#Long drabble

[salamansir]

Sun and Moon as "Sundrop" and "Moondrop"

Makes me think that it's a silly, sickly sweet petname. What better to call your loved ones than a candy based off of them?

(Sun centric, can be read as platonic or romantic, he/they pronouns for the DCA, gn Y/n, Y/n works in the Pizzaplex, it's cleaning day baby >:])

"Sun?" No response.

"Sunny?" You ask curiously. Still nothing.

"Sunflower, where are you?" You shout out into the daycare. A soft clicking noise can be heard from the balcony.

"Sunny I can hear you up there!" You shout at him with a smile

He giggles and then flops his front half over the edge with his rays making lazy circles around his head, staring at you.

"Yes lovebug???" He seems excited about something.

"Can you come here please? I haven't seen you all day!"

You really haven't. Being an employee at the Pizzaplex isn't always easy. Maintenence, lights, cleaning, customer service, handsy messy kids, and a seemingly never ending list of tasks. You travel across the whole plex all day, and it's tiring. But it's nice to be able to come to the daycare at the end of the day for your last tasks.

Sure, the Glamrocks are good company, but Sun and Moon are your best friends! Even if they hide from you when it's time for a cleaning.

"Sun, come down here, it's your turn!"

He stares at you for a second before he scoots his prone form off the balcony and ragdolling into the ball pit below him.

"Sun?!?!"

No response

"Come on!! I'm not coming in there to get you again." Yes you were.

"UGH" You sigh out sarcastically and stare for a few minutes to see if he'll give up on the bit

... he's not

You begrudgingly cross the bridge into the vast sea of plastic before you and walk over to where you saw Sun fall.

With a smile on your face you start kicking around with your legs to feel for them. It takes a minute and moving a few feet in either direction, but you feel him grab your calf and pull it forward.

You stumble and fall onto your back in the pit. There are lanky limbs on you in an instant.

Caged in by the Daycare Attendant you can't do much but sit there with your head and shoulders above the surface. Sun is giggling and lifts his head up to look at you, rays retracting and coming back out in a show of excitement.

"Hi~", they purr at you and nuzzle into your shoulder.

"Hello sundrop~" you pat on his back lovingly. His rays start whirring around in circles.

He hugs you just a little harder and then loosens his tight grip in your body.

He looks at you with his milky white eyes expectantly.

"What?" You question him. He taps his cheek with a long finger and says,

"Here."

"Oh!" You realize and then give him a short kiss on the cheek. He brightens up and pushes his smile against your forehead in his form of a kiss with a loud, "MWAH!"

You stare at eachother before you say,

"Its cleaning day man, we've got to get this done, and then we can play."

They look at you and click their head to the side, once, twice, and then a full circle.

"Fine.." he says. You're able to hear the pout in his tone.

"Its not that bad, you just have some marker on you! This should be quick." You tell him.

"Can you use the really soft rag?" He asks.

"Hm?"

"The soft one! With the good smelling foam!" They say excitedly.

"Oh! Yeah! Let me get some some stuff out of the closet real quick." You tell them.

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The cleaning goes smoothly! Sun sits on a cleared off spot of the security desk and you put a sweet scented foam cleanser on the marker spots. Some are more stubborn to come off than others, and you discover that some of it is Sharpie. No matter, it comes off with a little elbow grease and some giggles from Sun complaining about tickles.

"Snrrk- Y/N!! HEHHEHE!!!!"

"What~" you tease and continue scrubbing, a little lighter this time, moving to the seam on his front that had green marker in it.

Putting a line of foam on the seam, you rub it in with a gloved hand.

Sun starts frantically tapping his hands on the desk and kicking his legs off to the side.

"PfffftttaahahaAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!"

Giggles and the light tinking sound of his bells fill the air while you use the corner of the rag to clean the gap.

When you're finally done, you have a dirty rag, some peeled stickers you discovered on the back of his rays, and... a squeaky clean Sun!

He picks you up and twirls around

"Oh THANK YOU friend! What would Moon and I do without you hm?"

"Probably be covered in glitter and marker" you laugh.

"Hm, I suppose. But I like being pretty! And the kids get really excited to color on me!" They say happily.

"Yeah I bet they are, but you know-"

You're cut off by your Faz-watch telling you that your work day is over, and to clock out and have a 'Faztastic day'.

"Oop, looks like our time is up Y/n! Moonie says not to stay up too late tonight!"

They give you one last hug before guiding you to the comically large doors and waving at you as you head out of the shutters.

You wave back at him and tell him that you'll be back tomorrow and you'll have more free time then.

Heading home, you find yourself in a great mood.

Today was a good day.

[robanilla-writes]

In The Garden (Right Where You Left it)

Read on Ao3

Rated G | Words: 688

CW: Canonical Character Death, Decay existing as an extant form of life, Grief/Mourning, Sorrow

Summary: Dream wakes up after 500 years as stone.

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Dream blinks.

Inhale. Exhale.

One finger at a time, now. A hand.

The air is fresh and warm, but it's different.

He tries to move his arms from where they cross protectively over his chest, but vines keep him in place. Moss grows up his legs, and his crown has been overrun with flora.

He coughs. It hurts.

The sun shines down brightly, and for a few minutes more, Dream is sure he's lost his vision completely.

But he blinks, and he finally breaks through the roots holding him in place, and he shields his eyes from the light.

He recognizes this hill, but it's different.

He knows there should be a village to the south, but when he turns to look for it, there is little but forest. When he finally breaks away from the dirt and takes his first, shaky step towards it, he may notice the ruins of that village under the foliage.

He turns. Behind him is a tree stump, covered in masses of beautiful fungus and moss and extant forms of life- and for a moment, Dream just admires it. He takes in the explosion of plant life around him, and then he takes in the sun, and he breathes in deeper.

There is a bright buzzing off to the side. Clicking and squeaks of beetles, the chirping of birds- there is life here.

Dream takes another step, and his bones barely remember how to stand up for themselves after being stuck in stone for so long... how long has it been, anyway?

How long has it been, since...

Memories play back in his mind's eye, and Dream chokes. He looks around again, and he sees the scars of the incident embedded in the hill. There are patches of life fertilized and fed by the corpses of the villagers, and the stump...

He looks over the wonderful color, and he is horrified. Life, yes, but the sort of life that grows when something is rotten to the core.

Unlike him, his mother would never wake again.

Dream falls to his knees before her grave, and weeps.

His hands are so small. His legs shake like a newborn fawn. But his grief is so loud, so overpowering and strong, that every creature on the hill quiets their song to listen.

He had failed her

He had failed the village.

He had failed his brother.

If only he had been there. If only he had realized sooner that the villagers had ill intent. If only he had done his duty to protect!

He cries until he can't; until the river of his tears meets with the river of his childhood, but other than the bees, the toads, and the snakes, no one is around to hear his wail.

Not anymore.

Dream curls up next to his mother, and though he understands that she isn't there anymore, he tells her everything he can remember. He asks her every question that comes to mind.

How long has it been? What happened to his friends?

Why did Nightmare do this? What happened to him?

Is he okay now? Where is he?

Why can't he feel him anymore?

The birds, the squirrels, and the lizards flock to him, hoping to ease his unrest. The butterflies, the spiders, and the ants fret about. From the forest, deer, elk, and bears alike have been called upon by Dream's aching cries. Even in the remains of his home, Dream is not alone.

The stump does not answer, but Dream can feel her love wrap around him, part of his immortal soul.

He naps in the ruins of what used to be his home, one last time.

When he wakes up again, it is to the pull of joy. Like a magnet, he is called to stand up and walk towards its source. He feels it flow through him like water, and he's just now realizing how parched his tongue seemed to be.

The ring of sunlight that appears before him beckons him further, and with a last look at his universe, Dream walks forward, taking his first step into his new reality.

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Dreamtale | Dream by jokublog

[alidravana]

Congrats on 150! May I humbly request Soap/Ghost with “I’m scared?”

This one really stumped me for a while, because I couldn't see either one of them saying "I'm scared"...and then the new game came out!

So here's an extra long drabble for this prompt, with spoilers for the MW2022 game:

“Soap?  Johnny, you there?” Ghost muttered into the phone, grabbing his jacket and stepping out of the bar so he could hear better.  Soap had left the bar earlier than the rest of the group; Ghost assumed that the kid had a bit too much Scotch, he had been looking a bit green around the edges.  Half expecting the Sergeant to have fallen asleep as soon as he got back to the base, he was surprised when his phone rang, Soap’s name flashing across the screen.  

He frowned when there was no response, wondering for a moment if the Soap had hung up, but then he could hear someone breathing faintly in the background.  “Sergeant?” He said sharply, hoping that the title would rouse the younger soldier.  

“G-Ghost?  Is that…is that you?” Soap’s voice came across the call shakily.  

“Yeah mate, you’re the one who called me,” Ghost replied, rolling his eyes at the slurred speech.  Soap was more intoxicated than he had originally thought.  “Do you need something?”

Ghost pressed the phone closer to his ear in alarm as he heard a loud, hitched breath followed by a muffled sob, almost as if Soap was trying to stop himself from crying.  “Johnny, where are you?” he demanded, his concern skyrocketing as he motioned to the rest of the group who had followed him out.

Covering the mouthpiece, he whispered to Laswell about tracing the phone call, the agent nodding in response as she stepped to the side.  

“Johnny, where are you?” Ghost repeated, a bit louder this time, switching the call to speaker so the others could hear.  

“I…I’m not really sure,” Soap mumbled, his words slurring together.  His breathing was labored, a deep rattling sound coming from his chest.  Ghost frowned, worried that perhaps Soap had hidden further injuries from their last mission, but before he could ask another question, Soap spoke first.

“I’m scared,” the younger man whispered, followed by another sob.  “I th-think I was drugged…maybe in the bar?  It’s…it’s getting harder t-to move.”

Ghost exchanged a glance with Price, the older man motioning for Gaz to go back inside to investigate.  

All of sudden, they heard a bang, the all too familiar sound of a gunshot, and a responding whimper from Soap.  Footsteps were approaching, and Ghost couldn’t help but flinch as though he was the one hiding, everyone else remaining silent as well as they waited to hear what was going to happen next.

But the last word they all heard from Soap before the call ended shot chills down Ghost’s spine.  

“Graves.”

[accioataraxia]

Hogwarts was in its prime during the autumn season. With the equinox past and the chill of fall finally set in, Hermione was able to enjoy the courtyard and its palette of oranges, yellows, and reds on a daily basis. She smiled when a certain blonde blocked her reading light, the only person permitted to commit such a crime.

She clicked her tongue, “You’re blocking my light, Malfoy.”

“I thought I was your light, Granger.” He sat next to her on the checkered blanket she’d spread out on the grassy area between two of the castle’s towers, an open but private area to read and be with him.

“You provide the light inside of me. As soulmates typically do.” She took in the hardened features of his face and the strong veins in his neck as he leaned back on his palms. “But unless you begin actually glowing, I’m afraid it’s the wrong kind of light.”

He lazily turned his head toward her, a crooked grin played on his lips. “Mother sent a letter. Something about an official soulmate ceremony.”

Hermione snorted. “That’s a pureblood tradition. An unnecessary one. Like most of them are.”

“I am a pureblood.” He looked up at the sky, squinting into the sun. “Perhaps you could humor us old traditionalists this one time.”

“You just want to see me in one of those hideous gowns Narcissa will force me into.”

He cupped her face, a feral type of amusement danced in his eyes. “My mother may get to force you into it. But I get to take it off of you.”

Hermione laughed, a light breathy sound. Draco had become more insufferable than ever since the bond had been sealed but she’d be lying if she said it didn’t make a swarm of butterflies take flight in her stomach.

She tilted her head back, offering her lips to him, as if he needed the encouragement. As always, his first kiss was slow and soft, full of meaning and promise. The kisses following were rough and hot, assurance that no one else could make her feel the way he did.

[demon-blood-youths]

Jinx:Yeah I have to know! Could you tell me Ink? If it's alright.

"Sure! I will tell you, Jinx!" Ink grins as she goes to tell the story of how Yuji Itadori tracked down Mineta to Jinx and the girls.

"It all started when..." Ink begins.

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In the late afternoon, Ink and Rust are talking with Bakugo, Kirishima, and Midoriya about something regarding Gerald at UA Dorms. Gerald and Maggie are hanging out with Class 1-A students who are enjoying Gerald's company. As the four talk with each other, they see a panting and panicking-looking Mineta coming into the living room, holding a bag.

Ink blinks.

Midoriya and Kirishima sighs while Bakugo and Rust groans.

"Okay! You little pervert, what the hell did you do this time?!" Bakugo growled, walking over to Mineta. The boy yelped, "You gotta help me! I'm being hunted down!"

Rust glares at Mineta then he noticed he is carrying in bookbag. "What's in the bag?!"

"Oh uh....you know! Stuff!" Mineta quickly said but Bakugo and Rust aren't buying it. Rust hated what Mineta did to Breezy so he snatches the bag and rips it, revealing panties.

"DUDE! WHAT THE FUCK?!" Rust cursed. This guy has a problem!

"Seriously, man?!" Kirishima groaned, facepalming.

"MINETA! YOU LITTLE CREEP! WHOSE PANTIES ARE THESE?!"

"Oh uh...you know..." Mineta laughed to which Rust and Bakugo looked ready to murde him. Mineta cries out, "It's the girls from Jujustu High."

"JUJUTSU HIGH?!" The boys yelled. Ink yells, "YOU STOLE THEM FROM TAZ, NOBARA AND THE GIRLS?!" But wait...

"Wait...whose chasing you??" Ink asked.

"HEY! WHERE IS THAT CREEP?!" A male voice shouted outside their dorms. Everyone ran to the window and saw who was outside.

Standing below is three teenage boys and one girl donning the Jujutsu High uniform. Daichi, Megumi, Nobara and Yuji. It is quite obvious, all of them are pissed off.

Ink can already sense Sukuna is pissed off too. She can see his one glaring eye from Yuji's cheek at the window where they are at.

"Mineta! WHY?! Why did you mess with Jujutsu High?!" Kirishima yelled.

"MINETA, YOU FUCKING IDIOT! YOU BROUGHT THOSE EXTRAS FROM THAT HAUNTED-ASS SCHOOL! HAVE YOU LOST YOUR DAMN MIND?!" Bakugo shouted at Mineta. Rust sighs.

"But their panties..." Mineta begins.

"YOU IDIOT!" All three boys yelled at him, bonking him on the head. Midoriya tries to go in being the peacemaker and talks to Yuji, "Uh....Yuji! Hi! Good evening, how are-"

"Where's your classmate?" Yuji Itadori cut him off. Midoriya gulps a little seeing how serious Yuji and his friends are. Their looks can kill.

"Just a moment!" Midoriya quickly said. Midoriya goes to hide under the window and whispers to Ink. "I think he's mad. No...he's pissed!" Ink adds, "Not only him but four of them too."

"Four?" Midoriya blinks. He only sees three. What does Ink mean by four? She doesn't mean...oh gods...

"Sukuna is really pissed." Ink tells him. Midoriya remembers Sukuna and he doesn't want to mess with him. So Mineta stole panties from Jujutsu High girls for a second time. Messing with that school never goes well. Why would Mineta go and do that?!

"Okay...okay...let me fix this!" Midoriya said and popped his head back out from the head. "I have your classmates' belongings! Let me go down and return them to you."

Yuji sighs with his arms crossed. "Thanks, Midoriya. But I also want your classmate, Minoru Mineta."

Midoriya smiles. "Oh...okay. Just a moment." He quickly couches under the window. "He wants Mineta! He said his full name and is acting very calm." He tells Ink in a panic. Never did he hear Yuji say Mineta and his full name at that. He is VERY pissed and the way he acts so calmly makes Itadori Yuji scary.

Ink thinks, "I think...." But the girls heard this.

"I say we give him to them!" Said Ashido.

"Yeah!" Jiro said.

"Mineta needs to pay for his crimes." Tsuyu points out. The girls of Class 1-A heard the commotion as they were sick of Mineta and his pervy antics.

Idia tries to calm the girls down, "Now everyone! I understand your frustration but I don't condone violence on school grounds!" He told them.

The commotion is loud enough for the Jujutsu High students to hear.

"HEY, YOU HERO STUDENTS! THAT LITTLE CREEP WENT INTO OUR DORMITORY AT THE DEAD OF NIGHT, DID YOU KNOW THAT?!" Nobara shouted angrily.

The silence was deafening. All eyes went to Mineta. "YOU DID WHAT?!"

"I can explain!" Mineta said with his hands up.

"By going into their dormitory! Oh fucking hell...you went into their rooms, didn't ya?!" Rust yelled angrily. Maggie growls, hearing this as her hair glows an orange color. Ink goes to calm her down so she won't burn the place down.

"Uhh..." Mineta said.

"NOW GIVE US THE EVIL DOER!" It's Daichi now. "HE TRAMATUIZED TAZ, YURIA AND MIKO. HE DESCEARATE THEIR HONOR! HE HAS TO PAY FOR HIS CRIMES!"

Idia goes to the window, "Now you four, I am not going to defend his actions at all. He will be severely punished by the school and I'm sure so-"

"So he can do it again?" Megumi cuts him off. "How can you let someone like that become a hero at this school. Just give us the bastard or else we break the door down." Megumi threatened.

"How did you get past the school's defense systems?!" Idia asked incredulously.

"We just jumped over it. It wasn't that hard." Nobara said.

"And the teachers?" Denki asked.

"Some guy named Hound Dog, Sukuna scared him off though. We knocked him out before he sounded the alarm." Megumi shrugged. The way Megumi said it made the Idia and Denki gulped. Oh dear god, they knocked out a member of UA Staff.

They are this mad.

------ Present -----

"Then what happened?" Ashely blinked. Yuuka whistled. She heard it from Urarka about the story on a video call so hearing it in detail from Ink is pretty crazy.

"Yes! Tell us what happened!" Jinx said.

"Did they knock down the door or what?!" Kali said, excited to hear the rest. This is getting good. It's about Mineta getting beat up again.

"Mineta got thrown out the window." Ink answered. This stuns the girls into silence and then yells, "WHAT?!"

---- Flashback ------

"GET OVER HERE, YOU LITTLE PREVERT! I AM NOT GETTING CURSED TONIGHT ON SOME VOODOO SHIT BECAUSE OF YOU!" Bakugo goes to catch him so the jujutsu sorcerers won't break down the door. A few seconds before, Sukuna's mouth manifests in Yuji's hand as Yuji holds up his arm.

"LISTEN UP YOU BRATS! IF YOU DON'T HAND OVER THE LITTLE SHIT! I WILL COME IN. CURSE YOUR SOULS AND HAUNT YOU IN YOUR DREAMS!!"

"And I'm not going to stop him." Yuji said loud and clearly.

Hearing an angry Sukuna send shivers down Midoriya and Bakguo's spine. For the classmates who haven't seen Sukuna before, hearing him with that threatening demonic voice is enough to send Class 1-A into a frenzy and try to apprehend Mineta so they won't get cursed. Or maybe the fact, Yuji is not going to stop Sukuna this time.

But Mineta is too fast as he throws his sticky balls to hinder them.

"MINETA GET BACK HERE!" Ashido yelled.

"WE ARE NOT GOING TO BE CURSED!" Kirishima yelled.

"NEVER! YOU WILL NEVER CATCH ME!" Mineta yelled.

"MINETA! STOP THIS!" Shoto shouted. Midoriya and Ink could only watch, seeing their friends trying to catch Mineta but his quirk makes it hard.

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Meanwhile..the students of Jujutsu High are outside hearing this. Daichi talks to them. "Do you think that they're going to catch him inside their own dormitory?" He asked his friends.

"Maybe." Megumi said. "I hope for their sakes."

"If not, we're breaking the door down!" Nobara has her hammer ready along with some nails. Yuji is eerily quiet. Daichi notices this, "Uh Yuji?"

"I heard you. If they don't catch them, I might break through the wall and hunt him down throughout the school." He said.

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"YOU LITTLE SHIT!" Rust groaned. Everyone is trying to catch Mintea but then someone finally catches him. It was Gerald. "Got you!" Gerald grins.

Mineta struggles in Gerald's hold but the boy's grip is so strong, it's almost impossible, "Didn't I stick your feet on the floor with my balls?" Mineta asked.

"Did you?" Gerald blinks looks down at his sneakers steps on Mineta's spherical purple sticky balls. He doesn't notice as he easily walks not hindered by Mineta's quirk. But not without taking some of the floor with him. Class 1-A was shocked by this.

"You caught him!" Jiro asked.

"Good work, Gerald!" Ashido asked. Now it's time to hand Mineta to Jujustu High.

"NOOOOO PLEASE! I'm SORRY! I won't do it again!" Mineta is now ugly crying but his pleas fall on deaf ears. Rust crosses his arms and already he has an idea. He goes to whisper in Bakugo's ear to which the explosive hero is slowly grinning and grinning from ear to ear. "That's a good idea. I like the way you think." He told Rust who is matching his grin.

"Hey! Little Guy!" He walks to Gerald and tells him. "Throw Mineta to the guys down below, would ya? They're going to catch him. Can you do that?" Bakugo asked Gerald. Midoriya and Ink blinked. Wait what?!

"Really?" Gerald smiles, trusting Bakugo. "Sure thing, Dynamight!" He goes to take Mineta.

"WAIT WHAT?! BAKUGO! NOOOO!" Mineta struggles in Gerald's hold. "Please! Gerald, right?! How about I give you some of the panties?! Or maybe give you my autograph?! Or maybe some hero merch! You like heroes, right?!"

Gerald stops as they reach the window. "Maggie said....boys who done really bad stuff to girls are bad guys and the other way around! You made Taz cry!" Gerald said with a small frown. The girls in Class 1-A were touched while the boys were glad that they won't get cursed.

"Okay Gerald! Throw him!" Rust said with a grin while Bakugo is now grinning evilly.

"Okay!" Gerald smiled and threw Mineta out the window. "NOOOOO!"

"That's for Breezy and all the panties you took from the girls, you son of bitch!" Rust yelled as Mineta was thrown out of the window. And just like the boys predicted. Someone caught Mineta in the air.

"Oh god, I'm saved!" Then he blinks to see a brown owl with a weird face on it.

"Oh...he's dead." Ink said, recognizing Megumi's shikigami, Nue. Nue is taking Mineta to where the Jujutsu High students are. Midoriya and Ink can hear Mineta screaming in terror as he descends down to the jujutsu sorcerers, "NOOOO!"

As he landed, the DBT and Class 1-A are seeing the most brutal beatdown. They can hear the angry shouts of the sorcerers as they are beating Mineta up in a circle.

"YOU LITTLE PERVERT! HOW DARE YOU GO INTO MY LITTLE SISTER'S ROOM, STEAL HER CLOTHES, AND SCARE HER IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT?! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" Yuji shouted, bonking him on the head and beating him up.

Rust and Bakugo were laughing non-stop, hearing Mineta's scream and Yuji's anger. Now that was worth it.

"Did I do a good thing?" Gerald asked the students of Class 1-A.

"You did wonderfully, Gerald!" Ashido said. "Thank you!"

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"So that's it?" Kali asked. Ink shakes her head, "No...Mineta tries to escape and Yuji ends up breaking a few trees and breaking down the wall of the dorm he catches Mineta, giving him another beatdown. Yuji tracks him down like a hunting dog. "

"Oh! And Megumi and Daichi messed up his room. Nobara had Daichi burn the panties that Mineta stole. Then she shakes down Mineta for money to buy new ones and Yuji makes sure that Mineta pays up too."

"Wow." Ashely said.

"Yeah! Yuji was on his butt ever since Mineta was found on the Jujutsu High's campus. I heard he threw cars at Mineta from his teacher, Gojo-sensei. He was watching the whole thing go down." Ink said.

"Holy hell..." Yuuka said. He never expected Mineta to piss Yuji off that much. Jinx thinks otherwise, "Wow...Yuji is scary when he's angry. He was doing it for Taz, didn't he?"

"He did." Ink sips her soda making Jinx blush. "And oh! I asked if Gerald could enroll at UA, Midoriya and Bakugo said yes after Gerald caught Mineta."

"WAIT WHAT?!" The girls yelled.

@the-silver-peahen-residence

[petitelepus]

Can you do a she/they/he Reader/TFA Bee drabble? Nsfw or sfw (I'd like nsfw, but whichever you're more comfortable with :3)

WARNING, I am so SORRY, this turned out to become a little suggestive SFW story, but I hope you like it anyways because it opens doors to potential future chapters!

"What were you thinking?" You asked as you looked down at the small yellow Autobot. Bumblebee glared at you from his seated position against the tree, but you weren't even one bit intimidated by his sad attempt to look tough.

"Honestly, what were you trying to prove? That you can take on a big scary Decepticon all on your own?" You shook your helm in a disappointed manner.

Now Bumblebee could be careless at times and people who knew him would agree with that. He was working on it, he swears, but this was a chance of a lifetime! He had been out on a patrol and had got an AllSpark fragment's signal on his radar. The signal was coming from the forest, one place Bumblebee really disliked, but he knew he could get some recognition if he brought a piece of AllSpark back to the base.

He hadn't been expecting to run into a Decepticon, aka you, who had also found the signal too good to pass. A fight broke out, but you were bigger and stronger than the little yellow Autobot so you had him tied with Stasis Cuffs you carried around in your subspace. A good Con must be prepared for everything, that was your motto.

"So?! I have beaten Blitzbrains in a fight and I could beat you also if you wouldn't cheat, cheater!" Bumblebee shouted at you, but you just kept looking down on him quietly.

"Hmm…"

"What, what is it?!"

"You're cute." You nodded, "For an Autobot."

"Wh- What!?" Bumblebee blushed as he started to fidget as if he had ants running between his armor. You chuckled and sauntered to the Autobot and sat in front of him, to ease the size difference between you guys.

"Back in the good old days, I would take a little one like you out, offer you a good meal, followed by a good time, and then perhaps eat you-!"

"Y- You aren't going to eat me, are you!?" Bumblebee cried out as he tried to create more distance between the two of you, but his back was already firmly against the tree. You blinked, stunned by the Autobot's behavior, but the shock died out quickly.

"Bha ha ha ha!" You laughed, "Do you think I would actually eat you?"

"Well, what did you mean by that then!?"

"You really don't know? You're awfully naive." You noted, "Didn't they teach you about birds and bees back in Autobot Academy?"

"I- I know how interfacing works!" Bumblebee pouted and you smiled. He was a young one and painfully innocent. You grinned as you leaned toward him.

"So you know about fragging." You chuckled lightly, "Tell me little Autobot…" You purred as you traced your sharp servos against his cheek, making sure you weren't cutting him, "Has anyone touched you before? Made you into a stuttering needy mess? Made you want to scream in highest peaks of pleasure?"

"W- Wait-! I don't want-!" The words barely left his mouth and you nodded, "Okay." You said and pulled away from Bumblebee as if touching him burned you. The yellow Autobot blinked and looked at you in shock.

"Wait… You aren't going to force yourself on me?" He asked uncertainly and you scowled, "I'm a Decepticon, not a monster."

"Wow… I just assumed that you Cons would just take what you want." Bumblebee said and you shook your helm, "We have more honor than your Autobot superiors or leaders let you little pawns believe."

"I'm not a pawn!" He pouted and you snorted, "Sure you aren't."

A silence fell between you two and while you weren't really bothered by it, Bumblebee clearly was.

"So, uh…" He looked at you uncertainly, "What are you going to do to me?"

"I could take you as a hostage? It wouldn't be hard at all, and then take you to Lord Megatron so he can… Persuade you to tell the location of your Autobots' base where you are holding AllSpark fragments." You shrugged, "But I kinda like you enough not to bring you back to our base. Chances are that you would never be able to leave the place once I would bring you in."

"Oh…" He blinked, "I- I mean, oh!"

"In fact…" You reached towards Bumblebee and he flinched, thinking you were going to hurt him, but instead of doing so, you unlocked Stasis cuffs and took them off. "As proof of my sincerity, I'll let you go instead of taking you with me."

"Oh… Wait…?" Bumblebee scowled as he rubbed his sore wrists, "If this is one of your schemes to get me to lower my guard and tell you where we keep our AllSpark fragments then you are dead wrong!"

You couldn't roll your optics any harder or else they might have gotten stuck behind your helm. He was so suspicious, but you couldn't really blame him. If you would have been in his position you would probably also act like he was acting.

"Fine." You sighed and pulled out the small piece of AllSpark you had collected. "I'll give this to you as a peace offering."

Bumblebee blinked and looked at the shard in your hand. Carefully, like a shy wild animal, he reached for the piece and immediately jumped back once he got it. He looked at the shard and then at you. "You're awfully kind- No, weird for a Decepticon. What are you plotting?"

"Plotting?" You hummed thoughtfully, "Nothing really? I'm just a nice guy?"

"You're a Decepticon. There is no way your intentions are any good!"

"Really?" You pouted, "I don't think I'm that mean?"

"If you are as nice as you claim to be then why are you a Decepticon? Why do you want to enslave people?" Bumblebee asked and you had the guts to smile at him.

"My dream is that one day we can all live peacefully together." You confessed with a small hopeful smile. "I am sure Lord Megatron will make my dream come true so I keep supporting the Decepticon cause."

Bumblebee stared at you in wonder. He had never heard a Con speak like you were speaking. You sounded genuine about your goals, but could they really be that sincere? Should he ask?

"Aah, but I have been wasting too much of my precious time here!" You wailed dramatically as you turned your back to the yellow Autobot, ready to leave, "I have to return and let Lugnut know that I failed to obtain the AllSpark fragment. Aah, he is going to nag at me…!"

"Wait!" Bumblebee called and you stopped and looked at him, "What is it?"

"W- what did you mean by eating me?" He asked and you blinked before you burst out laughing. "After our serious conversation that is all you are thinking?"

"I- It's your fault for speaking about birds and bees as if I know nothing!" He shouted, his face bright red and burning from embarrassment.

"Oh, there are so many things I wanna do to you, my cute little Autobot. If you want to learn more…" You grinned and winked at him, "You know where to find me."

[disneyprincessbuffyannesummers]

❮This is not general surgery in miniature. These are the tiny humans. These are children. They believe in magic, they play pretends there is fairy dust in their IV bags. They hope and they cross their fingers and they make wishes, and that makes them more resilient than adults. They recover faster, survive worse. They believe. In peds, we have miracles and magic. In peds, anything is possible.❯ - Dr. Arizona Robbins -

for @sterekdrabbles & @sterekdrabblesgonelong 's words of;

learn, collect, and pull

warnings: Nogitsune, hospitals, adult/teenager relationship, you're gonna need tissues, demonic birds.

not my gif

9pm and all was well. Okay, kinda. The son of the local Sheriff was in the hospital, an animal attack.

No, it was Nogitsune. His face was almost ripped in half. ‘A bird,’ Says Scott. ‘A bird, a fuckin’ bird nearly ripped his eye out, if I hadn’t be there he-,’ Scott started to sob. ‘I’m gonna go get a snack, does anyone want anything?’ Mrs. McCall looks at her son and ushers him out. ‘I’ll take you to get the salt and vinegar chips from the 3rd floor’s vending machine,’ Scott smiles at that.

When Derek gets a call he’s still half-asleep. ‘Heylo?’ He begins. ‘Hey,’ He hears Boyd begin. ‘What’s going on?’ He asks, still tired. ‘Stiles is at the hospital,’ Those words woke him up. ‘Why?’ He puts the phone on speaker trying to find a jacket and shoes. He cleans his teeth, with his forefinger and toothpaste. ‘How bad is he?’ Derek is collecting his thoughts. 

‘They’re about to take him into surgery,’ 

‘Surgery? What kind of surgery?’

‘Paediatric brain surgery and then he’ll be the PICU,’

‘The what?’ Asks Derek. ‘Pediatric Intensive Care Unit, I mean he is still 17,’ Boyd says, trying to sound as if everything will be fine. ‘D’you think he’ll be fine?’ He asks Boyd. ‘I don’t know, I’m no doctor,’ Says Boyd. ‘Then how do you know this stuff?’

‘Mrs. McCall is talking to Mr. S., about it. So, collect your shit, and get here now,’ Boyd pulls him out of his reverie. 

‘I’ll be there,’

‘Maybe, one of us should pick you up,’ Says Scott who sounds like he’s been sobbing. ‘I don’t think any of us are in any shape to drive,’ Erica says to him over the phone. ‘Well, I’m gonna anyway, if I means I get pulled over,’ 

‘I heard that!’ Yelled Mr. S..

‘We need to pull ourselves together for Stiles’s sake,’

‘That’s a good point,’ Says Derek. ‘Any updates?’

‘We just learned he’s in surgery officially,’

‘How?’

‘A pager,’

[aresite]

I , II

Olli and Ares returned to the back of the barn where they sat and waited for Jack. For a moment both boys just remained silent. Both of them were tired and really didn't know what to say. Ares sat down with his back to the aged wood of the barn and closed his eyes for a moment, but as he did he heard Olli's voice; "I guess even Nobility have problems, huh?" Ares didn't respond. He just gave a half shrug in response without opening his eyes. But then he heard Olli add, "But... I bet Royalty doesn't. I bet the Royalty has the power to stop Maid Marian's sufferin' and make it so everyone has food and shelter and no one has to worry about being attacked in the woods! But instead they're up in their Castle without a care in the world!"

Ares finally opened his eyes at that and looked up at Olli. The other was still standing and was looking intently at the Manor home. The boy's hands were clenched so tightly into fists that they shook. Ares frowned and folded his legs up and wrapped his arms around his knees, "Maybe?" He responded flatly. His mind wandered to the Princess they had seen this morning. He couldn't really bring himself to think of any other Royalty at the moment as her image was burned into his mind. There was something... weird about it that he couldn't put a finger on.

"Well I've decided!" Olli turned towards Ares with a determined smile and put his hands on his hips, "When we reach Motostoke, I'm gunna go right up to the King and introduce myself! I'm gunna tell him everything and when he knows then he'll hafta do somethin'!" He nodded with a satisfactory grin and moved to sit down next to Ares, "Yeah! Everything will be better once we reach Motostoke!"

Ares closed his eyes again and mumbled a tired response as he started to drift off to sleep, and as he slept he dreamed. Dreamed that he was suddenly alone and that he was trapped, cold, and hungry. He dreamt of the Princess he had seen and that she had been taken away and that he was the only one who could save her... and yet he wasn't strong enough to do anything. Stone walls surrounded him on all four sides and the only light came in from a small barred window. He had a strange sword with him that was the key to saving the Princess and all of Galar but he couldn't get out to use it and because of that... Galar was doomed. The dream was so vivid and lifelike that it felt more like a memory than a dream and it left him waking up in a heavy sweat that seeped into his shirt to the point it felt sticky. He had no idea what time it was when he woke up, but the sun was high in the sky and the air was warm and still. Olli had fallen asleep beside him and was curled up on the ground in a ball.

At first, he wasn't sure if it was the dream that woke him up or something else but the answer came quickly. He startled and looked up as Jack pushed his way through the bushes at the back of the barn. He eagerly jumped to his feet and called out to him, but Jack just put a finger to his lips.

"What took you so long?" Ares pouted. "Just some work I needed to take care of because of your little interruption last night." Jack replied as he reached the boy's hiding spot, "Now come on - we must go back to the others and tell them they are clear to pass. We have lost too much time already." "Wah?" Olli groaned from the ground beside him. He leaned up and rubbed his eyes as he looked around sleepily, "Wuh? Where?"

Jack turned to leave but Ares quickly reached out and grabbed his cloak, "Wait Jack!" Jack hesitated, but turned around to look at the boys.

Ares suddenly found it hard to make eye contact with Jack and looked down, "About last night... I'm sorry... we didn't mean to..." Jack sighed, "I know you didn't. Just... please never do anything so reckless again." He studied Ares' face again and then sighed and crouched down, "Alright, what is it? I can see something is bothering you." Ares flinched back, "Lady Mary..." A sad look crossed Jack's face and he sighed. He reached over to ruffle Ares' hair, "Listen to me very closely, Ares. And, you too Olli."

Both boys looked at Jack intently.

"When I say that this world is ruled by the strong - I meant it." Jack explained, "Those with Power have all the control and will do everything in their power to keep those without from gaining any. Whether it be through force of might or force of will." His eyes locked on Ares, "Do you know why the Chief keeps you hungry and punishes you more, Ares? It's because he's wary of you. You were not born a Rover - you are an outsider. You are not of his kin. The Chief knows that one day you could grow up big and strong and one day challenge his own children for the right of Chief. But you can't if you are kept famished and tired. It is the same as why people hunt Rovers. Rovers live off the land and serve no will but their own. They serve no Kings and therefore a King has no power over them. It is why we are persecuted and hunted and why we must remain strong and vigilant in order to survive." Jack paused for a moment before continuing, "But... there are other kinds of strength. Strength of the mind can be just as damaging as strength of the body. If you are not strong mentally others can take advantage of that."

The two boys took in what Jack was trying to say, but by the look on Olli's face it was clear that Ares took it to heart more severely than Olli. It made sense to him, who often had to go without meals or sleep on the ground. But, by that logic... wasn't Olli and Erya also outsiders? The realization struck him. Outsiders the Chief intended to use. The old Chief had no reason to keep Ares around other than Chevali offered to take him. Ares was nothing more than dead weight to the old Chief. He didn't quite understand what Jack meant by strength of the mind though... was Lady Mary's mind weak then? That didn't make sense to him...

Ares bit his bottom lip for a moment and then looked up to lock eyes with Jack, "Jack - the way you fought back in the forest... I want you to teach me!" "What?" Jack replied, "Oh! Me too! Me too!" Olli suddenly perked up. "If I need to be strong to survive, then I want you to train me!" Ares added, "I want to learn to hunt for myself and fight like you do!"

Jack straightened up. He looked thoughtful for a moment and stroked his beard, "It wouldn't be a bad idea..." He looked the two boys over who were giving him intense, eager looks. He then sighed and shrugged his shoulders, "Fine. I will train you - only on one condition."

Both boys took an eager step forward.

"If you are to be my 'Squires' then you shall be treated as such. I will not go easy on you and expect you to give your training everything you've got. If I find you are not putting in the effort, I will not put in the time. Do you understand?" Jack finished. "I do!" Both Olli and Ares said in near unison.

Jack nodded, "Alright then. Your training will start as we travel across the Wild Area. There are plenty of Wild Pokemon around here that are perfect to begin your training." "But what about Maid Marian?" Olli added, "Is she coming too?" Jack turned away from the two boys, "Lady Mary? No. She will stay here where she belongs. This is her home, and a Rover's way of life is no life for a Lady."

The two boys looked at each other for a moment, but Olli didn't look convinced, "But she said she wanted to go with us!" "You were eavesdropping then?" Jack did not sound surprised at all. "Yeah! And she said she wanted to come with us! We should take her, Jack!" Olli pressed. "Remember what I've told you before, Olli-" Jack countered, "Sometimes people must do things in order to survive. Let's leave it at that. Now come - the pathway is now open for our Troupe to enter Galar and we must leave. We have wasted too much time already."

And with that Jack hurried off - leaving the two boys to follow along behind him.

[epitomees]

The Return of the Paranormal Predicament

There are things all around you  Though many do not see it  The most unexplainable phenomena  On this hallowed and sacred of months  Let the portal grow strong  Remain open and inviting  To those from the other side  And to beings beyond a mortal’s sight Be seen! Bring havoc!  But be warned, for this will not remain forever All Hallow’s Eve is your time  The doorway shall close once again  And those on the other side will not survive Do not perish by November’s light  Lest you wish to be gone forevermore…

Another year. Another autumn descending upon the world. And with it came the time of fall festivities, celebrations of fruitful harvests and the cold chill moving in to quietly lull the earth into a deep slumber. Colorful foliage dotted the forests surrounding the vibrant, bustling cities all while the residents of neighboring towns began embracing the change of seasons.

Pumpkins delights, for example, became the center of attention. Caramel apples, cinnamon flavored treats, the smells and scents permeated the little cafes and family shops peaking the interest of nearby window shoppers. These were times for celebration, and for some rather...unexplainable circumstances to be brought into play.

A more popular holiday rose to a head every year when the leaves began to fall. A night filled with spooks, pranks, children's laughter, and the main event, the gathering of candied sweets.

Halloween. A worldwide celebration.

Some places embraced the traditions this particular festival was based upon, others abused the time for more personal, greedy gains to cash in on the popular trends, and very few only acknowledge very little of this autumnal anniversary. But no matter where you'd be, you never strayed far from spotting a patch of fresh-picked pumpkins or ghostly decorations welcoming the holiday. Everyone enjoyed a good scare. It was all in playful fun.

But...

In the back alleyway of a boisterous metropolis, dark and unfriendly to any curious eyes wandering by, there appeared a small speck of light. It pulsated several times, growing in size with each erratic cadence until it suddenly stopped. No mortal or beast had been witness to this abrupt swell of intense energy, except for the two beings which formed out of the darkened swirls.

The first: a floating Jack'o Lantern man. His bright orange pumpkin head showed no attachment to the rest of his body, and fiery eyes made up the carved out sections of his face. A gloved, floating hand held a flickering lantern, while the other swept his cape from side to side. Eyes gazed the nearby surroundings with intrigue, a bit of confusion, until a realization dawned upon the ghostly creature.

"This cannot be, hee-hee! And here I thought I'd never see the light of this wonderful world, hee-ho!"

The creature, Pyro Jack, gleefully laughed in mischievous delight. He had appeared in the mortal realm once before, around the same time when most humans prepared for All Hallow's Eve. Once again, someone or something brought his spirit to this realm from the Sea of Souls. And just as his previous reemergence the words of a far-off, disembodied warning kept ringing through his hollow head. "Yeah, yeah, I know! I got until the last day of the month to do whatever I please, hee-hee! Hey brother!! Are you coming along, or are you too chicken to see the other side, hee-ho!?"

This time, he was not alone.

"Hey now!! You take those words back or else I'll punch a bigger hole in that head of yours, hee-ho hee-ho!!" Although a little difficult, due to the other creature's, Jack's companion tumbled from the mystical portal. It then dissipated, leaving no trace of its presence behind other than the two small demons left in its wake. The other, Jack Frost, adjusted his horned hat and lifted himself back onto solid ground. "Oooohohoho, hee-ho! So you weren't crying wolf when you talked about visiting the mortal plane. And this time I get to keep you company, hee-hee!"

Two Jack Brothers free to unleash their brand of mischief upon the unsuspected humans. Gleeful snickers bounced off the concrete walls creating an air of unease, and uncertainty for the residents completely oblivious to their existence. "You better not get in my way, dear brother, unless you want to eat my flames once again!" Pyro enjoyed his fun during his last trek into the unknown, and though his brother somehow followed him into the portal this time he wouldn't let Frost's more physically violent tendencies get in the way of his own brand of fun.

"Awwww don't be such a little shithead now, Pyro! If it's going to be you and me together, hee-hee, why don't we show these humans what the Jack Brothers are really made of together, hee-hee!" Frost shot up from the ground, floating in mid-air and gazing down at the bustling city below him. Streetlights illuminated the sidewalks where many women, children, and families walked and enjoyed their company.

Frost smiled, with an eerie glow flickering beneath the black scleras.

"This time! Jack Frost is joining in on the fun, hee-ho hee-ho! You humans better be ready for the tricks I have up my sleeve, hee-hee!!"

((The Personas, Jack Frost and Pyro Jack, have escaped from the Sea of Souls! They will be available to talk with, chat with, and fight with until October 31st, on Halloween night.))

[ochibrochi]

spontaneous magic manifestation was NOT mentioned in the parenting handbook 😬

I know this isn’t how magic in dc works, but the fact that Damian’s ancestry includes some pretty powerful magic users is… INTERESTING 🤔? Drabble under the cut!

I wanna preface that I'M NOT SAYIN' that Damian should/does have magic powers, but there’s still so much unexplored potential with Damian's character, and the thought that he has a dormant adeptness in magic is somewhat compelling to me. Most importantly it would FREAK! BRUCE! OUT!!!!! What is this, magic puberty 😭??

By DC laws, anyone has the ability to learn magic, but it is also possible to be an innate ability. The Al Ghuls are no strangers to the occult-- Ra's has had increasingly been portrayed as a magic user, and the recent establishment of his mother being a sorceress/witch?? Even Talia dabbled in a bit of magic, I think. There is a catch that their power is suggested to be due to Lazarus exposure, but for arguments sake let's say the Al Ghul lineage is inherently proficient in magic (and Lazarus exposure simply enhances it).

I can't recall "magic" being a part of Damian's training/upbringing (I'm still slowly catching-up on Damian comics so apologies if I miss any canon examples of magic use). Not sure why Talia wouldn't want her little "heir to an ancient assassin empire baby" to learn magic, but it would at least give reason to Damian not knowing about his magic potential, or lack of interest in it.

Through the power of pseudo storytelling, what if Damian's encounter with Mother Soul could have triggered a manifestation of magic that was once dormant; like a pressure cooker waiting to explode with energy when it hasn't been given a safe outlet.

I've yet to read a satisfying arc where Damian truly gets to contemplate his Al Ghul roots outside of "dad is good guy, mum is bad guy". Damian's initial character growth stems from him running away from, and renouncing his association with the League (i.e. "I'm nothing like you, mother and grandfather!").

The most recent thing I've read was Robin (2021), and whilst Damian is much more cordial with his mother, there's still an emotional distance and sense of distrust/resentment (for good reason, even if the context was some cartoonishly evil writing). But there is a silver-lining that they still appear to be fond of each other, in a melancholy kind of way.

Realizing he's "genetically" primed for magic would be especially confronting to Damian. There's no denying his Al Ghul blood, forcing him to confront a facet of himself he can no longer ignore or reject. A family that he likely has to approach for help/guidance.

Damian is put in a position of acknowledging this power could be used for good, to be stronger, to fight crime, balancing it with the implication that what he possesses could be rooted in dark magic (Lazarus enchantment).

If he decides to embrace it, would that be too much of an endorsement of the Al Ghul's dark occultism? Can he separate the two ideas? What if he can't control it? What if he accidentally hurts someone? What if has the ability to save someone where his other skills fall short?

Ideally, I'd love for this hypothetical story to lead into Damian exploring his Al Ghul heritage more intimately, historically, and spiritually (à la RSoB: Year of Redemption adventures). Another little coming-of-age self discovery journey.

I have my own little personal thoughts on what Damian decides to do with his magic powers, but I'd like to leave that open to interpretation... By the end of it I hope that he will at least find some forgiveness over resentment, and a balance between accepting that side of his family a little easier. It is finally a sense of inner peace :)

Any thoughts? Did I get any characterisation wrong? Let's talk over on my DC blog @arkhamochi! I'm currently trying to read all Damian-centric comics until I catch up with the current run. I'm hungry for discussion and analysis!!!!!!

[ribbonprincess]

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

"Do a lil twirl for me,yeah...your ass looks so good baby." Rafe chuckles,fixing his pants as they tightened around his crotch,the sight of you in a tiny white mini skirt the reason.

"You like it rafey? I bought It thinking of you" "yeah,no shit- you used my credit card" he chuckles. Moving from his spot on the bed,he walks over you,laying his hands on your hips as he squishes the skin. "You should wear it today while I go golfing,you can look pretty in the cart and if you're good enough daddy will buy you a drink."

He smiles before tilting his head down to press his lips against yours as you whine almost immediately,slapping his chest "my lipgloss! you just smeared it all over,daddy." Turning around to face the mirror as you try to deescalate the situation of your almost ruined makeup,dabbing at the area around your lips with a beauty blender.

"Yeah yeah,'s just lip gloss,it's nothing serious." Gasping dramatically you turn around,hand on your chest as if you've been shot as you point a finger at his chest "'s not just lipgloss.."

Chuckling to himself Rafe presses a kiss against your shoulder "I'm sorry cupcake, daddy's being mean yeah?" Nodding as you run your manicured fingers over his jawline,pressing your chest against his,making your tits more visible as you smile softly- a tragic contrast to your action.

꒦꒷︶°꒷︶°︶₊˚ʚɞ˚₊︶°︶꒦˚︶꒷꒦

As you sit prettily in the golf cart,sipping at your drink while watching rafe play with his friends,you can't help but feel lonely,so you decide to approach as he stands a few feet behind the others. "rayray?"

Turning around almost immediately Rafe's expression softens a bit before turning hard. "What are you doing here,told you to sit in the cart" "Yeah... I know,but I missed you" Emphasizing your words you run a hand over his chest,playing with the button of his slacks.

"Missed me huh?" Looking over his shoulder he shouts a quick "Little lady is feeling sick!" Before dragging you over the Golf cart and driving over a more secluded area of the field,covered by trees and bushes.

"Since you've been missing me sooo much,might as well show it. C'mon get on your knees" Taking one last look around you move to your knees on the moist grass,quickly unbuckling his belt as you pull down his pants and boxer just as much needed. Wrapping a hand around the base of his shaft you kiss the vein that runs on the underside of it, resulting in a harsh tug of your hair. "Don't fucking tease me."

Wrapping your lips around his tip before slowly moving down,twisting your hand around what you couldn't fit "Deeper...I've trained you better than this,kid" Rafe mumble from above you,shoving your head down until you gag harshly,tears already pooling at your lash line. "Yeah,there you go...nice and warm for me." Looking up through your clamped wispy lashes you start to move your head again,twirling your tongue around his length like a popsicle as Rafe groans from above you "Got myself the best girl,right? Sucking my dick like this where everyone can pass by"

Nodding as best as you can,you pull off him with a loud "pop". "Wanna make you feel good,daddy." Smiling to himself, Rafe wipes at your saliva coated lower lip before bringing your mouth back on him with a satisfied moan,brushing some strand of hair that have fallen over your face away. "Fuck,keep doing that and I'm gonna cum. You want daddy to cum in your mouth? Yeah,you do."

Meeting you midway as he thrust into your mouth,giving you no time to react or even understand. "shit- 'm cumming" As his rhythm gets sloppier,you suck around his tip holding onto his thigh as you feel a milky substance flood your mouth. Breathing loudly he pulls you away from him as he smirks "Show me your tongue,angel" showcasing your tongue with a proud smile you look up at him in search of praise. "good girl,what do we say now?" "thank you daddy!"

[fluffylino]

minho helps you let out your pent-up emotions

-contains mature themes

"you've been having an attitude since morning" minho hissed out, hips brutally thrusting into you.

"that isn't your p-problem" you practically shouted. body squirming from how much he had edged you.

minho's face morphing into an annoyed expression. your stomach doing flips when he shot you a glare.

you didn't mean to shout. he had unknowingly hit that spongey spot inside of you.

saying sorry was too late now. you had your pride. yet you were still scared of how he'd react.

"it is my fucking problem" he answered back, sitting on his haunches.

"if you're in pain. im in pain"

staring down at you. lazily thrusting inside of your sopping heat.

"start talking" you threw your head to the side.

whenever you got like this he'd make you open up. you were the type to keep things to yourself.

and minho knew about it.

you had even asked him to help you talk more about your feelings. why you had gotten so worked up. and snapped at him when he asked if you wanted to watch a movie with him.

"no..." you mumbled, eyes watering. he sighed, pushing his hair back.

"fine. be that way"

"i'll just fuck it out of you"

stifling your moans against your arm when he used all his strength to rail you. his hand roughly pulling your arm that was covering you mouth.

"m-minho" you mumbled, trying to look at him. but he ignored you. choosing to keep his eyes fixed on where he entered your cunt.

"minnie"

tears welling up in your eyes. a few slipping out. why wouldn't he look at you.

you deserved to be treated like this. he didn't deserve to be the brunt of your outburst.

his fingers reaching up to hold your waist. making you meet his thrusts. you felt like all your pent up emotions were letting loose. thighs trembling.

his eyes finally meeting yours.

he cooed.

"there we go..." a feeling of accomplishment in his tone. you were crying. broken sentences.

"n-not studied...exam"

he understood. humming in response. exams were in a month and you were stressed. you'd kept procrastinating until finally you were pacing.

it was all your fault. minho seemed to notice how you fell into a dark place.

choosing to ask you. yet you yelled at him. you didn't mean to hurt him. it was all a mistake.

"what do you have to say to me?" he whispered, just for you to hear.

"m'sorry. i didn't mean to be rude.."

"no more thinking now kitten. im here" you sniffled. feeling much better after he accepted your apology.

whining as he pulled out completely.

"get on top" he instructed, sitting upright. successfully pulling your limp body on him. gently lifting you up and sliding right back in.

"always so tight for me" he moaned out. you grinded down on him. letting out little noises as he made you ride him. hands firmly holding your waist.

lips kissing up your neck and gradually going lower. until he mouthed at your tits. sticking his tongue out playfully to toy at them. eyes locked onto yours with a flirty glimmer in them.

"h-hurts" you mumbled, thighs aching. you tried though to keep your composure. how could you let him do all the hard work.

instantly his hands slid down, kneading at your thighs. easing out your tense muscles.

"relax for me" he said in a hushed tone. practically melting against him. his dick still in you.

"let me take care of you princess"

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[daisynik7]

Nanami is so used to treasuring you, treating you delicately like the sweet, precious gem that you are. It catches him completely off guard when one night, after he vents about work, you ask for him to be very rough with you. “Take it out on me, honey. Be as rough as you like. I can take it.”

He’s speechless at first, taken aback by the unusual request in the middle of him undressing from his office attire. He doesn’t notice that his signature tie is coiled tightly around his fist, button-up undone, revealing his brawny figure beneath his fitted undershirt. He has no clue how sexy he is right now, veins bulging from his beefy fingers, brows furrowed in a scowl, still frustrated from today’s nuisance at work. It’s a different side of him you usually don’t see, and maybe that’s why you’re so intrigued by it. You want to test him, see how hard he can give it you. 

It takes a while for him to agree to it; he can’t imagine being even the slightest bit mean to his darling angel. But the further and further you badger him about it, tugging on his cuff, begging please, please, please, the more convinced he is to just do it. So, per your request, he pins your wrists together against your back, knotting his tie around them, locking you in a compromising position. You nestle your head into the pillow, knees digging into the mattress, ass sticking up, completely vulnerable. The anticipation already has your pussy fluttering. 

He lies beneath you, eating you out first, slurping and sucking on your clit until your cunt is wet with your first orgasm, sleek enough for him to enter you smoothly. He kneels behind you, teasing your entrance with his fingers, feeling how juicy you are for him. He hums, satisfied, guiding his cock slowly inside you until he bottoms outs, groin pressed firmly to your ass. His thrusts are slow at first, easing into it to allow you to adjust to his size. But when you provoke him with a Is that the best you got? I know you can do better than that, he doesn’t hold back any longer. He grabs your wrists, pinning your shoulders back while he pumps himself deep inside you, bullying your sweet spot until you’re flooded with his cum. “You like it rough, don’t you, sweetheart? You like having this sloppy cunt filled with my seed. I’m gonna keep giving it to you until I’m milked dry and there’s nothing left. Understand?”

You can only nod, gasping when he starts fucking you again, still just as hard inside you, drilling into you until he gives you a second and third creamy load, relishing your unabashed moans echoing off the bedroom walls. When he finally pulls out of you, he watches his cum leak out of you, dripping onto the sheets. You collapse onto the bed, arms sore from being stretched out, wrists raw from the grip of his tie, pussy ragged by his intense pummeling. And the biggest fucking smile on your face, already looking forward to the next time he has a bad day at work. 

[ageofstarkey]

soft glow ✰ m. riddle

summary: sleepy mornings with matthéo

pairing: bf!matthéo x reader

warnings: slightly suggestive at the end, but nothing really other than that!! just tooth rotting fluff n théo who’s soft for u and no one else!! :’))

note: hi!! i’m not sure how i feel about this one but i still think it’s a lil tiny bit cute so i’m posting!! feel free to send in requests!!

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when you wake up, matthéo’s bedroom is warm with the soft glow of morning. golden rays of sunlight peek stubbornly through his drapes, and soft white noise filters steadily in through the window.

as you slowly come to, you begin to register the familiar sensation of matthéo’s touch. his calloused fingers glide almost curiously across your face; carefully tracing each curve and dip, as if to memorize your every detail.

with a soft hum, you finally blink open your eyes - squinting into the sunlight. you roll towards matthéo with a yawn, offering him a sleepy smile. “hi”

matthéo grins, smoothing a mess of tangled hair away from your face. “hi, darling.” his voice is raspy and painfully fond - and your heart aches pleasantly behind your ribcage. his hand slides casually to the back of your neck, and you quietly hope that your cheeks aren’t as red as they feel. “how’d you sleep?”

“me? oh - i slept terribly” you’re aiming for deadpan in a desperate attempt to play it cool, but you wear a giddy little grin that almost certainly gives you away. “worst sleep of my life.”

“oh yeah?”

you nod with all the conviction you can muster - which admittedly isn’t much. “mhmm” with a little stretch, you’re leaning upwards to kiss his cheek. “you snore louder than my granddad.”

matthéo scoffs in mock offence, fingers poking teasingly at your side. “‘s that so?”

you nod once more, trying desperately to stifle a giggle. matthéo’s teasing is relentless, and you squirm clumsily away from his prodding fingers. in the end - it doesn’t take long for you to give in. “okay! okay - fine!” you laugh breathlessly. “you don’t snore and i had the best sleep of my life. is that what you wanted to hear?”

“yes actually. because you on the other hand - you do snore and it’s really quite loud - sort of like-”

“matthéo!” he’s being mean on purpose and you pretend to hate it. “i do not snore!”

“okay but how do you know you don’t snore, hm? i mean - if you’re asleep when it happens…” he tugs you towards his bare chest, one arm wrapped firmly around your back. “you wouldn’t really know, would you?” he punctuates his words with a soft kiss to your forehead, and you all but melt into his gentle embrace.

“i hate you.” with your face smushed against matthéo’s chest, your words come out awkward and muffled. “like - i really, really can’t stand you sometimes.”

he tugs you impossibly closer with a pleased laugh. “don’t lie, sweetheart”

“i’m not lying!”

he tilts your head upwards before slowly kissing your lips. you feel warm all over, and you chase him with a quiet whine when he pulls away. “if you really hate me, why were you screaming m-”

“you’re so awful!”

[willowser]

after you and katsuki have the "baby talk", you're being wrapped up in him in bed and your toes are curled and you can feel the nerves tingling even in the tips of your fingers and you're shuddering through the aftershocks of a GREAT orgasm and he's so close and fucking you so deeply and lovingly and he sits up suddenly, back on his knees, to ask—

"'kay, 'm not," he's breathing so hard, skin tan and gleaming with sweat, and you don't know if he notices, but his hands are shaking when he rests them on your thighs. "'m not pullin' out, right?"

you try to swallow and your throat is dry, the nerves in your belly buzzing for a different reason. "yeah," you breathe, shifting your hips absently, yearning for the friction when he hisses and holds you still. "i mean, unless you...want to."

"d'you want me to?"

and despite the fact that you just had this conversation—you feel shy, suddenly, a little flustered at the thought that he's, essentially, putting a baby in you.

but katsuki swallows hard and wets his lips and he's flushed, in the low light of your bedroom. it could be from all the activity, sure, but his own end is coming a lot sooner than it usually does and you have an idea why that might be.

"no," you tell him, honestly, "not really."

before he can finish letting out his sharp exhale, he's back on you, cradling your face in his hands as he speaks, breathless, against your lips. "fine by me."

(and it doesn't take much more than that.)

[moechies]

giving older bsf toji a bj cs u dont have any money on u for gas 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

oh mi gosh. dis is absolutely so filthy ‘nd absolutely perfect for him . dis is how grimy he is in my mind.. (modern au where toji is RICH $$)

“toji.”

“hm, darling?” you look upon the questioning man sitting besides you, one strong hand that guides the steering wheel of your own car. he insisted to drive, and in what position would you say no? you’d never pass up an offer to be passenger princess.

“i-i forgot.”

“forgot what?”

“forgot money for gas, toji.”

“are ya dumb sweetheart? goin’ t’get gas n the one thing ya forgot is gas money?”

“‘m s-sorry toji, can you lend me? please? promise i won’t forget next time!”

he scoffs, knowing well that he would’ve paid nonetheless. but watching you nervously scramble yourself together, anticipating a response from him is too adorable, he thinks.

“yeah, but ya gotta pay me back.”

“course i will! gonna give it back as soon as we ge-“

“no sweetie. not with money.”

your head turns slow to the man, already shooting you a evil-intentioned smirk. his free hand comes down to scarce over the evident bulge that pokes through his sweats, indirectly instructing you.

“with your mouth, honey.”

he chuckles when your face flushes red, how unexpecting.

with over 3 years of close friendship, the man had assumed that you at least would’ve noticed; his stares that pierce into your skin, touches that linger a little too long, and the constant absence of your favorite panties. what a naive little thing you were; he loved it.

if you didn’t know his true intentions then, you’d definitely know now.

“c’mon, y’want me to fill it up right?”

“t-“

“the car sweetie. don’t you want gas?”

you huff when he chuckles at your flustered expression. your small fingers dance across his bulge, his own hand messily slipping under the band of his sweats, releasing himself. he can’t help the smile that spreads across his face when you gasp, fawn like eyes that immediately shoot up to meet his gaze.

“s-so big..”

“mm, you think so?” he teases.

his hand slithers to the back of your head, fingers playing with one or two strands of your hair.

“c’mon, be good..”

he smiles at you coyly, desperate even, and it makes your heart and your cunt clench.

with slight pressure from the man’s hand, you find yourself lowering onto the tip of his cock. your puffy lips press against the warm slit, an immediate groan that spills from his lips,

“no action recently?” you tease, facing him with a slight smile,

“shaddup princess. yer lucky you’re cute.”

you snicker, separating your slicked up lips to wrap around the thick of his cock head. your tongue presses against the slit once again, tasting the sweet substance that coats his dewy slit; more that spews from the teasing licks.

“don’t t-tease.”

you hold yourself further onto his cock to accommodate his length, a light gag that elicits from your throat. tears brim in your eyes when you feel your jaw begin to ache, but the needy man pays no mind when he begins thrusting into your warmth.

oh and when he feels a warm tear fall onto the skin of his thigh, he nearly cums.

“heh.. there you go, see? ya can do it.”

you hum around him, the light sensation that drills right through his sensitive cock.

“g-gunna cum. shit.”

and with a few shallow thrusts, his cum brims. it’s warm, and thick, but you swallow without a second thought. you pull yourself off to meet your eyes with his, vision daisy and face flushed with a sweet pink once again.

“hah.. gonna have to fill you up, darling. we’ll worry about the car later, kay?”