#Drabble request

[ghostchems]

Hello! I hope you're having a wonderful day.

I'd like to request some jealous Copia drabble, possibly spicy?

aww man, i am having a wonderful day! mainly bc i've been workin on this, hehe. nsfw. mdni. here, have some fingering! fem reader! copia is possessive!

You don’t know what you’ve done wrong. He’s kept his distance, completely ignoring your existence for nearly half the night. Ghouls, siblings and upper clergy members mingle but you’re left on the outskirts. The party starts to die down and you make sure to stick around to help clean up in an effort to get some alone time with him. A fiery glare lands on you and you can feel it start to burn you, your cheeks reddening and your heart thudding in your chest. Unwell. You are starting to feel unwell just from his look. Copia eyes sharpen and he strides toward you, quickly hooking his hand around your arm and giving you a sharp tug. You have no choice but to trail after him, nearly tripping over your own too feet as you struggle to catch up.

“Did you think I would not see, troia?” Copia slams you against the corridor hall once you’re away from the remaining guests. The rage in his voice cuts right through you.

“What are you talking about?” You are upset, evident in your question as you rip your arm from his firm grasp. His face twists in fury, his mismatched eyes boring into yours before turning away.

“Brother Marcus. I saw you two, pompinara.” You don’t know italian but the tone of his voice makes it clear that he is insulting you.

“Marcus is an acquaintance and we were just chatting.” Ridiculous that you have to defend yourself to him. Ridiculous that he immediately jumped to the worst conclusion. Does he really think so lowly of you? Then, you remember the nature of your relationship; the secrecy, the devotion, the possession. Copia is a strict lover and you find yourself breaking rules you didn’t even know existed often. You squeak as his leather gloved hand snatches you by the chin, dazed by the speed at which he lunged for you.

“You swear?” Copia’s voice drops dangerously low, the smooth leather feels warm on your skin. You feel his other hand start to creep up your leg, his thumb brushing at the hem of your skirt. Eyelashes flutter, giving a nod as you straighten out your posture.

“I swear.” You whisper and make strong eye contact, confidence in your voice. His reaction is immediate, his expression softening and he starts to stroke your lips with a thumb. Tension dissipates even further as he presses his forehead to yours, his other hand now slipping beneath the fabric of your skirt, fingertips skirting the inside of your thigh. You part your lips and flick your tongue at the tip of his thumb. Copia gives a desperate moan and his mouth descends on you, capturing your lips in a ferocious kiss. You manage to draw a sharp gasp before he sucks the air out of you, your fingertips digging into his tight black tailcoat as you part your legs further. Two of his fingers push aside your damp underwear and he slips his middle digit inside your slick cunt. Your body shudders, a whine slipping out of your mouth and into his.

“Say you’re mine and only mine, hmm? Remind yourself of who you belong to.” Copia rasps against your lips and slips another finger inside you, curling them as he reaches your sweet spot. Your toes curl and you let out a shaking breath, your body desperate to feel him against you. He presses his chest flush into yours, trapping you against the wall as his fingers fuck into you, intently watching you.

“I-I’m yours.” You stammer, back arching off the wall and deeper into him until it’s as if his body has consumed you. “Only yours.” It’s hard to squeeze the words out, gasps and moans ripping from your throat, trying to keep your feet on the ground as his fingers mercilessly strokes your core.

“Another reminder for you, amore.” He mouths against your jaw, his hot breath making you shiver. Copia cups your cheek and guides your head so that he can see all of you. Your gaze is already hazy, half-lidded eyes getting lost in his as lightning strikes through your body. His attention is laser focused on your reaction, his lips tugging into a smug grin.

A reminder that no one could pleasure you like he can.

send me a drabble request!

[krirebr]

@stargazingfangirl18 I had to access it through my email! Seriously, @staff, you gotta let her out of jail! This is getting ridiculous.

Anyway! You will be entirely unsurprised by which one immediately sparked something, Siri. 😆 But I'll definitely be keeping the other one in my back pocket, just in case. In the meantime, I hope you like this. Thanks so much for the prompt!

Pairing: Soft!dark Curtis x f!reader

Warnings: implied kidnapping, captivity

You'd been sobbing since you woke up. Since you realized this wasn't your room. Wasn't your apartment. Since you'd felt the cuff on your ankle. You weren't sure how long you'd been awake. There wasn't a clock or a window. Nothing to give you any hints about the passage of time, or even the time of day.

The bed was comfortable and the rest of the room was well-appointed but that didn't give you any comfort. You had no idea where you were or how you'd gotten here. So you just let yourself cry.

The door on the far end of the room suddenly opened. On instinct, you cowered against the headboard of the bed. That instinct felt justified when one of the largest men you'd ever seen walked in. He sported a buzzcut and a close-cropped beard. He wore a cozy-looking knit sweater and jeans. He seemed possibly familiar, but you couldn't place him. He smiled gently at you. Then he noticed your tears and his face fell.

"Oh, sweetheart," he cooed, as he sat down on the bed and gingerly pulled you closer. When he saw that you were too scared to resist him, he put you in his lap, his back against the headboard and your head on his chest. "It's alright. You're okay. You're safe. You're okay." One hand rubbed soothing circles on your back, while the other gently carded through your hair. "Shh, it's okay, you're just fine." He kept it up as you cried yourself out.

When you were finally out of tears, you gazed up at him and chanced the question, "Who are you?"

"I'm Curtis, honey. You know me."

You looked at him carefully before it finally hit you. "The diner," you said, "you always sit in the back booth. With your beanie." He didn't say anything, just smiled at you fondly. His hand was still making circles on your back. "What-" you started, scared to actually ask the question. "Why am I here? Why can't I go?"

"Because I saw, sweetheart," he said, "how you haven't been taking care of yourself. Your sad eyes. I saw how much you need me. It's okay now, I'm going to take care of you. You're going to be ok."

You were ashamed as the tears began to fall again, but you didn't know what else to do. "Please," you said, as he put your head back on his chest, starting to coo nonsense again, "please let me go. Please don't hurt me."

"Oh honey, I'll never hurt you," he said, ignoring your first request, "as long as you're a good girl for me. You can do that, right? Yeah, I know, you'll be such a good girl. My good girl."

[gimmethatagustd]

hi!! it was my birthday yesterday so i decided to come to one of my fav author and request smth :p i was thinking a sub! jk smut where he’s not feeling well and sucks on reader’s tits for comfort ? 👀 idk if u’re comfortable with kinks, but a mommy kink would go sooo well w this 😭 thank you in advance!

antidote | jjk

You know exactly how to make your boyfriend feel better when he's feeling down, but he has his own plans.

» pairing: sub!jungkook x soft dom(f)!reader

» genre: BTS | 18+ | established relationship | pwp | fluffy smut

» wc/date: 2.3k | January 2023

» warnings: mommy kink | praise kink | nipple play | tiddies in general | jk has a tongue piercing 🫣 | jk is the babiest of baby boys but he's also a lil bit of a brat | fingering | cockwarming | unprotected vaginal sex

» notes: i'm ngl i haven't ever written something like this before, so i hope i did it justice and that it was everything you wanted! happy belated birthday, friend 😌💜🎂 i'm honored to be one of your fav authors and write this for you!! it made me really happy to see this request

» masterlist | AO3 | send me ur thots 👅

» what was jai listening to? mmh - kai

“What’s wrong, baby?” 

“Kinda sad,” Jungkook whispers. “Dunno why.” 

The two of you are cuddled in bed, Jungkook lying in between your legs to rest his head on your stomach. You’re not sure how long you’ve been there, all tangled limbs and gentle touches. 

It’s not unusual for your boyfriend to fall into moods like this. While he has always been a bit shy, sometimes feelings overwhelm him. You try to be attentive and you never force him to talk about his feelings unless he wants to. Sometimes it even makes him feel physically unwell, especially when he overworks himself. 

“Do you wanna talk about it?” You offer, just in case. 

Jungkook shakes his head. The two of you lie on the bed in silence for a few minutes, only the sound of your breathing heard in the room. Jungkook twists his fingers in the hem of your t-shirt, his knuckles occasionally brushing against your skin. 

“Need you close.” 

You almost don’t hear his whisper, but he’s so close and the rumble of his chest against your body signals that he’s talking. When you peer down, he’s avoiding your gaze. You know what he’s asking for without him having to say it; his unwillingness to remove his face from hiding behind his sleeved arm is telling. 

With a small laugh, you give in to his silent request. 

“Come here.” 

Jungkook lets out a small whimper of satisfaction as he scoots closer to you. One of his arms slips beneath you so he can press his hand against the small of your back. The placement forces you to arch your spine and you allow yourself to loosen up in his hold. It feels nice to be enveloped in the warmth of his embrace, lost in the heavy scent of his cologne that makes your nose tingle.  

The thin material of your t-shirt clings to your body, doing nothing to hide the way your nipples harden under Jungkook’s touch. Except, he hasn’t even touched you yet. Not there. 

He must not feel that bad because he’s wearing a cheeky little smirk as he brings his face to your chest. 

“It’s cold in here,” you snap with a playful roll of your eyes, already knowing what he’s thinking. “Don’t give me that look.” 

An unspoken threat you’re both all too familiar with lingers in the air.

Jungkook’s lips pucker into an innocent, albeit exaggerated, pout. From the moment you met him, you knew by his pouty lips that he’d cause you trouble. Those sparkling Bambi eyes are the final nail in the coffin.

But what’s worse than all of his innocence combined is the way Jungkook’s face easily morphs into a sly grin half obstructed by his teeth capturing his bottom lip into a bite as he practically moans, “Yes, mommy.”

You don’t want to admit that you don’t know what to say. Jungkook never teases you. He’s always so compliant and eager to the point of being whiny. You’re the one who finds pleasure in teasing him. 

Stunned into silence, you watch Jungkook lean into your chest. His eyes flutter close as he presses his cheek to your tits before slowly turning his face to run his nose along each mound. His bottom lip gets caught on the fabric of your t-shirt, pulling downward as he moves his face. It’s cute how it exposes his bunny teeth. 

You let out a shuddered breath when Jungkook reaches up with his tattooed hand to squeeze one of your tits— the one he isn’t currently smothering himself with. 

“So soft,” he mumbles, nuzzling your chest. “You’re so warm and safe.” 

Your body tenses when his nose brushes over one of your nipples and Jungkook tightens his grip around your waist. 

“Can I, mommy? Please?” 

Your breath gets caught in your throat when those big, sparkling, innocent eyes shine up at you. He always looks so precious begging, even when he’s being a little shit about it. 

“Mmm, of course. Want my baby boy to feel better.” 

Though, what really has you speechless is the way Jungkook can look at you with such innocence while his teeth graze your hardened nipple through your clothes. He maintains eye contact with you as he unwraps his arm from your waist. Using both hands, he slowly pulls your t-shirt off, tossing it to the floor. 

Jungkook looks tired; now that you’re up close, you can see the bags under his eyes. They make guilt wrack your heart. You haven’t paid enough attention to your baby, somehow letting him work himself ragged. 

There’s no time for feeling sorry, though. Jungkook immediately attaches himself to you. His tongue is hot and wet as he runs it across your nipple. He makes sure to flatten his tongue as he licks you. The technique means he’s able to flick the small, stainless steel ball of his tongue piercing against your nipple. You let out a breathy moan at the sensation. It’s a new one; Jungkook had only recently gotten the piercing. Now that it’s completely healed he’s been having a fun time learning all the ways he can use it beyond just looking pretty. 

Tilting his head, he swirls his tongue around your nipple, puckering his lips to suck your tit into his mouth. He continues massaging the skin with his tongue, every suck of his lips making his lip piercing scrape against your sensitive skin. It doesn’t hurt, only serves as a reminder of how fucking hot your boyfriend is. 

“You’re so adorable, baby boy,” you say softly. When you run your fingers through his fluffy hair he hums against your skin. 

Encouraged, Jungkook snuggles closer to you, one hand gently holding your waist while the other massages the tit he isn’t suckling. You know he loves the praise without having to see how pink his cheeks are, but it’s still nice to see the effect you have on him. It isn’t the only way for you to receive validation, though. Jungkook shifts his body weight and you feel his hard cock press against the inside of your thigh. 

“Mommy.” Jungkook lifts his head to watch you with bright eyes. His lips are swollen and pink. When your eyes drop to admire them, he squirms in your embrace. “Let me be inside you, please?” 

“Will that make you feel better?” You question him with a raised eyebrow, not ready to give in. He squirms again. “Or are you just trying to trick me into fucking you?” 

“No!” Jungkook whines.

“Are you sure?” 

He nods his head hard enough to make his bangs fall into his eyes. You run your fingers through them, brushing them away from his face so you can see his eyes properly again. They’re bright and, paired with his furrowed eyebrows, make his desperation obvious. 

You fight the urge to rip his clothes off right there. Instead, you lean back against the pillows and give him a small smile. 

“Take my underwear off for me?” 

It’s posed as a question but you both know it’s not. Jungkook scrambles to pull the clothing down your legs. His eyes flit between your parted thighs and his own crotch as if he’s trying to decide what to focus on first. 

“Come on, baby boy. Mommy’s cold without you.” 

That gets him moving.  

Jungkook pulls off his sweatshirt and joggers, his briefs flying with them onto the floor. Sometimes you push him to spend more time begging, but today you just want to remove the frown from his beautiful face. 

You try to keep in the moan that builds up in your chest when Jungkook slips a finger inside your pussy. The surprised sound he makes when he finds you already soaking wet is too delicious to not react to, but you keep it together. Even after he slides two more fingers inside of you. Luckily, he keeps a hand on your waist, pressing you into the bed to prevent you from moving if you try to buck your hips. You don’t, though. You know all he’s doing is making sure you’re relaxed enough for his cock. Still, he’s suspiciously maintaining a steady rhythm against your front wall. You’re not complaining, but you know if he keeps it up, you’re going to cum and this is supposed to be about him. 

“Jungkook,” you scold. His eyes widen from getting caught. 

“Sorry, mommy. You’re just so wet…” There’s that cheeky smile again, so sly and deceiving. 

“Don’t make me change my mind, baby.” 

He nods quickly, but you’re not convinced he’s going to behave when he leans forward to roll his hips into yours. Again, you know he’s just prepping by smearing your arousal onto his cock with every movement, but he’s pushing it. A raise of your eyebrows makes him reach between your bodies to finally line his cock with your entrance. It’s cute how his teeth dig into his bottom lip as he slowly bottoms out.

A soft moan slips out of you despite your efforts to stay quiet, but Jungkook only smirks. 

“Feels good,” he says softly as he settles back on top of you. His face finds your chest again, lips wrapping around one of your nipples while his arms wrap around your waist. 

“Good,” you say with a sigh. You return to playing with his hair. “You’re doing so good for mommy, hmm?” 

As much as having Jungkook inside of you while you cuddle is meant to make him feel comfortable and safe, you can’t deny that it’s good for you, too. You like feeling full of him, as close as you possibly can be to him. Coupled with the weight of his body against yours, there’s not much you love more than this. 

The silence between the two of you is comforting, though you occasionally break it to give Jungkook more praise. He hums with satisfaction, and it’s nice to be gentle and vulnerable. 

After a while, Jungkook shifts to adjust the way he’s holding you. The movement forces his hips to press into yours, driving his cock a bit deeper inside of you. The suddenness makes you gasp. 

“Sorry,” he whispers against your throat where his face has migrated. “Arms were falling asleep.” 

You open your mouth to accept his apology, but a moan tumbles out instead of words. Instinctually, you dig your fingers into Jungkook’s scalp to hold onto his hair. 

“Jungkook,” you scold with another gasp. 

He ignores you and continues subtly thrusting into you. It’s slow and deep, his hips barely lifting from yours to dive back into your pussy. He reaches deep inside you, grinding into you with the small circling of his hips. 

“Sorry, sorry,” he pants, lips wet against your throat, but he doesn’t stop moving. 

The slowness of his movements is driving you mad. Your clit has already been throbbing and hot pressed against Jungkook’s pelvic bone while you lay in silence. It doesn’t help that his hands start roaming your sides, squeezing your waist to hold you in place. 

“Mommy, just, please, please let me fuck you.” 

His panting is getting whinier and more high-pitched. Every slow thrust is companied by the neediest chanting of “ahh, ah, ahh” in time with the movement of his hips. 

“Fuck, Jungkook.” You throw your head back when his hips start slapping into you harder. He pulls back, pounding into you with more fervor. 

“I need you,” he practically sobs. His lips scatter kisses down your chest, eventually finding your nipples to suck again. 

By this point he’s fucking into you with full force, one hand squeezing your thigh to hold your leg against his hip. His blunt nails dig into your skin, but you don’t care. You're a moaning mess beneath him. Your plan of having a peaceful moment of intimacy with your boyfriend is shattered. 

“Harder,” you moan, tugging his hair. 

You rip him from your tits to bring his face to yours, crashing your lips into his. It’s nowhere near a proper kiss. The two of you are moaning too much. You keep your mouths hanging open to at least brush against each other, occasionally licking into each other. Jungkook does his best to keep you from inching upwards, but with how hard he’s fucking into you it’s inevitable. 

“Wanna, wanna,” Jungkook digs his teeth into your shoulder. “Wanna make you feel good.” 

You’re already close, so hearing Jungkook’s sweet, whiny promises is all it takes to have you clenching around his cock. You arch into his chest as you cum, doing your best to encourage him to let go, too, in between moans of his name. 

Like the good boy that he is, Jungkook holds out until you’re laid back and boneless in his arms before he cums with the cutest sob of a moan into the crook of your neck. He collapses onto you, arms once again wrapping around your waist to hold you tighter against him. Little hums against your skin tell you that he’s satisfied, but you still ask. 

“Are you feeling okay, baby boy?” His bangs are sweaty, but you don’t stop running your fingers through them. He leans into the touch, so you keep it up. 

“Mhmm,” he hums, pressing a kiss against your neck and raising goosebumps over your already hot skin. “Thank you, mommy.” 

He promises to clean you up after he’s done getting his fill of cuddling. His cock softens inside of you; you’re happy he doesn’t pull out. You both crave closeness, and you’ve got all the time in the world to bask in it.

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[back2bluesidex]

I came solemnly to make my request: can we have a pjm fic where he just cheated on you and then you confront him and he realized he made the biggest mistake of his life 🙊

Wildest Dreams - JM

Pairing: Jimin X Reader

Theme: Angst, breakup au

Song: Wildest Dreams

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: Infidelity, cheating, break up.

A/N: anon didn't mention a song (probably because it's a random request) so I added the most suitable one. Also thank you so much for this request and I hope you like it.

“Baby.. I missed you.” Jimin preps your shoulder and neck with small kisses. His hands are wrapping up around your waist from behind. His lithe body presses onto your numb one. 

Surprisingly, you don’t feel anything. You are neither melting down for his touch, his kisses nor do you feel angry enough to push him on the hard cold floor to walk out of this apartment, you once called home, walk out of his life. You are, again, just numb. 

But what is ticking you off badly right now, are Jimin's words. He missed you? He missed you all along the time he was lying to you? While he told you he was on a business trip only for you to find out he was on a vacation with another woman? He missed you while he fucked her in a luxurious hotel bed? Funny! He is certainly mocking you. He is mocking your feelings, the time you had together and the engagement rings that sit on both of your ring fingers. 

“Are you sure that you missed me?” you hold on the balcony railing goes tighter. 

Jimin detaches his head from your neck and brings it sideways to partially face you. You can see him smirking from your peripheral vision. 

“Do you doubt me baby? Hmm?” he presses a kiss on your left cheek. 

“I kept on thinking of you… during all the meetings, all the team dinners, while having drinks. They had the lemon flavored gin that you love so much.” 

You chuckle dryly, “Really? Then did you think of me when you fucked that woman naming Sara on your hotel bed?” 

You finally face Jimin for the first time since he arrived. You see his eyes going wide, hands starting to tremble, face starting to fall, voice starting to lose. 

“What happened, Jimin? Did you miss me while fucking her or not?” you press on more. You didn’t know you could sound this sarcastic. 

“Y/N…” Jimin somehow manages to make his voice audible enough to your ears. And even that ticks you off badly now. 

“What? How do I know? That’s what you wanna ask? Then let me tell you, Park Jimin. I have known your whereabouts for an exact of three months and seven days now. All these times I have been silently praying for you to realize your mistake. For you to confess your sins to me. All these times I have been giving you one last chance. But guess what? I was a fool! I was a fool to believe you will regret your choice. I was a fool-” you choke on your saliva and then you realize you have been crying, tears are making a mess on your face, “I was a fool to believe you have ever loved me. I was a fool to believe that I have changed you.” 

Jimin feels as if his eyes are losing sight. An enormously giant cloud is hovering above his head and taking away all the sunshine he has ever had. Now all he sees is darkness. 

He gapes for words but what can he even say when he is the one at fault? 

He doesn’t know where everything went wrong. He doesn’t know how one drunken mistake turned into a repeated willing sin. But what he does know is that he loves you. And he is realizing that again right when he is about to lose you… forever. 

“You could have told me once. You could have told me that you don’t want me anymore, I would have walked away right then. Did you really have to break my trust and go behind my back, Jimin? Did you really have to do that?” You spat your words at his face, grabbing his shirt harshly. 

He desperately tries to hold your face and wipe your tears but you shove his hands away as if his touches burn. 

“Y/N.. I- I am sorry. I am a bad person. I should have never-” 

“Please keep your half-assed apology to yourself when you don’t even mean it.” you scoff at him, violently rubbing your tears away with the sleeve of your cardigan. 

“No. I mean it. I- please Y/N. I will make everything alright. Please-” Jimin’s face now matches yours, all teary and messy. 

“Make everything alright?” an unintended scoff leaves from your throat, “can you make things right for all the times you eyed every other woman while I was right beside you? Can you make things right for all nights I waited for you while you had extra workload? Will you be able to make things right for the times when you shamelessly flirted with my friends even?” your voice trembles, “can you make things right for all the times you have taken me for granted? Tell me Jimin.. Can you?” 

Jimin doesn’t say anything. He stares at you through his tear-blurred vision wishing for the ground to split into half and swallow him. 

“Not everything can be alright.” You say as you bring both of your hands together in order to pluck out your engagement ring from your ring finger. 

As soon as Jimin understands what you are going to do, he grabs both of your hands with his. His grip is so tight that it makes you hiss.

Within an instant, Jimin sinks down on his knees and breaks into a loud sob. 

Unfortunately (or fortunately), the scene doesn’t bother you a bit. 

“Please Y/N! No. I beg you, don’t do this! I will be better. I will be the best. I won’t give you any chance to complain anymore. Just don’t do this. We promised each other forever, didn’t we?” 

“I thought so.” you reply with a small voice as you look away from his trembling figure. “I thought we promised forever… even though I know…” you pause inhaling a lot of oxygen,

“Nothing lasts forever. But this…”  you point at the ring with your eyes, “This is gonna take me down.”   

“Y/N-”

“And I can’t let that happen, Jimin. Not anymore.” These are your last words before you pull the ring out of your finger despite his strong grip.

“It’s over.” and you turn to walk away. 

Jimin is swift as he stands on his feet, grabs you by your arm and pulls you into his embrace. 

“Please Y/N! I can’t live without you.” 

“Yes you can, Jimin. You have lived all these times without me, tangled in other women’s beds, night after night. Live just like this from now on as well. Just say you’ll remember me, standing here on this balcony, wearing that lilac dress you brought me for our engagement day. Say that you will remember us, promising each other forever while exchanging rings.” and you tiptoe, reach Jimin’s height, place your lips on his forehead. He holds you close for one last time, cries on your shoulder as you two approach an inevitable end of your relationship.   

[coffeecat1983]

Hello! Hope it's okay if I send you a suggestion for the drabble game 🥰 I was thinking, how about 10 "I'm right here, okay?" for Mario and Luigi? No rush of course! 💖

A pleasure, my friend! I hope you enjoy.

Prompt #10 "I'm right here, okay?" (set in the Mario movie-verse, 2023)

   The apartment door swung open and Mario shuffled in with a groan. Despite his aches, he smiled when he heard his mother singing along to the radio as she made dinner. Hearing him, Marianna came out, a warm smile greeting her son.      "Hi sweetheart," she kissed his cheek before noting how exhausted he looked. "Bad day at work?"    He slid the toolbox off his shoulder. "Just a long one. Really could have used some help today." he said softly.      "Well get cleaned up and come eat, dinner's almost ready." she said, returning to the kitchen. Mario went to wash up and change. As he entered the bedroom, something felt off but he couldn't place what it was. Returning to the dining room the feeling increased as he took his seat.    Dinner was quiet, just him, his parents, and grandfather. Talk was light until Giovanni asked how work went.      "It was lousy, had to pull a lot of old pipes out from the floor. Thankfully the bathtub had already been taken out." Mario said, picking idly at his plate. He glanced at the chair beside him. "Big jobs like that will be easier once Lu gets back."    Giovanni froze, fork halfway to his mouth. Placing it back down he cleared his throat.      "Ah, Mario..." he stopped as Marianna touched his arm, a barely perceptible shake of the head making him change his mind.      "I mean, you're right, son. It's been a long day. Why don't you take tomorrow off, get some rest?"    Considering this, Mario gave in. "Yeah, yeah I think I will. I'm not very hungry tonight." He went to stand. "Sorry, Ma."      "It's all right, sweetheart."      He didn't notice the worried looks from his family as he made his way back to the bedroom. Going over and turning on his bedside light, he rubbed at his head.     ��"Really can't wait for Lu to..." he turned and letting out a small cry, fell back.    Hurried footsteps raced down the hall, Marianna bursting into the room with Giovanni right behind her.      "M-Ma?" Mario pointed, hand shaking as she kneeled beside him. "Where... Lu's bed, where's his bed?!"    He stared with horror at the empty spot. All that was there now was a table set up with some of Luigi's things with a framed photo in the center.    Mario's heart twisted as he realized it was a shrine.      "Mario," Marianna put her arms around him, "he's been gone for a year now." she said gently.    Memories that he kept pushing back came flooding forth.      A melted cage.     His brother hanging on.    Racing to reach him as he fell.    The scream that pierced his very soul.    The scream that echoed in his dreams night after night.      "No...I couldn't... I tried, Ma, I tried!" he broke, his body shaking as everything came back. Clinging to his parents, he threw his head back with a sob.      "Luigi!"

     "Mario, Mario, wake up..." The nightmare shattered around him. Waking, Mario gasped wildly as he struggled to sit up, shoving his blankets off in a panic. Hands grabbed his own, tired blue eyes that matched his watching him with worry.      "It's okay, it was just a dream." the soft, rusty voice he loved so dearly wrapped around him, forcing back the waves of fear.      "L-Luigi?" he choked out. The nod was all he needed. He grabbed his twin, trembling as tears flowed.      "I dreamt I lost you! I wasn't fast enough, the lava, you f-fell." another sob shook him. Warm arms held him close, a tender kiss to his head.      "Shh, you didn't lose me.  I'm right here, okay?" Luigi soothed. "I'm not going anywhere. I promise."      "Mm'sorry." the exhausted apology was mumbled into his brother's shoulder as Mario slumped against him. Gently guiding him so he could turn, Luigi rested against the headboard with Mario snug against his chest. The gentle heartbeat provided a lullaby and Mario relaxed.      "Th'nks Lu." he mumbled again. "Love you."    A faint chuckle. "Love you too, big bro."

END

By "CC"

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[cleighwrites]

dean winchester x reader ~ lollipop

Hey, babe!! Of course, you'd choose something like this! lol

420 words of seductive lolly sucking, beneath the cut!

Dean stared in rapture at you from across the map table with wide, dilated deep green eyes. His gaze zeroed in on your mouth, longing and lust written clearly across his features. He was leaning forward and resting on his elbows on the table, clearly not paying attention to anything else that was going on.  

You’d never seen him so entranced. Well, that was a lie; you had, but rarely ever with your clothes on. You smiled wickedly at him, knowing exactly what was on his mind. 

Pulling the lollipop sharply between your lips with a gratifyingly lewd pop, you asked, “You want one? You’re looking a little hungry.” 

“Hungry’s not quite the right word,” Sam said, a smirk in his voice. 

“Shuddup, Sammy!” Dean said, frustration and annoyance in his tone. “You,” he added, pointing directly at you, “you, come with me.” 

“But Dean,” Sam started. 

“Appocolypses can wait, Sam, I’ve got something I need to take care of first.” 

“Dude,” Sam said, disgusted. 

You shot him an apologetic shrug. Dean was already walking out of the room when you stood to follow him. When you made it to your shared room, he shut the door and ripped the candy from your mouth. 

“You’re such a tease,” he accused. 

“You’re just pent up,” you argued back, running your fingers down his toned stomach to toy with the waistband of his pants. 

With the taste of the lollipop on your tongue, you leaned up and kissed him. His free hand was instantly on the back of your head holding you to him as he licked into your mouth. 

“Oh, Y/N, your fucking mouth,” he groaned into the kiss. 

“Taste good?” 

“Feels good.” 

You gently pushed him away from you, reaching for the Tootsie Pop. He held it away from you, then turned his head and popped the candy into his mouth. He swirled it around a few times, then smiled at you. 

You watched as he played with the sucker, turning it this way and that. You could almost feel the swirl of his tongue as he did so. Then, as if he could read your mind, he pulled the stick through his perfectly O-shaped lips. The candy pulled and stretched his luscious lips and you couldn’t take your eyes away. You’d felt those lips on you, and you were suddenly ravenous to feel them again. 

“Alright, you win. Sixy-nine?” you ask, shoving him toward the bed.

“Hell yeah,” he said, tossing the offending candy into the trash can.

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Here's a list of 162 writing prompts, angst and fluff but the drabble/one shot can be turned into smut (smut only for 18+). Send in 1 to 5 prompts and a little bit of what you want the original fiction story to be about. Without further ado here's the prompts.

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Fluff

"Every moment with you is a page in my favorite love story."

"When I'm with you, I feel like I've found my missing puzzle piece."

"You're the reason my heart beats in rhythm."

"Every sunrise is a reminder of our new beginnings."

"You, me, and a cup of coffee – that's all I need."

"In a room full of people, my eyes always find you."

"With you, even the rain feels like sunshine."

"I love you more than words can express."

"You're the reason I believe in soulmates."

"Being with you is like finding a hidden treasure every day."

"You're the piece of the puzzle I didn't know was missing."

"My love for you is the only constant in a changing world."

"Our love is the greatest adventure of my life."

"Your love is my North Star in the darkest of nights."

"You're the spark in my dullest days."

"I won't back down, and neither will you, and that's oddly admirable."

"Our battles are a testament to our strength."

"In a way, you make me sharper, more alert."

"You're the thorn in my side that reminds me to stay vigilant."

"Our differences make us who we are."

"My love for you is as deep as the ocean."

"You're my favorite hello and my hardest goodbye."

"With you, I've found my missing piece."

"You're the moon to my starry nights."

"My love for you is as vast as the universe."

"You make my heart sing in the rain."

"I love that we can be silent together and still have the best time."

"You're the GPS of my life, always guiding me in the right direction."

"Our friendship is like a well-worn playlist, full of memories and good vibes."

"No matter where life takes us, I know you'll be there to share the journey."

"In the story of my life, you're my favorite chapter."

"You keep me grounded when life feels like a whirlwind."

"Our friendship is like coffee – essential and always there to perk me up."

"Let's celebrate each other's victories and lift each other up in defeats."

"You bring out the best in me, and I'm forever grateful."

"We're like a pair of socks – different but perfectly matched."

"Our friendship is a gallery of unforgettable moments."

"You're the antidote to my blues."

"We're not just friends; we're partners in awesome adventures."

"Our friendship is the best kind of treasure."

"Life is an incredible journey with you by my side."

"You make my world a better place, one smile at a time."

"We're not just friends; we're each other's cheerleaders."

"You're the remedy for my worst days and the confetti on my best ones."

"Life is better with friends like you."

"Let's keep making memories and raising a toast to the good times."

"You're my favorite adventure buddy."

"You're my favorite co-conspirator in life's adventures."

"I can't imagine growing old without your friendship."

"Let's keep inspiring each other to be the best versions of ourselves."

"In a world full of acquaintances, you're my true friend."

"Our friendship is like a well-worn book – comforting and always there when I need it."

"Thanks for being my go-to adventure planner."

"Let's promise to grow old but never grow apart."

"I love you more than I did yesterday but less than I will tomorrow."

"You bring out the best in me, always."

"With you, every day feels like a weekend."

"In this world full of acquaintances, you're my true friend."

"It's a strange kind of respect we have for each other."

"In some weird way, you're my favorite competition."

"You're not the worst enemy I've ever had."

"I suppose you have some redeeming qualities, deep, deep down."

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but you make a good point."

"You've got a weird way of showing it, but I think you actually care."

"I never thought I'd say this, but I'm glad you're here."

"We make an odd pair, don't we?"

"I hate to admit it, but you're growing on me."

"I might have underestimated you."

"You're not as insufferable as I first thought."

"Who would've thought we'd end up like this?"

"I guess we're stuck with each other, for now."

"You're different from what I expected, in a good way."

"I'd rather be stuck with you than anyone else."

"You make life interesting, I'll give you that."

"We're like two sides of the same coin, aren't we?"

"I've learned to appreciate your quirks."

"I think you secretly like having me around."

"I used to dread our encounters, but now I look forward to them."

"I never thought I'd say this, but I miss our arguments when you're not here."

"It's weird, but I feel safer when you're nearby."

"I thought we were polar opposites, but maybe we're not so different after all."

Angst

"Our love was a wildfire, and now it's just smoldering embers."

"I'm holding on to a love that's slipping through my fingers like sand."

"I thought I could save you, but I'm the one who needs saving."

"Our love was a novel, but now it's a tragic ending."

"We're caught in a never-ending storm, and there's no shelter in sight."

"I'm suffocating in the emptiness you left behind."

"I'm running out of reasons to stay, but I can't bear to leave."

"I wish I could forget the sound of your name."

"I don't recognize the person I've become when I'm with you."

"Every word you said was just another brick in this wall between us."

"Sometimes, I wonder if we ever truly understood each other."

"You were supposed to be my anchor, but now I'm adrift."

"Your silence is louder than any words you could say."

"We used to dream of the future together, and now we can't even talk about today."

"What happened to us? We used to be unstoppable."

"I thought our love was unbreakable, but here we are."

"You make it impossible to trust anyone again."

"You're the ghost that haunts my every thought."

"I don't know how to be 'me' without 'you.'"

"It's like you're a stranger in the place where my heart used to be."

"You're my greatest weakness and my biggest regret."

"Every day without you feels like a life sentence."

"Your happiness feels like a knife in my heart."

"Jealousy is a cruel emotion, but I can't help how I feel."

"I hate that I'm not the one who gets to make you laugh now."

"You're the one who held my heart, and now you're the one who shattered it."

"You promised forever, but all I got was an empty tomorrow."

"You're the missing piece that I'll never find again."

"I wish I could forget you, but you're etched into my soul."

"Every smile feels like a lie without you."

"I used to be the one who made you laugh, but now I'm just the one who cries."

"I don't recognize the person I've become with you."

"Your doubts have taken over everything we had."

"Your doubts have created a divide between us."

"I thought we were building a future, but we're stuck in the past."

"Our love has become a toxic addiction."

"You're pushing me away when I need you the most."

"I miss the warmth of your embrace."

"I miss the sound of your laughter in the morning."

"Your indifference hurts more than your absence."

"I can't compete with your memories."

"Sometimes, the past has a way of catching up with us, no matter how fast we run."

"Our love story turned into a tragedy, and I don't know how to rewrite it."

"In this chaos, we're the broken pieces trying to fit together."

"In the end, we're all just strangers."

"Our dreams turned into nightmares."

"Love's a cruel game, and I lost."

"You're like a storm I can't escape, and I'm getting tired of fighting it."

"I'm not afraid of losing you; I'm afraid of losing myself."

"This isn't love; it's a battle, and I'm wounded."

"This friendship used to mean the world to me."

"You're a master of deception, aren't you?"

"You were never worth the effort I put into this friendship."

"You're a monster in human form."

"You're the reason trust is so hard for me now."

"I've learned that the person I thought you were never existed."

"You're the embodiment of everything I despise."

"We may have a history, but it's nothing to be proud of."

"Your lies built a wall between us that can't be torn down."

"You're a wolf in sheep's clothing."

"I refuse to be a pawn in your twisted game."

"You're the reason I stopped believing in second chances."

"I thought we were done playing games."

"You can't outrun your past, and neither can I."

"I'd say 'may the best man win,' but we both know it won't be that simple."

"If only things had been different, we could have been lovers."

"The silence between us is louder than words."

"I'm drowning in this emptiness."

"Promises are just words until they're broken."

"We were stars, but now we're just fading light."

"We're two puzzle pieces that don't fit anymore."

"You're the ghost that haunts my heart."

"I can't bear the weight of your indifference."

"I don't want your pity; I want your love."

"You were the only light in my darkness."

"You were my safe haven in a world of chaos."

"I thought we were invincible."

"I'm a prisoner of my own broken heart."

"I can't find a way to mend what's broken."

"I wish I could go back and choose differently."

"We were a beautiful disaster waiting to happen."

[livelaughwhump]

what about elliot´s teammates having to restrain him for his own good, maybe he got flashbacks and got violent, like hitting his teammates and won´t calm down, i feel a lot of whump potential

i understand if its not your cup of tea in case you dont feel like writing it

Masterlist

Oooh, this is an excellent idea😈🥰 Thanks so much for the request!!

Content: flashback, knife violence, brief mention of blood, self-hatred, restraints, former pet whumpee

If I missed any content warnings, please let me know

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The team wasn't unfamiliar with Elliot's flashbacks. They were typically triggered by small things, like loud noises or dark rooms, and they all manifested the same way; with Elliot frozen in place, tears leaking out of the corners of his wide, unblinking eyes and unintelligible mumbling followed by intense trembling of his whole body.

The team had witnessed many of these, and they'd learned a few methods to help bring Elliot out of it. The first was that Elliot seemed to respond best to physical touch, usually in the form of someone gently holding his hands. The second was kind words spoken softly and calmly into his ear. Finally, the third was patience. It wasn't easy to bring Elliot out of a flashback, especially when it was triggered by something larger. So, in order to bring him out of it, it was important for whoever was with him to be patient and calm throughout.

But nothing, not even the gentle methods the team had learned, could have prepared them for just how bad his flashbacks could get.

Nothing was out of the ordinary. The day started the same as always; the team ate breakfast together in the living room, Elliot sitting on the couch with his single slice of plain toast and cup of peppermint tea. He ate quietly, while the rest of the team chatted happily, making jokes and laughing with each other. Normally, he'd only eat about half of it, but on this particular day, he ate nearly the whole thing and drained his entire cup of tea.

He handed Landon the small sliver of toast he hadn't eaten, just like he did every morning, and stood up to take his empty mug to the kitchen. Elliot liked the routine. It was familiar and easy. Not much was expected of him, but it was just enough that he still felt useful. He liked making his own breakfast and doing his own dishes. He liked not being expected to talk when he didn't want to. As hard as it was to admit to himself, he liked his life with the team. They were nice to him. He trusted them.

As he was washing his mug in the sink, he couldn't help but stare out the window. Spring was swiftly approaching and Elliot couldn't look away as the morning rays of sun spilled through the gaps in the tree branches. He longed to go out there, to feel the warm sun on his face and the gentle breeze whistling through his hair.

Elliot couldn't remember the last time he'd been outside. It felt like years ago. It wasn't like he wasnt allowed to go outside. Of course he was...right? He'd never explicitly asked, but surely his friends wouldn't deny him that right. It's just that it was too cold before, that's all. There couldn't possibly be another reason.

"Elliot?"

The sound of another voice in the quiet kitchen pulled Elliot out of the endless spiral that was his thoughts. He started and gasped, only then realizing that the sink in front of him was quickly overflowing.

"Ah! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Elliot exclaimed, quickly draining the water. His muscles tensed as he prepared to be hit.

"No need to be sorry, sweet," Broderick's voice said from behind him. Chills scurried up the back of Elliot's neck as he felt the looming presence of the medic but didn't turn to look at him. "It was an accident. Did you get distracted?"

Elliot suppressed a flinch. "Y-Yes, Sir. I'm so sorry. It-It won't happen a—" Elliot's mind went white as he felt Broderick's presence grow closer, the wood creaking beneath his feet. Elliot's whole body froze.

"El?" Broderick said. "You all right? You look a little pale."

Dull images flashed through Elliot's mind, none of which he could comprehend. They swirled together and dissolved like salt in the sea, invisible but impossible to deny the lingering taste. The sudden influx of repressed memories left a rotten taste in his mouth; memories of Christian softly approaching him from behind, touching him, dragging him to the bedroom, stripping him of his dignity. He couldn't take it. The panic set every nerve in his body on fire, and as Broderick's gentle hand fell upon Elliot's stiff shoulder, all hell broke loose.

Elliot swiftly turned and slapped Broderick's hand away. "Don't touch me!" He shouted, tears stinging his eyes.

Broderick backed up, eyes wide with confusion. "Okay, I'm sorry," he whispered. "I didn't mean to startle you."

The next thing Elliot knew, there was a soapy knife in his hand. He didn't remember how it got there, but he shakily pointed it at Broderick regardless. "Get away from me!" He demanded, voice quivering almost as much as the knife in his fist.

Broderick was dumbstruck. "Elliot, I'm not gonna hurt you. I'm just trying to—"

"Shut up!" Elliot interrupted. "D-Don't come any c-closer! I'll k-kill you!"

Broderick took a small, risky step toward the panicked boy before him. His voice was gentle and soft as he said, "Elliot—"

Elliot didn't waste a second before he swung the knife, slicing a thin gash across Broderick's forearm. Broderick gasped and hissed and stumbled backward just in time for the rest of the team to spill into the room.

"What is going on?" Karine questioned. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight before her. "Elliot?"

Tears were steadily trickling down Elliot's face. "L-Leave me alone! I w-won't let you t-take me! I won't!"

"Darling, no one is taking you anywhere," Yvonne tried to reassure him. "Please, put the knife down. It's just us."

"I don't think he's seeing us, Yve," Karine whispered. "Landon, I'm gonna need you to try and discreetly sneak up behind him and grab the knife. The three of us will distract him."

Lyra was frozen in place, unable to process what they were seeing.

As Landon soundlessly slipped away, Karine held out her hands placatingly. "Elliot, buddy? I'm gonna need you to put the knife down, okay? We're not gonna hurt you."

Elliot took a step back, arms shaking. "I w-won't let you t-take me!"

"We're not gonna touch you, I promise," Karine said. "We just wanna talk. Please put the knife down. You're gonna hurt yourself."

Elliot stood his ground, completely unaware of the giant man looming behind him. In one swift movement, Landon grabbed Elliot and plucked the knife out of his hands.

Elliot screamed in what could only be described as pure terror. He kicked and flailed, his fist nailing Landon right in the mouth before Landon caught both of his wrists and manhandled him. Elliot fought with every ounce of strength he could muster.

"LET GO OF ME! LET GO! YOU CAN'T DO THIS!!" Elliot cried.

Landon wrapped him in a tight hug and whispered soothingly into his ear, "It's okay, it's okay. You're safe, buddy. You're safe." Over and over again.

Elliot's struggling didn't cease, and eventually, Karine had to grab hold of his flailing legs as well to prevent him from injuring anyone else, most of all himself. "Set him on the ground!" Karine shouted over Elliot's screams.

Lyra watched, tears blurring their eyes as Elliot was restrained and wrestled to the floor, all while sobbing and screaming and begging. The sight made their insides churn and their throat tighten.

Elliot sobbed and squirmed, but his fighting did little to free him. "P-Please, l-let me go. Wh-Why are you d-doing this?"

"You've gotta come back to us, buddy," Karine said in the most gentle voice she could. "You're home, safe and sound. No one is going to hurt you anymore. Just take a deep breath." Karine glanced over her shoulder at Lyra, who was still as a statue. "Lye? Can you grab us a weighted blanket please? Lyra? Lyra!"

Lyra snapped out of it, their focus shifting from Elliot to Karine. "Y-Yes. I-I'll be right back." They hurried into their room and grabbed the heaviest weighted blanket they had. When they returned, Karine had released Elliot's legs and Landon only had a loose hold on Elliot's upper half.

The boy had ceased his struggling and had instead dissolved into a sobbing mess. As Lyra handed off the weighted blanket to Karine, Landon released Elliot. The blanket was draped over Elliot's shaking body.

"Lyra? Maybe you should try to talk to him," Karine suggested.

Lyra nodded and kneeled down beside him. "Sunshine? Can you hear me?"

Elliot kept his eyes trained on the floor and the droplets of crimson that Broderick had left behind. The smallest nod of his head was the only response he gave.

"How are you feeling?"

Lyra didn't expect an answer, or really any kind of indication that Elliot had heard them. They weren't surprised when Elliot remained completely frozen in place, eyes unblinking and skin as pale as bone.

Lyra didn't push Elliot to speak. Instead, they sat beside him as he watched Karine wipe up the blood. Once the kitchen floor was no longer peppered with red, Karine excused herself and left Lyra and Elliot to themselves.

Moments after Karine's departure, Elliot said, in the tiniest voice possible, "Did I h-hurt him?"

His voice was so small and meek that Lyra wasn't even completely sure that they'd heard him. "What was that, El?"

Elliot took a deep breath and repeated his question, a little louder this time. "D-Did I h-hurt him?"

Lyra didn't know how to answer. They didn't want to make him feel worse by being truthful, but they couldn't stand lying to him either. "It was just a little cut," they answered, keeping their voice soft so as not to frighten him. "Broderick will be fine. He's a medic, after all. He's used to dealing with this kind of stuff."

Those words did nothing to ease Elliot's grief. "I hurt him," Elliot mumbled, his voice quivering almost as much as the rest of him. Tears flooded his blood-shot eyes and he sniffled. "I'm a b-bad dog."

Lyra didn't know what to do. It had been nearly a month since Elliot had last called himself a dog, and the last thing they wanted was for him to regress. Internally panicking, Lyra said, "It wasn't your fault. I don't know what happened, but I know it wasn't your fault."

Elliot's tears started to fall. "H-How do you kn-know?"

"Because I know you," they asserted. Elliot finally looked up at them, eyes watery and filled with regret. Lyra gently wiped his tears. "You're a good person, Elliot. A good person that's gone through some terrible things. You've been hurt and taken advantage of and abused, but you are still a good person and you always will be. You'd never hurt anyone on purpose, let alone one of us."

Elliot looked away. "Is he m-mad at me?"

Lyra shook her head. "He could never be mad at you. No one here could. We love you too much."

Elliot sniffled again and leaned his head on her shoulder. Lyra opened her arms and gathered him in a tight hug. He laid his head on her chest, his remaining tears soaking through the fabric.

"I've got you, sunshine," Lyra whispered. Elliot snuggled against her, curling up on her lap like a child after a nightmare. There was no place on Earth he felt safer than in her arms. She rubbed gentle circles into her back and carded her fingers through his hair. "I've got you."

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Being met with his face slamming into the coffee table at ass o'clock in the morning was hardly where Giovanni thought he'd wind up in life, but then again, these last several weeks had been anything but to his expectations.

One minute he was recruiting Bear Trap for a super secret mission, and then next he's in a totally rad 'dream bubble' with his minion's sister. All of that had been beyond awesome: the gargoyle thing, the cookies, that epic final battle; even getting to hit Bear Trap's shit dad with a baseball had been way more fun than it should have been. The only thing he had really planned that day was showing up at the toy store...and stealing Molly, and even that was more a hypothesis than a fully fledged plan...up until he took her, that is.

Oh well, it all had worked out for the best, no cops had come after him, Trixie didn't tattle on him, and neither did little miss goody two shoes. Crusher's parents had been nice enough to let them stay in the treehouse for a while (he had no idea just what Crusher had told them to get them to agree, but he wasn't about to question it), and in the meantime Gio had not so secretly been looking for an actual apartment for him and Molly to live in. Almost a month in had led to nothing, everything either too shitty or too expensive for the two of them. It was something he had been lamenting about to Rick when over at his apartment for dinner with Molly, (it had been cute watching him acclimate to land life and the 'weird customs' they had, though Gio was unsure just how much of it was weird and how much was Rick being too busy growing up in shithole to learn about) his 'bitch sess' being had while they actually cooked the dinner Rick didn't know was part of the whole 'inviting friends over for dinner' Thing, which somehow ended up with Gio now curled up on the guy's living room couch while Molly was hopefully sleeping in the spare bedroom.

It didn't take a genius to figure out how they got here; Gio and Molly needed a place to live, and it had become very clear very quickly that Rick didn't like being alone. At all. Gio didn't know how long he'd kept it to himself, but after that one dinner, every facade Rick had put up, willingly or not, had fallen apart, ending with a panicked phone call in the middle of the night, Gio scooping a sleeping Molly up yet again, and Rick breaking down on the very couch he lay upon now.

He'd gotten him to calm down after a while, Giovanni not ashamed to say he had also begun crying at one point, hearing what sort of things Rick had gone through. Even then, he knew he wasn't getting the whole story, only what he'd been able to get out between sobs as well as things he'd said while in Lorelai's bubble: he'd been 'harvested' as a child and forced to fight so their ruler could become stronger. Rick had gotten scared he'd 'ran out his use' and, with the help of a few friends he'd made of the fellow 'harvestees', he'd managed to escape, which was when the Neo Trio had found him on the beach.

It was no wonder the guy didn't want to be alone, and Giovanni wasn't about to leave him alone.

So, him and Molly had 'moved in' right then and there (not that Molly was awake enough to know yet), it being a promise that even if Rick was alone in the apartment at times, at least one of them would be back before he even knew it.

The only problem? There were only two bedrooms, and Gio wasn't about to make Molly sleep on the couch, nor did he want to invade Rick's space by making him share the bed. So, the couch it was, and Gio had been more than okay with that, this was everything he'd wanted for him and Molly and then some, with the bonus of Rick's mind getting put to ease as well. As it turns out, Gio needn't worry about invading Rick's space, seeing as it led to where they were now, on the living room floor after Giovanni had tripped over Rick when getting up for a glass of water sometime in the night.

"Quit fussin' shades, it's just a little cut! I'm more worried about your coffee table." A joke, but also not (he didn't bleed on it, did he? That was so unsanitary). "It's not the first time I've cut my lip on my teeth, and it won-mph-" Words were silenced by a band aid being slapped over said cut, Gio left to blink in confusion for a moment or two as he stared into Rick's smiling face.

"There! I have secured your life essence with the power of: Band-aids!" The box was held up triumphantly for Gio to see...there were little cat motifs decorating near every inch of it. "Pheonica informed me all about these wonderous things after I suffered a paper cut, a wound most horrible! I've certainly suffered worse, but my how that tiny affliction stung!" A pause, his hands being brought down to his lap where uncertain eyes stayed trained on the box while an idle finger (with a band aid similar to Gio's own) toyed with one of the flaps. "Is...it helping?"

Not wanting to disrupt Rick's hard work so soon, Gio simply gave a thumbs up in response, which earned him a bright, if not still a bit shaky, grin.

"Good!" Loud with a sudden stop, it was clear Rick wanted to say more, the words still trying to come forth where he stared a bit longer than what was considered normal at Giovanni.

"I...suppose you're wondering why I was-" Stopping in response to Gio's raised hand, he watched a bit perplexed as the other man shook his head and made to stand.

"No need to explain Shades!" Maybe later when they both weren't half asleep and Gio's words weren't muffled where the band aid held his lips closes. "Let's get you back to bed."

They only made it as far as Rick standing before he'd locked up like a statue, a look of pure fear being painfully recognizable, even in the low light.

Gio didn't give it the chance to dwell long.

"You want me to stay with you for a bit?" Asked in a gentle voice, judgment far from being a part of it as that band aid was removed. "I will, as long as you want."

He was happy to find that was met with a smile, even if still a little shaky, like Rick was unsure of it all. Like he thought he was a burden, being unable to sleep on his own.

"What if...I do not wish for you to leave? At all?" Quiet, hopeful, it was an indirect offer, but one Gio picked up on without missing a beat.

"Then I hope you like being the little spoon! I'm a sleep cuddler." His grin was so joyful, Rick couldn't help but reflect it back as he was led towards his their room, even if-

"What is this 'little spoon'?" A question that earned a dramatic gasp from Gio.

"Only the best cuddling position ever! Only thing better is laying on someone's chest, so you can hear their heart 'n stuff! We'll get to all that, don't you worry, for now we better get back to bed. It's very important to get at least eight hours of sleep!"

Yeah, none of this was planned, but Giovanni had a feeling this would be good for all of them.

[bungoustraypups]

Chuuya for ask game o:

eve - precious pepala // "father forgive me, 'cause i don't think i wanna change, this hurts me like heaven, feel like the angel who fell (fell for the devil)" // ask meme ACCEPTING!

The executive traces his fingers slowly over his former-current partner’s chest, drawing a temporary circle in the fabric of the former Demon Prodigy’s shirt around where his heart beats.

“Against all odds, that heart still beats,” Chuuya murmurs absently.

“Mhm,” Osamu hums back, just as absently. “Does it surprise you that it does? Or that I even have one, perhaps?”

“Nah.”

Chuuya rests his cheek against the place on Osamu’s chest where his fingers had been only moments earlier. “If someone like me can have one, it makes sense even a devil like you could, too.”

Osamu huffs out a laugh. “If I’m a devil, what’s that make you?”

With eyes half-lidded and his voice low, Chuuya doesn’t hesitate to answer:

“A fallen angel; one who fell for a devil.”

[ghostchems]

giving terzo a “hand” 👀

a/n: so this ended up being 1k words haha def had a fun time writing this one!. mndi! 18! it's a good ol' fashioned handjob, fellas.

The meeting has gone over and you’re desperately itching to do something other than review the budget for the upcoming tour leg. There’s a tasty swiss roll, a reward, sitting in your fridge waiting for you to gobble it up. Your knee starts to bounce beneath the table and you’re doodling in your notes, your attention far away from the conversation at hand. Something pokes into your leg, a feather light nip, so you don’t think anything of it. Maybe you bumped something. But it persists, digging further into your tights. Your gaze snaps to the man next to you — the only clergy member you know has pointy gloves. Terzo is grinning from ear to ear, his other hand propping his head up beneath his chin and his eyes half-lidded, sleepy. You shoot him daggers, a warning shot.

He completely ignores it, widening his eyes suggestively as he drags the tip of his golden nail up your stockings, the fabric tearing in a neat line up to the hem of your habit. What a brat. You squint at him, your lips pressed into a thin line to try and hide your frustration. Cooler heads always prevail, which may just be Terzo’s motto. The tips of his nails linger on your soft skin and he tilts his head ever so slightly on his hand, challenging you. What could you do? You can’t interrupt the meeting to tell everyone what he’s done. You don’t tattle, plus that would be too easy a way out of the situation he’s put you in. The chair creaks as you sit back, plotting your next move. It would have to be something just as discrete, wouldn’t it?

You rest your hand in his lap beneath the table and shy your gaze away from him. His eyebrows shoot up in surprise, dropping his hand from his head and moving to grip the table. You feel him stir beneath his chasuble and you’re surprised that he hasn’t grabbed you by the wrist and put a stop to this… so you keep going, your fingers brushing along his growing length. Terzo sucks in a breath and delicately falls back in his chair, spreading his legs further. You chew on your lip, eyes feigning interest in the continued conversation on the pros of increasing the snack budget. He’s fully hard now and you give him a squeeze, causing his nails to scrape along the tabletop. You still can’t look at him, afraid that his knowing gaze will cause your undoing, your grip tightening on his cock as you give him long, languid strokes.

“ENOUGH of this!” Terzo’s voice suddenly explodes from beside you, his fist landing hard against the table. You jump in your seat and your immediate reaction is to wrench your hand away from him but his free hand quickly has you by the wrist, forcing you to stay put against his strained cock. A hush falls over the room, thick tension in the air. “You are supposed to have made the decisions prior to the meeting and now you are wasting everyone’s time, yes?” The thrill you feel as all of these attendees sit in fear of the man you’re pleasuring beneath the table is indescribable. “Va a fartate fottere!” With an angry wave of his hand, everyone stands to exit, including yourself but he immediately coaxes you back into your seat and you can tell he’s pleased with how you’ve played your part.

Soon, the two of you are alone and he claws at you, desperately needing you closer. You squeeze his length again and he hisses, baring sharp teeth as his hips buck against your hand. Terzo has you nearly on the arm of his chair, having one of his arms slipped around your waist while his other hand starts to work up his chasuble.

“No. No.” You press your hand down firmly in his lap and he groans, letting it fall and slinking back next to you.

“Bossy today, eh?” Terzo purrs and tilts his head up to look at you, his lips wet and parted with soft sounds spilling from them. You peer down at him and you can’t help but blush at the look on his face and the dark fire that burns in his eyes. Warmth blossoms in your core and you cup him through his chasuble, drawing a deep groan from him. He drags his fingers through his hair, back arching and hips rolling into your touch.

“You love it.” You whisper as you lean down to brush your lips along the bridge of his nose. “Besides, I’m allowed to be bossy after you ruined my tights.” Your mouth hovers above his. Terzo whines, desperate for your lips to connect but you keep yours just far enough away, out of his reach. You adjust your grip on him, his cock fully tented in his chasuble. Your strokes become stronger, confident, the fabric around him providing more friction with each fluid movement. His legs tense and feverish groans pour from his throat, intoxicated by your touch and craving more and more of you. Your touch is firm, greedy even, wanting nothing more than to take him all the way to the precipice as you rub your own thighs together, wetness growing between your legs.

Terzo’s hand snatches the collar of your habit, yanking you down so that he can finally capture your lips. You swallow his urgent moans, his tongue hot in your mouth as you settle your body against his, practically in his lap now straddling his waist and adding another hand to worship his throbbing cock. His body jerks beneath you, giving a rumbling groan against your lips, his nails digging into the fabric of your habit and poking through to scrape at the skin along your chest. Your own hips grind into him once, moving in time with one final stroke as he gives a blistering growl, spilling his seed into his chasuble. Sitting front row for his undoing is enchanting, seeing Papa come apart all from you touching him through his robes is exhilarating. Terzo slumps against you, his head falling into the crook of your neck, feeling the warmth of his gasps.

“I, ah, must repay you with more than just new tights.” He murmurs hotly, followed by a dark chuckle.

You certainly have something in mind.

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Drabble prompt - Jean and flowers

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Post-war Jean + 'Flowers' 179 words. For @onlyymirknows

Sometimes, when it's so quiet that nothing but the rustling of the wind among the treetops meets his ears, he can make himself believe that he is still 15 years old, dashing through the air in his ODM gear, welcoming the breeze on his face, eyes still bright with determination. If there’s a sweet smell lingering in the air, his mind can even conjure up a lush meadow with flowers extending as far as the eye can see. In his memory, there are no titans to slay or run from; that's the kind of luxury he can grant himself after the absolute hell they all went through. He's earned it, he thinks. When he opens his eyes, his gaze unfocused and shoulders sagging with a deep exhale, a pressure in his chest makes itself present. Is it weird that he feels nostalgic for a moment in time that didn't exactly exist? Is it selfish to look back on his younger self and wish that kid could experience a fraction of the security and peace of mind he has now?

[f1-disaster-bi]

norrix + backstage hugs

Sorry for the wait anon!

The crowds roar, calling for another encore as Martin grins at them. He waves, tired and sweaty, ready to get out of the spot lights as the next DJ takes their place after greeting him. Despite the calls of his name, Martin ducks out into the wings and lets out a relieved sigh. He loved doing this. It was everything he dreamed of but the last two weeks had been back to back shows and festivals with rarely a day in between. He was ready for his upcoming break, and not just for the fact that he would time to relax. The real reason he was looking forward to his break was the man standing before him, grinning as he tugged Martin into a tight hug. Lando took all of Martin's weight. He didn't care that Martin was sweaty or gross. He didn't stumble under the weight of Martin relaxing against him. He just held Martin tight, one arm around his waist, the other over Martin's shoulder. Martin's own arms were loose around Lando's middle, hand pressed against his waist and back, and there was no where else that Martin wanted to be but in his arms. "Last set for two weeks", Lando murmurred over the sound of the crowd and the music, lips pressed to Martin's, "You killed it" "And it killed me", Martin laughed, sneakily kissing Lando's cheek in the dark of the backstage before he pulled out of the hug slowly, "I'm ready for that break now" Lando was beaming at him. He reached out a hand and wrapped his fingers around Martin's wrist, squeezing softly as a reminder that he was here. "Two weeks, just you and me, baby", Lando grinned, an excited look on his face as he started to drag Martin through the wings and back towards his dressing room, "Just us, and a cabin where no one can find us. I might even out my phone on DND" "Who are you and what have you done with my workaholic boyfriend who checks his work email every five seconds in case theres more data to go over?", Martin teased, letting Lando tug him into his dressing room where he could see their bags were already packed and ready for them to disappear back to the hotel before their flight in the morning. "Still me", Lando rolled his eyes, a slight blush on his cheeks, "Just a me who wants to spend the next week doing nothing but cuddling with his boyfriend" "You're so cute", Martin smiled as he leaned into kiss him softly, "I can't wait"

[gimmethatagustd]

If you're still doing the word and number/song game.... how about the word Gentleman😏.

And song number 25 (and Yoongi ofcourse... it is always Yoongi🫠)

i was genuinely shocked that i found gentleman in any of my wips

Like a true gentleman, he let you ride out the wave squeezing him however hard you needed to until you collapsed back onto the bed.

Eat it, eat it 'til you break a sweat / Lick it all, give your all 'til you outta breath (Ah) / Eat it, eat it, eat it 'til I cum / Gimme some, gimme some 'til I'm goin' dumb

» pairing: dom!yoongi x sub!reader

» genre: BTS | 18+ | established relationship | pwp | smut

» wc/date: 1.3k | January 2023

» warnings: bondage (tied wrists and ankles with rope, but that's it) | yoongi's tongue technology obviously | overstimulation

» notes: lol the song you picked was babydoll by ari abdul, but that's the song i used as inspo for my oneshot, "babydoll", so i'm giving you a different song 😌 i got a little carried away but it's yoongi eating pussy, can you blame me???

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“What safe word do you want to use?” 

“Safe word?” 

“Yes, Y/N,” Yoongi huffs against the side of your neck. He bites down on your shoulder a bit too hard, and you let out a small whine of pain. “What’s your fucking safe word?” 

“Do we actually need one?” 

Yoongi sits back on his knees. The look he’s giving you is deadly. 

You’re a bit concerned by how much it turns you on. 

Your eyes flicker down to the items he’s clutching in his fists - fists he’s clenching because you’re being difficult again. That’s how you ended up here, isn’t it? The more frustrating you were, the more clothes Yoongi ripped off. 

“Yes, we do.” He unravels the black rope, detangling it so you see three strips of equal length. Your stomach twists. “How about the color system? Green for good, yellow as a warning, red for a full stop?” 

You nod. 

“Words. Or I’m leaving.” 

Ice water. That’s what his threat feels like washing down your spine. You don’t like the idea of being sprawled out naked on your bed, all riled up, just to have Yoongi leave. 

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“The color system is okay. We can use that,” you elaborate. It finally satisfies him, and you’re gifted a lip-bruising kiss as a reward for finally cooperating. 

His lips distract you from his hands until you’ve got both arms pulled above your head. Your small sound of surprise is muffled by his tongue slipping inside your mouth, but he eventually pulls away to watch his hands as he ties your wrists to the bed frame. 

“I know you said you were up for exploring anything, but I don’t want to go too hard or too far with you too soon. This type of restraint is pretty vanilla, in my opinion. It’s low-risk, simple.”

Before you can say anything, he’s already at the foot of the bed, using the longer pieces of rope to tie your ankles. The ropes keep your legs spread. You’ve got enough slack to bend your knees, but you can’t close your legs. 

“How do you feel about this?” For a moment, the lust is gone. Yoongi stares up at you from between your legs with a gentleness that has you speechless.

“Y/N, color,” he tries again. 

You blink a few times. “Yes, yes it’s fine. Green. It’s fine.” 

You want him so bad it feels like your pussy is on fire. Your clit is throbbing so uncomfortably from the lack of stimulation, and you can feel your arousal trickle down to your ass. It’s embarrassing, but you can’t close your thighs to stop it. Resting your head back on the pillow so you can stare at the ceiling feels like the best option to hide your embarrassment. You know humiliation can be part of this type of roleplay, but you don’t think Yoongi means to do that. You’re just painfully shy around him sometimes. 

Suddenly, you feel something warm and wet flick across your clit and you cry out, hips bucking up in desperation. You hadn’t even felt Yoongi’s presence between your thighs, but it almost immediately disappeared. 

“Yoongi!” You gasp. 

You don’t get a response other than the feeling of his warm breath on your skin again. The tip of his tongue swirls along the inside of your thigh. 

He takes a bite, tongue swirling your skin again as though he’s soothing you through the pain. Earlier, he’d instructed you not to look at him. It makes everything more exciting; you can’t anticipate what he’s going to do. 

Just when you think he’s moving to repeat his action on your other thigh, Yoongi suddenly returns to your pussy. He laps up your arousal, licking over your entrance. With a pointed tongue, he presses a bit harder against your entrance, the tip of his tongue slipping inside before he removes himself from you again. 

“Ah, fuck, Yoongi. Please, Yoongi, please.” You’re practically crying, hips jerking every time you feel his breath against your skin. You’re frantic and he knows it. 

Licking a stripe up your lower lips, he sucks one side into his mouth, tongue massaging your skin. The slight nibble of his teeth sends goosebumps prickling up your thighs. If your nipples weren’t already hard from Yoongi’s lips on them earlier, they certainly would be now. 

“You’re fucking creamy, baby,” Yoongi groans into your pussy, and there’s something about the gravelly tone of his voice that makes you feel like you’re going to explode. 

His tongue slowly circles your clit a few times before he’s suddenly lapping against it with quick, sharp motions. The point flicks against you over and over again. 

He’s breathing hard; you can feel puffs of his hot breath fade cool against your burning skin. When he pulls away to catch his breath, you can see how his lips and chin practically shine with your arousal. 

He quickly unties your ankles and tosses the ropes to the floor. The quick action has you lifting your head, but a low grunt makes you pause. 

“Don’t you fucking lift your head,” Yoongi commands. 

You swallow down a whimper, yet it’s much harder to follow instructions than you thought. Your head starts to lift immediately. You get a peek of shocking orange hair between your thighs. A stinging slap to your thigh forces your head down. 

“Why don’t you listen? Hm?” His questions are snappy, but the chuckle that rumbles from his throat tells you he’s amused and not angry. 

“I don’t like you bossing me around,” you mumble.

Instead of letting your legs go, he squeezes the backs of your thighs and pushes forward and up, close to lifting your ass off the bed. The new position gives him easier access to your pussy when he props himself up on his elbows. 

“Do you want me to stop?” 

You shake your head, but you’re not sure if he’s looking at you. 

“Still green,” you say with a shaky exhale as Yoongi returns to your pussy. 

Now that he’s got you in this elevated position, it’s clear he’s no longer teasing you. He’s got a goal. The fast, consistent rhythm he adopts as his tongue laps at your clit is proof of that. You’re wet enough that the room fills with the sound of Yoongi’s lips sucking your clit and his tongue drawing circles and zigzags. 

“Ah, ahh, fffuuck, Yoongi, fuck, don’t… don’t stop…” 

You frantically pull against the rope around your wrists. He must have been worried about tying you up too tightly because you’re able to wiggle out of it. Your hands immediately dig into his messy hair. If he’s mad that you freed yourself, he doesn’t make any indication. 

No one has ever managed to get you off by only their tongue. Having a finger or two in the mix is usually what pushes you over the edge, but you’re quickly realizing that Yoongi isn’t like your other partners. 

With a low groan, Yoongi ruts into the mattress; you can feel each subtle thrust make the bed ram into the wall. The precise movements of his tongue, paired with the knowledge that he’s turned on by pleasuring you, are what finally make you cum. The force of it knocks the air out of you; you can’t even manage to moan, only throw your head back in a silent scream as Yoongi continues lapping at your pussy until you’re clean and trembling from overstimulation. 

You let out a long hiss of a sigh when Yoongi eventually pulls away. He lets your legs drop to the side and kneels between them, a smug look on his face. 

“How was it?” He’s a dick for asking and he knows it. 

You open your mouth, but still, nothing comes out. 

“That good, huh?” The smug look intensifies and there’s nothing you can do but try to catch your breath. 

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[asirensrage]

hi lovely! could you please do something soft with Daryl, maybe him reassuring a scared and injured reader? thank you! 💕 love how you write him :)

Awww, thank you, that's so sweet! Especially since I haven't watched or written him in ages (aside from the last one).

You know what I think he'd be like?

"Hey, hey, hey," he looks around quickly before crouching down in front of you. "You alright? What happened? You bit?" "No," you shake your head. "Just...just landed wrong. I thought--I thought you guys left." "Left?" he looks unimpressed that you ever thought that. "We don't leave people behind." He glances to the side again before he moves his crossbow off of his back. He turns so his back is facing you. "Come on, we ain't got a lot of time. Get on." It takes some maneuvering before he stands with you on his back. Your legs wrap around his waist and he uses one hand to help keep you there while he moves. "You're fine," he says as he leads the both of you out of the building. "Just a sprain, yeah? We get out of here, get back, and you'll forget this. Ain't nothing, not when you're alive." "Yeah," you smile even though he can't see it. "Thank you." "Don't need to thank me. Just keep an eye out."

[coffeecat1983]

Drabble request #70 "I can't do this on my own."

For @pixx33

(takes place during the movie)

   The moon rose up over the field of fire flowers and the figure that was sitting up stared at it, wondering if his brother could see it as well. Sighing, Mario slumped back against the tree that the little group had set up camp under. He then turned his attention to the red cap he held in his hands.      "Oh Lu," he muttered sadly. "Please be okay."    Soft, small footsteps came from behind him, drawing him from his thoughts.      "Mario?" Toad's tone was worried. "Can't sleep?" The little mushroom man sat beside him, his face matching his concerned voice. "You said you've been up for two days before we stopped here. Can't you try to sleep?"      "I just can't stop worryin' about Lu."      "I bet he's worried about you, too." Toad folded his arms. "He's probably wonderin' if you're getting any sleep."    Mario couldn't help it, he chuckled faintly. "Yeah, that'd be my lil bro. He'd be askin' me if I wanted anything, do I need to talk," he ran his fingers over the brim of his cap again. "G-Givin' me a big hug, like he always does." his voice trembled. Toad put a caring hand on his friend's arm.      "Like the Princess said, we're gonna get him back."      "Thanks Toad." Mario looked back up towards the moon. "I can't do this on my own."

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