#misc: drabble

[lockwood-fic-recs]

my favourite kind of fever

by anything_thats_rock_and_roll on ao3

Rating: G | Category: Multi | Relationship: Lockwood/Lucy/George

Lucy has been trying to ignore it – they’ve all been trying to ignore it – but it’s beyond a losing battle. The truth is rapidly becoming undeniable: this bed is too fucking small for three people.

[acid-ixx]

— related post !

asking this for my future monster/eldritch reader x romantic! yandere batfam— but what kind of monster do y'all want them to be? and what kind of abilities/skills/powers do you want them to have?

and don't worry about making it as freaky, as degenerate as you all like.

should you have an acid tongue that burns easily through a human's skin? tendrils for hair? pores around your body that releases some sort of toxins, including aphrodisiacs? what type of creature? something never seen before?

'cause i'm sure that an unknown entity discovered recently in gotham, a mystery, a monster that carries an unknown yet compelling allure would sure capture their attention. makes them want to dissect you up close yet at the same time, tempts them to personally cop a feel for your alien-like limbs— maybe even have those tendrils close around their throats as a warning that you're still the one in control here.

(basically, monsterfucking at its finest)

[rafesangelita]

really really loved the john b drabble, it’s like ur in my brain xoxo — but i wanna know what ur readers got for xmas!! hope u had a good one <3

: 🧸

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 bambi!reader:

a hefty barnes & nobles giftcard, calico critter sets, a fawn patterned throw blanket, lace lingerie tops, brown mascara, rilakkuma blind boxes (bakery keychains), a handmade dollhouse for her little trinkets to live in, and an apple pencil so she could start sketching on her ipad

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 sheep!reader:

babydoll dresses + stockings and frilly socks, vintage barbie dolls, poodle figurines for her vanity, vinyls for her record player, old beauty magazines, hair rollers, ‘marie antoinette’ on dvd so she can watch it whenever she wants, rose scented candles, and some yarn for crocheting

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 latina!kook!reader:

lots of chunky jewelry, cruise tickets, some embellished dresses she’s had her eyes on, lace-up floral heels, shimmery eyeshadow palette, a pair of sunglasses, some stuff from kali uchis’s ‘homebody’ line, bikini sets for weekssss, and pink tory burch sandals

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 bitchy!kook!reader:

chrome hearts wallet (in both pink and black), dior heels, black chanel bag, customized chain, black fur coat, leopard print undies + bra, some wildflower phone cases, black silk pj’s, dior lippies, she definitely got some makeup pr, fancy furniture (she spoils herself too ofc)

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 bitchy!pogue!reader:

she’s been begging so she finally gets a pole installed in her room, bedazzled platform heels, playboy bunny necklace + matching bracelet and anklet, juicy couture baby tees, victoria’s secrets sparkly lipgloss, glittery makeup bag, fuzzy slippers, pink rolling papers and a little something something from dealer!rafe

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 kook!sweetheart!reader:

lots of scrapbooking material, pink ugg boots, new hair curler + flat iron, chanel hair accessories, new digital camera, vintage chanel heels, her favorite foreign chocolates, swarvoski rings, new bed sheet set + comforters, dainty tea cup set, a few skirts, bath bombs and shower gels

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 farmer’s!daughter!reader:

a new hat, boots with flowers embroidered on the sides, bootcut jeans, a belt buckle to add to her collection, an old doll that she thought she lost, pig plushie, baby chickies, quilted blanket that was made just for her, cherry chapstick + red nail polish, and a new lana del rey vinyl

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 pogue!sweetheart!reader:

a new mixing machine, cutesy cookware + more baking dishes, customized apron, cupcake stickers, some added upgrades to her bakery, two new pairs of kitten heels, a charm bracelet full of goodies, pink lingerie sets, decoden picture frame, and some customized press on nails since she can’t wear long nails consistently

[misc-obeyme]

You were so unexpected. He knew that you were yet another task that Lucifer was pushing off on him for the sake of Lord Diavolo. Only another instance of being used, of being relied on, of being given the job no one else wanted to do.

It was difficult at first. A great demon like him had better things to do than babysit a fragile human like you. But time passed. Things changed. You changed and he changed and everyone else changed, too.

And then one day Mammon looked at you and saw his entire world.

He saw his sun in your eyes and his moon in your smile. His sky in the soft expanse of your skin. His roots in your fingers slotted perfectly with his. Time and tide and thunder and lightning, every part of him and every part of you - it was his everything.

It almost hurt to say it out loud. To admit to this vulnerability. His greatest weakness. It was always you. It would always be you. And in darkness, when you couldn't quite see him, he found he was desperate to whisper his truth into you. Pressing his face against your hair or your neck, his arms around you, feeling your heartbeat thudding against his. When he could just exist there, in the only place he ever felt like he truly belonged.

The Celestial Realm didn't want him. And the Devildom was only home because no place else could be.

Until you.

You saw him for who he was. A demon, a former angel, but more than any of that, you saw a brother, a friend, a lover. You saw the part of him that wanted to have fun, pulling pranks on Lucifer and going out clubbing with Asmo. You saw the part of him that wanted to protect, threatening Levi's bullies and taking the blame for Belphie. You saw the part of him that kept things normal for his family, teasing Satan and gifting things to Beel. And more than anything, you saw him when he was open and raw - when he didn't hide himself behind too much bluster, when he admitted how much his brothers meant to him. How much he loved you.

And maybe it was a little bit dangerous. Mammon knew that when it came to you, it would take so little. That in an instant he could become a demon whose power and rage cracked through the very fabric of existence. The kind of demon he never felt the need to be, the full potential that he let pass by in favor of keeping the peace. It would be nothing if it meant keeping you safe.

Pact or no pact, Mammon knew the truth. And deep down, he was sure you knew it, too.

That Mammon would let that power off its leash and bathe the world in blood, only for you.

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

[yameoto]

The first thing I think of when I see this is broke ex patrick zweig

broke ex!patrick whose good morning text is simply a venmo request. broke ex!patrick who calls you pissdrunk to pick him up from bars so you can foot the bill. broke ex!patrick whose sending u 32 voicemails at 4am that u don’t even open. because he’s done this before and you didn’t get the sound of his filthy pants n the sloppy sound of his dick slapping against some other girls mouth out of your head, in his vain attempts to get u jealous. one new voicemail for each new girl. calling them the names he used to call you “pretty fuckin’ princess” “y’so good. so much better—“ and the second last one is punctuated by the sound of her sputtering, choking, gagging (she doesn’t take it as well as you). n he’s cursing and grunting and then he moans your name as he comes. guttural and ripping deep from his chest, completely unmistakable; and the next voicemail is the girl jerking back. spitting his dick out of her mouth n slapping him across the face. broke ex!patrick sending u a slew of more voicemails after that that’s just him jerking himself off n being like “fuck baby i miss your tight lil pussy so bad.” “m’sorry ‘m’sorry. i’ll pay you back next time. swear. pay you back with this fat fucking cock if you just—“

[akbrain]

--------------- MASTERLIST ---------------

The Beginning Of The End (The Three Sisters X Reader/Fungal Madness AU-Inspired Drabble)

WHAT IF... The Three Sisters see you on the ground sleeping and mildly shivering after looking at the night sky?

How would The Three Sisters would react to us (the reader) coming back home all bruised because some old bully attacked them? (Asked by @berrychococookie143)

There was a big competition and the girls were waiting outside as their master told them to wait there, then out of nowhere, the big TV show them us (the reader) fighting against an adverser and won proudly!! How would they react?? (Asked by @berrychococookie143)

WHAT IF... The Three Sisters see you being bullied/being made uncomfortable by some random cookie to the point where you can't just bottle up your emotions any longer and begin to cry?

Pudding á la Mode Cookie VS. Yamcha (Asked by @ayudameembargaronlacasacfff)

Sleepover With The Three Sisters! (Asked by @sugarfulwitch)

How would The Three Sisters feel if they got a new sibling? (Asked By Anonymous)

Sweet Picnic! (Image Created by @revivedredeemermareu On Cookie Run Comic Studio)

THE GRAND PROPOSAL: Poly! Choco Drizzle Cookie & Green Tea Mousse Cookie X Reader feat. Pudding á la Mode Cookie (Asked by @berrychococookie143)

WHAT IF... Pudding á la Mode Cookie and her sisters caused The Genocide Of The Saiyans?

The Three Sisters X The Chocola Sisters! (Asked by @glitchy1938)

FAREWELL! THE NOBLE SACRIFICE: The Three Sisters X Reader

SAIYAN ATTACK! THE GRAND COOKIE GAMES SPIRIT BOMB: The Three Sisters X Saiyan! Reader

ULTRAKILL Coin Beam Ricochet & Plasma Cannon (Asked by @applejuice-cookie)

Jaded Y/N's Eye Scar: Pudding á la Mode Cookie X Reader (Created by @goldendastuff)

Y/N COOKIE'S POTENTIAL UNLEASHED! THE WRATH OF UNARMED POWER: The Three Sisters X Reader (Asked by @applejuice-cookie)

IN THE NAME OF VEGENANCE! AVENGING PALM COOKIE: The Three Sisters X Saiyan! Reader feat. Burning Spice Cookie

How The Three Sisters Feel About Jaded Y/N Never Talking About Their Past? (Asked by @goldendastuff)

WHAT IF... Jaded Y/N begins thinking about their past and then begins crying in front of The Three Sisters? (Created by @goldendastuff)

Pudding á la Mode Cookie VS. Boris Anderson (Caillou Gets Grounded)

WHAT IF... You remember a traumatizing moment in your life and begin to tear up in front of The Three Sisters?

Pet Name HCs For The Three Sisters

Y/N Cookie's 1000-yd. Stare: Reliving A Nightmare (Asked by @applejuice-cookie & partially inspired by Mario & Luigi: Dream Team)

ALL FOR PALM COOKIE! THE DEATH OF GOD'S WILL: The Three Sisters X Saiyan! Reader VS. Burning Spice Cookie: PART 1

ALL FOR PALM COOKIE! THE DEATH OF GOD'S WILL: The Three Sisters X Saiyan! Reader VS. Burning Spice Cookie: PART 2

ALL FOR PALM COOKIE! THE DEATH OF GOD'S WILL: The Three Sisters X Saiyan! Reader VS. Burning Spice Cookie: PART 3

ALL FOR PALM COOKIE! THE DEATH OF GOD'S WILL: The Three Sisters X Saiyan! Reader VS. Burning Spice Cookie PART 4

For Green Tea Mousse Cookie and Choco Drizzle Cookie, where would they take their crush/partner on a date? (Asked by Anonymous)

Kissing Headcanons For Choco Drizzle Cookie & Green Tea Mousse Cookie! (Asked by @maxito222)

The Greatest Sleepover w/ The Three Sisters, Sweet Bleu Chocola Cookie, Red Chocola Cookie, & Jaded Y/N (Created In Collaboration With @berrychococookie143, @glitchy1938, & @goldendastuff)

What if The Three Sisters had a Cat Cookie S/O? (Asked by @tr4ffic-c0ne)

How clingy would you say each of the Sisters are? (Asked by @mintchocolatemagic)

The Three Sisters Hug/Cuddle Headcanons

Now I wonder... What would be the best gift that we (Y/N cookie) could give to each one of the 3 sisters? (Asked by @maxito222)

Pudding á la Mode Cookie VS. SSJG Shallot

WHAT IF... Shadow Milk Cookie was charged for his crimes?

"Can I be free?": Pavlova Cookie + Reader Reverse Hurt/Comfort

Pavlova Cookie (Adult) & Eternal Sugar Cookie Hurt/Comfort

IT'S OK, PALM COOKIE! THE POWER OF LOVE AND AFFECTION: The Three Sisters X Reader VS Capsaicin Cookie (COMING SOON)

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[fairycourts]

MORE IMPORTANTLY, HAPPY MERMAY!!!!! Do any of you have mermaid themed fics/selfship aus/art planned for the month??

[solacefish]

I love you people in my ask box. I promise I'm not ignoring you, some of you gave me ideas I really wanna turn into drabbles / fics - so as a result, i have not answered them yet ... know that I see you ! I love you !

[tartagliove]

it’s Sunday yippeee! I hope you’ve all will have a wonderful day! let me know if you’re going to eat something yummy today hehe. it’s going to snow where I am so I hope you all are staying warm and are safe if you must go outside!

[comatosebunny09]

“—like you to be my first, if that’s cool with you,” with your hand, shy yet reassuring, against the bulk of his thigh. Those pretty little lashes shutter, and you anxiously bite your lips.

Of course, he wants to take you. Leave you wide open and keening, trained only to the feel of him. But you’re his best friend’s little sister. Remembers when you were bright-eyed with a mouth full of metal. When you were all awkward juts of bone with glasses taking up half your face. He only agreed to take you in so your brother—his brother, though not by blood—could tie up some loose ends at home.

And it’s rough for Leon because you’re not that preteen anymore. Not fighting to fill your skin. Not bushy-tailed and innocent like he left you all those years back when he abandoned your sleepy town in pursuit of the big city. You’re a woman now. Know your way around any social setting, boasting that smile that brings every man to their fucking knees. Fleshed out and thick and smelling so fucking delicious, and—

God dammit!

You blink like a doe caught in headlights at the frustrated sound which leaves Leon’s throat; when he buries his face in the couch cushion, screaming bloody murder, the fabric swallowing it whole.

“L-Leon?” you caution, fingers twitching in the space above his shoulder. A comically large sweat drop beads on your temple. “Y-you could always say no, if you don’t wanna.” Your voice is placating. High and light, but he tastes the dejection swimming in its undercurrents. Feels the guilt puddling in his belly. He sinks his teeth into the pillow, another growl burbling from his throat.

How could he possibly say no to you?

[violetmuses]

Requested! 💌

Original Ask 💌

@yassbishimvintage @thomasrunner @planetblaque 🏷

“What was the question?” Aaron struggled to pay attention and you laughed out loud during this interview.

Playfully nudging his arm, you pulled together and finished that broadcast, saying goodbye as expected.

Despite shortcomings, you're thankful just to marry this absolute sweetheart.

[misc-obeyme]

When Beelzebub fell, an emptiness ripped itself open inside of him. A vast chasm in his soul where his sister, his home, and his understanding of the world once was. When all he knew was torn from him, when his brothers were all he had, he felt like he had become nothing.

His sin manifested because he was trying so desperately to fill that space. His hunger is insatiable because no matter how much he eats, something is always missing.

Beel can’t replace what was taken from him. He knows this, but he can’t help trying. And the loss itself becomes that hunger - his body supplying him with a need to keep him going.

It starts to change when Beel gives you some of his food for the first time. It surprises him, that he would willingly hand over the one thing that’s meant to make him feel less empty.

It takes a few times, but Beel can feel it and he realizes. He gives you his food because you make him feel full.

Your smile fills the cold abyss inside him with a warmth that he knows has always belonged to him. A cozy heat that had gone out the day he fell, reignited by the love he feels when he holds you. He wants to listen to your heart beating so the sound can replace the craving. His fingers twitch to brush against your skin rather than to find the nearest snack.

Beel will always be hungry. He knows he can never fully repair that piece of him that he lost. But when he’s with you, the ache lessens. When you say his name, the hunger subsides just enough. Enough for Beel to remember who he is, who he wants to be - a beacon of warmth for you, for his family, and for himself.

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

[yameoto]

Cate is so puppy coded i need her

she’s just a pathetic wet needy puppy. she’s so touch starved bc she’s never been able to so much as hold hands with someone all her life so the second you so much as cup her cheek she’s all over you. leaping into your lap and nuzzling into your face like a dumb little dog. kissing u all over the neck and dragging her teeth along your skin and resisting the urge to bite down bc she’s so afraid you’re gonna shove her off but she wants to so badly all she can do is whine. she’s too afraid to speak lest she accidentally compels you to do something you don’t want to do but you’re going “c’mon, use your words like a big girl.” and all she can do is huff and whimper and pant uselessly. pawing at your clothes and shaking her head with her big tear-filled eyes because she can’t use her words and you know it. “aw, you’re not a girl at all, are you?” and her doleful, mournful whine because she’s not. she’s just a pathetic needy puppy who wants to eat you alive.

[mournmage]

Something not so angst ridden for once

[tartagliove]

good morning you must gaze upon farmer boy!ajax

[fatewoven]

It starts, as ever, with hunger.

The world responds with a heavy silence as his figure remains motionless beneath the Ossuary's unforgiving reveal; the taut pull of muscle, an adjustment of his stance, arms at the ready despite the lack of visible weaponry. He's a collection on a child's shelf, prodded at with sharp, biting things for the sake of cruel curiosity; observed behind magic thick as laminated glass like an insect caught on a hot summer's day. An awful discovery to unearth mortality in such a sunless place, the hours nonexistent, days foregone — lost to the slow drip of salt water throughout the prison as he's fed things worse than bile and any poison.

His stomach didn't even have the strength to reject it anymore.

Distraction comes in the form of a memory, viewed from younger eyes: Illario raising a jar above their heads as the sun's rays refract on the walls of his room. His cousin could stare at scorpions, moths, grasshoppers, and spiders for hours. Watch them feed. Watch them die over the weeks, keeping the ones frozen in their death curls for days longer. A strange way to pass the time when they could be training, but Lucanis never reviled him for the interest. Not when he looked like he wanted to cry each time they failed to survive captivity. "Female spiders eat the males after mating, Lucanis. I can't decide whether that's tragic or not."

"Referring to yourself and Maria after she yelled at you in the streets, are you? You'll live yet to find another one to warm your bed."

And how Illario's face twisted with rage! (How much his cousin resented their differences, the stark chasm that he cannot yet cross to catch up to the favored Dellamorte. A pity Lucanis never saw it as a young man, never addressed it with the gravity needed. Never offered comfort they both wished for.)

Not back. There.

His heart seizes. Then restarts with after an aborted stutter.

A ghost of tenderness skims over features still too gaunt. Still too pale after months of drowning. Lucanis opens his eyes — and hears not the constant, weary churning of the sea. The wind picks up here, surrounding the secluded area from three cardinal directions. Neither cold nor hot, but a mix of perpetual spring-autumn tides as he takes stock of his, their, surroundings. Spite?

You were going back. Again. Pressed close, always close and deeper than skin, the spirit's timbre rumbles down his nerves, and Lucanis tilts his head back against cool stone. They're somewhere up high, he realizes as Spite frets about, this steel-smoke besotted spirit who cares too much to relent for even a moment. Too stubborn, just like him. Obstinate as it is loyal. The breadth of the Fade stretches in a dizzying landscape, one devoid of an end to the horizon as he looks around from the top of the building to find equilibrium — the kitchen hall. Safe at the Lighthouse, at least.

Too tired to argue, let alone disagree with its bitter-bitten observation, Lucanis lets the demon curl closer, the twilight hues of its outline merging with his in a facsimile of what could be described as an embrace. "A dream, nothing more." Can't keep every dream. At bay. Stop dwelling already. Within the Fade, his personal demon feels more solid; he wills it to be more solid, trusting in it to maintain this mutually beneficial arrangement with murmured praises. Spite, feathers ruffled, expression set in such a way Lucanis wouldn't be able to recognize it in a mirror, sighs and rests its head on his sternum. His hand, torn to the bone by serrated knives and mended countless times over, hovers between those outstretched wings. The not-feathers require no preening, but he goes through the meditative motions anyway; a balm to both their senses.

"If you say so." Such a demanding creature, his determination! Lucanis entertains it if only because it's simple, harmless fun. A far cry from the violence they hatched from, forced to share a rather rotten existence. Quicker than a blink, Spite's face materializes in front of his own. It leans in, head tilted avian-thoughtful. I demand so. And the impression of its affection is soft, this dream-woven thing, gentle and paradoxically bold, teeth and want sharp as a serrated blade. Lucanis hums into it, warm against the frown of its lips, limbs loosening — no longer curling inwards like something dying.

Crisp air. Sunlight on water. The morning after the thunderstorm.

Intense is one word for it, and the pulse matching his own echoes as a melody in the magic-tinged air. A headache lessened. A nightmare dissipated, even by a margin. It mellows the stomach-churning hunger to something much more bearable.

He shivers as claw-like fingers drag against his core, at the assumed soul every mortal must have. Mine, whispered against the skin. Spite thinks of the rotten husk of his heart as dear, and Lucanis lets it continue with its delusions. "Give me better dreams, then." The proverbial throw of the gauntlet, edged by a grin, is met with equal persistence. He laughs, and Spite echoes the sound with the flutter of its wings, always there to catch him.