#It'll be a short drabble i said

[philcoulson-redtapeninja]

Wip Wednesday| Based on the prompt, “Do you even know what this means?” from Fictober 2023 X X X X X X X

Aw hell, Don was going to have to explain the CIA's harebrained idea. "They want to super charge the laser and put it space." Jesus, the concept got more ridiculous the more he said it, but Don needed to stay on task, he wasn't getting through to Jerry. "Their money has strings, Jer. Do you even know what this means?" "And how much are they willing to give us for the additional requirements?" Hathaway drawled, mock patient, like he was talking to a particularly stupid student. The condescending asshole. "For the research budget? Does it look like I have the exact numbers here?" Why were they still talking about this, anyway? Don waved his hand dismissively, "About double." Jerry's hands paused mid-shuffle of paper, and Don didn't like the greedy look in the professor's eye. More urgently, Don added,"You can't pull your usual shit here, Jer!" The bastard had the gall to roll his eyes at Don! Turning to flip through some papers. How was the [self-proclaimed genius?know-it-all] unable grasp the severity of the situation?

[roscvcins]

@misericordiis asked : Duende -Sylus for Tangtang! - Send me a word and a character/series/pairing and I will write a drabble (accepting!)

Duende - Unusual power to attract or charm.

The question has surfaced before. Though she's been spared the hounding of concerned relatives thus far seeing as there's her unmarried brother past the age of thirty on whom to offload the heat - she's certainly still been made to consider in some capacity, now and again, with what kind of person she might end up spending the rest of her life. Tang Sanyue has always known and been able to articulate exactly what she wanted, incredibly stubborn from a young age and quite capable of persuasion at length. And so it is perhaps uncharacteristic, that she had as of yet no detailed thoughts on this particular matter - and so one day's answer varied from the next.

There isn't a type, a metric that particularly interested her - and each would-be matchmaker left confused and blindsided in its wake. Through it all she hardly stopped to concern herself, unhurried and unbothered. It isn't that she means to be blithe, or even that she finds the idea of sitting down and imagining a perfect vision of a future tedious - only that she deems setting a strict criteria to be superfluous. Such a thing can hardly ever happen as one expects anyhow.

And Sylus certainly fits this assessment, by most accounts.

It's unusual, for her. He's certainly charming - but it's generally agreed upon by those who know her that she's a sensible young woman, and a sensible young woman would've heard alarm bells in her head from the very first moment. A sensible young woman did not steal away regularly in the middle of the night with a man who proved just as bloody and dangerous as his wanted posters imply - which is to say, as a development in her quiet little life, he'd been unforeseen, entirely unpredictable even to her own open mind, the last person she might have dreamt up for herself once upon a time.

She does so like being right.

But fearlessness is something born out of capacity, after all - during their first, less than auspicious meeting, Tang Sanyue thought perhaps overly confidently that on her ground, her odds were low but not impossible should it come down to a fight. More problematic had been the patient her hands were busy with in that moment - but comically in retrospect, when she had looked up mid-suture to meet crimson eyes that night, her first and instinctive reaction hadn't been fight or flight.

Rather, it was the unusual and unfounded daring - an intuition that she's already won the gamble - that had her ordering him out if he's dead set on undoing her work, since his business is no reason to tarnish the credibility of hers. The same unfounded daring that had her casually and increasingly familiarly needling him into position every time after that he'd presented himself to her to be worked upon at the clinic. The same unfounded daring that made her open the door before she even passes the whole of it for consideration through her brain when he has no reason to be at her front step other than to see her.

Out of the blue, he appears, and out of the blue, she decides on him.

It reminds her a little of a dance, a push and pull that draws them closer, closer. It's interesting how it seems to her that she always leaps a little too fast, agrees a little too soon, like by instinct and intuition her heart was made up.

She doesn't know if there are words to describe the reasons behind it. Only that she dares to sink into natural familiarity - to present a lollipop, a promise of dinner, a gentle scolding, a rap on the wrist - and Sylus dares to play along. Only that he dares to hold out his hand for her, looking directly with the faint amusement and challenge that seems to always glimmer in his eyes - the barrier between them long crossed, left behind - and she dares to take the silent invitation.

Or maybe, fate is a funny thing. It may be as simple as that.

There are idle days when she has a lazy hour or two to think about this, secretly awake after he tucks her up for a mandatory nap after she overdoes it at her night job. She may not be able to sneak away with her warden right next to her, but she's perfectly able to squint at the window and watch the glimmers of dust caught in the slanting afternoon sun. The niggling thought unable to leave her alone before she manages to turn it inside out. She could not have imagined him, and yet he expands and fills and takes over nevertheless. He takes up the space beside her as if he had always been the secret answer she had written down and merely covered up, hidden away until the moment of the reveal. She's resistant to overanalyzing something that doesn't need fixing, but it is curious and new to her.

And, Tang Sanyue knows - her grandfather asks difficult questions. When it comes time for him to meet her family, there will be a 'why,' after a scrutinizing once over, a question she'll finally have to give a satisfactory answer for. It does not, of course, occur to her in this moment that the trajectory of her course has irrevocably shifted to become a universal timeline in which Sylus is nearing permanence as a fixture in her life and she's taking him home, nor does it occur to her that she's already dedicating her tricks to making sure it goes well, her plots tinged with protectiveness. That even she, so avidly against overthinking, has fallen into the details, jumped the gun again.

Rather, she considers continuously, seriously - is it that she likes the unpredictable? In a pathology, in life - in him? Or, is it only that she has simply decided to trust him first?

He'd been magnetic from the start, yet contrarily reassuring, a paradoxical state that made her feel safe to go beyond simply being relaxed and fall straight into living a little dangerously. Maybe she trusts him before she really knows why - but it's never been unwarranted. She supposes in a way he did the same with her, and one day she'll get curious enough to wonder if he ever thought so much about it. But it's nice, when her head is so full, to rest her cheek against his arm and actually drift off, knowing that when she wakes up, it will be to the even breaths in whose soundtrack she had dreamed.

For every moment they spent being less than ordinary, there is also this. Him patiently pulling her from her papers and half-finished energy drinks. Wrapping her back into the cocoon when she inevitably overheats and kicks off the blanket only to become cold again in the middle of the night. The way his face relaxes and softens and smooths out from its usual decisive expressiveness in the event she wakes first and steals a few unnoticed minutes to trace the shapes of his features with her gaze. The smell of eggs in the morning - or at night, or whenever. Walking to the market at sunset and piling all the fruit from her haul into his arms with a grin and then having to roll her eyes back when he flexes said arms and looks at her in the particular way that she knows to be making his point. Getting wildly distracted in the kitchen.

The way she always feels courageous - even more than usual - in his presence.

She jokes more than once while stitching him up or scolding him to keep healthier hours that she likes that he behaves so well. But really, it's that in movement and in stillness, in the day or at night, whether it's bullets and bloodstains on the carpet or the warm glow of the entryway lights and the smell of coffee - Sylus never fails to meet her.

So, maybe, the question is wrong and it isn't "why." Maybe the answer she has turned over in her mind again and again is very simple when considered on its own: he will always give her the courage to take his hand, in any context and at any time, so - how can she not, without hesitation, every time?

(It isn't so unusual after all, she decides in the end.)

[staticheck]

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄. The tensions between Heaven and Hell are starting to affect Alastor and someone they care very deeply about. @voxistem + blood, death, wwi implied, sexual themes tw.

+ 𝑯𝑨𝑽𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑫 𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑨𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑪𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑴? It's a sound like no other : an animal from bygone days before the meteor hit. A cacophony of stitched voices yearning for release from perdition. 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙳. The bugle of an elk breaking through the drove of haunted voices with its wide open maw.

A blood-soaked glove reaches for the rifle and a silver boot follows to step on fabric and flesh. Alastor bites their tongue, grunting and attempting to grip the metal barrel until it's pried from their hand, and they're forced onto their back. The glint of an angelic spear blinded their vision and dug its pointed teeth into their shoulder, breaking flesh and bone. A whimper.

' Shit. Get Lute now! We have Lilith's pet. ' ' No, we should inform Adam. ' ' Not until we're certain we have the right prisoner. '

... No, not like this. They're fading. In and out. Bicycle wheels and written pages floating through their mind. Yearning to be home in the comfort of that small studio apartment and the sound of the kettle whistling in their ears. Instead, the ringing that presents itself is constant and painful. Three figures of majestic wings and feathers to curtain their face. Trapping them. They're so tired. Oh, so tired.

But the rummaging of their person jolts them awake from the cusp of their sleep. When the Exorcist flips their lapel over and sees the brooch pinned beneath it. Alastor sobers up from their tired, drunken stupor and adrenaline races to their very fingertips. ' ... Wait a minute. This symbol belongs to that inventor — '

A splash of crimson and gold. A flock of mangled feathers and twisted vines, roots and roses sprouting from open mouths forming silent screams. Alastor tosses the angelic spear they had managed to commander aside. Quickly now, moss and medicinal flowers grow from their wounds. They stumble to their feet, eyes bloodshot and darting from the maimed corpses as they go on autopilot, growing more roots to make sure that nothing escapes. Not even the dead. They sling the hunting rifle onto their shoulders and sheath their blades, flicking liquid gold away.

They take everything that is their's. But Alastor believed that they were truly compromised. So they make haste to head home.

+ 𝑳𝑶𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑵, 𝑬𝑵𝑮𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑫 : Is where they set foot as the swirling portal closes after them. They made sure to appear a few blocks from their abode, shaking off the tattered remains of their military uniform in the dead of night to leave themselves in less conspicuous attire of a button up blouse and high waisted pants. Just the typical hunting outfit minus the jacket and the sudden appearance of their blades.

The downpour helps wash away the golden ichor clinging to them and when Alastor enters through the door, they're thankful for the storage closet by it. Their roommate was most likely to assume nothing better than the usual habit of hanging a coat up as Alastor stuck their blades in the deepest part of the shared storage space. Despite the secrecy, they still made haste for their initial plan of taking their home elsewhere and marched over to whatever they saw first.

To the surprise of their partner, Vox, who looks up from their desk, donning the beginnings of a picture show box as their current face. He speaks up, barely able to show how suddenly concerned he is by the switch when entering. He tries to keep up a cheery mood until his shelf of organized blueprints are taken and tossed to the floor. ❛ Hey Red, how did the hunting trip go? — Hey! What the hell? ❜

Never mind the mess, or the rain water soaking into parchment. The inventor carefully makes their way over and places their digits on Alastor's shoulders, taking note of the moss and flowers and deciding not to pry into what exactly Alastor has been up to. Their eccentric partner is a wild woman after all.

With the closest expression they could make from the current mechanisms acting as their face, shoulders are rubbed and the deer is guided to the leather couch. ❛ I know you get a little... frazzled when the people aren't smashing windows and letting carriages run loose but come on, Red. You and I both know that these fuckers aren't ready for the disco ball until the 1920s! If we give them what they want we'll be reaching Armageddon closer than what God planned it would be! ❜

And there's that laughter. Made from shifting plates and metal pipes. To Alastor, Vox always sounds so vulnerable in the early stages of their new project. At least the ones the stubborn genius can affix to their head. The first steps remind them just how fragile an entity their other half was. And just how oblivious to the war brewing beneath their very feet. Perhaps they have been a bit more unpredictable than usual or "frazzled" as the other would say. Prone to lash out. They haven't been their very best, if Alastor's pride would let them admit. How much longer did they have to twist their words?

If only Vox knew that Alastor had planned to take their entire livelihood — his life's inventions somewhere else. Somewhere safe. This home was no longer safe. Alastor refused to believe it. Not after today, and it's in their frustration that they retaliate. ❛ It's easy for you. ❜ they respond, planting the seed and hoping for it to sprout. Perhaps distance will keep Vox Populi safe. ❛ You're the creator. You have control. ❜

❛ You really think I have control? ❜ but anger doesn't bloom. Just patience that has Alastor loathing the idea that one day, Vox might not be around to remind them that they're wrong. ❛ I don't own any of this, Alastor. I wasn't credited for the invention of the bicycle, I mean, are you kidding me? I gave that idea to some schmuck working a dead end job and he got all the credit.

Everything I make? It's not mine. Not anymore when I release it out there. But I think that's the beauty of it. If you really love it, even if it's something simple like, I don't know, a lamp? I guess? Let it go. Otherwise our place would be fucking cluttered! ❜

❛ I want you to have control. ❜ I want you to let me go. Why are you so fucking difficult? 𝑳𝑶𝑺𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑾𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑫 𝑩𝑬 𝑴𝒀 𝑮𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑺𝑻 𝑺𝑰𝑵. Alastor relents, accepting defeat only due to the exhaustion finally creeping up to seize them again. What was there to understand when someone didn't know the entire picture? The only person to blame is the one refusing to tell the entire truth.

Vox waves them off, ❛ Yeah, tell that to the me a week ago when I asked you to clean your half of the apartment. I move one taxidermy and you say you're going on a hunting trip for a week. But I'm not mad! Just glad you're here, Red. Come on, let's get you cleaned up and you can tell me all about the little critters you killed. ❜

And Alastor does, a twisted retelling of the Exorcist turned vultures that had almost bested them to satiate their listener. They make love and for that time Alastor forgets the dread that had settled in their throat as they gasp and cry from pleasure.

When they finally go to slumber, Alastor requests for Vox to settle in their lap and they could tell that there's a question that wants to be asked. Vox chooses the civil approach.

❛ Cheer up, Red, The world may be tame now but you'll have your turn soon. The calm before the storm as they say. ❜ And the inventor is asleep. Dreaming up of new ideas.

Alastor doesn't sleep. Perhaps when the other wakes they can request to move to Germany. Rumours of political tensions are rising there and if a war were to break out, their strength will come back a tenfold. For the first time they want to pray, but who is there to pray to?

In the dark they keep their beloved close, fidgeting with the brooch that Vox had smithed them and they'd retrieved from the lapel of their gold soaked military jacket.

[reraen]

was thinking abt putting what I'm cooking in the main tags but my brain tased me going 'bish don't push ur luck'

[blondedmuse]

SUMMER DAYS

synopsis. ꩜ what it’s like to spend your summer days at Saltburn.

author’s note. ∿ this was supposed to be a drabble/headcannon but i can’t write anything short it seems; allusions to smut, fluff.

at breakfast

you sat next in between Venetia and Farleigh, across from your lover, Felix. Sir James would ask you if you slept well and had a good night, a kind and common courtesy for any guest he’s hosting at his home. Everyone turned to you as you nodded, recalling the night before. It was spent in Felix’s room, his hand over your mouth as you moaned, careful not to wake anyone up.

“Yes, I slept well,” You answered. Everyone probably noted that your hair indicated other wise, just slightly messier and unkempt than it’s usually been in the morning. But you wondered if everyone could see the cheeky smile on the boy across from you at the table.

in the pool

You swam after breakfast with Venetia while the boys sat in the lounge chairs. You’d asked Felix to swim with you but he insisted he'd finish the book he was reading. While Farleigh got into the pool after a few splashes from Venetia, it seemed as though Felix needed more convincing.

"Don't you wanna get in the pool?" You asked Felix, crawling up his body on the chair. "The water's nice, it'll cool you down-" he started tickling you before you could finish your argument, trying to get your wet body away from his.

"Christ, you're cold!" He laughed as you attempted to fight back, pushing away his arms with yours.

"Fine, you want me to go in?" He caved, picking your body up from on top of him and walking over to the ledge of the pool. "You first."

You screamed as Felix threw you from his arms into the hair, hitting the water with a splash. Felix followed suit, diving in right after.

"Is this what you wanted, darling?" He said swimming over to you and you wrapped your legs around his frame underwater, bringing him closer to you.

"Exactly." You answered, locking your lips with him only for your kiss to be interrupted by Farleigh's fake gags.

"Get a room!"

on the court

you were invited for a match of tennis. You changed from your bathing suit attire into a silk dress, a pair of sunglasses and heels, which is not necessarily ideal for the sport but you wanted to follow formalities. You and Felix were paired together for the doubles game against Farleigh and Venetia.

It was nonchalant the way you all played, slightly lethargic from the champagne you’d been drinking. Still, Felix managed to keep the score and in the final game of the second set you scored the winning point for your team. And to celebrate Felix lifted you off the ground, throwing you over his shoulder.

“Fantastic job, love!” He laughed, spinning you around.

“Felix, put me down!” You exclaimed, slapping his back playfully in between giggles.

“Did you guys see that?” He taunted the other team. “We have a new Wimbledon star over here,” He beamed jokingly and Farleigh was quick to flash him the finger, watching Felix pop another bottle of Champagne.

in the field

You laid bare on your stomach, a cigarette hanging out the side of your mouth as you read one of the few books you packed with you.

"There you are," Felix said, stripping off his suit from earlier's tennis match. "You like what you see?" He asked as he watched you stare intently and he shot you a coy wink.

"You know it, baby," You replied, lifting the sunglasses to rest on your head so you could see Felix in all his glory.

"They say it's rude to stare," he declared, walking over to you and sitting down on the ground next to you.

"Then I guess I'm the meanest bitch alive," You smiled and he plucked the cigarette from your mouth. You gasped, (jokingly) jaw dropped.

"They also say it's rude to take things that aren't yours."

He raised his eyebrow playfully as he took a drag, teasing you. You rolled your eyes and he laid down next to you.

"They also say sharing is caring," He exhaled.

You scoffed with a chuckle. "Shut up. Who is 'they’ anyway?" You questioned and he shrugged, offering you your own smoke back. Nonetheless you accepted it as he kept it steady while you took a drag. Your head rested on his shoulder as you puffed out the grey odor, and he watched in admiration. He observed how the sunlight pooled in your eyes and the way your lips curved as you breathed out the stench in clouds. Sure, Saltburn was his house, but the weight of your head on his shoulder made you feel like home, and he appreciated every moment of it.

at dinner

you felt intimated by the sophisticated customs at Saltburn and dinner was no different. You sat at the large dining table next to Felix, his hand on your thigh.

"You look beautiful, my love," He told you as he passed you a bottle of wine, which you gladly accepted. You were dressed in an evening gown to match the black tie attire everyone else had shown up in, yet you still felt out of place like a sore thumb. You poured a glass of wine, hoping it would ease your anxiety.

"Not too much, darling," Felix warned, giving a slight squeeze to your leg. He could sense your nervousness, having been watching you toy with your jewelry for the past five minutes. But, he didn't want you falling over yourself by the end of the night either. You looked around and everybody seemed to be occupied with conversation of the company around them so it seemed like you were in clear to have a side conversation with your lover.

"I know, I just feel like I don't belong here."

Felix grabbed the hand that was fidgeting with your necklace and brought it to his mouth, his lips leaving a delicate kiss on your skin.

"You of all people deserve to be here. There's nothing to worry about." You didn't say anything, only huffed as you bit your lip. "And if you don't believe me and you still feel nervous, just squeeze my hand alright?"

You nodded, accepting his offer and holding his hand in yours as the woman next to him dragged him into another conversation. Still, when you squeezed his hand, it was always reciprocated, Felix unable to ignore you.

at the lake

you and Felix giggled, arms linked together as you headed towards the body of water. You excused yourselves from dinner early—dragging on with meaningless conversation you began to zone out from, and Felix was just as bored as you. Dinner wasn't usually like this but the additive guests, the Henry's, seemed to dull the excitement with their own stories solely for the purpose of one-upping the Cattons it seemed. So, Felix came up with an excuse for the both of you, something along the lines of 'you weren't feeling well' and he 'needed to take care of you' which wasn't entirely untrue. Boredom is an uncomfortable feeling which Felix needed to take care of by something more fun.

"Thank you for that but why did you have to make me the damsel in distress? They're going to think I'm a snob," You whined.

"They would never. But me on the other hand? Yeah I think you're a snob. Making me carry your heels is outrageous," He teased with your shoes in his hand and you shook your head unable to hide your soft giggles.

"But they do love you y'know."

"Whatever," You mumbled and you felt your feet lift off the ground as Felix threw you over his shoulder. You watched him put your heels down and the ground started to move below you.

"Felix! Put me down! Where are you-" You saw the edge of the lake and it clicked. "You are not throwing me in without a bathing suit! Felix, please!" You screamed, resorting to slapping his back.

"Quiet, love, you're gonna get us in trouble."

"I don't have another dress, put me down!" You demanded.

"You can borrow one, its fine." With that he threw you into the lake, your body sinking into the cold water.

"Felix!" You cried as you resurfaced, watching him stand at the lake's edge completely dressed and completely dry. "It's cold!" What am I supposed to wear after this?"

"You can take my jacket," He reassured you after he stripped himself of his suit, jumping into the lake after you, only clad in boxers.

He swam towards you. "You poor baby."

"It's cold."

"How 'bout I warm you up then?" His hands were at your sides, pulling up your dress under water, his mouth hot against your neck as he began to mark his territory. You knew now that the night would end with you in his bed like it had for the past week, and you would be asked about it all over again at breakfast—but there's no other way you'd want to spend your nights and summer days.

[cinellieroll]

☆ random obey me headcanons part 2!

asmodeus, levi and barbatos ���

part one (lucifer, mammon and simeon)

part three (beelzebub, belphegor, solomon)

part four (satan and diavolo)

cw: some small nsfw on asmo's part :p

small note: thank you so much for the likes and reblogs! i never expected such a large majority of people to enjoy my content so it's very dear to me. once again, thank you!

☆ asmodeus:

- kinda bad at cooking. his way of slicing and dicing vegetables is very mediocre if not clumsy looking. there are days where his cooking is acceptable and days where it's to seasoned or too bland (always convinces himself its good tho and posts it on his devilgram)

- though he's kinda bad at cooking, his baking skills are okay! his favorite pastry to make are cookies because he can design them the most.

- "ofcourse mc! you'll always be the first one to try my desserts! unless you want to taste something else?~ ♡"

- he has a collection of sanrios, hironos and sonny angels in his room. ESPECIALLY sonny angels. crazy thing is he always gets them for free from his fans and its always the limited edition ones

- he really enjoys watching old movies from the human world especially the romcoms. mean girls, notting hill, pitch perfect. he will pester you to rewatch it with him even though you guys have seen it multiple times already.

- he keeps a small jewelry box in his room but instead of jewelry its full of pics of you and him and the gifts you give him. theres some pics in there where the other brothers were cut or crossed out so it'll be just you and him lmfao

- he is a yandere and i stand by this. it's not as obvious but if he's really into you he'll constantly mark you with his scent and the stuff he wears. he'll leave a hickey or a bite mark if you're lucky ;)

- the type of guy to only bring a purse to school. if you ask for a pencil the bitch is gonna open his bag and say "oopsie! i only brought my makeup pouch and mirror today. sorry babe!"

- has his own private concert in showers every goddamn day

- he'll either fangirl with you about celebrities or he'll get extremely jealous because you're simping for someone else.

☆ levi:

- sometimes his ass crack will be on display when he's sitting down on the floor

- wears booty shorts religiously. sometimes he'll casually just walk out his room wearing a hoodie and booty shorts with prints on it

- has a tumblr account where he posts a bunch of hc, drabbles and other shit and until now no one knows its him

- had an amino and discord phase where he always roleplayed with other people. till this day it haunts him at night

- he livestreams twice a week on twitch and has been scolded by lucifer on stream once. there was also a time where mammon barged in his room half naked and suddenly all the views went up 10x

- trolls on roblox like it's a 9 to 5 job

- every once in a while he'll stay in lucifers room while lucifer is doing paperwork. he'll just lay down on his bed, watch and play games and even fall asleep

- makes his own persona in every fandom he gets into and writes very detailed backstories (dw levi, same)

- only reads "x reader" fics for obvious reasons

- went insane because human world games and animes are better than the ones in devildom. dont get me started about aot. (his favorite is levi ackerman obvi)

☆ barbatos:

- wishes he could get piercings but since he's the demon prince's butler he obviously can't

- started tweakin when you said some humans keep rats and bugs as pets. like he stopped polishing some plates and looked at you like you just dog shitted diavolo's name

- really enjoys your spotify playlist filled with metalhead and grunge songs. he really likes slipknot

- likes to order those cute, fancy tea sets when he has the time. when you gifted him tea leaves and a limited edition teapot set his love for you sky rocketed.

- gets annoyed when solomon manspreads

- has a really good voice when he sings. he used to sing diavolo lullabies when his father would get angry at him

- scrolls through levi and mammon's post for educational purposes cuz he wants to learn slangs just incase diavolo asks him what a specific word means

- "barbatos, what does 'runnin from da opps' mean?"

- "my lord, 'runnin from da opps' is a slang made by the new generation. it means fleeing from your haters."

- loves to tailor and iron his bed sheets so he can have a peaceful rest after a long day of non stop errands.

[o-sachi]

Then There Was You ‧₊˚ ⋅ Drabble (Request)

ଳ he swore to only keep his eyes on ume and follow his good example, but then you just had to become a distraction ଳ character; sugishita kyotarou (wind breaker) ଳ tags; floof, tsundere sugi, short fight scene, afab reader, no y/n

"You've been staring at her a lot lately huh?"

Just like that, Sugishita was snapped out of his stupor. He rarely narrowed his eyes at Ume, but if someone teased him about her... then not even Ume-chan is an exception to his grumpiness.

"No," he grunts and looks away.

Ume pats his back with a reassuring smile on his face. He said something about how it's okay to like someone because it's totally normal.

Yeah, right. Normal.

But the thing is—Sugishita's an anomaly. He's different in a way that he had never loved anyone before, let alone "liked." Some people were just not made for it and he believes himself to be one of those people. His purpose—he says—is to become stronger so that he can be someone Ume can be proud of. Even better if he could become someone that the great Umemiya Hajime could rely on.

However, he was nowhere near to attaining that. The idea of love is then out of question. He just had no time for trivial things.

It's funny though—how his mind and body are doing completely different things. A part of him doesn't want to stray from the path that Ume has carved for him, but another fuels this urge in him to simply stare at you. Admire you from afar. Because you were the most delicate thing in his eyes.

Compared to the self-assured and confident Kotoha, the new part-timer at the cafe was a bit laidback. But she was the bubbliest and friendliest person that the Furin boys have come across.

Each time they would come and visit the cafe, she'd be standing at the counter with a warm smile on her face. And once everyone has their food in front of them, she would happily listen to Ume's tales about the day's fight or Nirei's rants about the people he "observes." She'd giggle at Sakura's bashfulness and be amused by Tsugeura's enthusiasm.

She had a special talent in that she could make anyone feel at ease.

And Sugishita was sure that it would be the same thing all over again. No matter how nice or kind someone is—they'll be too intimidated to even converse with him.

But that wasn't the case with you.

He could still vividly recall how his heart skipped a beat the day he first met you. The boys had come to the cafe to wind down after a major scuffle. They had cuts and bruises all over, but they laughed as if there was no pain at all. As the newbie, you didn't know better and acted with the utmost concern.

Much to everyone's surprise, you came to Sugishita first.

"Does it hurt?" you ask, pointing at a cut on his arm.

His brows furrow and his lips press into a thin line—an obvious indicator that he is in no need of your help. But he should've known that it wouldn't be enough to push you away.

"Here," you say as you offer a band-aid to him. "Sorry, it's a bit childish with all the elephants on it, but it's all I have."

In spite of his unwelcoming demeanor, you persisted. Even the other guys around him were stunned at your resolve. But they remained quiet, wanting to see how Sugishita would react.

Sugishita sheepishly took the cute band-aid from your fingers, shoving it immediately deep into his pocket.

You smile. "You should wash that up and plaster it on as soon as possible or it'll get infected."

When he finally spares you a glance, he sees the maddeningly bright smile on your face. It almost reminded him of Ume when he annoys him.

"Thanks," he whispered. It took all of his willpower to say one syllable because he knew that there would be consequences.

Sakura piped up. "Oh, so you do know what gratitude is?"

The consequence being—a certain two-toned boy would get on his nerves.

Of course, the usual back-and-forth ensued. Sugishita got too heated up that he nearly forgot the band-aid in his pocket. When he glanced over to you again and saw how you laughed at their bickering... he swore you had done something to his forsaken heart.

He often found himself daydreaming like a kid when recalling that day. It made him happy to an extent, though he'd never admit it. But he mostly repeated the events in his head because he was trying to figure out why his heart was thumping so loud then and why he felt so nervous around you.

It bothered him to no end because he was this big hulking guy and you were... just a girl who probably wouldn't hurt a fly. He had fought guys thrice your size. Yet, here he was; scared at the thought of you sitting next to him and talking to him.

Throughout his daydream, he failed to notice that you had disappeared and went out to buy some milk for the cafe. Kotoha was busy cleaning the kitchen, so the errand was left to you.

It left Sugishita bored. He wasn't really interested in whatever they were talking about and Ume was busy eating anyway. And you were... well, he didn't know where you were. He'd rather be kicked in the shins twice than ask where you had gone.

Everything comes to a halt as they heard commotion from outside. And by the sound of it... it was you. His question was answered in the worst way possible.

"Let go of me! Stop!" you cried out desperately, but to no avail.

"C'mon, lady. We were askin' ye for some change so nicely, weren't we? Don't be a bitch and show us some kindness, will ye?"

The shady group of guys who were outside the convenience store saw you and decided to follow. So here you were, getting mugged.

Everyone in the cafe knew the situation straight away. They were all ready to jump into action, but none of them would have expected what happened next.

To put it simply, Sugishita just shot out of his seat without another word or thought. Kotoha was sure that the cafe's door would fly off the hinges with how strongly he swung it open.

His fiery stare was zeroed in on the scumbags that had you surrounded. His mind was empty except for two things: to beat these fuckers up and to save you.

He stomped over to you, the shady men becoming aware of his approaching and menacing presence.

"Watcha want, punk? Walkin' over here like a—"

The guy's sentence was left unfinished as Sugishita's fist met his face. His punch snapped and didn't waste any time slugging the rest of the men. Though they tried to fight back, they were no match for an extra aggressive Sugishita.

His senses only came flooding back when he felt a pair of arms around him. He inspected the ground below him where the men had fallen unconscious... and then he realized that you were clinging on to him like a koala.

"THAT WAS SO SCARYYYY," you cried. As you did, you squeezed him tighter. You were probably pushing his boundaries, but the adrenaline and fear got the best of you. You could apologize later for the tears that had seeped through his navy blue cotton shirt.

And normally, he would push you away, but strangely—it felt... really good. His hands hovered in the air, unsure of what to do with them. He helplessly looked around. But as he turned his gaze back at the cafe, he saw the boys and Kotoha watching them from a distance.

They were smiling and snickering, flashing a thumbs up at Sugishita for saving the day.

When it finally sank in—he was in a state of catharsis. He still couldn't put a finger on what it was that he was feeling. But all he knew was that he liked your warmth and that you still made him insanely nervous.

To some extent, it was like his eyes were opened to a world never seen before. And you were the key to that hidden realm.

He gulped and slowly placed a hand on your head, gently stroking it albeit he was shaking. Was it from punching too hard or was it because of you? He wasn't sure.

Buuuut, maybe Ume was right about this being totally normal.

o-sachi © 2024 pls do not translate/copy/reupload my work on other platforms.

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Hey so can I possibly get a scenario with Raphael. You know cuz he’s tall. S/o can’t reach the top shelf and she’s like “the universe is humiliating me. Can you get that for me?” It normally happens at the boys house or if they happen to be at a public place. If they can’t see over a fence or they can’t get into the attic even with the ladder. S/o is all pouty and looks at raph and is like “can you lift me?” Raphael can’t fit through their attic cuz he’s too big width wise. S/o is small to where they can get into small places he can’t reach on the flip side? How’s he deal with this?

As someone who is quite short, I'm sure you can imagine how much I enjoyed this. 😈

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Poetic Justice

"Oh, come on, really???"

You stand there, arms crossed, smirk firmly planted on your features. Somewhere in the ether there's a crash as a table flips upside down. Your smirk becomes a grin.

Tall. He's tall. And when you say "tall," you don't mean tall you mean TALL. And, and I will not apologize for this, he holds it over your head every chance he gets (fight me, I earned that pun).

"Hey, shorty," anytime you show up at the lair, but he means it literally. Purposely putting your coffee mug on the shelf just above where you can reach. It's like it's his job. He lives to torment you.

But now, it's your turn.

You'd arrived just as training was ending, 20 minutes ago. They'd been practicing projectiles, and after the others had cleared out, he dragged you inside to show you this "cool new trick," he learned with a shuriken, which promptly backfired, resulting in said shuriken ending up under the dais which held their Kamidama.

Leo had been giving him grief earlier about losing a shuriken, so there was no way in hell he can ask his brothers for help. You are his only hope.

"Say. It. Again." You demand, grinning.

He sighs heavily, "...This is stupid."

"You're welcome to go ask someone else for help." You say, smugly.

He growls at you. Actually growls. You raise an eyebrow, otherwise unmoved. He groans, "Fine."

You wait patiently.

"Will you please help me..." He says, painfully, "... I can't reach it."

...

What's up my darlings??? I'm back on my bullshit (kind of). The holiday burnout is still strong, but I'm working my way back into writing and whatnot. It'll be sporadic, probably be more vignettes and drabbles than actual fics/chapters, and asks are closed until I can catch up (sorry, I love you, and thank you for your patience to everyone waiting), but I'm HERE DAMNIT!!! 🤘🏻

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HIHI is this for the summer Drabble thing? If yes can I choose the hiking with Choso and like I dunno kinda maybe perhaps exhibition kink? I LOVE UR WORK SO DAMN MUCH I ALWAYS CHECK UR STUFF KEEP GOING UR AMAZING ❤️❤️❤️

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What a View!

Summary: Marie’s Summer Fest prompt: Hiking

Pairing: Choso Kamo x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: exhibitionism, smut, outdoor sex, unprotected sex, creampie

Word Count: 1,598

A/N: sjndjdjfjdn thank you so much! Ugh you guys are so sweet to me I love you!!! I hope I can keep putting out stuff for you guys to enjoy! On that note! we only have one more prompt to post and then we are finished with my 2K follower celebration! These props were a lot of fun and I hope you guys enjoyed them as much as I did! Love your guys!

“Oh my god.” you granted to yourself as you climbed higher up the mountain you and Cho had decided to climb on your day off. “What the hell was I thinking?”

“You said you wanted to be one with nature. I tried to warn you that you would regret this decision, but you told me you needed to find your Zen.”

It was barely eight-thirty in the morning, the sun wasn’t even at its highest, and yet you were already sweating. “Yeah, well, the next time I tell you, I need to find my Zen. Give me a phone and watch some sensory videos for a baby or something. Would be an easier way to find instead of climbing a mountain!” Choso chuckled, looking back at you with a gentle smile; he hadn’t even managed to break his sweat yet; then again, he does more intensive training than you do.

“Come on, it'll be okay. We’re almost to the top!”

“Mmm,” you grumbled as you continued, climbing up the hilltop to overlook the beautiful mountainside you had chosen to hike.

When you finally reached the top, you watched your boyfriend’s eyes sparkle as he overlooked the sea of trees roaming over the mountains you were surrounded by. That smile on his face, with the far-off look in his eyes, made you realize that maybe this was worth all the sweating. So perhaps you would have to make this an activity the two of you would do occasionally.

“It's beautiful up here.”

“Yeah, but it’s fucking hot. After we rest for a bit, can we start climbing down? I'm starting to get hungry, and before we even think about going to eat, I want to take a shower first.”

“Yeah, of co—agh! What are you doing?!” When your sweet, loving boyfriend glanced back over to you, and he saw that your tank top had been lifted, wiping at the sweat dripping down your face. Leaving you in nothing but your shorts like that left your sports bra on full display for anybody to see.

You were so pretty. Your skin was flawless, your breasts were smashed together, and the confinements of your bra made Choso’s pants tighten. You were so cute and perfect in his eyes. Seeing you like that made him glance around protectively for any peering eyes.

“I’m wiping sweat off my face?” you asked point-blank as if it were the most obvious answer.

“I-I know that, but why are you lifting your shirt? Someone could see you!”

“Cho there is no one up here.” you motion around you to emphasize your point. “I think we’re good.” You take note of the way his hands dart down to cover up his crotch. His cheeks are flushed, and his eyes nervously glance around for any other souls that could be up there with you, watching you. “Oh—“ you bite your bottom lip, smirking at how he shrinks in on himself. “Unless you like the idea of that.”

Choso blinks, whiling towards you in shock. “Wh-What?! I—” His dark eyes darted down towards the crotch, his pants not even bothering to be coy about it, painfully obvious. “M-Maybe a little—?”

“Yeah?”

Choso, once you do nothing more than climb the mountain and crawl under a rock. You must be disgusted with his arousal at the idea of being intimate out in the open like this. He wouldn’t blame you if you were because the more he looked at your body, the more he wanted to take you right there out in the open.

“Choso~” your sweet singsong voice had his attention darting towards you, finding your tank top and sports bra pushed up, revealing your perfect breast to him.

“H-Honey!” he yelled, rushing to pull your bra back down. You snatched his wrist with your hand as he reached for it, preventing him from readjusting your clothes. “Honey?”

“I want you, Cho~ right now.”

Choso wasn't sure what happened or how it happened so fast. One second, he was standing a good five feet away from you, and the next, your hands were pressed against the tree in front of you, the bark of it dug into the palms of your hands, scratching the surface of your skin. Your boyfriend watched your head fall forward leg, shaking as he gripped your hips, slamming into you.

“M-Mmm—nngh—mm!!”! You moan softly, digging your teeth into your bottom lip as the sound of Choso’s ball sopping your ass off the trees just off the trail he dragged you down.

“Mmm—good girl.” Choso praised his hands, reaching up, groping your breasts that bounced with each hard thrust. His fingers kneaded at them, holding them gently. “You keep squeezing me. It feels so good!”

“Ahn fuck Cho!” you did your best to keep your voice down, but you were finding that extremely difficult with how good the drag of his cock inside your pussy felt.

“Fucck, oh fuck this is so hot I need—” a twig snapped somewhere in the distance, causing you both to freeze up momentarily in shock.

“Baby, maybe we should stop—mmphm!” You cried out as Choso’s hand clamped over your mouth, his cock throbbing inside of you as he began slamming into you, his lips moving over your neck as he softly grunted and whined against your neck.

You had just been teasing him in the beginning! Choso was the type of person that was easy to tease. But feeling him twitching and panting made it clear that your boyfriend was an exhibitionist. His mouth pressed firmly against the crook of your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he snarled, thrusting inside of you faster, deeper. The head of his cock pressed firmly against your cervix before pulling out just enough to slam into your g-spot before pushing himself in as deep as he could.

Being out in the open like this, with the chance of anyone coming across you, had your knees buckling, making it difficult for you to stand. This had to be one of the most erotic moments of your entire life. Having Choso fuck you in the middle of the woods like some animal in heat. Fuck, it was so arousing it was honestly driving you wild, causing you to dig your nail into the bark of your sturdy tree while your walls squeezed around your boyfriend tightly.

Choso smirked against your skin, a deep, rumbling chuckle sounding inside his throat as he leaned in his mouth close to your ear. “Heh, what was it? Weren’t you the one teasing me earlier? Liking the idea of being caught?” his sharp canines dug into the skin of your neck, your sharp cries muffled by his palm. “I think you’re the one who likes this. I can feel you clamping down on me. You’re squeezing me so tight.” his words, your eyes rolling back as you nodded in agreement. “At least you're honest. Now be a good girl and cum for me.”

Who were you to deny your boyfriend? Your head rocked back, resting against his shoulder while you shut your eyes tight as you came around him, squirting hard. Your moans were still muffled and inaudible because of his palm, and you were thankful for his hand. Because holy shit, your boyfriend was fucking so you so good. His cock was sliding deeper into you before throbbing as Choso came, his fingers gripping at your hips, squeezing them to the point you would have marks left. These marks would be a pleasant reminder of your sexual escapade out in the woods. A delightful memory as the warmth of his cum flooded you in the deepest parts, slowly spreading until Choso barely held you both up.

After a minute to recover, your boyfriend weakly pulled out of you, watching as you stumbled forward just an inch before resting your head against the tree you were clinging to your thumb in your ears as Choso adjusted both of your clothes before his hands gently grabbed your shoulders. He massages them before placing a gentle kiss against your cheek, smiling softly.

“Are you okay, honey?”

“I’m great,” you whispered, turning your head to watch him with a shy and hesitant smile. But we might have a bit of a problem.”

“Are you hurt? I wasn’t too rough with you, was I?”

The other concern in his voice had your heart fluttering. “No, I am okay. I just uhm—” Your body decided to answer your boyfriend‘s question for you. He watched as your legs gave out, resulting in you slowly sinking to your knees. The impact had you whining. “I don’t think I’ll be able to walk for a while.”

Luckily for you, your boyfriend was one of the sweetest souls you had ever known. He carried you all the way down the hiking trail, happily chatting with you as you wrapped your arms around your neck. You peppered kisses along his cheek as if he didn’t just fuck the life out of your legs. It was safe to say you both would be taking more hikes in the future, especially if they ended like this.

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Holy shoot! It's been a bit! I didn't know your asks were open again! How are you doing? I have a request but let me address something first.

I saw the post about you getting burnt out by Ancient Cookies being caregivers for a regressor reader. Because of that, and because I'm not sure if you've recovered from the burnout, I will be holding my original request away until you say that you're good to go. Please take care of yourself!

Anyway, onto my request!

Since I believe you want a break from the Ancient's,

how about a Yandere Caregiver Eternal Suger Cookie with a regressor reader that's very shy and usually tries to resist regressing in front of anyone?

Say like, Reader is trying hard to not regress and Eternal Suger Cookie notices. Eternal Suger Cookie then tries to make Reader regress sometimes. Reader is resisting regressing more and more until Eternal Sugar Cookie realises that Reader is super shy. After finding that out, Eternal Suger Cookie allows Reader to hide and regress on their own before slowly introducing herself to Reader's regressed side. Like, allowing her presence to be known but not intruding on the area that Reader considers to be the safest in Eternal Suger Cookie's garden, but then slowly becomes Reader's caregiver over time.

I think I've officially said Eternal Suger Cookie too many times now, so I'ma stop my request there.

(Name count for the cookie: 7- oof)

If you want me to request a different cookie in my next request, I'm thinking about doing a full Almond request or maybe a headcanon Mint Chocolate request. But idk yet.

Remember, you don't have to do this request if you don't want to!

Again, I'm holding my original request hostage until you say that you've recovered from that burnout!/silly

But anyway, I hope you have an amazing day or night! Or morning or evening. I don't know your time zone.

See you in either my next request or whenever you answer this!

-❄💗🖋

Hallo again! Your other request is still in the making because I'm starting to see Dark Cacao Cookie in my dreams atp /lh, but I'll take a chance at this one!

Eternal Sugar Cookie x Shy!Regressor reader

Headcanons / Short drabble - not a full oneshot!

ღ - There's no actual way to 'hide' your regression in her garden at all - Eternal Sugar Cookie has eyes all over the garden. You can repress it, sure, but she will certainly find out eventually. Despite this, it is for your happiness, and her behavior adjusts accordingly. You're shy, that much she's aware of, so she retains a distance and observes silently. Creepy? Sure. But she's convinced herself that it's for the best. Other cookies would not tolerate your regression as she would.

ღ - Her introduction is quiet. You barely notice her intrude on your quiet times of child-like bliss. At first, you're immediately back to being yourself, though over time, she situates herself into your regression. The quiet string of her lyre, her sweet sugary scent, becomes part of your littlespace. The grove you retreat into to regress becomes your own little cave. Little blinking lights, beanbags, gear for your hobbies... all lovingly provided by her. Happiness of the cookies living in the garden is her utmost priority, though her actions become more fixated on your happiness above everything. She's never quite had a little to take care of, she's determined to keep you as content as possible.

ღ - So you're her first. She greatly enjoys taking you into the clouds, touring the garden at leisurely pace until you fall asleep. If it's not up to your fancy, she'll install a crib with a mobile to lull you to sleep. Sometimes, she sticks around to hum nursery rhymes whilst you twirl her curls between your hands. She usually hates being touched, but she'll make exceptions for you.

ღ - She keeps her less savory actions away from sight, much like Dark Cacao Cookie, though it's not because she thinks it'll scare you. She wants to remain a sweet, motherly presence in your life forever. She wants to be viewed as ideally as possible so you don't even consider leaving her garden, much more her. It's selfish that she knows, but her happiness is important too, Is it not? Her adorable little is all she has in this wretched world. Ideally, you'll never find this part of her.

ღ - Petnames are frequent - though she often defaults to 'sugarcube', 'sweetie', or 'darling'. She herself likes being adressed as 'mama' or other variants of the word. She established herself as the 'mother' of this garden long ago, and she'll establish herself as your mother too.

ღ - Though if you do try to leave the garden, things begin to get a little messy. She'd never quite felt deeply wounded before. She was upset when other cookies left the garden, sure, but it's something else if you try to leave. A deep, emotional hurt, one she'd last felt before she fell into sloth. It understandably infuriates her, but she retains a facade of lighthearted playfulness. She'll lovingly lead you back to the garden when you're less aware, cooing softly, something about how you belonged there. Cookies who dare intervene are 'dealt with' later. She hopes that you won't find the crumbs on her robes or the jam outside the garden.

ღ - Her love when you regress is gentle, patient... until someone intrudes. If someone dares to make you upset, to insult your regression is high treason. Her garden is meant to serve everyone, but outside it, it's freegame. The cookie(s) are promptly led away, leaving only a lingering sweet scent. The cake monsters will shortly tear them to shreds. Nothing remains, hopefully. If she's feeling merciful, she'll maybe chase them away. What happens next is not her responsibility.

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"Little Sugarcube? Are you in here?"

Her voice echoes through the small grove, instinctively pulling your eyes from observing the lights strung on your wall. You look for her, watching as her form appears from behind a wall. Her gaze is soft as she floats towards you, gently cupping your face. You coo in response, eyes soft. Her hands wander to your hair, running through the icing.

Your eyes remain barely open, half-lidded and sleepy. She takes immediate notice.

"Ohh darling, do you want to go to bed? Mama'll take you to bed. Come on..."

Her hands meet behind your back, pulling you upwards so you're pushed against her body. She minds the extra weight very little as she slowly lowers you into your bed. The fairy lights suspended above it slowly dim, become a warm orange... the atmosphere becomes slow and sleepy... the mobile above your bed lights up into your favorite colors and begins to make leisurely spins.

It's hard not to grow drowsy as Eternal Sugar Cookie begins to string her lyre in slow winding notes, humming along. You recognise vaguely that she's humming a nursery rhyme. Darkness begins to seep into your vision as her humming slows. Her hand reaches to tuck a stray hair strand away from your face.

"Do you need anything, sweetie?"

You shake your head, nesting further into the covers. She laughs lovingly, pulling her hand away as her wings nestle behind her.

"... Goodnight, darling."

"Goodnight, Mama!"

[matchaelette]

here's an idea! jungkook teaching ash to box!! imagine how cute it'll be, he'll keep praising his girl and said girl will actually shock him w her skills hehehe

GIF by @jung-koook

when you want to learn boxing and jungkook’s method of teaching it leaves a trail of butterflies in your stomach

summary: idol!jk and oc!ash, established relationship, shoutout to anonie, their idea explains it all <3 it’s pure, unadulterated love and we’re just here for the vibes, as we generally are in my drabbles.

genre: fluff

warnings: does jungkook being disgustingly in love count?

word count: 1.9k

notes: kim seokjin is back homeehehehehehehe and namjoon welcomed him playing a saxophone— I missed them so. so. so. much. happy 11th anniversary to our found family guys <3

it was one of those rare days.

having the air conditioner turned on just a short while ago, the air around jungkook feels hot and suffocating. for a whole minute, he contemplates knocking over the glass of iced latte over the countertop and letting it soothe his sweltering skin.

it has probably been less than thirty minutes since he woke up, today being one of those rare days he woke up to your kisses instead of good morning texts. he rolled out of bed in a hazy bliss, brushed his teeth, put on a t-shirt, and waddled his way into the kitchen to make breakfast for the both of you while you decided to go downstairs to check the mail.

now, he’s standing over the stove with a spatula, patiently waiting for the pancakes to cook and not letting his impulsive thoughts win. it was one of those very rare, and quite unusual days, where both of you had the morning off together. he didn’t want to waste even a single second doing unnecessary things without you, such as, perhaps, cleaning the coffee he voluntarily spilled. he’d rather—

but jungkook is broken out of the reverie when he hears a click on the door.

“jungkoooookie! the boxing gloves are here!”

if the click on the door wasn’t enough, your amped-up voice certainly was, to break his train of thoughts.

the door shut behind you with a loud thud— the same thud that you’ve told your beloved boyfriend plenty of times not to make— echoing through the whole house (tell me jungkook. is it so hard to close the door gently or do you just like the sound?). one of your hands is holding onto a glass of iced latte jungkook made for you just minutes ago, sipping it with a straw and another one is secured around a huge white package clutched onto your chest. but jungkook stares at you instead.

you’re wearing one of jungkook’s baby blue oversized shirts, paired with the same black boxers he carelessly tossed on the floors last night, hair swept up into a messy bun. fuck, did you actually wear his boxers downstairs? jungkook suddenly felt himself burning up and he was sure the scathing heat of the day had nothing to do with it.

“kook, hello? look! the boxing gloves are here!”

jungkook, once again distracted by his train of unholy thoughts, blinks when you spin gracefully and land in front of him with a princessy curtsy. the action makes him break out in a wide smile unknowingly, and he suddenly realizes the source of your uncontained glee.

“the boxing gloves are here?”, he asks you, his smile is a literal ray of sunshine. a few weeks ago, jungkook dragged you to one of his boxing training sessions, and it somehow piqued your interest, even though you never really gave it much thought. you were like that, always trying new things and tossing them away as soon as you got the hang of it, floating from one thing to the next like a butterfly. maybe that’s why people played you too. loving you way too easily, discarding you even more easily, just as you begin to love them back.

jeon jungkook didn’t. the thought never once crossed his mind.

“yeah! c’mon let’s open it!”

“give me a second, princess. the pancakes will go up”

“just so you know, I ordered a pair for you as well”, you tell him, making your way to the living room couch.

“really? but babe, I already have way too many”, jungkook follows you soon after, carrying a plate stacked with pancakes, topped with berries and peanut butter just the way you like it. he sets the plate on the side table and sits beside you.

for a brief moment, jungkook’s face fills with confusion.

“yeah but you don’t have—”, you rip open the package, “—this one!”

then he throws his head back in laughter.

the boxing gloves you are holding up triumphantly are black in color, snug and thick and padded with patent leather, perfectly normal, until you notice the white patch covering the area from the knuckles to the wrist— a blonde kim seokjin, mouth stuffed with ramen, face contorted into a totally ridiculous expression.

“see? isn’t it amazing?”

“oh man, holy shit”. jungkook doubles over in laughter, hitting his own thigh repeatedly in the process, “oh my god, where did you find these?! this is absolutely gold!”

“I have my ways”, you flash him a wicked smile, “I knew you’d like ‘em!”

“like them? I am never taking these off!”

“look at my one!”

second wave of laughter hits jungkook when he sees your comparatively smaller boxing gloves. it’s the same black ones as jungkook’s, with the same white patch in the middle but this one portrays a young park jimin in the iconic red bullet concert, eyes smeared with black eyeliner and lips pouting in an ‘ayo’.

“I told you it’s amazing!”

jungkook just laughs uncontrollably, unable to form any coherent sentences.

“I was looking for one with you on it but unfortunately they were all sold out”, you snicker, attempting to put on the gloves and try them out.

“fortunate for me”, jungkook’s laughter is unstoppable, “man, I gotta show these to the hyungs. immediately.”

“after you teach me to box! c’mon c’mon c’mon!”, you spring up from the couch, hopping your way to retrieve one of jungkook’s punching bags, in the corner of the living room where he usually keeps his gym essentials.

“princess”, jungkook’s laughter subsides, and he grabs onto you immediately, “not now. after breakfast.”

“naaaaur—”

“after breakfast”, he says, a stern look in his eyes. and there’s no room left for any arguments anymore.

“but I don't want to defend!”

“babe, you can’t just attack people, you have to defend yourself too!”, jungkook exasperated.

“now, tuck your arms”. jungkook instructs you but then proceeds to bring your arms up to your chin and tuck them by your side himself. “stepping forward would help you initiate a very powerful jab. and stepping backward would help you create a distance between you and your opponent, so it’s the best immediate defense. continue moving back and forth to maintain a powerful stance.”

“okay. which foot stays forward again?”

“keep your feet shoulder-width apart. you’re right-handed, so your right foot stays backward.”

“right foot points at two o’clock, right?”, your focus is solely on your boyfriend, trying your best to follow through with whatever he’s saying. jungkook just wants to kiss you.

“yeah. bend your knees slightly.”

“no no no, not that much— unless you’re getting on your knees for me?”

“jungkook!”

“okay okay! you’re perfect”, jungkook moves a few inches backward and flashes you a mischievous grin, but can’t help being proud of you. he didn’t even have to tell you much and you were already in a perfect stance, certainly much better than him when he was starting out. “now have a go at me. I wanna see your strength. then I’ll teach you the different punches.”

you take position, but hesitate. “okay— how hard am I supposed to hit exactly?”

“huh?”

“could you punch me and show me how much strength i’m supposed to use?”

“really?”, jungkook looks offended but amusement fills him.

“yes! I just want to know if I should go all out or keep it light.”

“you want me to punch you?”

“oh my god, you’ll survive not being a gentleman for five seconds, jungkook”, you say impatiently, “now punch me!”

jungkook, unsurprisingly, doesn’t do what he’s told. instead, wraps his arms around your waist and smashes his mouth against yours, swallowing your surprised squeal with a smirk. in a flash, your head spins and you lose your balance into an abyss of delight. jungkook knows you all too well and presses you against him when you try to grab his shoulders out of reflex (don’t you know he’d never let you fall?) but fail because of your glove-cladded hands. your lips taste sweet and savory, the peanut butter and berries combining into a deadly experience he’s not sure his heart could handle.

yet he never hesitates to steal your breath.

when jungkook lets you go, it takes you several minutes before you can talk. or think.

“what are you doing?”, you whisper.

just what he’s wanting to do… always.

“i’m never gonna learn boxing this way”, you sigh.

“what way?”, jungkook’s breathing is heavy but the smirk on his face says a million other things.

“this way you’re—”, you shake your head and peer blearily, “wait, what was I saying again?”

“c’mon princess, you don’t need me to punch you. just land a punch on me. give me your best shot.”

you mouth an ‘okay’ and fall into stance, as jungkook instructed. “is this okay?”

“good girl”, jungkook teases, which has you losing your focus for a second. but then, you shake your head and direct your shot at his abs, self-instructed.

the punch lands hard and square on him, causing the doe-eyed boy to stagger several steps backward, gripping his abdomen with clear astonishment.

“babe! did you really hit me?!”

“wha— you told me to!”

“I didn’t expect you actually would!”

“what did you expect?”, you’re nonchalant but the redness creeping up your cheeks isn’t, “i’d kiss you senseless after you asked me to land a punch on you?”

jungkook dramatically collapses on the floor, shaking violently with fake coughs. you snort at his antics and offer your hand to your boyfriend to help him up but he doesn’t give you the chance— he grabs onto it and pulls you down. the unexpected gesture throws you off balance and you land directly on top of him. you yelp, but jungkook doesn’t even flinch. he quickly secures his grip around you, making sure not an inch of your body touches the floor or gets hurt.

“jungkook! you—”

said jungkook cuts you short, gently pressing his lips against yours, once again making you forget time and space. what were you planning to say? however, he doesn’t give you any time to think— moving away from your lips and peppering your entire face with kisses. you burst out into giggles and jungkook sighs with satisfaction— that’s it, that’s the smile he’s so helpless in love with.

“is this your idea of teaching me boxing?”, you put your hands on your boyfriend’s chest, lifting yourself up and sitting beside him.

“that was the reward of a punch excellently thrown.”

“oh, you gotta be kidding me. are you planning to reward me after every punch?”

“that’s a very good idea. but jokes aside babe, that was one heck of a punch”, jungkook beams at you, propping himself up on his arms.

you laugh.

“okay, remember when you couldn’t take piano lessons from yoongi oppa because he wouldn’t stop praising you? that’s exactly where this is going.”

“I mean it! that was a really, really solid punch, I did not expect that at all!”. oh, but he did. he has an unbreakable confidence in you that he wished you had in yourself.

“what can I say? you’re being a very good girl”, he winks.

“kook, you're a terrible teacher! you shouldn't flirt with your students!”, you scold him.

“forget what a teacher does. i’d rather do you instead.”

[xxstylefntsyxx]

I apologize if I make you take this dick about a thousand times

Gojo X Black! Reader

Content warning: rough sex, overstimulating, creme pie, and choking.

This one is a drabble and short. So, it'll be a little slight! Just for some people wanting to read on their birthday

"Satoruu~ Satoruu~" You kept moaning under the larger male. Gojo was plowing you into the fresh brown sheets, groaning in your ear eyes unfocused, staring at the small white sheets beside your head. He was dazed, fucking you for hours on your stomach. He had one hand holding your neck, squeezing every now and again, and the other entangled in yours. You were tapped, legs shaking both sweating onto the bed. You were soaked downstairs, pussy abused and creamed.

Gojo wasn't done, he had came twice in you, moaning about how good it felt. He let out a shakey breath, sucking in deeply sinking into you. He was shaking. You tried to crawl from under him, begging him to stop. Gojo let you go just so he could take a breath.

"No, I can't stop... I need it one mo' time before work." He huffed grabbing your hair. You were pulled back under him, nails clawing the bed to get away.

"Daddy! You said that an hour agoo~ you were supposed to be in two hours ago~" You gasped, as his length sunk back inside of you, filing you to the brim again. His dick rested against that soft spot making your eyes got white.

"Cause that pussy droolin'... and I just can't stop. I'm sorry if I make you take it so many times. But when you got pussy so messy and so tasty, you would be just as crazy as me~" He whispered into your head, kissing it before starting up.

"Fuckk! Satoru!" That earned you a slap to the ass, "It's daddy satoru, don't start that or I'll have you in this bed for two hours more."

You moaned about it all night. But satoru couldn't care. He was too entrapped in the velvety walls of your pussy to care. He groaned and pushed into about how good you felt to him and how he was sorry if he missed today. But to you all your brain heard was, "Yeah I might get fired but this pussy drooling around me got me feeling sometype of way."

Either way, you didn't leave that bed for four hours. Satoru kept you like that, creamy throbbing and drooling in different positions.

Never letting up unless you forced him for a break.

♧

[tsuchishima]

WARNINGS | MDNI nsfw gn! reader, fingering, declined orgasm,

WORDS | 0.2k words ~ GENRE | smut

A/N | MDNI !! i don't really write smut so it might be bad. just a short drabble of smut and the reason this post isn't as decorated compared to my other posts is because its hort. this will be also the format i'll be using for my short posts. anyways, read well reader! (*￣3￣)╭

men who knows that he's good with his fingers, and he uses this at his advantage. the way the calloused tips of his hand reaches the deepest parts of your insides, putting pressure in your most sensitive areas. it's like he knows like the back of his hand on how to push your buttons.

small whimpers leave your lips when his fingers did scissor-like motions, bringing you closer to that oh-so sweet release. he continued to pump his fingers in and out with ease while you sensed yourself getting even closer. he felt your walls tighten around his fingers, causing him to draw out his fingers. you chocked at the feeling of getting stopped at just before the point of your orgasm.

a smug look appeared on his face. "you really thought it was that easy?" he licked his fingers that were soaked from your slick before releasing them with a pop! sound.

you ignored his words as you franticly find any contact that could help you reach that climax you've been desperate for. he notices your movements, so he grabbed both of your hands and pinned them above your head with one hand.

"so desperate, are we?" he teased, feeling your hot breath on his face.

he leaned into your ear. "don't you worry, i'll make sure you'll reach that little goal of yours." he said in a whisper.

"it'll just take a.." he snickered before continuing.

"..few hours."

→ m.list

TENDOU, kageyama, TSUKISHIMA, KUROO, ATSUMU, sugawara, TERUSHIMA, [haikyu] GOJO, SUKUNA, geto, [jjk] ALHAITHAM, KAEYA, cyno, WRIOTHESLEY, ayato, CHILDE, [gi] SATAN, LUCIFER, asmodeus, mammon [obey me], + any of your favs!

tsuchisama © — please do not copy, steal or translate.

[redvexillum]

When I first jumped into Vexitober, I genuinely thought I was gonna die. Like, poof, gone. I wrote and posted every single day for a whole month, convinced I could walk it off after a quick break. Spoiler alert: I was wrong. Then came Smutmas. "Oh, it'll be fine," I told myself, "I'm splitting the workload with Kit!" Yeah, no. I once again found myself writing and posting daily like some manic holiday elf.

By the time New Year Kisses rolled around, I was certain I'd finally caught a break. "Short drabbles," I said. Short. Except, surprise! Each one turned into a fully fleshed-out one-shot because apparently, I don't know how to stop. So here I am, months later, writing this post because my brain and body have collectively filed for divorce. Yesterday, while working on a story, I hit a point where I legit thought I was going to throw up. From writing.

Why did I do this to myself? Was I scared of fading into obscurity? Did I think if I stopped posting, everyone would forget me? I guess I’ve been conditioned to think that stories are like fast food—something to be devoured, forgotten, and flushed away as we move on to the next shiny thing.

But then I had this epiphany: Holy shit, that’s unhealthy. I’m fucking tired.

Stories aren’t fast food. They’re experiences. They take time. They deserve time. And maybe… I deserve some time too.

So yeah, all this rambling to say—I'm gonna be okay with not writing AND posting every day. I’m learning to slow down, breathe, and enjoy the process again.

Haha... I think.

[throughgoalsandbaskets]

i have an idea i think is cute/cool, feel free to ignore of course!

can i get fluff hcs or a drabble of a yandere solomon w a willing mc who trusts him blindly and trusts no one else?

Super short, I wrote this during class :(

Also super sorry this is crazy late, I've been on a tight schedule and haven't had the time to sit and think about how I'd write this so it's rushed and messy, I may come back to this and edit it to be longer in a few days

Also this is less yandere and more possessive, mainly because I don't see him as a very violent yandere, more just possessive or manipulative

yandere!Solomon x trusting!darling

Brief warning for mentions of body horror to a child (made up story by the slimy bastard /aff)

★—–-

"Mammon tried to make a pact with me. Said it was to keep me safe."

A still pause occurred.

"And did you?" The sorcerer's eyes raked over the room to your curled up form, sat on the bed with a blanket in your lap and book in your hand.

The sigil on the back of your neck burned with the masked fury of the immortal, and you gave a snort despite the discomfort.

"Who do you take me for?" Silence envelopes the room once again as Solomon blinked before smiling eyes narrowing a sliver. He nods in silent approval as he stands from his chair.

A hand ghosts the back of your neck, and the magically tattooed figure on the skin soothed as his anger dissipated. He hummed and cupped it, your head bowing along to accommodate the action.

"My good, adorable apprentice." You shudder softly.

Yes, that's how it'd been for quite some time now. Sure, it was wrong. You weren't stupid. But you merely didn't care.

Chapped lips pressed into. Yours with a thumb tilting your chin, and your eyes shut as you feel the familiar warmth of a spell being cast on you. Solomon never told you what it was. That's how it always was, and how it'd always be.

When the kiss ended, the warmth faded and settled deep into your bones. You'd come to associate this particular warmth with protection.

The sorcerer was all yours, and no amount of prying or pushing from otherworldly beings such as the demons who'd kidnapped you or the angels who were too kind would ever have him slipping away from you.

He certainly wouldn't let you go without a fight, anyways.

- There is no doubt in my mind Solomon would be a casually possessive yandere. He'd thrive if you were so trusting towards him, and would get a power trip if it's only him you seem to trust

- I like to imagine he'd have taken advantage of the immediate mistrust that came with the whole "summoned into another world by stranger demons who claim this and that" to swoop you off your feet. After all, wouldn't you trust the only human around?

- the sigil on the back of your neck is like a pact I like to think, something he has to mark you as his. It burns and warms with his emotion like one, too, so if he's mad it'll get uncomfortably hot and if he's happy, it'll simmer down

- he'd definitely cast magic on you without telling you what it is, though. I picture him doing anything from tracking spells to minor love spells (as needed if needed at all) to wards to get otherworldly beings to back off

- you probably still live at the HoL officially, but you definitely spend your time with him 24/7

- after all, who knows what those rotten demons may do to you if you're not kept safe and sound? You certainly don't trust the people who kidnapped you, and Solomon feeds into that by sharing stories of all the bad things demons have done to him and others

- speaking of, he'd probably not be the kind of yandere to get his hands dirty, I imagine he'd wind up probably being a lot more manipulative and let his magic do the trick

- oh, a demon offered you something that was supposedly human safe, but you didn't take it anyways? Smart choice, has he told you of the time one of those pathetic monsters offered a child candy that melted the poor kid's insides?

- he'd be possessive, manipulative, and would definitely twist stories to keep you relying on the only human around— him

[returnofeternity]

hiiii i dont know if you write for transmasc reader but if you do can i request a drabble or some thoughts about taissa giving reader his last t shot in the wilderness? Thanks

synopsis. tai does your last t-shot.

pairing: taissa turner x transmasc!reader

genre: fluff

warnings. dysphoria, needles, slight blood.

wc: 661

· · ★ · ·

somehow, you've gone 8 months without caving and taking your last injection.

you were saving your last shot for when you really needed it, and right now, dysphoria is eating you alive. you wake up feeling horrible, heart sinking for no reason. well, there was a reason, actually. but you can't seem to find an exact one. it could be the way your period returned after spring came from getting way more food in your system, it could be your mood swings from being off T for so long, or it could be the way your hips seem more feminine than ever. it makes your stomach churn.

deep down you know that one shot won't change all that, but it'll help you not feel like shit for just a little while. so, you walk over to your grimy suitcase and take out the little testosterone box you hid, thinking you'd forget about it if you ever went to search for it, along with your last needle, and take out the last of your medicine.

your hand shakes as you flick the needle to make sure there's no air bubbles, feeling nervous about poking yourself. you don't even know if you can do it. you have to, you're not gonna waste it, but you know you'll be sitting here for hours hyping yourself up for it.

you lean back and glance out of the hut you share with akilah, gen, and mari, your eyes landing on taissa leaning against a wooden table. bingo. you'll just ask her to do it. you trust her, and you're pretty sure she wouldn't say no.

carefully, you get up, holding the needle away from you as you sheepishly walk out of the hut. feels kinda awkward just randomly having a needle all of a sudden, but the girls know about you being trans. though, you do blush when shauna catches your eye and looks down at your hands.

you clear your throat when you approach taissa. "tai?" you smile when she turns to you and hold up the needle. "can you do this for me? i don't trust myself."

"are you sure? i don't think i trust myself stabbing you either." she sets down the rope she was fumbling with on the table and wipes her hands on her pants before taking the needle from you. "where do you wanna do it?"

you nod over to the stump by your hut and lead her over there, sitting down stiffly and trying to calm your already high nerves. you mumble to yourself as you lift your shorts up a bit so she can have access to your thigh, blushing bright red when she leans down and puts her warm hand on it.

she can feel your thigh clench. "nervous?" there's a teasing tone in her voice and a glint in her eyes when you look at her, her teeth on display as she smiles. "you have to relax if you want me to do it. i'm not gonna have you crying on me because you couldn't unclench."

"i wouldn't cry." you mumble pathetically, unclenching your leg and trying to take deep breaths. you avert your eyes when she takes hold of your thigh again, ready to inject, and look elsewhere. you take in a quick breath and she looks up with concern. you shake your head at her. "just do it quick."

taissa takes in a deep breath herself, prepping herself to stab you. she pinches your thigh and injects the needle quickly like you said, pressing down on the syringe to administer the medicine. once it's all out, she swiftly removes the needle and makes a face when she sees the droplets of blood seeping out of the injection site. she looks back up at you to see if you notice but you're still looking off in the distance, slyly wiping the blood with her thumb and patting your thigh.

"there. wasn't so bad, was it?"