#drabble

[dragon-ascent]

Imagine Rex Lapis wanting to increase morale during strategy meetings, so he tells his allies and adepti they are each permitted to bring one thing they like to these meetings.

Xianyun brings one of her favorite bubble-blowing contraptions. Ganyu coyly snacks on a whole bouquet of sweet flower petals. Marchosius polishes his favorite cooking pot as he listens. Guizhong cheekily plays her lute during bouts of silence. Xiao caresses a finch while he holds on to his god's every word.

It works; everyone's more relaxed and less on-edge when convening like this.

So anyway, that's how you end up on the Geo Lord's lap while he talks about infrastructure improvements and defensive training.

bonus:

"I don't want to!" you whine indignantly, racing down the streets of Guili Assembly.

"But I must hold you whilst I outline our allyship with the Sumeru gods," protests Rex, chasing after you.

"Your meetings are boring and have nothing to do with me!"

"But I have told everyone they can bring something they like - I cannot be the only one without."

"Go take a fluffy, furry cat or something!"

"But my dear, you are softer and your hair lovelier."

[multi-fandom-imagine]

What if Charlie calls Nanny!Reader mama? Lucifer's reaction?

A/n: I am dying! This is adorable 😩

It's not like he meant to hear it, really he hated to listen in on yours and Charlies conversations but this one, this one nearly had him in tears. He never expected Charlie to say it but he couldn't blame her at all. She was very young when Lilith left and you were a constant in her life.

Yawning, Charlie rubbed the sleep from her eyes as she looked up at you. A little smile on her face as you tucked her into the bed. "Goodnight mommy."

Tensing for a moment, you blinked a few times then gave the girl a smile as you brushed a strand of her golden hair out of her face. "Goodnight to you too sweetheart."

Waiting until the little girl fell asleep, you took a deep breath in then wiped a tear away as you nearly slammed into a body standing near by. "Oh! Sir. I'm sorry." Tipping your head you gave him a weak smile as you brushed past him until he grasped your wrist gently.

"You didn't correct her...Charlie...you let her call you mother."

Letting out a weak laugh you adverted your gaze then took a deep breath. "I'll stop her next time, I wasn't thinking I-."

"No..." Lucifer paused then took a deep breath shaking his head as he brushed your cheek then took a step back. "No you...there is no need for that, I like it and it's...if it makes Charlie happy and if you are okay with it then please."

Nearly leaning into his touch, you smiled feeling warmth creep up your neck. "Okay...I will....goodnight sir."

Brushing past Lucifer, you gave him one last smile as you brushed past him then towards your room.

Watching you leave, Lucifer couldn't help but feel giddy, warm at hearing Charlie call you mommy. He felt the same way he realized the moment he fell in love for Lilith.

He loved you

"Shit."

[etfrin]

— ʙʟɪꜱꜱ | ᴅᴏᴘᴘᴇʟɢᴀɴɢᴇʀ! ꜰʀᴀɴᴄɪꜱ

✧— ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: NSFW | cunnilingus, mentions of blood, murder. tongue fucking, monster tongue. hints of overstimulation, art from Pinterest | lmk if I forgot anything

✧— ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: doppelganger Francis makes you open the door...

✧— ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 0.7k

✧— ᴀ/ɴ: please give feedback, it's been over a month since I wrote

「ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ | ɴᴀᴠɪɢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ | ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ」

The doppelganger should have known better than to show up with ‘scarlet milk’ all over his disguise. He had taken care of the D.D.D of this building already. He just needed to convince the pretty girl behind the screen to let him and cause havoc.

He leans in, his face dangerously close to the glass and he smirks. His eyes are dark and a smirk forms on his face. “Just let me in. Does the D.D.D even treat you well? You deserve to be worshiped and I am willing to be on my knees.”

You swallow as you look at him, only a layer of glass separating you and him. There was a familiar ache between your legs from his words. You couldn't remember the last time you had time for yourself, this simple desk job consuming all your time. You tried to remind yourself that this man is a monster.

But if the monster is ready to be a slut… who are you to refuse?

You press the button that gives him access to your office. You glance at the red button, knowing that the moment you're done having fun with him. You'll have to press it.

The milkman, you know his name is Francis, walks in. He doesn't take any time to press you against the desk. The wood digging into your back.

“Pretty human,” he murmurs, his head dipping in between the space of your shoulder. His lips press a soft kiss. You gasp when you feel his sharp teeth on your skin. If he wanted to, he could tear your flesh.

You let out a breath, your heart beating against your chest. You tilt your head to give him more access to your neck. He takes advantage to lick at your salty skin with his long tongue. “Tasty,” he whispered against your ear. For a moment fear freezes you, thinking that he would eat you alive.

Instead, he gets on his knees. The loud thud makes you wince. “I'll treat you better,” he said, “Be a good girl for me.”

You nod before you can even think.

He gets under your skirt, his breath fanning your wet panties. He pressed his lips to the stain of your arousal. His tongue begins to lick you all over your clothed pussy. You put your hands on the desk, your head thrown back as you moan without shame. You feel weak on the knees. The monster has you caged even though it is your thighs around his head.

He continues to press small kisses all over, and the tip of his tongue puts pressure on your sensitive clit, making you cry out. The wet, rough texture of your panties felt so good against your bud. Then he finally decides that it's enough teasing.

He uses his fingers to pull your underwear out of the way. He chuckled when he saw your wet pussy clenching around nothing. You feel yourself getting hotter.

He eats you out without a care. His strokes are short and impatient. You begin to move your hips, grinding your cunt on his tongue. He groans. His hands are on your thighs and his grip on your flesh tightens. He raises his hands until he's cupping the cheeks of your ass. He kneads the soft flesh as he begins to use his tongue to flick at your clit until it's swollen.

Only when he's satisfied, he kisses the bud and begins to fuck his tongue into your walls. It was no easy feat, but you were so wet and it felt like his tongue was longer than normal humans. He chokes on you, his tongue making out with your tight walls. You cry out from the pleasure, knowing that you'll never feel something like this ever again.

Your eyes roll back, your pussy walls flexing on his tongue. You were so close and you knew you surely were suffocating him with the way you pressed your thighs against his head.

“Please- please-” you begin to plead, your body begging to be released. You would begin to cry if the monster denied you this. His tongue reached deeper inside of your walls than any cock did. He pressed his tongue to a soft, sensitive spot and you got dizzy from the jolts of pleasure. You see white in your vision as you begin to cum. You would have lost your balance if it weren't for him.

He milks your essence on his tongue. He makes sure there's not a single drop left when he stops. You had tears in your eyes as you looked down at him. His lips glisten with your juices. He smirked.

“Let me kill those worthless humans. There's more to that where it came from.”

[poohbea]

After a long day, Sukuna finds you on the bed reading, in nothing but your panties on. Whether you intend to be or not, you’re a fucking temptation, the walking drug to his never ending addiction.

Your laughter sounds when he lays kisses upon your face, your lips — soft and sweet — your neck, lower, lower, till he finds solace between your thighs. His breath is steady, hot against your clothed cunt.

“My perfect girl.” He exhales, tongue laving a pressured strip over the cotton, spit soaking though it just as your arousal does the longer he teases you. With your hips unable to keep still, and those thighs of yours threatening to close, he takes it as his cue to tear the troublesome barrier right through the middle. You gasp at the sound of ripping fabric, book now long forgotten in the ruffled bedsheets at your side. “Mine.” His growl is low, but given the silence blanketing the room it’s audible enough for you to let out a whine-filled sigh, one that carries your pleas, your desire, your longing. All of it in one simple breath.

When his lips finally envelop your aching clit the scene that unfolds is much like the picture you'd sent him earlier in the day. Your back arched prettily as his tongue dips between your folds and past your entrance. Your taste flooding his senses almost entirely, and he'd have it no other way. Your head lolls back, mouth agape in a broken moan and he draws you closer — impossibly so — holding your thighs apart, pinning them to your chest while he devours you as if he'd been starving himself for weeks.

“That's right, princess. Fuck my tongue, let me hear how good you feel.” The glow of his eyes illuminates the softness of your skin — already moulded perfectly in his hands — a tell tale sign of exactly what it is you do to him. You drive him mad. Always leading him here, on his knees, ready to witness the syllables of his name falling from your lips.

“Kuna!” You moan, hands cupping your tits as you fail to squirm in his grasp. “Kuna!” There it is again, breathier, more high pitched. It precedes the gradual tightening of your walls, his fingers replacing his tongue, pads of the index and middle finding that perfect spot that has your own digits carding through his hair. “Sukuna!” There it is. That scream of ecstasy. The pulsing of your cunt around his fingers. A drug that overtakes him entirely.

He's rooted to that place between your thighs, tongue lapping at your clit as you come down in an array of staggered breaths. “Good girl. Good. Fucking. Girl.” He groans, contently driving you into overstimulation, ensuring that you continue to look like that picture. Or perhaps, he'll make you cum over and over and over again till you've got no choice but to stay like that for the remainder of his time with your perfect cunt.

[julesinsummer]

Unbelieveable! (Theodore Nott x Reader)

theo nott x fem!reader | drabble | fluff

... in which theo is distraught by the news you've given him

"you are unbelievable!"

"theo, my love, it's really not-"

"you are an evil, wretched witch!"

y/n sighed heavily and dropped the book she'd been trying to read so desperately. "honey. it's not that big of a deal."

theo shook his head and grimaced at her, crossing his arms over his chest as he gazed down upon her. "it is. it's a big deal to me and that means it's a big deal."

"just because i said i couldn't go to italy with you all summer doesn't mean i'm evil or wretched," y/n drawled, crossing one leg over the other. theo had been pouting for the last ten minutes, all due to the fact she'd informed him that his grand plan to spend all of summer break in italy with her had been immediately shot down by her parents.

theo dropped his body weight on the couch beside her, groaning as he laid his head on her shoulder dramatically. "yes it does," he mumbled, "you hate me."

y/n laughed, running a hand through his hair. "they were never going to say yes to that, babe," she informed him, watching as he seemed to curl up to her side. oh, how clingy he could be. "they said i could stay a week at a time, no more and no less."

"that's like not seeing you at all!" theo shouted out, latching his arms around y/n's waist.

"it's definitely not," she corrected, shifting around until she found a comfortable position for the both of them. "my grandparents are staying the summer with us and would absolutely disown me if they knew i was spending the entire summer with my boyfriend and not my family."

theo grunted in what seemed to be annoyance or disapproval. "they suck, then."

"they do," y/n agreed, twirling his hair between her fingers. "but they're rich and spoil me, so i must submit to their whims."

"i'm rich and i spoil you," he added miserably, "and i'm way hotter than your grandparents."

y/n recoiled a bit, snickering at theo's antics. "don't use my grandparents and hot in the same sentence," she retched internally, "and i'll do my best to come as often as i can. besides, after next year we can just move in together."

theo perked up at that, the prospect of never having a second away from y/n delighting him. "you're never allowed to leave the house. you have to stay with me all the time."

"not happening," y/n deadpanned.

"worth a shot," theo chuckled, tightening his hold on y/n's body. "can we go to bed so i can actually hold you and not get a fucking neck cramp?"

y/n laughed and nodded, moving to get up from her position on the couch, waving her wand at her book to transport it to her own bookshelf. theo followed her as she took steps away from the common room.

"i can't believe you'd still want to sleep in the same room as an evil and wretched witch like me," she joked as she opened the door to her dorm room.

theo pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. "as evil and wretched as you are, you're mine and i'll always want to be with you."

y/n smiled up at him, meeting his eyes. "unbelievable."

"mine."

[honkaimethrail]

Aventurine is the type of person who would absolutely melt if you do simple domestic acts of affection to him. Tuck his hair back casually when he's focused on something. If you accidentally took extra moisturizer cream, use the extra to gently apply it on his hands. Dry his hair off with a hairdryer/towel after you both get out of your bath. He'll be much more comfortable with grandidose acts of affection, but something as intimate as these makes his breath hitch in his throat, and his heart all warm with love and gratitude for you.

[soft3spresso]

Law the muse

fluff drabble + gn reader

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Law was a workaholic, you knew this better than anyone. Since the dawn of time you had tried relentlessly to change his habits, worrying about his wellbeing and craving his presence and attention. Regardless, your good intentions had gotten you nowhere, so this is how now you find yourself tucked away at your special corner in Law’s office. A comfy sofa and a nightstand with a beautiful lamp and cozy pillows the doctor had put together for you to be alone together with him.

Suddenly, he has become very aware how you had been sketching away in your notebook for a while now, every now and then catching your gaze on his form and sometimes, when he disappeared from your field for vision, your pencil would stop and wait for him to position himself back on his desk. Curiosity gnaws at him as he sees you completely fixated on your work

“What are you doing?” his voice breaks your focus and makes your eyes jump and stare directly at his direction

“What do you mean?” Your attention diverts coming back to your task at hand, brows furrowed in complete concentration, an antic of yours the Captain always noted to be quite endearing

“You have been squiggling for quite a while now” his remark makes you hold the sketchbook closer to you, a strong pink blush sitting on your cheeks makes Law even more curious

Before you can even explain yourself, your dear sketchbook disappears from your lap in a swift move from Trafalgar’s hand, now appearing on his desk

“HEY!” In a hurry you scream and get up storming to his place saying something about privacy and betrayal, Law doesn’t register any of the things you’re saying as his eyes land on a beautiful drawing of him working at his desk

He is quite surprised by how well you had captured his essence and the noticeable knowledge of anatomy and lighting on the piece. Even though it was just pencil and paper, he couldn’t help but find it quite homely, your feeling of the scene bleeding through the work

He can’t help the sweet smile that forms on his lips, a strange warm feeling forming at the center of his being. He feels flattered and quite proud, his ego boosted by the way you perceive him and the cute little hearts you added at the side of the drawing

“Give it back you thief!” Was the last thing he heard before you snatched the sketchbook out of his grasp

“It’s amazing” Law stares at you with a softness you rarely got to see on him, one only reserved behind closed doors

Holding your sketchbook to your chest covering the drawing, you mumble a shy “Thanks”

“Didn’t know I was your muse” he teases after seeing your obvious fluster

Your face went from pink to red in an instant making Law laugh before he tries to take the sketchbook from your tight hold. You allowed him to set it on the desk again, defeated

“You’re really good, don’t know why you’re hiding this for me”

You look at your drawing and then finally meet his gaze “I just never had such a handsome model” you say trying to turn the dynamic around but failing, feeling even more fluster after a smirk plasters on his face

“Can I have it?”

“It’s not finished”

“It’s perfect just as it is” his words makes your heart flip, Law being the first person to ever acknowledge your talent, you nod sheepishly before his arms wrap around you, his head looking up at your flushed face

“Quite the talented artist I have here”

The next morning as you enter Laws office, coffee mug in hand, you can’t help but feel so loved after seeing your drawing framed on his desk

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Study Buddy 2

Warnings: this series will include dark elements which may include bullying, noncon or dubcon, or violent behaviour. Mind the warnings.

Summary: a group project leads to a tense partnership.

Character: Walter Marshall

Big thanks to those who read! Feedback always helps inspire and you know I’m always happy to chat about possibilities! Please reblog and comment ❤️

You breeze through the book to your own surprise. Between your other classes and your part-time gig down at the shop, you make quick work of it. You sit to transcribe the notes you made by hand into the doc as your phone buzzes.

‘Should start writing. I can meet tomorrow.’

The message is as blunt as anything else he’s said to you. Your brief first meeting with Walter still sticks in your head. You look back to the document and see another cursor in the doc. Your words are backspaced and reworded before you. You sigh. It’s going to be one of those projects.

‘Sure. I work til 2. Library?’

You put your phone down again and ignore the edits as you continue to input your notes. You don’t know why you’re doing any of it. He seems intent on doing it all himself.

Buzz. You flip your cell and cup your chin as you read the screen. ‘Can’t make it there. Daughter’s sick. Meet me here.’

Here? As in his home? That’s a lot.

You don't get it. He suggested tomorrow then just as quickly pulls the rug out. It's like every answer you have is wrong.

‘Don't work day after.’

‘Tomorrow after 2 is fine. I'll send address.’

That's it. Even via text, you hear his unbending tone. How can you argue with that punctuation?

You just type OK and leave it be. Maybe you'll get murdered. It would at least be the end of your problems. Of all the group work you’ve ever done, he’s the least compromising person you’ve ever encountered. Usually you’d be happy to let someone else take the lead but something about his demeanour just comes off condescending.

Or maybe that’s your insecurity talking.

You continue your notes in the doc. You notice the other cursor, highlighted green, moving around the page. You try to ignore the changes in real-time being made to your own thoughts. This isn’t going to be easy. At least you’ll be able to say you earned your grade.

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It seems a bit reckless to be walking up to stranger’s house. In fact, after reading a thriller about murder, it rings in your head as a very unwise decision. That being said, you have to get this assignment done. It might not be worth your life but what choice do you have?

You compare the house number with the address in your phone. That’s the one. One-half of a faded old duplex. You stride up the narrow walk beside the bushes and climb up the concrete steps. You knock and wait.

You’re exhausted already. You don’t know if you’re ready for this. Work was no fun. It never is. Sorting packages is no glorious deed but it pays.

You wait and go to knock again. The door opens before your knuckles can meet the wood and you nearly rap against the chest of the man behind it. You give a sheepish cringe and rescind your hand.

“Uh, hi,” you utter awkwardly.

“Mm, hey,” Walter responds, “come on.”

He checks his watch as he backs up. It’s almost three. The buses were clogged down in the city’s core and you missed your connection to his neighbourhood. He probably wouldn’t care that you walked two blocks just to make up for the change in commute.

You step inside as he stands against the door. It’s a tight squeeze. You can smell the woodsy hint of his cologne as you brush by him. You stay on the mat and lift your foot to untie your boot with one hand. You waver as he sidles by you and switch feet. You leave the worn treads by the door.

He looks to his left and you see the hooks mounted on the wall, jackets already hung there. You take the hint and put yours with them. You swipe your bag back up and follow him down the entryway and through the second door on your left.

The kitchen is lit with an amber hue, the glass shade of the ceiling light lending a soft tint to the space. He points you to the round table across from the apron of the counter and you claim a chair quietly. You peer around curiously as he marches to the counter.

He doesn’t say a word as he fills a navy blue mug. You bop your foot under the table. You feel like you’re disturbing him but this was his idea.

“Coffee?” He asks. At least he’s kind enough to ask.

“Um, no, thanks,” you wilt out, “I’m all good.”

You reach to your bag to distract yourself. You open up your laptop as you put it on the table. He sits heavily to your right, his cup clunking down onto the wood. He drags over the notebook with loose leaves tucked between the pages.

“You mind typing?” He asks, “I’m no good with the small keys.”

“Sure, uh, let me just open up the notes...” you swirl your fingers around the touchpad as he exhales. Each breath sounds exasperated.

“You’re not one of those,” he wonders, “no coffee? What, you don’t like caffeine?”

“Um, well, I have one coffee in the morning but I don’t drink it after noon or my head hurts.”

“Mmm,” he hums flatly, “too bad.”

He lifts his cup and gulps again, elbows on the table as he hovers the mug between his hands. He seems like that type. No sleep, only coffee. It might explain his general demeanour.

“So, I’ll just make a second doc where we can put our draft,” you explain to another one of his rocky grumbles.

You hear something hoarser from down the hall. Coughing followed by horrid hacking. Then a moan as a door opens.

“Dad,” the thin voice wafts down ahead of the girl. She’s maybe fifteen, a blanket around her shoulders, as her reddened nose offers the only colour in her drawn face, “I need more cough syrup.”

“Faye,” he stands, his cup hitting the table just as harshly as before. “Go back to bed.”

“My head hurts,” she whimpers.

He stalks over to meet her by the fridge, “I know, sweetheart,” his softened tone surprises you, “go lay down and I’ll bring you some tea.” He opens the fridge and takes out a dark brown bottle, “here.” He hands her the syrup and she sniffles. He pats her arm gently, “don’t get me sick, kid.”

Her glazes eyes flit towards you as you sit with your hands over the keyboard. You look away meekly, caught.

“Who’s that, dad?” She asks.

“Schoolwork,” he gives the terse answer, “group project.”

“Oh,” she lets out the single syllable before she devolves back into a coughing fit.

“Lay down,” he demands.

As she retreats, he turns back and crosses to the counter. He flicks on the kettle and faces you, glaring over at you.

“Just a minute,” he says.

“Take your time,” you return gently, “she’s in rough shape.”

“Mm,” he rumbles, “I’m sure she doesn’t mind the time off school.”

[staticradiodotcom]

Awkward!Remus Lupin Headcannons

AN: I have been down bad for this man and some people make him way too confident. so i present, Biblically accurate remus.

Tags: Remus Lupin x Gn!Reader, Smut, possibly angst??, Innocent!Remus.

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SFW

This man trips over his own feet constantly. He does it atleast four times a day.

Consistently flustered, No matter how many times you call him pretty or handsome he always turns red. He just can’t understand how someone like you can view him as good looking.

Always willing to help you with any problem, no matter how hard.

This man gets flustered when you kiss him in public. again, he doesn’t understand why someone like you would want to be seen openly with him.

Loves holding your hand while you walk to and from classes.

He thoroughly enjoys playing with your hair while he’s focused on a task. His hands always have to be doing something.

You had to teach him how to kiss at first. he has improved massively since you started dating.

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NSFW

It will take months for this man to become confident enough to dominate you, he needs to be completely comfortable and trust you undeniably before he even attempts.

Fumbles. The first time you two tried anything you had to guide him on where to touch you and how to do it. (After your first time he started researching how to get better)

He is packing a lot of inches for someone who is so nerdy. (Smart boys have the biggest cocks-) doesn’t mean he knows how to use it.

He focus’s a lot more on your pleasure than his own.

The first time he gave you head he was sloppy, it was a direct contrast between his usual calm and stoic persona.

The first time he made you cum he acted like a kid at christmas. Smiling proudly as his fingers continued to work you through your orgasm.

Loves to reward you. anything you want. all you have to do is ask.

If he’s comfortable enough with you, he’ll try anything you want to do. He’s a firm ‘i’ll try anything atleast once’ kind of guy.

Will melt if you praise him for his intelligence during the act.

Will also melt if you degrade him for his intelligence during the act. it’s a win win for him.

The first time you gave him a handjob he was over in minutes. he also thought about it for weeks.

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AN: lost motivation for this so it’s been sitting in my drafts for a while

[m1lkteaboi]

Warm orange rays crawled across the living room floor as the sun settled into the horizon. The tv was on playing some highlights of a recent football match. Max enjoyed the moment, the smell of food cooking wafting within the appartment.

Warm orange rays crawled across the living room floor as the sun settled into the horizon. The tv was on playing some highlights of a recent football match. Max enjoyed the moment, the smell of food cooking wafting within the appartment. The comforting weight of Charles, his lover, laying across his stomach. Two wine glasses glinted in the light on the coffee table, contrasting with the deep sangria colored wine it held.

Charles breathy laugh caught his attention, no doubt Lando texting an unhinged meme. Breathing deeply Max relaxed more against the couch, placing his calloused hand against the soft stomach of Charles hoodie. Charles paused his texting to place a quick kiss against Max's chest, impish mischief shinning in his green eyes.

Sometimes Max wished he could be in the moment forever, just the two of them in their own little world. Together.

[dragon-ascent]

Zhongli notices one day that a man tells his lover that two puppies cuddling on the stone bridge there reminds him of them. "They're us," the man says, and his lover, giggling, agrees.

That's an adorable way of seeing things - so now Zhongli finds himself and you in every comforting thing he sees:

He espies two sunflowers standing tall in the garden and thinks of you and him, dancing in the breeze.

Cor lapis and noctilucous jade shine together in a jeweller's display stand, and he tells you, "They are us."

Two toddlers are huddled in a stroller, napping peacefully, and Zhongli immediately tells you this reminds him of you both.

He sees two swans together in the lake, their necks forming a heart and smiles. "Look, darling, these swans are us."

The main couple performing an intricate song and dance in the latest opera makes him turn and tell you, "They are much like us." (He quickly retracts that statement when one of them plunges a sword into the other's heart towards the end.)

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Husk's s/o magically gaining cat ears and a tail? Husk reaction to his s/o's new, but adorable, appendages, please?

A/n: Lowkey feel like it would be a turn on for him.

Tugging the hat further down on your head, you didn't understand how this had happened. Maybe you pissed off the wrong demon...or perhaps you drank something that you weren't supposed to.

"Hey beautiful...I was lookin everywhere for you...why you wearing a hat?"

Turning to face Husk, your eyes went wide as you swallowed thickly. "Hey handsome...what are you talking about? I'm not wearing a hat."

"You don't." Husk paused then frowned as he spotted something behind your back. "What are you hidin?"

"Im not!" You let out a shriek as Husk grabbed hold of your tail that you now had.

Husk's eyes went wide though a large grin then formed on his face as he gave your tail another tug, warmth creeping up your neck. "How the fuck did this happen? Is this what you're hiddin?".

"S-stop touching the...mine tail." Biting your inner cheek you fell into Husk's arms.

"Now come on darlin....you take know issue with touching my tail and ears...speaking on ears." His eyes narrowed for a moment as he tugged off your hat, cat ears twitching.

"Husk." You let out a whine as he started to rub your ears gently.

Chuckling softly, he then nuzzled his face into your neck biting it softly. "Sexy little thing you are." He whispered. "Though lookin at you right now, I gotta tell ya how bad I want you." He muttered.

Rolling your eyes, you puffed out your cheeks as you tugged at his tail. "You're really asking for sex when I look like this."

"Beautiful, I will always want to fuck you....I just wanna have a little fun with these cute little ears and tail of yours." Husk stated as he caressed your tail.

Shifting your body, you peered up at him then you nodded your head as you smiled up at him. "I suppose we can do that."

Scooping you up in his arms, a laugh escaped your lips as he held you close. Ears twitching, you smiled as your tail caressed his leg as you two made your way to the bedroom.

[nyoomfruits]

ellie!!!!! bodyguard au and first kiss for either lestappen or landoscar, whatever you like best please 👉🏻👈🏻

14. bodyguard au + 41. first kiss

Lando, Oscar’s decided, must be the most useless bodyguard in all of existence. He’s loud, jittery, all over the place. ‘Bouncy,’ his sister had said, when they were first introduced. Oscar’s pretty sure he’s never seen Lando sit in a chair normally. But his mum had hired him, and she’s the queen so she probably like, knows what she’s doing.

Plus, if anything, Lando’s fun. Oscar’s previous bodyguard had been a bit of a stone wall, never really talked to him, just stood there, like a creepy bulky shadow following him around. Lando, at least, is willing to join in on the fun, sprawling himself over the couch in the VIP section of the club Oscar’s friends have dragged him to, in deep conversation with Daniel.

The only indication he’s still working is how he politely declines all shots offered to him, doesn’t get a proper drink, sticks to his diet coke.

And Oscar’s kind of happy to just watch him, the way he seems to be in constant motion, the sparkle of his eye as he talks, the way his body moves. It’s captivating, what can he say.

So captivating he doesn’t notice the commotion near the entrance rope to the VIP area. Doesn’t notice the angry looking gentleman stomping towards them. Doesn’t notice the arm raised, knife ready, until it’s already too late.

But Lando. Lando noticed. And he’s there, in a flash, fist connecting with the guys face in a sickening crack. The guy staggers backwards and club security catches up to them, grabbing the guy by the arms, dragging him away without another word.

Lando watches him go for a second before turning back to Oscar. His jaw is tight, and there’s a fire in his eyes Oscar’s never seen before. “You okay?” He asks, and there’s. There’s a tone in his voice. A dangerous one.

Oscar swallows. “Yeah,” he says. “Yeah, I. Thank you.”

Lando smiles. “Any time,” he says, and Oscar knows he means it.

“Shit,” Oscar says, when the motion of Lando flexing his right hand a little uncomfortably catches his attention. “Are you okay? Fuck, that must’ve hurt.”

“Oh,” Lando says, holds his hand up like he kind of forgot about it. “Oh, yeah. Quite the punch, wasn’t it? I think I caught him under his jaw, the bone there that’s like-“ He gestures at his own jaw. Generally, Oscar could do without reminders of Lando’s outrageous jaw, but it’s whatever.

 “What’s that called?” Lando asks, frowns in thought. “Is it just jaw bone?”

“Mandible,” Oscar says, almost on autopilot. “It’s the largest bone in the human skull.”

“Hm, could put a larger bone in your skull, if you know what I mean,” Lando says, a little absentmindedly as he studies his knuckles. When Oscar coughs, choking on absolutely nothing, his eyes widen, like he only just realized what he’s said. “Shit, that’s not. Fucking hell. Shouldn’t have said that. My apologies, your Majesty. Your Royal Highness? Your Grace. My Lord.”

Oscar can’t help the smile that tugs at his lips. So Lando’s okay, then. Himself again. “I told you to call me Oscar.”

“Right. Your Royal Oscar, my apologies,” Lando says, and the twinkle in his eyes says he’s doing it on purpose, at least a little bit. God, it would be so much easier if Oscar wasn’t so ridiculously fond of him.

“Well, come on, my knight in shining armor, I think it’s time to call it a night,” Oscar says, waving at his friends and heading towards the entrance.

Lando salutes, and then follows. Always follows. Oscar wonders sometimes, if Lando knows that Oscar would follow him anywhere, too.

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(And if the night ends with Lando, pressed up agains the door of Oscar's royal quarters, his mouth on Oscar's, well. That's nobody's business but their own.)

[yandereunsolved]

ღ Yandere Richard 'Dick' Grayson ღ

"We gotta stop meeting like this, y'know? You and me, the fighting vigilante versus the mysterious villain."

The villain that has unfortunately captured my heart.

"Take a fight with me serious for once!"

"I can't. You just look so cute when you're angry at me."

I bet you look even more adorable under that mask of yours.

"When I get my hands on you—"

"You'll do sinful things that would make a nun blush?"

From what I have gathered from stalking you, you are more than capable of that.

"Incorrect. I'm going to murder you."

"You can't even seem to land a hit on me, sweeheart."

It's funny that after all of these fights, you still think you could outdo me in combat.

"Fuck you."

"I enthusiastically consent to that."

We'd have a good time as well. I wonder how experienced you are. It'd be a lot easier to tell if I could just tell who you are beneath the suit and mask.

"Ugh, Nightwing!"

"I love how my name spills from those pretty lips of yours."

If only it was my real name.

"Argh— Stop flirting with me."

"Only if you finally give in and become Mx. Nightwing."

Please, say yes.

"Never."

"You will one day." I'll make you if I have to.

[adisillusionedauthor]

Like it was meant to be... - Lando Norris

A.N: This is based off of a crazy dream I had, if you guys want I could probably make a part 2.

Pairing: Past Life prince!Lando Norris x Past life servant!reader

Masterlist<3

Warning: a little sad, might continue this..., trying something different, cute Lando

Word count: 785

I walked through the castle looking for prince Norris, in the morning he had asked for me to look for him, but up until this moment I was swarmed with duties to prepare everything for the arrival of the princess he’s supposed to marry, I know it’s wrong and forbidden, but I love him and he loves me, even though that’s the only truth I know, I must end it, I must think of the best for the kingdom. I hear his voice coming from the balcony so I open the door without much thought, once I opened the door his arms were holding the princess much like he held me, my eyes instantly meet his as he frantically let’s go of the princess, I apologize for entering without knocking and start to walk away, he apologizes for leaving so frantically and starts going after me, calling out for my name: “Y/N! Y/N, please let me explain!” Once he’s close enough his finger closes around my arm gently, pulling me to a haste, my eyes meet his, my eyes full of tears and his full of worry and concern: “Please, let me explain. I can’t lose you” He said caressing my cheek, I shook my head causing a few tears to fall: “No… We were never supposed to happen… This was a mistake, not cause you’re royalty and I’m not, not because you’re going to marry another woman in a few weeks, but because I knew I wouldn’t be able to let go of you once the time came… I got too attached over some stupid thing… It probably meant nothing to you, but to me… It was everything… Goodbye my prince, I’m leaving the castle in the morning” His eyes widened and he pulled me into a storage room that was close to where we were: “What do you mean you’re leaving? NO! You can’t… I’ll… I don’t know what I’ll do without you… Please,Y/N” He pleaded and his eyes almost convinced me to stay, my eyes fill with tears and so did his, our tears start falling, his eyes lower once he realizes there’s no convincing me to stay. He pulls me into a tight embrace: “If I can’t have you in this life, I’ll look for you in the next one… That’s a promise…” He said so sure of himself and I believe him, I allow my arms to wrap around him one last time, I pull away after a few minutes of holding each other, letting the tears fall, I wipe my tears then wipe his so gently, cupping his cheek gently: “She’ll be happy with you… If you truly wish to look for me in the next life, Lando… I’ll wait… I’ll wait a thousand years… I’ll wait until you find me, but in this life forget about me… Focus on your kingdom… I’ll be okay… Somehow, I’ll be okay… I promise” I say letting more tears fall, more tears fell from his eyes and he pulled me into a last sweet and loving kiss, I let my fingers tangle into his hair, pulling him closer to me, then once we let go of each other, we wipe our tears and walk in different directions on the corridor, he walks back to the princess and I… I walk towards my room where I’ll pack everything and leave this kingdom behind. Find my own future outside of this castle’s walls.

YEARS LATER…

I can’t believe after years of saving I finally managed to buy a paddock pass, I’m going to meet my favorite driver Lando Norris. I’m already in line to take a picture with him, I brought one hoodie from his merch for him to sign for me if it’s possible, soon it's my turn and I’m sweating, his adorable accent hits my ear once I get close enough and somehow manage to mutter the words: “Could I please get a picture with you?” He smiles at me sweetly and says: “Sure thing and I suppose that hoodie is for me to autograph?” He asks, his smile almost makes my knees buckle, but I manage to give him a shaky nod, he offers me his hand for us to take the selfie, I take it, my hand shaking he wraps one arm gently around my waist and I feel a soft shock, nothing to strong, but it seems like he felt the same since he looks at me confused, we take the picture and he signs my hoodie, he hugs me before going on to the next person, once he hugs me, it feels strange… Like something I’ve been looking for a long time… Like it was meant to be…

[xblackreader]

• Sydney and Carmy’s play-fight.

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It started with Sydney trying to force him to admit he’s a celebrity in the culinary world at the very least.

“No, I’m fucking not, I go shopping without being approached. I walk down the street, I don’t sign autographs.”

She groans and her eyes roll back into her head, “Oh my god, I literally never named those examples! You’re a celebrity! You were on fucking Top Chef!”

He hides his blush at this flattery with a hand over his lips, “Oh my god— Syd, whatever.” He gets up to go refill their chip bowl, a random dish he found under the sink to put the snacks she brought. Very grown up.

“Literally just admit it!” She laughing and he’s holding back a smile, he thought she’d jump up to chase him but her hands wrap around his palm instead and it sends goosebumps under his forearm hairs.

“Syd, let go,” he laughs, tugging her across the floor, “I gotta get the fucking chips!”

“You’re just avoiding the question!”

“It’s my apartment, I can do that if I want.”

she plants her feet into the carpet and he topples over at the tension, landing roughly on the couch with an oomph! before he can get his bearings she has a leg on his stomach, shoving a pillow into his face,

“You broke- ah my heart, Carmen.” She imitates in her best Pacino impression and he snorts because he laughs at every joke she tells. He wishes he could be offended at the exaggerated Italian accent.

His head turns to the side as she attempts to smother him with the cushion, “G- get—! Get off of— that’s it!” Her laughter turns into a shriek when he tugs the pillow from her and grabs her wrist, twirling it so she lands on her butt. Rolling off the sofa, and on top of her he narrowly avoids her socked feet on his chest and her laughter is so contagious he actually wheezes.

“Uncle.”

“W- what?”

“Say uncle syd.”

“Admit you’re a celebrity!”

He lands a soft poke to her neck testing the waters and when she curls in on her shoulders he knows he’s won. Another poke to her stomach and side before she catches on to his plan, her eyes widening like a baby dear, the way only hers did.

“Fuck! You’ve discovered my only weakness!”

“Your blaring praise kink?” He pauses to say, avoiding a kick toward his crotch, thank god.

“Not too much.” Her hands are gathered to tickle him back only to realize he isn’t ticklish, she looks like a soldier with no ammo on the front lines at this revelation and he borrows her snort.

His pokes become full on tickle, simultaneously avoiding her long super model legs and the hands that are pounding rather ridiculously at his biceps, she’s nearly crying.

“This could all end with you saying Uncle!”

“Never! Trust y- you will be dealt with!”

Her leg wraps around his hip and he catches it with one hand. Seeing this distraction as an opening she reaches for his neck, but he grabs both arms and forces them to the ground.

The laughter stops.

Bloods pumping to all the wrong parts and he knows she can feel it.

He freezes unable to release her wrists or honestly, breathe. Fuck, he’s ruined it. He ruined this. The easy back and forth that he had managed to reassemble after being a complete fuck up for a full year is ruined.

“Syd—“

“Admit it.”

His eyes search her face only to find her fingers wiggling where he’s holding her wrists, lips parted and a coy smile building with passing seconds. “Admit you’re a celebrity.”

For a moment he doesn’t respond and she fears she mistook his body’s reaction to his wants—

“Say fucking Uncle.”

Parallel chests heaving. One solid and one slight.

She searches his face to find the ring of blue in his eyes nearly gone, his eyes flickered down and he licked his lips.

“Make me.”

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