#I don’t have a drabble tag oops

[nohrslittleflower]

The Strongest “Me” I Can Be!

[Elise second anniversary special!] Troubadour and Faith Mastery (wc: 767)

“Really?! You really think I’m ready?!” The little girl gasps excitedly, practically clinging to the top of the little wooden wall as if the moment itself would collapse were she to let go. The adult behind her — required supervision in a place like this, despite any and all insistent claims of independence and capability — nods. “Recent research has shown soldiers to be of more use to Nohr on the battlefield when they are given a mount. With this in mind it is within our best interest you begin learning as soon as possible.” 

Silence. Despite offering numerous seconds to let the answer sink in, the explanation is met only with the child’s blank stare. Her supervisor sighs. “Yes. You are old enough.”

A squeal cuts through the silence, multiple animals throughout the stable reeling back at the sound; the girl too excited to notice. Her attention is already locked onto the one on the other side of the wall. One whose temperament had been specifically chosen as something to not be startled by such things, unbeknownst to her.

“Hi there! I’m Elise!” Small child beams down at the equivalent-small-for-it’s-species creature, giggling as her new friend gently sniffs at her now outstretched hand. “Hm… you need a name, too, don’t you? How about…” 

The little girl hums for a moment, clearly thinking through this very serious and very important decision. “Muffin! Yeah! You’re Muffin!” ‘Muffin’ pushes his snout into her hand in response, which the girl takes a sign of approval. Her smile widens all the more, swiftly wrapping her arms around his neck, completely oblivious for any potential judgment that may or may not be occurring behind her. 

“You hear that, Muffin? We’re gonna be the bestest of friends from here on out! Forever and ever, hehe! Okay?”

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.

.

It’s strange how similar it feels now, opening the stable door. The location is different. The context is different. They are different. Yet the joy she feels upon seeing her fuzzy friend’s head peek up over the stall to greet her is the same as ever. 

“Muffin!” Elise lights up at the familiar sight, sprinting to the stall and flinging open the door. As ever, slightly startling all but Muffin with her abrupt actions, to whom she greets with the usual pets and treat. As he deserves, of course. He knows what the correct answer is when she asks ‘who’s a good horsey’.

“Guess what?”Removing her hands from Muffin’s head, she swivels around to the bag on her side. Strategically placed so Muffin wouldn’t stick his head into it in search of more treats, though that doesn’t stop him from trying to sniff around it. 

Unfortunately for Muffin, what she pulls out is not another snack, but instead a paper, large number front and center, circled in red.“You’re looking at a girl who got one hundred percent on her exam! Hehe!” The horse snorts, shaking his head and stomping his hoof on the ground as the paper is shoved in his face (a respectful distance away, of course). A response to which Elise can’t help but giggle. “I know, right?! Everyone’s gonna be so impressed! Elise — master of healing! Conquerer of ALL the academy’s faith classes! Hehe… ha…”

Laughter trails off into nothingness, something about her own words bringing her to a sudden realization. There are no more classes for healing magic. She’s taken them all. She doesn’t have to sign up for another one, spend hours forcing herself to try to study, nothing. She’s done.

Why does it feel like she should be happier about this than she is? She’s happy, sure, but it’s the same happiness it always is when she gets a good grade; a joy in knowing her siblings will be happy to hear she’s done well once she shows them. But that’s… all it is. It isn’t different. Why doesn’t it feel different? She reached her ultimate goal! She achieved everything she’s been striving for since she was a little kid — became everything she wished she could’ve been during the war! This should feel special — make her feel complete or something, shouldn’t it? She’s been working towards this her whole life! She…

She doesn’t have a plan beyond this.

The girl slumps down onto the ground, the feeling of the large and warm body coming to rest just behind her offering the slightest bit of comfort — yet also none at all. She leans back against the warmth, staring upwards at nothing in particular. Somehow that makes it worse.

“What am I supposed to do now..?”

[spencerreidenjoyer]

let you lock me down (tonight) | spencer reid x reader

You'd never really thought about having kids, but Spencer just might change your mind.

wc: 600, rating: explicit/18+

tags: breeding kink (this is the whole premise of the fic. oops?), talk of having kids/pregnancy, established relationship, fem!reader, set in s10-11

a/n: no reason for this other than the fact that sabrina carpenter's juno is one of my fav songs off the short n' sweet album. also i was probably ovulating when i started this drabble sorryyyy

You know Spencer had wanted kids since you first got together.

It hadn’t come up until a few dates in, where Spencer had been a little late to dinner because he was helping to watch over his colleague’s kid. He’d talked for half the night about how much he adored her kid as his godfather, with his colleague having a second one on the way, and how he wanted to be a dad someday.

You would’ve found it more creepy if you weren’t extremely endeared. Spencer was undeniably loving, caring, and impossibly sweet, and dating him was easy. Being with Spencer is easy. You get him, and he gets you.

You know Spencer wants kids, and that’s why when you mention it you’re not surprised by how he reacts.

It just happens to be in the middle of sex.

“Fuck, baby,” you giggle, Spencer being extremely eager as he pushes into you. “You’re so needy. It’s like you wanna put a baby in me.” 

Spencer chokes, his hips stuttering at your filthy words, and it just pushes him deeper into your tightness. “Oh, my God.”

“Does that sound good? You filling me up with your cum until it takes?” you moan, as Spencer rolls his hips into you. It shoves his thick cock deeper inside of you, bullying his way past your tight walls. 

“You make me sound like an animal,” Spencer complains, but his breathlessness tells you that he’s into it. He’s still fucking into you – hard, eager, desperate.

“You could fuck me like an animal,” you swoon, just a little, rather pleased with yourself and the fact that Spencer is so into this, so into you. “Wanna claim me as yours?”

Spencer laughs, shaking his head. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“Not before you get me pregnant,” you tease, waggling your eyebrows. “Come on, you know you want to.”

”You are literally insane,” Spencer says, stilling his hips. They’re pressed flush against you, but he looks down at you sternly. “Are you being serious right now?”

You purse your lips, considering Spencer’s own concerned look. “Kind of?”

”Kind of?” Spencer parrots back. “Be more specific.”

”Maybe I just wanna enable your breeding kink,” you smirk, locking your legs around Spencer’s waist. The movement pushes him inside of you a little deeper, and he whines. 

Spencer rolls his eyes, half exasperated and half endeared. “I don’t have a breeding kink.”

“You do, baby,” you giggle. “And getting pregnant wouldn’t be so bad.”

Spencer’s eyes are so wide they look like they could pop out of his skull. “You– You can’t just say things like that! And we are not having a conversation about family planning while I’m inside of you.”

”Now would be the perfect time to talk about having kids,” you offer, but Spencer glares at you.

Smiling, you wriggle your hips just to get a rise out of Spencer. It works, you note, as he whimpers with the movement. ”Okay, so after you’re done with me?” 

“We’ve only been dating for three months,” Spencer says, furrowing his brows. 

“I know,” you nod. “And I mean it. You— You make me want to. Consider kids, I mean.”

Spencer sighs, but you see the way his eyes soften, hear the warmth in his voice as he tries to seem normal and calm about all of this. “Okay. I’ll make you cum and then we can talk about kids.”

“Aww. How romantic,” you say, as Spencer leans forward to kiss you again, and to fuck you again.

While you’d never seriously thought about having kids, Spencer is certainly making you reconsider.

[bonny-kookoo]

Hey Bonny!! I saw you wanted to play a game, so how does this sound for a drabble? Dragon! Yoongi (or Kookie since I know he's your guy) x Fairy! Reader?? Idk if you've written fairies before, but I know you've done dragons! 💜🤍

I have a dragon kook x fairy reader on my patreon as early access, so I'll make this one yoongi!

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Yoongi

Hidden in the woods

Dragons are rather social creatures- but when a young Dragonblood named Yoongi fails to find a partner while all his friends and family have moved way past those events already, he isolates himself, believing he might just be destined to be a loner. But maybe, he was just impatient.

Tags/Warnings: Dragon hybrid!Yoongi, Fairy!Reader, strangers to ???, reader is described as short oops, SFW

Wordcount: 1.6k (it was supposed to be a Drabble... oops)

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“You rarely visit these days.”

His mothers words still echo in his mind as he tries to find a new composition on his piano that doesn’t sound like everything he’s already put out. Of course he hasn’t visited- with his brother’s twins constantly around, he’s always reminded of how far ahead everyone around him is, while he’s yet to find his first real love. He’s thirty, for god’s sake- and yet all he has is his house, a stable career as a musician, and a lot on his mind.

All his friends are married. Some have kids, others are busy preparing for the day they’ll have them. He feels out of place.

Yoongi has made peace with the fact that he’ll be the uncle to all of them, the one guy who never really seems to be happy about anything, never has a family of his own. It’s alright.

He sighs, loudly, gripping his hair for a second in frustration. This is stupid- why is he having an artist’s block right now of all times? People are waiting for something new, especially after he’s already taken a break to help his creativity. And yet, it did nothing- except for giving him a little bit more room to breathe and most of all move out of his apartment and into his new house near the woods. It’s nice here- about half an hour away from the bustling neon city he’s used to after years of living there, and also a bit more distance from his family and friends. A newfound excuse for when they ask him once more where he’s been.

The doorbell rings, attracting his attention. He’s not awaiting any guests or packages- who could it be?

Via the camera installed he can see that there’s a person he doesn’t know at the door- you're rather short, but visibly curious, looking around for any signs of life inside his home, and for a short moment, he sees them;

Delicate little slightly translucent wings. Pointy ears, tilted a bit downwards.

A fairy.

As he opens the door, you seem startled for a second or two, taking a step back, before you speak. “Oh, hello!” You greet him. “I was just about to ask- do you have uh.. Jungkook’s number?” You wonder, and he becomes hostile, crossing his arms. “A coworker of mine, Jimin, said you have it. I’m sorry I’m just, you know, showing up here like that-”

The door closes. But despite what he was expecting, you just ring the doorbell again- and again, until he opens.

“Okay, as I was trying to explain before you so rudely interrupted me-” You tease a little, arms now crossed as well as your wings flap around a bit. “-tell him at least that I need his help fixing my washing machine. He broke it and left the crime scene for me to find, and that’s, pardon my language-” You lean in a bit as if you’re about to tell Yoongi something secret, “-pretty crappy behavior.”

Yoongi stares you down for a moment, before he speaks.

“That’s it?” He asks, and you nod. “Why don’t you ask Jimin for Jungkook’s number?” He wonders, not entirely convinced. Jungkook is pretty much a magnet for people no matter what gender, and the worst part about it is that many if not most always try and get to him through Yoongi.

No one’s ever interested in him. Only his friends, or the things he can provide.

“Cause Jimin doesn’t have it either!” You whine, stomping your leg on the ground in agony. “Listen, I don’t know how to fix it and my bathroom smells like a laundromat already, my coffee machine is also broken and my script has been rejected for the third time, I really need some good news. Please?” You ask, and Yoongi contemplates.

“What if I fix it?” He asks, and your eyes begin to sparkle, wings lifting to flutter in excitement. It’s like in this very moment, he can hear the keys of his piano chime, creating a new piece in his mind.

“You can?!” You ask, stepping closer.

“Probably. Where do you even live?” He asks, before you point towards the woods.

“I live in the woods, pretty much. It’s not that far.” You say, and Yoongi sighs, looking back inside his house. It’s not like he’s going to get anything done either way, so who cares? It might take his mind off of things for a moment or two-

So a few hours later, he’s in your house, enjoying some hot coffee from your machine, which he’d fixed as well while he was at it. Well, fixed is a strong word- he pretty much just explained how it properly worked to you. It was working just fine- you just lost the manual and couldn’t figure it out on your own.

“I always thought dragons were scarier.” You say suddenly, opening a pack of cookies to put in the middle of your wooden coffee table. “You’re really nice. Tall, and a bit gloomy looking, but very nice.” You say, sitting down on the couch next to him, legs pulled up towards you.

He’s noticed something glittering all over the small house- like sparkling glitter, but much finer, and barely noticeable. Looking closer to his pants, he notices it there as well- and even after a brush with his hand, it sticks to his fingers now.

“Oh- I’m sorry! It keeps getting everywhere, especially now.. Wait- I have like, a plastic thing-” You hurry, getting up to search for something in a drawer close by your TV. “Ah, there!” You say, giving him the lint-roller. “It’s one designed for fairy dust. I’m sorry, I should’ve thought about that..” You say, but for some odd reason, he declines.

“It’s fine.” He denies. “Doesn’t bother me.” he tells you, and again, you look at him like he’s just told you the earth is flat after all.

but it truly doesn’t bother him. It would, technically, if he was anywhere else. But right now, in this moment, he couldn’t be any more indifferent towards the ‘mess’ you leave sticking to his clothes and skin.

As soon as he’s back home, the sight of your sparkling smile is still in his mind, as his feet almost automatically move towards his piano, where he sits down, and presses a record button to play something new. The melody has been stuck on repeat in his head the entire way back home through the thick snow, like his imagination was finally finding color again.

But it’s different from what he usually creates.

This piece is playful almost, intriguing. It’s a little hesitant, like someone holding back a thought itself just to not indulge too much in a fantasy they’re already creating in their mind. Fluttering notes interrupt these parts however, sneaking in with excitement and curiosity, trying their best to convince the player to let themselves go.

And Yoongi does, as he finishes the piece, and leans back in his chair, recording finished before his phone chimes with a message.

“You left your scarf at my place!” Is what you tell him.

“I’ll get it tomorrow.” He texts you back.

“I could make us dinner?” You question.

He contemplates, finger hovering over the virtual keyboard of his phone, before he begins to write his answer. Fluttering touches of his fingers moving with a hint of excitement, fine fairy dust on the skin of his hands shimmering in the setting sun dipping everything in a golden glow.

“I’d love that.”

[chiwhorei]

ʚ Bʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ Kɴᴏᴡs Bᴇsᴛ ɞ

╰┈➤ Big Bro!Yuji Itadori x lil sis!reader

╰┈➤ Request: “pretty please with cherry on top write smth with big brother yuji x hardcore rape or smth,”

╰┈➤ Tags: college/no curses, no edit, short-form, drabble, NSFW, dark, incest, drinking, noncon, good guy Yuji

Yuji is the sweetest big brother.

He dotes on you at every turn, especially since you picked the same university as your big brother. Yuji was so proud when you told him. Your brother walks you to your morning classes and back to your dorm every day. Yuji insists on carrying your backpack and any stray books you need to lug around. Being a freshman is hard, every gen-ed has a textbook that could double as a brick, and Yuji doesn’t want his perfect little sister to lift a finger when he deems it unnecessary.

Your brother also makes sure you have plenty of fun, that’s what these years are for right? He brings you to all of the upperclassman parties and drives you and your girlfriends home safe. Yuji doesn’t care much for drinking anyway, it’s more fun watching you in this brand new- and kinda scary- environment. Plus, if some guy thinks it wise to come up to you while you and your friends are having fun, Yuji needs to be sharp so he can punch him through a wall.

You’ll never forget the first party your brother ever brought you to, a waisted frat boy spilled his drink down the front of your dress. “Oops,” was his apology, “guess you’ll have to take it off.” Yuji reacted so fast, the last of the drunken strangers words got clipped by the sound of his teeth chipping.

Your heart races at just the memory, the flash of unmistakable rage melting from your brother’s face almost immediately when his attention turned back to you. Shushing you, brushing hair from your face and doing a once over to ensure you hadn’t caught stray droplets of that poor fuckers blood.

It’s not that Yuji’s clueless, he knows that bringing a cute little freshman to the big-kid parties will garner some unfavorable attention. It all evens out, though, when he gets to watch the liquor as it flushes your face and pulls at the hem of your already-too-short dress.

You get so needy after just a few drinks- needy for attention, needy for a dancing partner, needy for another red cup of fruity liquor. And your brother is always there to help.

That’s what he’s made for, Yuji thinks, to be all the things you need. So when the parties start getting slow and you’ve about reached you limit of alcohol before things start getting fuzzy, Yuji’s right there to offer you a steady arm and one last drink.

“I think,” you hiccup, “I think I’m drunk. Like- really drunk.” You extend your vowels in a way that definitely proves you point as Yuji sits you in the passenger seat of his car. You don’t have to tell him, he knows. He’s the one that refills your cup as soon as it’s empty.

You don’t notice where Yuji’s sitting you down until you’re falling back into the mattress. You fist the comforter at your sides, you’re not in your dorm room, you’re in your brother’s apartment.

“Did you have fun tonight?” Your vision is bleary and unable to focus, but you can see the outline of your brother above you. Yuji busies himself with the straps of your heels, but isn’t holding his breath for you to respond.

His hands feel detached as they settle behind your knees, like the skin he’s touching isn’t your own. Your limbs are deadweight, but Yuji is inexplicably strong and pushes your legs up to your chest. The tight dress you wore tonight falls at the front and your tits spill into view.

Yuji takes a moment to enjoy the sight of you in his bed, dress scrunched around your waist and panties long gone. Wait- where did your panties go? You don’t remember taking them off.

“W-wait Yuji, what’s- what’s going on?” The liquor sloshes in your head when your cheek falls to one side, it’s taking too much energy to keep up.

“Don’t worry, baby, I’m going to make you feel good. You trust your big brother right?” And you nod, because of course you do. In times where you can’t think straight, Yuji can do it for you.

A mess of pink hair tickles the inside of your thighs, and a wet-hot tongue is licking long stripes into your pussy. You squeal on contact, and a low groan rips from your brother’s throat.

“Such a sweet little girl.” He whispers into your lips, punctuating with an open-mouth kiss to you clit. He could lick at you like this forever, leave the strain in his jeans to drain all the blood in his head just so he doesn’t have to stop fucking his tongue into you.

“Want you, want you Yuji..” you’re words paw at him, pulling him up to meet your face. He’s got his weeping cock in his fist before you can say another word.

He’ll fuck you into his mattress all night, pump you full of cum, throw you through drunken, dizzy orgasms until your little body goes into tremors.

Because you get whatever you want when it comes to Yuji, because that’s what big brothers are for.

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❥ ᴄʜɪᴡʜᴏʀᴇɪ.2023©️ ᴀʟʟ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢs ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ. Dᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ ᴏʀ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛ.

[creepling]

Hi, I was wondering if you’d be willing to write a ssktjl Barry x reader, where they're both members of the league and are both under the control of Brainiac, they end up being super lovely dovely and affectionate to each other, whilst simultaneously kicking the suicide squads ass.

It's completely ok if you don't want to write for him, or you're not interested in the prompt.

Hope you're having a good morning/ afternoon/ night.

Xx

eee anon sadly i’m only really writing digger for ssktjl (brainrot and all that) and idk if i can do barry justice😭 other than the flash movie this is the second time i’ve seen him in something so i’d need to watch more of the movies to try my hand at him. but i don’t want to leave you empty handed and i really like your request, so i wrote a little drabble!! sorry it’s not much but i hope you like it<33

tags: gn!reader x brainiac!flash. alludes to reader having super strength but can be read as enough to pin someone down, ment of killing.

“Well, well look what the psyche ward dragged in. What do ya say, honey, shall we put them out their misery?” You snark, your eyes glowing a dark, sinister purple. You’re not anything like the citizens of Metropolis remember you as, a caring superhero willing to risk your life to save others. On this day, you were out for blood.

“No, let’s have some fun first! You take the first pick,” Barry smirks, caressing your cheek. The Suicide Squad exchange puzzled looks.

“I thought they were brainwashed, how the hell are they still in love!?” Harley proclaims. Her eyes flash with shock at the sight of you charging towards her, grunting as you pin her to the ground with just the pin of your foot.

“Love always prevails,” you chuckle, “Oops, I think love is a touchy subject for you, let’s talk about something else!”

You whistle in command, and Barry moves at the speed of light, smacking the spare three squad members in the face until they collapse in pain. He stops right beside you, kissing your cheek, before shooting off to confiscate their weapons.

“If you wanna kill us, just do it already,” Deadshot spits.

“Oh, we’re going to take our time with you, then we’ll kill you,” Barry says, eyes glazing dark.

“Oh, I love you,” You sigh, admiring your true love among the chaos.

“I love you too, sweetie.”

[girl-named-matty]

Freckles - Life at Hogwarts

synopsis ✧ Warmer weather has finally started to roll around Hogwarts after several months of cold and gloom. And the Hogwarts students take to the outside to enjoy it.

tags ✧ Fluff, compliments, silliness, we countin' freckles with this one.

word count ✧ 600

a/n ✧ This is literally just a 600 word drabble I wrote in my notebook during class when i was bored lol. But I figured I should share anyway! Short but sweet xoxo.

Tagging ✧ @light-of-the-room, @leaping-toadstool-caps, & @ravenwind-75.

Saturdays were among some of the favorites for the students of Hogwarts. No school, no homework, just a day to sit back and relax without much stress.

With summer on the rise, the weather became much warmer, making it much more enjoyable to be outside. Sebastian and Matty, of course, wanted to take advantage of the nice, sunny day. After several months of general gloom and coldness, they were excited to just be able to relax in the nice weather.

Laid out on a blanket, they both relaxed, soaking in the sun that felt wonderfully warm on their skin. But after a bit of silence, Matty wanted something to keep herself occupied.

Sebastian was lying on his back, his arms propping his head up with his eyes closed. He could sense the strong rays of sun beating down on his face—until it suddenly got much darker. He heard the rustling of the blanket under them and the looming presence of someone over him.

He cracked one eye open out of curiosity, wondering what could possibly be going on. And that’s when he saw Matty, hovering over him and looking as concentrated as ever, her blonde curls falling just inches away from his face.

Both eyes then opened. “Matty, what are you doing?” He questioned curiously.

“I’m bored.” Came her simple reply; she seemed unbothered by his question.

“Yes, my love, I picked up on that, but what are you doing?” He asked again with slight humor in his tone.

“I’m counting your freckles.” She answered. Her blue eyes scanned over his features carefully—almost so slowly that you could hardly tell what she was doing.

Sebastian chuckled. “Well, that might take you a lot longer than you think.” He said. “I think I have more than the time we have to spend out here.”

“Well, if you shush, I can concentrate.” She chided. “I’m on the ones around your mouth, and I don’t want to mess up and miscount.”

Sebastian chuckled but quickly went quiet, not wanting to mess her up. Matty had freckles herself, just not nearly as many as Sebastian. Hers were dotted over the top of her cheekbones and across the bridge of her nose. They were cute but much easier to count.

Sebastian, on the other hand, had freckles all over his face, a few dotting his neck, and several on his back, shoulders, and arms as well. But for now, Matty would just focus on his face.

A few minutes in, she shifted to better count on the other side of his face, and the sun began to rain down on his face again. Sebastian opened his eyes, allowing the sun to hit them just right.

“Your eyes are really pretty.” Matty murmured quietly, watching as the light hit his eyes.

“You’re giving out lots of compliments today, dear.” He mused with a smile.

Matty shrugged. “Just stating the obvious.” She replied. “Besides, I heard men that don’t get complimented very often, and you compliment me all the time, so I’m just returning the favor.”

Sebastian looked up at her, grabbing the hand that was hovering over his face and counting the freckles there. “You’re adorable, you know that?” He asked, pressing a kiss to her hand.

“Turning the compliments on me now, huh?” She joked.

“Just stating the obvious.” Sebastian grinned, turning her own words on her.

Matty rolled her eyes. “I love you, you dork, but you messed up my counting.”

Sebastian’s cheeks flushed a light shade of pink—he hadn’t even thought about messing up her count. Now he just felt silly.

“Oops.”

[pwurrz]

yakumo: “i-i don’t have any nicknames for mr. quincy!! that.. that’s- that’s improper!!!”

eiden: “..yakumo, what do bees make?”

yakumo: “honey?”

quincy: “yes, sweet one?”

(i wrote a drabble in the tags oops)

[irisintheafterglow]

heyy hope you're doing well (iykyk).

You know me lol...i got an idea for a fic but my exams are going on and i can't write it myself...like... that scene where gojo is panting? everyone relates it to well....but for me, i always feel a little hurt. i just wanna hug him and let him lean his weight on me as he catches his breath while i caresses his head cuz LOOK AT HIM! HE'S EXHAUSTED! MY MAN DESERVES A BREAK!!

Anyways so that's what i was thinking lol....a fic where (for the sake of my sanity) he gets a break and leans on the reader on the floor while catching his breath as the reader holds him close... it's okay if you can't do it though i just hope we all recover from the trauma that we call jujutsu kaisen. amen 🙏 😭

the stakes are high, the water's rough, but this love is ours

wc: 0.44k

cw/tags: swearing, angst if you squint real hard, pet names (baby, angel), just loving satoru things

note: you're literally so right i think all my problems would be solved if i could just hold him for a second and let him breathe because GEGE WHEN I FUCKING CATCH YOU- anyways hope you like this, it's just a drabble because i felt like getting straight to the point without exposition oops. enjoy!

likes, reblogs, and replies are always appreciated <;3 gege you will pay for my therapy

Your back collides with cold, grimey tile as you slide onto the floor in the corner of the subway stop. You stopped counting the number of Curses you’d exorcized a long time ago, but you knew it was a large enough number to have your body physically depleted. Your eyes shut from sheer exhaustion as you continue to steady your rapid breathing and you sense him collapse on the floor next to you. You don’t open your eyes, even when his forehead falls onto your shoulder and you can feel his heavy exhales through your clothes. Somewhere in the dim fluorescent lights, his right hand grabs your left, holding it tightly as he grounds himself in your presence. 

“Fuck, I’m so fucking tired,” he mutters against your body. Like clockwork, your fight-or-flight response starts to recede now that he’s here. You’re always safe when he’s here. “I’m so, so tired.”

“I know, baby. I know.” 

“Are you okay? Are you safe?”

“I’m safe, ‘toru. Even more so now that you’re here. Just rest.” The familiar feeling of Infinity extending itself to envelop you sends goosebumps on your skin; it was like his technique knew to cover you from sheer instinct after doing it so many times. Whether he knows it or not, he slowly starts to completely slump against you and you let him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders while his head fits snugly under your chin. His body continues to melt into you when you rub his back without him asking and sighing when your fingers comb through his hair. If Nanami or Yaga saw you two curled up on the dirty floor, neglecting your duties of slaying Curses, they’d have a field day. But, as of now, the only people in the green-tinted underground were you and Satoru. 

“We gotta get back out there,” he groans and you tighten your grip on his shoulders ever so slightly to pull him back to you. You didn’t want him to go yet, and it seemed like he didn’t want to, either. The universe allowed Satoru very limited moments to catch his breath and you damn sure weren’t going to let him rush into danger again so quickly. 

“Give yourself a few more seconds to just breathe, please. No one’s gonna hurt us right now,” you murmur into his hair. “I won’t let them.” He huffs out half a laugh at the irony, at your promise to protect the one who’s supposed to be guarding everyone else.

“Thank you, angel. Just give me a little longer and I’ll get up.”

“Take all the time you need; I’ll stay here forever if you need me.”

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[mlm-writer]

A Shag Will Do (John Constantine x M!Reader)

Pairing: Fake!Professor!John Constantine (LoT ver.) x Student!Cis!Male!Reader Rating: Mature Words: 461 POV: Second Summary: The Big Tober Day 17 - Love at first sight Note: Oops it is a drabble. Sequel to this work. Tags: reader is a college/uni student and it shows, flashback & nsfw mentions

Whatever was happening out there, you had already decided that it was not your problem. You should be worried about the midterms like every other student, but instead here you were, past midnight, hiding underneath a desk. A drop of your cum on the floor next to you glistened in the green light that slipped through the blinds of the room you were stashed away in. Outside of it was your not-real professor fighting with a demon or whatever it was he said the thing you witnessed was. Demon checked out. What still perplexed you was that Constantine could apparently use your cum to defeat it. Ridiculous. 

“That’s good stuff you got there, lad. If I don’t die, you should put a load of that inside me, ey?”

The wink that accompanied that sentence turned your face crimson thinking about it. You thought back about the first day you saw John Constantine. First lecture of the year and there he was standing in front of the lecture hall, rattling on in his dirty trenchcoat about something you were not sure how it was related to your major. 

Your keyboard made that satisfying sound as you still took your notes diligently. After yet another sentence, you looked over the top of your laptop, eyes directly meeting and maybe that was when it really hit you how hot he was. The rest of the lecture was just imagining running your hands through that messy hair and feeling that beard rub against your cheek. Back then you had reprimanded yourself for even thinking such a thing about an educator. Now, however, you had free reign with those emotions you had repressed before and they all hit you like a train. 

The door opened and your whole body jump started into fight or flight mode. Fortunately, there was no demon, just a fake professor covered in green goop. You crawled out of your hiding spot and strode over to him with a confidence that must have been fuelled by those seven energy drinks you had earlier. You grabbed the dirty lapels of the trenchcoat and pulled John into a kiss, immediately regretting it as you found out that the green gunk was horrid. You gagged and coughed while you turned your head away from him, eventually doubling over as you tried to breathe through the experience of getting demon goo in your mouth. 

“Didn’t even give me time to warn you. Want to shag me that bad, huh?” John chuckled as he hit you on your back. He was wrong; it was not about getting your dick wet, but you had a feeling John Constantine was allergic to feelings. For now, a ‘shag’ would have to do and perhaps one day… you could be honest. 

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[nohrslittleflower]

attention; or lack thereof,

Cute little ball drabble? Wrong. Pipe bomb.

Growing up, Elise had only ever wanted one thing.

She runs through the castle halls, giggling as ever, throwing the door to her mother’s room open eagerly. Her mouth opens, hands lifted to present her mother with her newest creation, but not even air escapes before she’s halted. “Elise, please. My head…” Her mother winces, and her eagerness fades. 

“O-Oh. Sorry, mother…” Her smile falls to an expression of guilt, and her hands lower alongside, gift still clasped tightly within them. Though the momentary glint of the gift from its second in the light doesn’t go unnoticed by her mother, who sits up to mention it. “Is that a necklace?”Elise lights up once more, scrambling over to her mother’s bedside so that her mother can take the carefully crafted necklace from her hands. “Y-Yeah! I made—“ “It’s from King Garon, isn’t it?”

Her mother hums, snatching the necklace from her hands and holding it up to the light as she watches the reflection off of each and every one of the mismatched gems, each chosen without an overall symmetry in mind. Only chosen because the little princess had thought her mother might like them. “Hm. Not the prettiest thing, but it’s that thought that counts. And that means he was thinking of me! Oh, Elise, isn’t it wonderful? He does care!”

She feels like she’s been punched. But at least her mother is in a good mood! That’s what matters! Maybe she’ll feel well enough to listen, just for a minute...! “So… since I delivered it, can you play with me? I thought of this great new game— you wouldn’t even have to get out of bed! We can just—“

“Later, Elise.” But later never comes.

“I don’t feel well today, Elise.” But she says that every day.

She tries to be understanding. She knows her mother is sick, it’s not her fault. So all she can do is try. Try to help. Try to get her mother everything she can think she might need before even the nurses can, hoping only to hear a semblance of ‘good job, Elise’. Try to be a constant source of positivity, to cheer her up, so her mother doesn’t feel any worse.

Try to learn healing magic, in hopes that maybe, just maybe she’ll be good enough one day to heal her mother.

And maybe, just maybe, she’ll tell her she’s proud of her.

She looks down, backing away from her mother’s bedside. It’s stupid to cry over this. It doesn’t matter. She just doesn’t feel good, it’s not her fault. She can try again tomorrow. “…okay…” The door clicks shut.

When the day comes that her mother weakens to the point of no return, when she’s finally allowed close enough for long enough to hold her mother’s hand. Something she’d hoped for for so long, yet now that she has it a choked sob of “Mother….” Is all she can manage. A silent plea of ‘look at me’, of ‘pay attention to me’. A silent cry of ‘love me’. 

Her mother’s voice speaks, quietly and weakly, but Elise hears it as clearly as if it were the loudest scream. “…where’s…” The princess’s head perks up, eyes filled with the light of hope that flickers to life in her heart. ‘My baby’? ‘My daughter’? ‘My princess’? ‘Elise’? “…King Garon…?”

Her mother’s hand falls limp in her grasp. She’s shoved aside by all manner of adults the moment it happens, none taking even a moment to notice the silent tears of the little girl beside them. 

Growing up, all Elise had ever wanted was her mother’s attention.

But she’d never have it.

[anincompletelist]

wip wednesday :D

hi all! thank you always to @kiwiana-writes @firstsprinces @firenati0n @matherines @read-and-write- for the lovely tags! today has been a busy day so I'm doing this backwards this time -- gonna post mine so it's not sitting on my mental to-do list and then DEVOUR what ya'll have to say! I'm so glad everyone's doing the word search game as well! <3

this is from part two of this fic, in which dom!alex (hopefully) lives up to the hype ksjdskjhdkh

below the cut since it is definitely sort of implied nsfw oops enjoy and Please Do Not Perceive Me, thanks!

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The day passes like that — monotonous vignettes interrupted by vivid snapshots, just enough to keep him invested when his mind wanders to other things. It’s the sound of his text tone when Alex checks in every hour, the press of his key to Henry’s sternum, the leather watch wrapped around his wrist, the kit he uses to clean Alex’s boots on the shelf near the door. 

He manages to get two solid hours of work in before he’s too distracted to input the numbers properly anymore, but he figures he has good reason. When his phone pings this time he’s expecting another message from Alex checking in to see if he’s doing alright, but he’s only half correct. 

The text is from Alex, but it reads instead: 

Stop what you’re doing and open yourself up for me.  Don’t touch yourself any more than what’s necessary.

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I haven't been on much at all today so I need to catch up on the tags and who all has posted SO if you've already shared PLEASE tag me under it so I can read! (I know I'm tagging some of you double here and that you've already tagged me for this but I'm trying to get a feel for if this is a good taglist or not kjshdkjhs)

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[sugarplums-atnite]

Hi, you might have known me as @bnb-atnite

I nuked my main blog. Sadly I made a quick decision and didn’t save any of my fics from my kink side blog. But I’m open for business again! Within reason because I know I had deserted and then shit happened blah blah anyways you can see me on main @deadonyouraccount

I’m into feeding and wg kink and do like to froth about it and used to write a lot! So dipping my toes back in but I’m busy, keep that in mind💜

Please understand this is a kink blog and that it can be triggering, but I try to tag and label as much as possible. So if your fav is suddenly in my kinkery, sorry, don’t read pls!

Who do I write for?

Bucky Barnes: xreader, Steve Rogers, Zemo

Aegon II Targaryen: xreader, Aemond, Criston, Helaena, probably anyone HAHAAHAH

Criston Cole: xreader, Gwayne Hightower

Other: I am pretty open when it comes to male characters in ASOIAF universe. I don’t write for female feedee’s (maybe one day tbc)

What do I like and don’t?

Do: M/M, M/F, threesomes, stuffing, rapid wg, weight endcap 400-500, SFW/NSFW, stuckage, caretaking, breaking clothes or furniture oops, belly aches, degradation, body worship, humiliation, size difference, some burping, feminization.

Don’t: Slob, squick, any body fluids, very obese, any actual hurtful shaming

What to ask?

💜I like to categorize between chubby and fat💜

-Thoughts

-Drabbles

-Headcanons

-I make no guarantees but occasionally I may see something and do a short fic :)

[rainbow-flavoured-skittles]

incompete drabble from the we're all dead here au that will probably never be finished. I was going to add a lot more but lost motivation and my wip list is kinda full right now so :/

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Lloyd was a strange child. That was a fact of life. Nobody was quite sure how exactly he was strange, but he simply was. The sky was blue, the ocean was salty, Lloyd was a strange child. 

Lloyd himself knew this as well. He did not enjoy talking to his peers at school, instead wandering around on his own during recess and looking at things that caught his interest, such as a particularly large beetle, or a bright red maple leaf, or the little ants that marched along the pavement. The teachers would look at him and tell him to go make some friends, to which he would say “no thanks,”and walk away.

On this day, a lovely August afternoon, Lloyd was running through the park away from his cousin Morro, who had been given the task of watching him for a few hours.

“You’ll never catch me!” Lloyd yelled. He ran past an old lady walking her dog, nearly knocking her over in the process, and slammed into a bench.

“Whoah, kid, you okay?” A voice asked. Oops, Lloyd thought. He must have bumped into some innocent person who’d been sitting on the bench. 

“Sorry, sir,” Lloyd said. His head was still spinning from his fall.

Silence, and then some strangled noises. “You can see me?” 

“Huh?” Lloyd looked up at the person. He was older than Lloyd, at least high school age, with spiky brown hair and freckled skin. There were large, angry red marks on his face that resembled burns. And he was transparent and glowing. That was strange.

“Why are you glowing?” Lloyd blurted. Then he regretted it. It was probably rude to ask that sort of question — what if it was a sensitive topic?

The boy laughed. “Because I do,” he said mischievously.

“Are you a ghost?” 

“Yes.”

Lloyd’s eyes widened. “Really?”

“What else would be bright green and glowy?”

“A glow stick?”

The boy hummed. “I’m not sure what a glow stick is, but sure.”

“They’re sticks,” Lloyd told him seriously. “You crack them and then they glow. They come in lots of different colours too.”

“Sounds interesting,” the boy said.

“What’s your name?” Lloyd extended a hand. “Mine is Lloyd.”

The boy smirked. “Kai,” he said.

“Your name is Kai?”

“Yes.”

“That’s a cool name,” Lloyd declared. He had never heard that name before, but it suited this boy.

“LLOYD!” Morro came barrelling up to the two. It had taken him a surprisingly long amount of time to catch up. “You can’t just run off like that.”

“But I wanted to play tag,” Lloyd pouted. “And I made a friend! This is Kai,” he gestured to the older boy.

Morro frowned and looked at Lloyd. “There’s no one there.”

“No, he’s right there!” 

Morro looked over at the bench again. He could not see anything there. But children were known for having active imaginations, so he nodded and said, “well, say goodbye to Kai, then. We have to go home.”

“But I don’t wanna!” Lloyd exclaimed. When else was he going to meet another real, live ghost? Well, perhaps not live, exactly, but still a ghost.

“Listen to your brother, kid,” Kai said.

“He’s not my brother, he’s my cousin,” Lloyd told him.

“Cousin, then. Listen to your cousin, okay?”

“Can I see you again, though?” Lloyd looked at Kai hopefully.

“Sure.”

“Okay,” Lloyd said defeatedly. He grabbed Morro’s hand. “We can go, but only if we come back tomorrow.”

Morro sighed. “Fine.”

“Bye! See you tomorrow!” Lloyd waved at Kai. 

Kai waved back, and the next time Lloyd turned around he was gone.

[thef1diary]

realized I have quite a few new unanswered emoji nonnies in my inbox oops 🫣 if you’re a new emoji anon and I haven’t answered your request (waiting for dirty drabble day and/or currently slowly going through them) don’t fret! if your emoji is newly added (the ones at the bottom) in the tags, faqs & anons linked in my pinned post, I’ve seen your request so feel free to send in more asks! Just clearing it up so you guys don’t have to wait til I answer one of your asks for you to send in another!

[the-blind-assassin-12]

wip wednesday, one week and one day later...

@rulexofxnines tagged me (eight entire days ago) to share the last line of a wip, and I'm SO SORRY it took me literally forever (eight entire days) to respond but here I am, Miss Day Late & Dollar Short herself, with a snippet from something I'm working on for @wannab-urs Hozier song drabble challenge (which is also taking me forever and a day, oops).

Anywho, here she is:

Nevarro’s sun burned bright and hot as Din crossed the crusty stretch of flatlands that separated the town from the Mandalorian encampment. Shifting the crate he carried under one arm, he tilted his head down to where Grogu hopped along beside him, using the Force to propel himself every few steps to accommodate for his father’s much longer stride. The sight, along with the string of happy gurgles and babbles spilling from the kid’s mouth, made a smile sprout beneath the man’s helmet.  “It’s good to be back, isn’t it buddy?”  Grogu looked up at him and squealed happily, nodding and pointing one clawed finger at the semi-permanent settlement that grew closer with every step they took.  Din chuckled. “I’m sure your friends will be happy to see you again, too.”  That response sent the kid bouncing with excitement, hopping high enough so that he could fit in a flip before touching down again, the rondel and small pauldron he wore clinging together like chimes with his motion.  “Go ahead,” Din urged him, jutting his chin out in front of him. “You don’t have to wait for me. I’ll be right behind -” But the child was gone before the last word left his lips. He sighed and shook his head in amusement. “-You.” He watched through the tinted screen of his visor as Grogu darted towards the sparring grounds, no doubt in search of Ragnar.  

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[redwayfarers]

wip whenever

i was tagged by @lilas and @lavampira!! ty for the tag frens <3 this week has been really busy and i haven't written, but the first chill day i have my inspiration starts flowing. i wanted to write about nika's hookups/casual relationships for a while now, and today's inspo roulette was hilda, so we get a nika and hilda drabble. i think their dynamic is so fun to write actually.

also i'm still figuring out how to write her dialogue, oop

“How was that, Mr. Sharpshooter?” Hilda laughs. “You were paying such attention.”  “Do you want me to open a dictionary and find synonyms for 'good’?” Nika shakes his head. “I don’t think you really need my opinion.”  “I do. You’re the big, bad Warrior of Light, and me, I’m a mongrel from the Brume. If ya put in a good word for me with your blue-blooded friends, I’d be the next Archbishop.”  “You’re grossly overestimating my influence. Or maybe my liking of them.” Nika makes a face. “I wanna shoot half of them in the face. Member of the Heavensward, off you go. Annoying asshole, off you go. That’s a solid chunk of Ishgard’s nobility.” Not Artoirel, though. Emmennellain, too. Stephanivien, as well. Aymeric. The thought of putting a gun to Artoirel’s head makes him sick. He knows he’ll take it bravely, but he also knows Stephanivien and Aymeric would hunt him down for it.  It’s not only Hilda’s good opinion that he cares about, after all.  Nika kicks the snow under his feet.  “I agree,” Hilda says. “But it doesn’t change the fact you were staring at me.”  “Fine– I think you’re not only good at aiming, but also good-looking. Is it a crime in the Brume to be attracted to people?” Nika taps a nail against the trigger of his firearm.  “Not at all.” Hilda smiles. She walks over, the end of her weapon clinks against the metal of her tall boots, and she looks up at him. Her lips are full and red from the cold and her eyes shine in amusement and pleasure. “Join me for mulled wine later? Maybe a card game, if your pride lets you?” Nika huffs. “It’s not about pride, woman– but yes. I will join you for mulled wine. It’s stupidly cold in Ishgard.”   Hilda places a hand on his forearm. “I’ll make sure it’s all warm for you, Nika.”  Well, it looks like Nika’s in for a good night. It’s not Artoirel - it will never be Minfilia - but it’s as good as he’s going to get. He likes mulled wine, anyway. 

tagging: @fantasmagoriam @amons-hat-enthusiast @hythlodaes @thevikingwoman @impossible-rat-babies @galadae and anyone who wants to do this!!!