt. 

He stills and sighs. He stays over you for a moment. He kisses the mark he left on your shoulder and pets your hair. He grunts as he drags himself out of you. The sudden emptiness makes your thighs shake and your stomach collapse. 

You cling to the hood to keep from sliding off. He spreads his hand across your rear and kneads. He gives it a tap then pulls down your skirt. The fabric sticks to the mess dripping down your thighs. 

“Stand up, pretty one.” He steps back and his belt clinks. 

You lift yourself slowly. You quiver and stumble, your legs unsteady like a newly born calf. You catch yourself against the workbench. You touch the throbbing spot above your shoulder. Your blood smears beneath your fingertips. 

You grab a rag from the pile, careless for the oil that stains it, and stem the beading droplets. You face the sheriff and he tuts. 

“You walking around with your brassiere out,” he clucks. 

You look down and shakily fix it. The button dangles from the thread but is still intact. You hook it as best you can. 

“You be sure to clean up that mess before you head inside,” he tucks his shirt in and cracks his neck. “I like a woman that keeps herself pretty.” 

You nod senselessly and shuffle towards the door. He goes to the bigger one and slides it open. You wondered when you came out, why he kept it shut. He usually keeps it up until your daddy gets home. 

“And don’t let no one see that,” he calls after you as turn the handle on the door. “Someone might get the wrong idea about a nice girl like you.” 

“Yes, sheriff,” you rasp and push out into the yard.  

The door closes gently behind you and you limp towards the house. Your thighs brush together and you whimper. The steps are task as you cling to the wobbly railing and clutch your stomach. 

You take a breath and make yourself stand straight. You can’t let on. No one can ever find out. You just got to go inside and forget it. Pretend that it never happened. Pray that it doesn’t again. 

[httpsserene]

I already submitted a request for your #3kvdaycelly but I just saw that you have a hurt/comfort prompt list and man I LOVE some hurt/comfort so could I request the prompt "Can you wait until I fall asleep before leaving?" "I'm not leaving you alone when you're like this." for op81 ? thanks!!

🛞  tread’s uneven: time for a tire rotation! — send me a driver and a prompt from this list of pre-relationship prompts, or these established relationship prompts, or these hurt/comfort prompts, and i’ll write a blurb or drabble for you xxx (prompt lists are made by me!)

༊࿐ ⊹ ˚. the last osc request! y'all were craving him in february LOL can't blame u though, that's my man too ;ppp let's use this to send him luck in suzuka !!! happy 3k 🩷 my love !

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#𝟏𝟖. "can you wait until I fall asleep before leaving?" "I'm not leaving you alone when you're like this." fem!black!reader x oscar piastri.

oscar is a formula one driver. his most terrifying life experiences happen when he’s driving at over 300 kph.

he didn’t think anything off-track would ever invoke the same near-death feeling that driving in dangerous conditions does. but, the scariest thing that’s happened to him in his twenty-three years of life is receiving a call from the hospital because he’s listed as your emergency contact.

oscar has the money to pay the speeding tickets he’s surely accumulated on his way, and he’s anxiously pacing around the ER as the nurses check if you’re allowed visitors. he nearly breaks down when they tell him that you’ve been assigned a room to stay, because that means you’re not okay like he was begging for you to be. 

as he’s escorted to your room, the nurse tells him that you’re not in a critical condition, but he will only believe that when he sees you with his own eyes.

oscar bursts into your room and a relieved sigh rushes from his lungs when he sees you sitting in the bed, aware, awake, and speaking. your right arm is in a sling, there’s a bandage resting over your eyebrow, a nurse is wiping blood from your hairline and you’re wearing…sunglasses?

“what happened?” 0scar asks, stopping himself from running to your side and disturbing the care you're being provided with.

you whimper slightly, “o-oscar?” 

the nurse tells him that it’s okay for him to come closer, and he’s quick to step to the bedside and reassure that he’s here, that you’re going to be okay.

“firstly, sir,” the nurse begins, an older woman with a comforting aura, “she’s a little banged up, but it’s nothing too serious. we’re only having her stay overnight to monitor her concussion.”

oscar balks. “alright—concussion? why does she have a concussion? darling, what happened?”

you wince as the nurse presses too roughly on a sensitive part of your scalp, and completely unlike himself, oscar nearly barks at her to be more careful.

“my friends and i were leaving the restaurant,” you sniffle, “and we were in an uber to the nightclub when somebody crashed into our car. i-i don’t really remember it, but the girls stayed behind at the accident to talk with the officers, i’m the only one here, i think.”

oscar’s next breath shudders out of his chest and he tenderly presses a kiss to your uninjured arm, “i’m driving you everywhere from now on, yeah? no more uber’s, or carpooling with your friends—just me. i don’t care if it’s the middle of the night or a ten-hour drive, i’m doing it.”

you slowly speak, “it wasn’t our driver’s fault. i know that much.”

the nurse cuts in, “her inability to recall the accident is why we’re being extra cautious; the memory loss is a symptom of a grade-two concussion, but she hasn’t had any nausea—she’s in shock and pain. her elbow was dislocated, which is why that arm is in a sling and she has a few surface-level scrapes and cuts. the pain medication the doctor ordered should be coming down here soon, and you’re welcome to stay overnight with her, if you’d like?”

“can you stay?” oscar’s confused as to why you’re even asking, like he’d really leave and return to your shared flat alone while you’re bruised and aching in a hospital bed. he wonders if this is confusion from the moderate concussion.

“c-can you wait with me until i fall asleep? i know you have to leave for the—for the weekend.” oscar’s deflates with the realization that you’re concerned about him missing a race because of your accident. his voice leaves no room for argument, but it remains warm, “i’m not leaving you alone when you’re like this. i don’t think it’d be safe for me to race when i can’t think about anything other than if you’re okay.”

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[randomshyperson]

Saw your drabble list challenge thingie, here's my request, absolutely no pressure or whatsoever though.

Wanda + hugs + no. 24

Your writing makes me so giddy and warm, like a school girl kicking her legs while reading dork diaries.

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

prompt: hugging with height difference | warnings: none. |

challenge masterlist | general masterlist

The team had thrown a big party to celebrate your return.

Wanda was feeling a bit out of the loop. Of course, she was relieved and genuinely happy that you were back, safe, and with little more than a few scratches on your face. But the setting, a room full of Avengers and anyone else Tony Stark could get at such short notice, wasn't exactly her scene.

Besides, Wanda barely had time to see you. Your sudden arrival at the compound was as quick as your departure - Shield had a lot of questions about your last mission. And the brief wave and a whisper of "see you later" was the only greeting Wanda received.

She forced herself to go to the party - Out of consideration for you and also because the Black Widow had politely persuaded her to attend.

But going didn't mean participating, and Wanda spent most of the night hiding in the bar while you told people all about your adventures in space with Captain Danvers and the God of Thunder - the latter seemed quite happy to have the attention stolen since he could focus on his fiancée Jane, instead of fawning guests.

Wanda hadn't seen Carol since she arrived, and she wished you had been as quick as the captain in escaping the guests.

Her patience grew thin as the night went on. In fact, Wanda could have stopped pouting at any moment and gone to greet you (Natasha's words, not hers) but she ended up being overcome by introversion, and the pain in her feet from the heels she chose, so just before they cut your cake - a birthday lost due to your time out of the planet - she sneaked out.

She could talk to you tomorrow. Or any other day, when she no longer has that nervous feeling in the pit of her stomach every time she imagines herself under your attention, talking directly to you, or being alone in your presence.

The path to the room is lonely since that side of the compound is empty due to the party. She holds her heels in her right hand but almost drops them on the floor when the elevator at the other end of the hallway opens, and you stumble out, breathless as if you were running to catch up with it.

"Hey, Wanda!" Your face lights up with a mix of happiness and relief, having managed to find her, so close to her bedroom door. She shifted her weight between her feet, smiling awkwardly. You tried to seem less flustered. "I can't believe you ran away from my party."

Wanda only realized how much she missed having you torment her when you did it again. She felt a lump form in her throat, surprising herself with the sudden urge to cry. You sighed immediately, as affected to see her again as she was.

"Sorry." She murmurs hoarsely. “Parties aren’t really my thing.”

“I know.” You give her a small smile, and Wanda bites the inside of her cheek as she notices your footsteps toward her. “I guess I’m the one who should apologize. For not coming to talk to you sooner.”

She shakes her head. “You seemed busy.”

“Busy for my best friend? Never.” You assure her, earning a tearful laugh from her. Wanda isn’t surprised when your hands find her cheeks, wiping away the tears she hadn’t even realized she’d let fall. It was the first thing you did for her so long ago, back in a cell in Sokovia when you first met her, and something you’ve done ever since whenever she thinks of Pietro. You frown, worried about her tears, and Wanda sniffs softly, trying to control her emotions. “Did I say something wrong?”

She brings her free hand to your left wrist, massaging your skin with her thumb, while your hands linger on her cheeks, caressing the damp skin. “It’s just… so good to see you again.” She confesses, smiling through her tears. "You took a while." 

"The longest months of my life, believe me." You comment, offering her a small smile. There's a quick exchange of glances between you. Wanda thinks she imagines your eyes falling to her lips before you sigh and look at her with such affection that she feels her heart swell. "Come here, Wands."

She doesn't need to be told twice. It's not the first time she's hugged you, but it's only the third. The first time, you carried her in your arms away from a fallen city, and Wanda let her arms wrap around your neck. She couldn't even tell if it could be considered a hug, but it meant the world to her. The second, the first real hug, was on impulse after long training sessions in the tower and you were on enough adrenaline to forget about your super strength. Wanda complained softly, and you never hugged her again after a series of apologies.

But tonight, you wrapped your arms around her. Gentle at first, then as tight as you could. Wanda let her heels slide to the floor, her hands moving up to your back. The height difference between her and a Kryptonian was considerable, but it only made everything more perfect. She didn’t think much, just buried her face against your chest, inhaling deeply and letting her body relax into your hold.

Your fingers wrapped around her hair, massaging her scalp and running through the strands as she felt the heat from her cheeks spread throughout her body. She could no longer tell if it was emanating from you or her.

"I really missed you, witchy." 

She nodded softly at your words, her heart racing in her chest. She realized at that moment that there was no way to put into words the feeling that your absence caused her. She sighed, tightening the hug a little. You seemed to understand exactly what she meant.

[nhmkhnh]

#SPECIAL EVENT ──── LOVE AND LUST.

(the layout is ugly please forgive me.)

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ rules.

first of all: mdni and men dni since this space contains nsfw and wlw content only.

hello my beloveds~ sooo i decided to make life harder for myself and open an event hehe. rules are simple: pick 1 to 3 prompts and one character (from the list of characters i write for (or you can look at the hastags under!), make sure to read the rules before sending anything in!) i’ll reply with either a short drabble or a long fic, depending on what i can manage to write. ♡

all the prompts were personally compiled by me through lots of references, inspiration from here and there, and a bit of personal experience too, so some similarities may occur, thanks for understanding!

prompts are below the cut, and yes, they’re all nsfw!

“get on the bed. i’m not gonna ask twice.”

“open your mouth for me, pretty.”

“you make the dumbest faces when you’re about to cum.”

“you're lucky i love ruining you.”

“who told you you could touch yourself without me?”

“i said stay still.”

“hands behind your back, baby. let me play.”

“look at that. all wet for me and i haven’t even touched you yet.”

“you’re mine. say it.”

“louder.”

“aw, baby, can’t take it? that’s too bad.”

“you begged for this. don’t act shy now.”

“let me hear that cute little whimper again.”

“i’ll stop if you don’t behave. is that what you want?”

“good girl. such a good little slut for me.”

“don’t move. you’re going to take everything i give you.”

“why are you hiding your face? i wanna see you fall apart.”

“touch yourself while i watch.”

“messy girls like you don’t deserve mercy.”

“on your knees, sweetheart. that’s where you belong.”

“use your words, baby. or i’ll make you beg properly.”

“don’t look at anyone else like that ever again.”

“you act like a brat just to get me to fuck it out of you, huh?”

“oh, you’re shaking already?”

“swallow it. all of it.”

“what was that? you had something to say, baby?”

“keep moaning like that and i’m never stopping.”

“look how needy you get for me.”

“you're gonna take one more for me, yeah? be a good girl.”

“that’s right. cry on my fingers.”

“tell me who owns you.”

“you like being used this way, don’t you?”

“you’re so fuckin’ pretty when you’re ruined.”

“mmm. can’t even speak? that’s how i like you.”

“such a slut for my voice, aren’t you?”

“this is mine—every inch of you.”

“want my hand around your throat while you ride me?”

“don’t you dare cum yet.”

“keep crying. it’s turning me on.”

“you’re not done. i’m not done.”

“think i’ll let you cum just because you’re cute?”

“what a good little mess you’ve become.”

“my strap’s still in you. stay like that.”

“you were made for me. don’t deny it.”

“keep those legs open, or i’ll tie them.”

“i love how desperate you get for me.”

“don’t act like you don’t want this.”

“didn’t i tell you to keep your hands to yourself?”

“let’s see how many times i can make you cum tonight.”

“fuck. you sound so good when you whine like that.”

“i should punish you more often.”

“you wanted to be treated like this, didn’t you?”

“come sit on mommy’s lap.”

“say ‘thank you’ for making you cum.”

“you smell like sex and mine.”

“you’re not leaving this bed until i say so.”

“your body belongs to me. always.”

“use that mouth for something useful.”

“i can feel how badly you want me.”

“dripping already? you’re so easy.”

“you really think i’d let anyone else see you like this?”

“on all fours. now.”

“if you cum before i tell you, i’ll edge you for hours.”

“spread those pretty thighs for me.”

“you taste like sin and i’m starving.”

“lick your mess off my fingers.”

“you really wanna be my good girl, huh?”

“let’s see how long you last tonight.”

“use your words or i’ll use your body.”

“i’m not going to stop until you forget your own name.”

“can’t believe you’re this wet for me.”

“hands on the wall, sweetheart. legs apart.”

“you’re not walking tomorrow, baby.”

“i bet your pussy’s throbbing just from hearing my voice.”

“i’ll ruin you so good you’ll forget your ex’s name.”

“keep still or i’ll tie your pretty little wrists.”

“say ‘please’ like you mean it.”

“no touching. you cum when i say.”

“i like you like this—needy and shaking under me.”

“god, you sound so good when you beg.”

“you like it when i’m rough, don’t you?”

“what did i say about disobeying me?”

“if you can’t behave, i’ll treat you like a toy.”

“moan louder. i want the neighbors to know who you belong to.”

“you were so confident earlier. what happened now, baby?”

“oh, you love when i talk dirty to you, huh?”

“wipe that smug look off your face or i will.”

“you’re gonna take all of it, understand?”

“i want to see you fall apart for me.”

“how do you want it tonight—soft or ruined?”

“say my name while you cum.”

“beg for it.”

“put your pretty ass to use.”

“try to stay quiet. i dare you.”

“let me see how much more you can take.”

“you’re nothing but my cute little toy, aren’t you?”

“so obedient when you’re dripping for me.”

“you’ll cum when i let you.”

“i don’t fuck girls—i own them.”

“look at you, ruined and mine. exactly how i like you.”

[evertidings]

As many of you know, When Twilight Strikes is coming up on its anniversary. I like to celebrate the event on the day I posted my intro post, rather than the day the first demo came out, purely because it feels like that was the day the concept of WTS was birthed into the world. Which means on February 24th, this project will officially turn 4 years old!! Crazy.

To celebrate, I toyed with the idea of releasing extra stories as I've done before, but I didn't want to be put off track of Chapter 12 again, so, instead, I'll be hosting an artist event where you can post your creations to be entered to win some prizes!!

RULES

Limit two entries per user. Winners will be decided in a draw.

The entry must fall under one of the prompts listed.

The entry must be tagged under #WTS4Year.

All forms of art count, including (but not limited to) drawings, paintings, comic strips, fanfics, music creations and more. Feel free to message me for clarification!

PROMPTS

CHAPTER: Give your version or interpretation of an existing scene. For example, portray meeting Mirai from Chapter 7 in a visual form or from another character's POV.

FRIENDSHIP: Display the friendship between your hunter and one or more ROs, canon or non-canonical. It could be a comedic approach or something more heartwarming.

ROMANCE: Depict a romance between your hunter and an RO. You could show a domestic scene further into the relationship or your interpretation of how they'll get together.

FREEFORM: If none of the prompts speak to you, feel free to come up with something else <3

PRIZES

1st Place (1 Winner): A personalized drabble with an RO of your choice + a 1-month subscription to the highest tier on my Patreon*

2nd Place (2 Winners): A 1-month subscription to the highest tier on my Patreon*

3rd Place (2 Winners): A 1-month subscription to the second highest tier on my Patreon*

*If the winner is already subscribed, an alternative prize can be discussed.

I look forward to seeing all your creations! Thank you for all your support throughout the years. I'm so incredibly grateful for everything and what this story has become. Talk to you soon <3