#drafting it should put ig in drafts

[virtue-and-beneviolence]

Yo wtf are my draft answers to asks glitching or is this an update?

[szczylpierdolony]

theres a chance a huge amount of stress will leave my body tomorrow

[comas-are-for-sleeping]

flipping my shit bc the ap (associated press) style guide doesn't use oxford commas

[luvwestwood]

"Thank You For Your Service" - Toji Fushiguro, Ryomen Sukuna

4,341 words.

warnings. nsfw, firemen! toji/sukuna, food-play, oral sex, p in v, mildly dubious con, double penetration, unprotected sex, throat fucking, rough play/sex, praising kink, creampie, degradation/dumbification (slut, whore)

notes. as an owner of your own independent bakery, you deliver your local firemen some sweet treats as a 'thanks' for their service. although a few of the men at the station decide to have a little fun with you. aka toji and sukuna fuck you silly and stuff you with their cum like a profiterole. also this has been in my draft for ages and I wanted to post it before I get back to classes 😭💀

banner cred. @/yunonoai on twt/ig

After successfully balancing the cash register, you glance over to the clock on the wall that reads sharply, '4:30' in the afternoon.

The rest of the staff, aka the young students you've hired to work in your bakery were long gone, as you had let them off quite early today.

You walked over to the display fridges to see what's remained of the cakes from today. As expected, there were a good few things left such as profiteroles and small dessert cakes.

"Mmm, maybe I should give these to the firemen down at the station."

You smiled as you came up with the sustainable idea to gift the local fire station a box of sweet treats as a thank you for their service. I mean, who wouldn't want free cakes?

You hummed as you tied the pink ribbon over the box. Hopefully you put enough in there, you knew that those working at the fire station were hardworking people, so they needed a lot to refuel.

Glancing to the clock again, only fifteen minutes have passed. You decided it was time to make your way to the fire station. You made sure everything was left prepared for the opening staff tomorrow. Grabbing your coat from the staff room, you took the rest of your belongings, and the nicely wrapped box, making your way to the fire station.

The walk wasn't long, as the station was only located down the avenue. They put the station in a place to make sure it was accessible for everyone. It was convenient for you at this moment too.

Coming to the front of the fire station, you were met with the garage shutters open. You weren't sure if you should just walk in through there, or go around to the visitors entrance. The lights were on though, and you could hear a faint chatter coming from the inside.

Deciding to take a peek, you could see two men sitting in chairs and talking, which you assumed were the firemen on duty today.

You couldn’t really make out their faces, but you could tell one had coral hair, the other, a dark black. At the same time, you mentally slapped yourself for freezing in one spot, wondering why you were unable to move.

Your eyes scanned their bodies, the muscular physique they owned had only been complimented by the fitted navy shirt they were wearing. You could tell both had put in the work at the gym. For once, you wished you were in a burning building right now.

Suddenly, the coral haired man looked in your direction, and by now you could make out some strange tattoos on his face. You gasp, startled at the fact he had caught you staring for awhile like some idiot. Curious, the raven haired man turns his head as well, and speaks.

"Well.. what do we have here?" he continued, "You lost, doll?" his voice so deep, it only went straight through your ears, down to your pussy.

By now, you had the attention of the two men, and it sort of felt belittling in a way. Part of you wanted to turn around and leave, as if nothing happened. Or maybe you could act like you walked into the wrong place.

Gulping, you clutched onto the corners of the box out of nervousness. "No.. I work at the local bakery down the block. I came here to uhm...” Your voice trails off, you had forgotten what to say.

The coral haired one butts into the conversation.

"Oh Toji, you've made her all nervous. She's so soft spoken now." He motions his hand for you to come closer, the so called 'Toji' rolling his eyes at what the other had said.

Hesitant, you stepped through the garage entrance, now hearing it close behind you as you walked closer to the two men. I guess there’s no turning back now..

You still didn't know what the coral haired one was called.

As you finally stood in front of them, they respectfully did the same, standing from the chairs they were just on.

Your stomach churned as you noticed the difference between your heights, the men now towering over you had only made the nauseous feeling worse. It had caused you to look up at them, like some lost puppy. Am I really this sex deprived?

You could have sworn that you felt something purr down there as the so-called Toji crosses his arms, his massive biceps on show. His navy fitted shirt practically sculpted over his muscles.

Begging to get out of this place that made it more difficult to withstand each minute, you spoke first.

“I work at the bakery down the street,” you continued after a breath, “..and I just wanted to give you these goodies as a thank you for your service to this city.”

Wanting to compensate for discomforting you earlier, Toji speaks. “Ain’t that sweet? S’kuna, take the box and put it behind me on the table.”

Sukuna, gently takes the box from your grasp. You felt your face warm up as his more bigger, calloused hands made contact with yours. He smiled at you, possibly for a silent thanks. You couldn't help but do the same.

Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, you blushed. Flattered that these men were praising you. “Oh, it’s nothing really..” you slowly took a step back. “Anyways, I better get going.”

Toji had only kept his eyes on you, as if he were to devour you at any moment. Leaning against the table behind him, Toji didn't dare to look at anything else in the garage. Sukuna was busy on the other hand, toying with the pink ribbon on the box.

“..Leavin’ already? Isn't that a shame, I thought that you yourself came with these desserts.” Toji snickered, looking at Sukuna behind his shoulder for a response.

Your lashes fluttered, in utter shock you were speechless.

Sukuna, could only laugh at Toji’s cheeky joke that was laced with filth. His own eyes watched you as he sucked the cake’s cream off his fingertips.

Awkwardly laughing, you brush off what just happened. “..I really.. need to get going. I have a bus to catch.” You lied, thinking that it would be able to get you out of here.

“C’mon, it’s not everyday we get the opportunity to share these cakes with a pretty girl. Right, ‘kuna?”

“Yeah, today’s our lucky day.” Sukuna hums, his sentence ending with a smirk.

Biting your lip, you thought about it for a moment. I mean, there wouldn’t be anything else for you to do as soon as you come home.

You knew you were going to regret this, but part of you wanted to stay. I mean, what could go wrong? “Mmm, okay fine, I guess I have a few minutes to spare..”

Toji grins, the scar on his mouth moving with his lips as you walk back closer to the two. "I promise, we'll make the most of it."

He stands back from the table, casually grabbing you by the waist and swiftly setting you atop the table as if you were a doll. You could only hiccup, taken aback by his sudden gesture. You immediately tug down on your skirt due to it rising up just now.

Flustered and warm, you made the sensible decision to take off your coat. Toji only takes it from your possession, setting the coat down on a chair nearby.

Your legs dangled off the edge of the table, slowly swinging back and forth, taking a few breaths to calm your nerves as you watch the men’s next move.

Toji stood in front, facing you, almost between your legs as he reached over to the box of desserts on your right side, grabbing one of the few cream cakes.

Sukuna on the other hand, makes small talk with you. “You make these yourself, beautiful?”

“Oh no, not just by myself. I have a few other staff at my bakery who of course help out.”

He nods slowly in approval, wiping the rest of the ganache off his hands using the pants of his cargo overalls.

You bit your lip, asking a sudden question out of curiosity . “Can I ask, where’s the rest of your crew?.. Is it just you two?”

Toji, busy taking a bite of the cake rolls his eyes. “That doesn’t matter right now,” the question stays unanswered as he changed topics, “God, the cream in this- whatever the fuck this is- tastes great. What you call these again?”

"It's called a profiterole," You watched as Toji took a huge bite, licking the cream off the corners of his mouth.

He uses his finger to swipe a small dollop of the cake’s cream onto his fingertips, bringing it closer to your mouth.

“Here, try it for yourself, It’s the best thing I’ve had.”

Does he expect me to suck it off his finger just like that..?

You knew better, this man was a stranger. Should you really be going around casually sucking on men's fingers? “Oh, I don’t know if I should-”

“Don’t leave me hangin’ doll! creams gonna slide off my finger..”

You shyly gabbed onto his hand, sucking the cream off his fingertip. Toji would be lying if he said that a tent didn’t just form in his cargos. He could feel his cock straining against his pants, begging to come out.

"'Atta girl.." Toji purred as he felt your hot mouth wrap around his finger.

He could only imagine what it would be like if you were to suck your own juices off his fingers after they had just been inside you.

This whole time, Sukuna was quietly watching everything unfold. He could feel a tinge of jealousy wash through him, angered at the fact that Toji was all handsy with you, and poor Sukuna couldn’t get a turn.

His index finger left your lips with a pop, his eyes never leaving yours. You heard Sukuna shuffle around with the box, his footsteps coming close to both where you and Toji were.

He gently pushed Toji aside, and unfortunately the raven haired sex fanatic took offense to that, Toji stabbing daggers into the back of Sukuna's head as he replaced his spot.

You shivered as Sukuna slithered his one hand onto your bare leg, the other hand holding another one of the cakes.

"How 'bout you share this one with me? Say ahh.." He brings the cake closer to your face, your face heating up from his hand slowly caressing the velvety skin on your thigh.

You grabbed onto his hand to stop it, "I'm really full, thank you th-"

Sukuna's hand suddenly moved down to your chest, smearing cake all over your blouse. The rest of the cake falling onto your skirt.

You jittered as you felt the cold cream manage to dribble down your sternum behind the fabric, a high pitch gasp escaping your lips out of discomfort.

"Oh my.." he continued with a devilish grin, "My hand slipped."

You gasped, your blouse now all ruined with red velvet cake and buttercream. "It's.. okay.. I'm heading home anyways."

"No, no-“ Toji behind him stepped in, "We gotta do something about that."

You tried to reassure them; using your hands as support to try hop off the table, "Guys, I promise it's nothing seriou-" but unfortunately Sukuna grabs the side of your thighs, setting you back on the table.

"Yeah no," thinking, Sukuna crosses his arms. "We gotta take that top off. In fact, take everything off."

Toji smirked, and let out a laugh. "I agree,"

Sukuna's large hands reached for the buttons of your blouse, pulling the top apart, the remaining fragments thrown to the other side of the garage.

The tiny buttons fly everywhere as you wince at the sight that unfolded before your eyes. You were able to see the evident change in the two men's demeanor as their eyes landed on the black lacy bra that was now on show.

"Ah-" Sukuna cooed, "She got some between her tits. Get this girl some tissue."

Toji walked around the garage in search of a tissue roll, and you watched him like a hawk, using your arms to cover your chest. "Can't seem to find any 'round here.."

Unable to form a sentence, you gape your mouth open at Toji, then to Sukuna.

"Well that's too bad.." he reaches for your arms, pulling them apart to expose your cake-stained chest back to him. “I wouldn’t mind licking it off.”

“Wait- I don’t think that’s-“ you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want this badly right now.

“Shh…” His hands snake down your chest to your abdomen, gently pushing you to lie against the table.

Your nipples go hard due to the contact of your back with the table’s cold surface, luckily they weren’t able to see that.

You felt as Sukuna’s wet tongue touches your stomach, slowly gliding up towards your cleavage that was stained with cream. You gasp, a breathy moan escaping your lips. That was enough to tell them both that you wanted this as much as they did.

You immediately grab onto his hair, and you could feel the smirk form against your skin.

You heard Toji’s footsteps come closer to your side of the table, he was suspiciously quiet for the time being.

Sukuna would only look up at you as he licked off the creamy residue all over your chest. The warmth from his tongue was ticklish, but this scene arousing enough to have a pool form between your legs.

“Think we gotta take this tiny skirt off too..” you felt him roughly grab on your skirt to slide it off, but not strong enough to rip it apart.

You could only clamp your thighs together, as the rest of your garments were stripped of you, the outcome being you all flustered that you were so exposed in-front of the two men.

Sukuna uses his hand to force your legs open, his head moving between your legs.

Until you felt another pair of hands clutch onto your panties and- rip!

You shudder as your bare pussy was met with the cold air of the garage, hoping to feel Sukuna’s warm, wet mouth but you were mistaken.

It was more cake.

Toji had smeared a Victoria-sponge dangerously below your lower abdomen.

Toji could only palm himself through his pants as he watches Sukuna devour the cake that was making its way towards your clit.

His tongue made its way to your dripping hole, slowly fucking into you back and forth.

“T-that feels.. so good..” you breathe out, Sukuna’s cock straining against the fabric of his pants as he heard this.

Unable to watch anymore, Toji stops palming himself through his pants. He makes his way to the box of desserts, disassembling a jam donut, scooping the strawberry glaze into his hands.

Horny, and jealousy filling his body like mad, he walks behind the table where your head was almost hanging off.

He eagerly unzips his cargos with an unoccupied hand, grabbing for his cock that has been nothing but a nuisance to him these past few minutes.

Too busy moaning in pleasure, you looked up to Toji, your vision of him upside down as you were laid against the table.

You could only watch as Toji’s heavy, thick cock slaps against your forehead, his jam covered hand wrapping around the base and making a mess of it on his length.

You felt his hand smear the strawberry residue all over your chest again, which was most likely for Sukuna to be able to lick.

“Better open wide you slut, or else it won’t fit.” You felt Toji’s hand grab onto your jaw, forcing mouth to open wider.

You moan as his cock fills your mouth so full, the sweet jam from the donut coating your taste buds. Toji wraps his hands around your neck, his two thumbs caressing your throat as he fucked his cock into it.

He groans, “Fuck, just like that..” throbbing as he felt the outline of his cock form against the skin of your throat. Squelching noises could only be heard as he staggeringly rut his hips back and forth.

You could hear Toji grunting above you from the sensation of the vibrations going to straight to his cock as you moaned. You felt Sukuna on the other end lapping at your clit, fucking you with two fingers of his fingers at the same time.

Taking a minute to close your eyes, you indulged in the pleasure you were receiving at both ends. At the same time, you were unable to tell who ripped your bra off you.

Toji pulls his cock away from your throat, leaving you to gasp for air. You shut your eyes tightly, disappointed at the empty feeling you were left with. Warm spit trickled down your face, Toji caressing your cheek but only to slap in after.

Toji doesn’t forget to plant a wet kiss on your lips before pulling away. You whimper as he leaves your side, but only this time he starts walking over to Sukuna’s end.

Sukuna pulled away from your dripping holes too, you wince and moan, praying that this isn’t the final moment that they’d have hands on you. You were too scared that the fun was cut short.

Using your elbows to prop yourself up, you watch the two men, speechless. You try to use this opportunity to catch your breath, but your head only falls back down onto the table. You stay sprawled out on the table, looking up at the bright lights of the garage.

“Feel like it’s time to stuff some cock in that pussy, don’t cha think?” Toji speaks, voice raspy from groaning.

“I think so too. But I’m fucking her first,” Sukuna replies.

A disagreeing Toji snaps back. “Nah, I want to.”

“Aren’t you forgetting we can both fuck her at the same time?” Sukuna suggests, your eyes widening at the thought of two men stuffing you full of cock at the same time.

You could almost predict that they could break you into two, and you have no idea how big any of them are yet. You use your elbows to prop yourself up again, your face showing an expression of disbelief. “I- I can’t do that.. I don’t think I can.”

Of course, they'd hardly take that as an answer. “We’ll see that for ourselves.”

You felt Sukuna grab onto your thighs once more, his fingers digging into your flesh as he pulled you towards him. He effortlessly picks you up, carrying you over his shoulder and walking towards what seemed like one of the fire trucks.

You heard a door open, Sukuna placed you onto a longer leather seat that was behind the driver in the truck cab.

Hearing a door open behind you, Toji follows inside, crawling onto the same leather seat. He lays back, hands pumping his cock as he watches you from the other side of the seat.

Dazed, you could only immediately crawl onto Toji’s lap, straddling him. He grins, his hands squeezing onto the soft skin of your tits and fondling as you waited for Sukuna to join.

Sukuna climbs onto the seat but this time behind you. Toji slightly moves his head to the side, taking a peek at Sukuna. Too bad, Sukuna was already busy fucking your ass with one of his fingers, making sure you were ready to be stuffed of his cock.

Jealous, Toji grips onto the doughy skin on your hips, aligning his tip with your dripping cunt before slowly sliding in.

You let out a long string of moans and curses, as you felt his thick length stretch you out as you sink down onto his cock.

“God, you feel so good around my cock. ‘S like your pussy’s made for it.”

Hearing a zip behind you, you disregarded it, as you were still trying to adjust to Toji’s size. This was cut short as you were caught by surprise by Sukuna filling you up with his own cock, this time in your ass. He was thick, but not thick as Toji. Although the length made up for it, you would think that he was all the way in but in reality it was only half.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as both of their cocks were stuffed deeply in both of your holes.

Your hands clutched onto the fabric of Toji’s compression shirt, wrinkling it all together.

Toji placed his soles flat onto the seat, using this support to harshly thrust into you upwards more faster than before as Sukuna behind staggered into you at a more slowed pace. Although he wanted you bad, he made sure to be gentle. He just wanted to indulge every inch of you.

Toji on the other hand, bottomed into you balls deep, his thumb cheekily creeping over to your clit, rubbing in continuous circles as they both fucked into you.

“Fucking slut,” Sukuna spits out, voice shaky as the plush flesh of your ass only clenched around him. “Both holes stuffed full of men’s cocks who you don’t know?”

Sukuna reached for your hair, grabbing a handful and pulling you back against his chest.

You whimpered, snaking one of your hands behind to his nape. Sukuna leaned in for a kiss, only to pepper more down your neck to your collarbone.

Toji kept his pace, which as quite impressive. You moaned back into Sukuna’s cheek, feeling a knot twist and form in the pit of your stomach.

“I-It’s too much- I can’t…” Your hand leaves the back of his neck, moving up higher to clutch on his coral hair as the immense pleasure had only washed through you.

Toji below you speaks, “You think we should let her cum?”

Slapping your face as he started to slow down, he could see you were drunk of their cocks. Fortunately, Sukuna was unable to see this as he was busy behind.

Toji thrusted into you balls deep each time in a consecutive pattern, bullying your cervix as your body jolted up and down along with your tits.

Sukuna moved his hands back down, away from your hair to be able to spread your cheeks apart. Groaning as he watched his cock slip in and out of your ass, he makes a decision. “Fuck, I think so. She’s been such a good girl this whole time.”

Toji grins, his hand moving to your cheek but this time roughly caressing your lip with his thumb. “You hear that doll? He says you were such a good girl.”

You were unable to form a sentence, your brains were fucked out at this point and Toji, wasn’t happy with this.

“Fucking answer me you whore,” surprised, you came back to your senses as Toji slapped your cheek harshly, leaving a red mark on your face.

“..Please, let me cum..” you hiccuped, “I can’t take it anymore.”

You watched Toji flash his same old devilish smile through your tear filled eyes, both of their paces picking up again.

Your moans turned shaky, the slapping of balls against your skin and wet noises filling the taxi cab.

Toji went back to lazily rubbing circles on your clit as both of them fucked you, making sure that you would cum on time with them.

This time, Sukuna’s hand wrapped around your throat, bringing your ear close to his mouth. “You want us to breed you? Is that what you want?”

Lost in a trance, you just went with whatever. You didn’t care anymore, you just wanted to be stuffed full of them forever.

You could only nod, but Sukuna couldn’t take it as an answer.

“Use your words baby, tell me what you want.” His warm breath tickled your ear, Toji’s thrusting making it difficult for you to speak.

You held onto Sukuna’s wrist around your throat, “I want.. both of your cum.. in me..”

Although your hand fell back onto Toji’s shirt as Sukuna gently pushed you back down. You sighed out loud, sobbing quietly as you felt his cock slide out of you.

Toji’s deep thrusts were the only thing you could feel, “Fuck, I’m coming.” He grunted beneath you, until you felt Sukuna’s cock entering the same hole Toji was in.

As you moaned out louder than before, the pleasure too hard to bear. You could feel yourself turning into jelly, your hands wrinkling the fabric of Toji’s shirt once again.

Your voice strained as you felt both of their cocks shoot warm, ropes of cum into you. Your orgasm comes crashing down on you, your chest heaving as Toji’s grip on your waist remained, but Sukuna’s hands slowly lost grip on your hair.

Both of them filled up your hole with seed to the point that it leaked out of you in no time.

Your eyes completely rolled back for tenth time this hour, feeling them both twitch inside of you, the white fluid leaking onto the black leather seats of the truck cab.

Sukuna leaves your hole first, moaning at sight of the generous amounts of cum that dripped down his length to his shaft as he slid out.

Followed by Toji, you could feel his cock slip out too, until his finger made its way back inside, making sure to fuck the escaping load back into you.

Both of them had left their mark in you, stretching you out so fully that no cock in the future can impress you but theirs.

You felt like a total cock sleeve, and your body yearned for more. But honestly, it felt like you were gonna break apart. So maybe next time.

All three of you stayed in the same spots, the windows were now fogged up to the point the entire truck cab smelled of sex.

“I can definitely point out one thing you and ‘em profiteroles have in common.”

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[callooopie]

Oh! Also!

I do requests 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ ig I should put that out there lowkey lowkey

I will try to get to them in orderly fashion. Although I am lazy 🙂‍↔️ I’ve got five (5) drafts locked and loaded currently rn

[mythunderstorm]

We‘ll be okay | DR3

Daniel Ricciardo x reader

summary: It’s normal to argue. You know that. But that doesn’t mean it hurts any less, even tho you know you and Daniel will work it out in the end.

warnings: bit angsty, actually not sure what else to say. Soft ending tho

a/n: i‘m so sorry for not posting a lot atm. I have so many drafts but I can’t seem to finish them. Whenever I try to write it’s like my brain shuts off completely. Not even sure if this is any good but it’s the only thing I was able to complete, so enjoy ig haha

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Arguments. They‘re normal, every couple has to face them at one point. Some argue more, some less. But it’s normal. They happen, you talk it out, you make up. Normal.

You and Daniel argue. Normal. It doesn’t happen often, but it happens. Normal. What wasn’t normal, is that you had to leave the apartment. It wasn’t normal for him to yell at you like this, both of you throwing words at each other you didn’t actually mean. Not normal.

You had to get out, leave for a bit. Before anyone of you says something you can’t take back at the end.

You wander around, aimlessly. It‘s raining, hard. You didn’t bring an umbrella with you, but you didn’t care. The water droplets on your skin felt kind of refreshing.

Your phone beeped, your boyfriend worries about you being alone, out in this weather at night. He sent multiple messages, telling you to come home.

The feeling of relieve fills your chest, glad that he’s still caring about you, even after the fight. But you ignore his messages, at least for now, needing some space to clear your head a bit. He was really mean tonight, something that basically never happened, not like this. You understand that he’s frustrated, not being able to race this season, but that’s not your fault.

Just because you said that you’re glad to spend some more time with him now, happy to have him to yourself for a while, doesn’t mean you don’t support his dreams and career. You’re proud of him, always have been, always will. But being away from him so much is hard and you really really missed him over the last year.

After a while you stop at a little café that was open late. Exactly what you needed right now. You sat by the window, ordering a cup of tea while watching the rain pour.

Your phone beeps once again.

„I'm really worried about you, the weather forecast said that there will be thunder too, you should really come back home.“

Your thoughts and emotions whirle around your head as you stare out the window.

With a sign, you type back a quick message to let him know you’re safe and not outside in this horrible weather. You may be mad at him but you’re not so cruel to let him suffer and worry about your well-being for the rest of the night.

But a part of you still doesn’t want go back home.

You look around the café, noticing that it is completely empty except for you and the barista. It is quiet, calm, peaceful. No one would be yelling at you here. No one would be blaming you for everything.

At first you just needed a break, now... now you needed an escape.

You look out of the window again, watching the raindrops sliding down the glass. It’s like they’re racing against each other. Even something small like rain on a window reminds you of him. It keeps your mind occupied for a while, watching the water glide around the surface but you’re still thinking about him. You’re always thinking about him.

It’s like the weather mirrors your exact feelings at the moment, like it’s trying to tell you that you’re not alone.

You put your phone aside, not responding to the rest of Daniel‘s texts. His mind was always full with thoughts about racing, training and other things related to his profession. And you understand, he loves his job. And you don’t blame him for that.

But you have feelings too, you have feelings that you want him to acknowledge sometimes. You need him to realize that. To recognize how upset you are and how hurt you feel.

Your thoughts spiraled down deeper and deeper as you watch the rain outside. The water droplets, they look like tears.

You sign again, squeezing your eyes shut for a moment. You know you and Daniel will work it out, like you always do. You love him and you know he loves you. Arguments happen and you understand he’s frustrated, even though it’s not okay for him to put the blame on you. You both need some space, time to calm down before you can face each other to actually talk about it. But you‘ll be okay. Everything will be okay in the end.

The rain starts hitting the window harder than before, making it difficult to see the world outside.

Taking a sip of your tea, you look at the clock. It’s already 1 in the morning. You feel a bit guilty. It's late, really late.

You pick up your phone, hesitating as you look at Daniel's last message. He was panicking about the storm and kept telling you that he was worried. You know him, he's usually not the hysterical kind.

„I‘m inside a Café, don’t worry. I‘ll wait a bit until the storm calms before I come home.“

You think for a moment, not sure if you should send the next text. You want to but.. fuck it.

„I love you.“ you type and hit send quickly, before you can change your mind. But you mean it, because you do. You love him.

A notification appears instantly on your phone. It's a message from Daniel. It reads „I love you too."

Your heart skips a beat. Of course, your love still means the world to him.

You close your eyes and picture his face. When Daniel smiles at you, his eyes sparkle in a way that no one else's eyes could. He's so good at showing his emotions through his eyes…

Ding. Another message.

„Please come home honey, I can't take it another second."

You smile softly at the nickname. You look out of the window again, the storm seems to get only worse. You want to go home, right now. But you know it wouldn’t be the best idea, not in this weather. But you don’t care. You pay your tea, tipping the barista generously, before making an exit to finally get home. To the person you love most.

As soon as you enter your apartment you see Daniel standing there, waiting for you. You lock eyes for a moment, neither of you saying anything... It's quiet. The only sound you hear, is from the rain outside.

Daniel is smiling at you, and he starts walking towards you. He softly puts his arms around your drenched body, pulling you close and kissing your forehead gently. Your heart is pounding in your chest, your face is turning red.

„Sorry“ you whisper into his chest, hiding your face in his sweater. You’re tearing up again, breathing in his scent.

"I should be the one to say sorry." You hear Daniel's voice whispering into your hair as he holds you tight. "I was cruel, I should never speak to you like that. Never." His words are soothing to your ears.

Even though you were fighting badly only hours prior, you felt safe. It has been a long time since you felt this safe. Since you felt this protected.

Just then Daniel takes a step back to look at you, as if he was admiring your face. Then he leans in to kiss you, needing to feel that you’re real. That you’re here, that you came home. The kiss only last a few seconds but it’s soft, gentle and full of love.

Yes. You‘ll be okay.

Daniel's lips on your face feel like heaven and you close your eyes, not wanting to let the situation end just yet... but before you could do anything, his hands reach for your face, gently moving you away. For a second, you were scared to look at him but he's just fixing your wet hair.

"Let's get you warm," he smiles as he guides you into the kitchen, the warm light from the lit oven illuminating your face. You enjoy the warmth for a moment while Daniel was already boiling water for some tea.

„I- I‘ll go change into some dry clothes real quick“ you whisper into the quiet kitchen, watching him move around the room to prepare the tea.

Your boyfriend nods and smiles at you, putting his hand on your thigh and giving it a gentle squeeze. "Go ahead, let me make you some tea" he smiles as he pushes your hair away from your face again.

The kettle whistles, it's boiling. Daniel picks it up and pours the hot water into two cups, putting lemon in both of them. The scent of lemon fills the room, mixed with Daniel's cologne.

You disappear into your shared bedroom, quickly getting rid of your wet clothes, throwing them into the hamper. Grabbing one of Daniels Hoodies, you pull it over your head and instantly hold the collar up to your nose, taking in his scent. Wiping your tear stained face with the sleeves, you take a deep breath before returning back to the kitchen where Daniel‘s waiting for you.

He is leaning against the kitchen counter, watching you slowly while the tea waits for you on the table. Two hot cups of tea, steaming up the kitchen.

Looking at his face, you find him smiling at you when he notices you’re wearing his hoodie. He wraps his free arm around you, pulling you close.

He kisses your head softly and whispers in your ear. "Drink it, it will warm you up."

Daniel's arms encircle you, squeezing you like he never wants to let you go.

You didn’t want to ruin the mood but you had to ask. You and Daniel were always good at communicating in the past and you didn’t want to stop now by pushing this argument away, you had to talk about it for the problem to be completely solved.

„We still need to talk. Not now, but.. we need to talk.“ You whisper, leaning closer into Daniels arms, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

„You're right, we will talk." His voice is soft. „Not now though. For now, let's enjoy this tea. And... let's just be together." Daniel said as he kisses you again on the cheek and your still damp hair brushes against his face.

He was right. You need some rest. It's late, after all. And what happened shouldn't be discussed when you're both tired. Let alone now, when you're so peaceful.

„We‘ll be okay“ you whisper, a short promise. To him and yourself, that your love is stronger than an argument like that. You‘ll work it out. And it‘ll be okay. Like always.

[wonhaz]

backburner - s.jy

pairing : jake x fem!reader genre : best friends au, angst, fluff, break up, unrequited love (jake), inspired by niki's song - backburner wc : 1.1k warnings : break up, crying, kissing. synopsis : jake has always warned you about your boyfriend but you never listened. after your boyfriend puts you on the backburner, it's his turn to comfort and look after you, but he can't help but be a little selfish. a/n : another sad one, had this in the drafts for so long and it was supposed to be a happy one but i couldn't come up with a happy ending. 😭 anyways here u go, lmk if u want a part 2 ig?? idk if i haven't lost interest in this story then maybe i'll make one.

you knew this was coming.

you know you should've listened to jake when he warned you about your boyfriend.

you should've listened to jake when he told you that you deserved someone better than your boyfriend.

you should've listened to jake when he told you that your boyfriend put you on the backburner.

you should've listened.

jake was your best friend for as long as you could remember.

unlike other friends, he stuck with you through thick and thin. you always knew jake was there for you, he was someone you could rant to if you had a bad day, you could cry on his shoulder when you got a bad score on an exam, you could ask him for help and he would drop everything to help you.

but the one time he warns you, you don't listen. and boy do you regret it.

"(name), i think you should break up with him. he's not good enough for you."

you remember being on the verge of tears refusing to believe him.

"do you not see it (name)? the missed calls, the unread texts, almost ignoring you at school? he put you on the backburner, (name). you have to listen to me this time, i don't want you to get hurt."

he was right. your boyfriend was seeing someone else and didn't care enough about you to even break up. he just pushed you aside to deal with later, but he never did.

you ended up being the one to call if off, making sure to give him a goodbye slap on the cheek before walking away. you don't know when, but you started running. running to the only place you know you could find comfort.

jake's house.

his parents were rarely home and his brother was off at college, one look at your teary eyes as you stood in front of his door and he already knew what had happened.

he takes you to his room and asks if you want to talk about it, to which you shake your head. jake understands and nods, telling you to lie down on his bed while he goes to get you some water.

by the time he comes back, you're asleep. all that crying and running took a toll on you and now, here you were, curled up on your best friend's bed. jake has to shake his head a little when he realizes he's been staring. your puffy eyes buried into his pillow along with the slow rise and fall of your chest makes his heart ache.

jake knows you very well, but you don't.

as much as you talk about how well you know jake and how you can answer any question about him from his favorite color, to his favorite flavor of ramen, you can't seem to see how he looks at you.

you don't notice the longing stares he gives you as you jot down notes in class. you don't notice the shine in his eyes when he listens to you talk about the latest series you watched. you don't notice how he stops his own tears when he would comfort you when you cried about your now ex-boyfriend.

you don't seem to notice that he's loved you since you both started high school.

jake takes a seat on the floor and leans on his bed. all he can do is stare at your sleeping figure on his bed.

every time you cried to jake about your ex-boyfriend, his heart always ached. he knew that he could treat you so much better. he would treat you how you deserved to be treated. he would lay in bed at night imagining the cute little dates he would take you on. he would take you out for ice cream, watch your favorite series with you, bake cookies with you, walk his dog together, he had it all planned out.

jake quietly gets up after some thought, he was always so selfless when it came to you. even if it meant having to be in pain whenever you talked about other boys or when you got a boyfriend.

it wouldn't hurt to be selfish for once, would it?

jake stands over the bed, looking down at you. slowly, he moves his hand to cup your cheek, softly stroking it with his thumb. you subconsciously lean into his touch and he can feel his heart melt. his other hand moves to your forehead to brush your bangs away. he carefully leans in to place a kiss on your forehead.

jake has been wanting to this for who knows how long, his eyes go from your forehead to your lips. he was never going to get this opportunity again, the opportunity to be this close to you, to hold you this way, to kiss you. his heart is beating so fast that he's surprised it hasn't woken you up yet.

jake takes a deep breath, now is his chance. he closes his eyes and leans down to touch your lips with his. the kiss is slow and passionate, all those years waiting has led to this moment.

it was almost as if you were sleeping beauty and he was the prince that will save you with a kiss.

but he wasn't the prince.

jake knew that. and his heart felt heavy knowing that. he doesn't know how long his kiss lasted but you're still asleep when he pulls away. he's not sure if he's happy you're still asleep or if he wanted you to 'accidentally' wake up.

maybe if you woke up, you would kiss him back and tell him you love him.

or

maybe if you woke up, you would be angry and scream at him for kissing you without permission and leave him alone right then and there.

that would ruin your friendship forever, jake didn't want that.

jake knew he would never be content with what you are, 'best friends' as you would call it. jake wanted so much more, but he couldn't tell you that.

jake finally decides the lie down on his bed beside you, it's not the first time you slept side by side, but this time it's different. it's different to jake.

as he starts to feel drowsy and his eyes are threatening to close, he takes one last look at you.

"i love you." he whispers.

jake wants to be your prince, but he knows he's not yours.

you'll find your own prince, one that you'll be happy with, one that will treat you right.

but jake will force his heart to watch and be happy for you. because even if he's not your prince,

you'll always be his princess.

[succubusyuyu]

any doyoung smut please because im literally obsessed with his latest ig post and his dg photos

hi anon and i get you IM OBSESSED TOO and your request came in time! i had this sleeping on my drafts for some days so...

!nsfw twt link!, public sex

doyoung was such a good boyfriend, he was a good boy, he was nervous in your first kiss, he waited until you were begging to finally have sex with him, because in his words he didn't want to cross your boundaries and want you to be ready, but after some months dating him you learned that your good boy wasn't that innocent, sometimes he is fucking filthy... like today when your boyfriend!doyoung bought you a new skirt with the excuse that you look cute wearing skirts you should know better that his intentions aren't that cute. you should know he would take you in a date and before you could leave home he would ask for your panties and of course you promptly would slide it down your legs and give it to him. you should know doyoung would tease you the whole day with hands hovering over your legs and fingers ghosting so, so close to your wet pussy, until he takes you to a calm park and place you on his lap, you hear the sound of him undoing his belt and already know his plans, he does put you sit on his cock, just the fabric of your skirt hides your obscenities from everyone who walks around the park, badly it can't hide the moans dripping from your lips or the sound of your juices wetting his dick, "c'mon baby, are you going to cum? hm? be quiet or do you want everyone to know you're such a slut for my dick?" his lips close to your ear make you shiver, you dropped your head on his shoulder and whined, "doieee, want you so much" he chuckled, "yeah? so much? so tell me baby, how much do you want me?" your hips never stopped, you kept moving against his cock, "inside, please." you whispered, and his hands on your hips tighten, "fuck, y/n" he whines, before lift you a little just so he can slide inside your wet cunt, "so fucking tight, baby-" he mouths on your neck, he didn't thrust inside you, he keep still until you with your little whore behavior start to wiggle on his lap, "what do you want? to me to cum inside you so you can walk home with my cum dripping down your thighs, kitty?" and you didn't mean to cum on spot but god the image of your walking home with his cum pouring out of you make you clench around him and slide your own hands to your clit and he lets you, such a good boyfriend, he watches you go through your orgasm until you stops clench around him and whine softly, "good?" he asks and you nod, smiling lazily at him, "let's go home, baby, so I can fuck you good, and just to you know we are stopping at that cafe, I'm fucking you in the bathroom." you smirks against his neck as he fixes you and his pants, "your wish is an order" you tease, making him laugh and finally kiss you lazily before finally fuck you in that bathroom...💭

[dropthedemiurge]

Love for Love's Sake final episode BTS were released, and I really don't want to let this story go x) But I loved watching cast play around and tease each other. And in this particular video, everyone went really heavily on flirteasing and especially... on joking about Myungha's drowning scene x))

(tw suicide for following translations)

We saw on IG that Joowan (Yeowoon) and Minsoo (Sangwon) were playing and throwing flip stones on a beach. While fans joked Taevin (Myungha) would get jealous, he actually was watching them from behind xD He was preparing for diving, and those two played around.

PD: It's the day of Myungha submerging, any words? J,M: *said they were gonna go home but since they were worried for him so they stayed.* PD: But I saw you having a lot of fun throwing stones right now? J: Well, if the atmosphere is happy and playful, Myungha will have a hard time dying:D

Then they came back to Taevin.

T: You two are having so much fun playing with stones... M: We laid down stones so you would die a little bit later~^^ J: It's too sad I really won't be able to live! Т__Т

And then Myungha went into the water, and after the first take everyone shouted that it was perfect (for real! it looked so good! woah!) I think it means they got this long difficult and emotionally heavy shot on their first try? Taevin, you should really keep being an actor!

Taevin arrived to the underwater filming set.

T: It looks fun! Woah, it's deeper than I thought so I'm a bit nervous. Today is the day when Myungha dies... I'll do my best dying!^^ (/I'll be diligently dying!)

After practicing swimming, rehearsing and dressing up:

PD: Say something before you go? T: Let's die well! Fighting! (i can't with his excitement for emotional scenes lmao)

My comments: Woah, Taevin actually is such a pro at swimming! Especially lowering yourself in the water, I wonder if the water for such shoots have some special addition to make sinking easier.

Anyway, there were cute scenes as well and I'm annoyed I can't understand 100% Korean because it's too noisy or quiet and I wish I knew what their banter was about. But Taevin just casually joking and then easily crushing his suicide scenes while the viewers were all emotionally suffering for days... I can't with him xD

Btw, guys, I also started writing notes while I was watching their livestreams, does anyone need brief translation summaries of LFLS lives? There are edited videos on youtube that put together well the funniest moments so idk whether anyone needs other casual comments but I have them partially in my drafts. But it'll take a lot of effort to finish %)

Or let me know if you want me to translate some other moment from BTS (I'm not really good with translating by ear yet but I can try my best, at least these videos have Korean subtitles xD)

[yanderes-galore]

Axel My bloody valentine (Original) Romantic hcs :3

Idk why my drafts originally said Prompts for this... I got confused, Ig. Anyways, here's Axel. A bit out of season but... who cares, right? I did the Black Christmas one out of season too.

Yandere! Axel Palmer Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Murder, Blood, Graphic descriptions, Possessive behavior, Violence, Death, Stalking, Removal of human hearts, Forced relationship.

Axel is unhinged, yet it's also similar to a Scream situation based on what I've seen.

Axel is shown to be able to hide his unhinged behavior and act "normal".

There's some times he's violent however... like with T.J and Sarah.

Then of course there's the whole reveal of Axel being the murderer near the end of the film.

Due to watching his father be killed by Harry Warden, he soon deems himself the miner's successor.

It's in that moment at the end of the movie that we see him so unhinged.

Keeping this in mind, I can see Axel fooling his obsession easily as he picks people off.

Considering this is technically a "Valentine's Day" film and the last line Axel says in the movie... He'd see his obsession as his valentine.

He wants you as his partner... and he won't let anyone else change his mind.

Axel is pretty good at playing the double role, pretending to be a victim to win over his obsession's sympathy.

Meanwhile, he's a murderer who wants to kill anyone who gets too close to you.

Axel isn't afraid to get messy and obviously tends to use deception.

His whole thing is putting human hearts in chocolate boxes.

I'm not surprised he'd get himself bloody and gruesome when it comes to rivals.

He tends to use his pickaxe, but he's shown to use other methods.

Axel definitely tries to present himself as a caring boyfriend to you.

He's around you often, usually quite clingy as he nuzzles into your hair.

Axel wants to play his role well, you don't need to suspect a thing.

He'd be one to give you heart boxes of chocolates with a smile, gently kissing your skin as he continues to pretend.

Meanwhile he's also the one sending you human hearts with their boxes covered in blood, right after one of your close friends goes missing.

While Axel tends to play roles and pretend... the one thing that isn't fake is his obsession towards you.

He stalks you around when alone.

He often whispers your name with delusional glee as he tears the heart out of someone.

Axel sees himself as your only love.

He should be your only love.

You're the only one for him, but more importantly, he's the only one for you.

Axel is possessive, as shown with how he is against T.J.

He tends to get into fights and be violent if someone else takes interest in you.

In your case, they may quickly be found dead due to Axel feeling threatened.

Axel will do anything to preserve the relationship between you.

That mostly includes getting rid of rivals and spoiling you the best he can.

When you encounter "Harry Warden", you won't know it's him for a long time.

Although it's weird the miner spares you in particular.

Being offered human hearts only works in Axel's favor.

That rival is gone and he drives you even closer to him.

The notes with the hearts are often twisted declarations of love and murder towards you.

Meanwhile Axel's notes are soft and affectionate when he gives you chocolate.

In terms of if he'd kidnap you?

I can think of two answers.

The first one is... yes.

I can see Axel capturing you as Harry Warden in order to keep you somewhere more isolated.

Then he'll never have to share you, he'll never have to be jealous, and you'll be his.

You'd be tied up and in an abandoned building or maybe even deep in the mines temporarily, all while Axel sits in front of you with a smile.

You plead with him to let you go, but he merely shakes his head.

Why would he let his beloved valentine go?

You two are meant to be.

There's no way he'd let you go.

While you're tied up, bound, and crying... Axel merely cups your face and coos.

He'd kiss your face and lips, even if he was covered in dirt and blood.

You'd be all his... all his to hold... no one to share with.

No one will ever find you again.

Not without dying, that is.

The other option is no, he'd kill you instead.

Both options are driven by the same emotion, jealousy.

However, the second one is the most extreme.

He'd choose such an option if he felt he couldn't keep you to himself.

If you broke up with him, rejected him, or went to someone else for help?

Axel would feel the only way to keep you as his would be to take your heart.

Axel feels, no, knows he's the only one who deserves your heart.

Which means...

He'll have it even if he has to tear it out of your chest.

Axel will try to make your death quick, making sure you're dead before rummaging around your chest cavity.

Although... He'll eventually tear your heart out of your chest with a wet snap.

Does he care if you're dead?

Not entirely.

In his eyes, you're still with him this way.

He can't lose you if he has your heart.

Imagine if Axel tried to find a way to preserve your heart, keeping it like some sort of trinket.

He'd whisper to your heart as though it's you, keeping you close with deranged chuckles.

One way or another, you'll be his.

You're his bloody valentine... forever and always.

[writingquestionsanswered]

How do I make my writing less.. like I'm rambling? I speak and type in a way that is very much rambling but I want my writing (even if it's just a fanfic) to be more on topic ig?

How to Ramble Less in Your Writing

1 - Have a plan - Planning doesn't have to mean figuring out every last detail--creating scene lists, outlines, and timelines. It can mean that, and if that would help you, do it! But mainly "having a plan" in writing just means that you know the general plot. Who is this story about? What is the conflict? Why does the protagonist want to resolve the conflict? How will they go about it? What obstacles do they face along the way? Who or what placed those obstacles there? How will the character, their situation, or their world have changed by the end of the story? At the very least, having a beginning to end summary is a great way to format the answers to these questions and give you a plan to follow.

2 - Balance Exposition, Dialogue, and Action - If you find yourself rambling a lot in your story, you might be doing too much exposition, aka "explaining things." Remember that scenes (and your story in general) should be a balance of exposition, dialogue (conversation), and action (things happening). When you balance these things out in your story, you will find that you probably ramble less.

3 - Ramble First, Edit Later - Rambling in your writing isn't always a bad thing. For some writers, that's just part of the first draft process. It's sort of a "throw everything at the wall and see what sticks" method of writing, but it works really well for some writers. Some of the best stories in the world were written that way. The key is to go back and edit what's there so you can take out the things that "didn't stick" and clean up the things that did.

4 - Start With a Mind Map - If you find yourself having difficulty staying on topic in your story, try doing a mind map before you start writing and let all those rambling thoughts come out in an organized way. This can help you see all those seemingly random connections your brain is making between elements in your story, which is what sends you off on these rambling paths in the first place. Not only does this let your brain get all those random connections out of its system before you start writing, it also gives you the ability to look at what's there and see if there's anything worth working into something more relevant and cohesive to the story.

5 - Break It Up Into Smaller Parts - Another thing you can try is to break your writing up into smaller parts, which has the effect of putting up barriers that keep you from rambling too far off course. Try to focus on writing a scene... know what you want to accomplish in the scene before you start writing. Figure out the beginning point, the midpoint, and the end point. Then, plot the path between each point. If you still find yourself rambling, break it up by point. Write from the beginning to the midpoint. Then from the midpoint to the end point. Breaking it into smaller parts forces your brain to focus on that smaller part rather than giving it the opportunity to run off into the wild.

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[parad-ice-lostandfound]

Prompt: Imagine going home after everything that happened in Twisted Wonderland.

Pairing: NA

Genre: Hurt no comfort (im sorry)

TW: Talk of loneliness, mention of scars ig, let me know if there's something else I should add here

AN: I don't know what happened here ummm... I just, started writing and it went somewhere. But going somewhere is still better than going nowhere (which is what a lot of my drafts are doing rn) so I'm just putting this out for your reading pleasure and as a practice thing. Enjoy!

Imagine going home after everything that happened in Twisted Wonderland.

After spending years and years trying to find a way back home with the help of the most wealthy, intelligent people and their abundant resources at hand, you finally manage to return to your world (somehow calling it the real world leaves a bad taste in your mouth; Twisted Wonderland was real, your friends were real. Everything you went through was real, and it would be a gross disservice to treat it as anything less than that).

You find out everything has changed. Naturally, considering you were essentially in a different universe entirely for many years, there would be changes. Like you being presumed dead after being reported missing by your family and friends. Perhaps you're even on one of those documentaries about mysterious and unsolved disappearances with the weirdest theories floating around on the internet.

Imagine going to your home, finding out another person lives there now. Imagine seeing the new tenant lose colour from their face on seeing you, as if they've seen a ghost. Because that is what you are to these people in this world now, isn't it? A ghost of the past.

Imagine having to go to the police, giving them a story you spent time coming up with to explain your absence, your disappearance.

Imagine meeting your family. For how much you've longed to see them while you were in Twisted Wonderland, there is little relief. Especially when they have changed so much, just like you. You have scars you cannot explain, secrets they wouldn't understand, stories they would dismiss at best and be concerned about at worst.

Even if you were to reveal the truth of everything that happened to you, everything that you saw and learnt and experienced, who would believe you? They would think you've gone mad.

Imagine reaching out to your friends, facing the same cycle again and again; the fear, the disbelief, the relief and tears, then the questions. You don't know which part of it hurts you more, which part digs its claws into your heart and shreds it more savagely.

Because somehow, somewhere down the line you don't recognize these people. You don't fit in, and you don't connect. The world has moved on without you, and now that you're back, it struggles to accommodate your unexpected presence.

You see it in the hesitancy with which your best friend introduces you to the child she had with her husband (who was her boyfriend before you left), in the way your father tiptoes around you in any and all conversations. Your mother sometimes forgets to set out three plates instead of the two she had gotten accustomed to, and your friends treat you as though you are made of glass and will shatter with the slightest touch.

You're a ghost of the past, haunting them with your presence and risk hurting them with your absence.

But what can you do?

You made your decision when you chose to come back. There is no going back, no second chances.

" Did I make the right choice?" You think to yourself on days where the loneliness grips you just a little too hard, where the gap between you and your loved ones seems near impossible to bridge. Days where it seems that living in Twisted Wonderland would have been far better than this... empty life you were living.

Can you imagine going home after everything that happened in Twisted Wonderland?

[intothegenshinworld]

 💛*₊“𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬”

a/n: this is my first post of the ebg! these can be read as x reader but will have some selfship lore bits hidden in them! || !! tw for the spiders in his cave ig TuT

You have to thank the Acting Grand Master for giving you the opportunity to meet Albedo.

Sure, at first you had cursed her for giving you the task of sending a letter to 'a camp' on Dragonspine (what a vague location), but if you had denied her request you would've probably never met the alchemist.

'A camp' had been an accurate description to describe Albedo's home. 

'Home' would've been a compliment too grand for the dump he lived in. 

Your eyes unwillingly observe the area he occupies. A sleeping bag is spread out on the ground, next to it a makeshift fire, and the remaining space of the cave is filled with lab equipment and books. 

You wonder if all alchemists lived like this. 

"I apologise," Albedo's voice echoes through the cave, "I hadn't expected any visitors."

You force your eyes away from a spider that scurries away from the sudden noise. With a bit of luck, your eyes land on his turquoise ones. 

He is pretty.

"It's alright. If anything, I feel like I should be the one to apologise for bothering you." An awkward chuckle escapes your lips.

You remember the alarmed expression he had moments ago. Albedo had been so immersed in his experiment that he hadn't heard you approach. By the time you greeted him, he nearly made the concoction in his hands explode by mistake.

"Don't worry about it." Albedo puts some wood onto the already burning fireplace, giving it a longer lifespan. "Please, warm up. I'll make something to drink in the meantime."

And while you weren't too happy to sit in the company of god-knows how many spiders, the warmth from the fire wasn't something you were going to refuse. Not after spending nearly a full day climbing Dragonspine on your own.

And with the help of both the fire and the hot chocolate he had given you, your body temperature returned to normal. 

"So," Albedo sits down next to you. "I assume you're here for the Knights of Favonious."

You nod. No sane person would visit Dragonspine without good reason. Of course you'd be here for buisness. 

When you remember the letter Jean had given you, you reach in your bag to retrieve it. 

"The Acting Grand Master had requested me to hand this to you. It seemed important, though, I don't know much aside of that."

His hand takes the letter from yours. 

You observe how his eyes move over the words and his expressions change. Albedo seems to think for a moment, and then he stands up. 

"I'll draft a reply. It's getting dark already, so I believe it'd be better for you to stay tonight."

Your expression sours.

Albedo continues after he carefully observes you. "Don't worry, I have a spare sleeping bag."

"One filled with spiders?"

The snarky comment escapes your lips before you realise you had said it out loud, and your hands fly up your lips in surprise.

And as if it couldn't get worse, 

Albedo laughs.

The sound is warm and gentle, and your cheeks flush in embarrassment.

"You're afraid of spiders?"

"Well. You're obviously not, it seems."

His smile remains on his face. "If it comfort you, I'll give the sleeping bag a thorough check and remove any spiders in the area before you'll fall asleep."

"I suppose spiders are the lesser evil compared to the hillicurls on the mountain." You mutter, remembering how the monster would get more active in the dark.

In the end, you agree with him. 

While Albedo, the chief alchemist, writes a reply to the letter he received, you lay in the warmth of the spider-free sleeping bag while the fire keeps you warm.

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[koithelittle]

cg!wolfbur moodboard (maybe some hc's?) 🥺👉👈

cg!wolfbur moodboard + hcs !!

note; sooo I sorta kinda read wolfbur as dark wolf after reading your request over and over again and ended up making a darkwolf one BUT I fixed my mistake so here! I hope you like it<3 I'm actually going through my drafts today and queing everything up so most requests should be out today & tomorrow :3 as always requests are open it just may be a few days before I get to them!

paci creds; littlest._.creations on ig!

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other moodboards (requests are open!)

taglist; @jjtheresidentbaby @lillylvjy @wilmaslittleflower @whos-nicooo @littlerosiesoot @arabellasrose (ask or dm to be added!)

- i think he's a bit more strict as a cg, more sound boundaries and rules. just because he doesn't want you hurt, he cares about you and puts your safety and well-being first.

- things like candy/sugar limits, how far you go when you play outside, bedtimes/routines, no swearing, etc. small things but, more yk?

- he tries his hardest to not laugh when you do swear when regressed because, come on, it's funny!

- you're all puffy, getting mad because he said no ice cream for breakfast (when really you're just tired) and so you tell him 'f you!' and he just smiles.

- it sounds so silly with your baby voice, but he just smiles and tries to calm you down.

- I'm not very familiar with lycans or how it works so I won't touch on that too much bUT he does like to chase you around playfully in his human form and tell you how the big bad dada wolf is gonna get you! you're just giggling and squealing and running from him, but end up getting picked up and spun around by him!

- cuddles you into his chest and likes to curl around you and rub your back n stuff!

- he's very soft with you and he's very observant, he knows what you need before you do, often times.

- offers his hair for you to play with, like he'll lean his head down for you to play with his curls.

- any sort of stim like that helps you when you're fussy or having a meltdown

- so he'll offer his hair, or his hands or a stuffie for you to play with

- it's almost like a reminder that he's real and there and youre okay, y'know?

- likes calling you baby wolf and little one mostly but uses a lot of petnames!

- he's a good cook so he makes all the meals, and he's good at it too.

- cuts your food into bites though, he doesn't want you to choke!

- plays with you in the floor for hours on end

- most of the time he cleans up while you're napping but sometimes he'll have you help.

- he wants you to be as stress free so he'll just do it for you, he enjoys doing it though!

- like he'll just put on an old record and go around and clean up the house while you're napping in your room.

- wakes you up from naps with soft coos and sweet forehead kisses!

- likes giving you his sweaters/shirts to sleep in bc they're comfy but you like how they smell like him!

[offorestsongs]

stormy nights

ship ; oc x canon (Vil x Rosienne) , established relationship

summary ; When Rosienne goes to visit his boyfriend in the evening, it's because he misses him. Yep. Absolutely. Don't think about it too much.

a/n: this has been in my drafts for so long omg im happy i finally finished it 😭 i literally worked on it everytime there was a storm outside. also some unexperienced Rosienne lore drop ig (fun!)

deeeeaaaar

dear darling baby love

the light of my lifeeeeeee

baby

my star my beloved my heart my sweet honey pie

my queen

What happened?

!!!!!! 

VIL 

i love you 

do u know that?

I am somewhat aware. 

great

can i come over to ur room then

You should go to sleep. It's about time.

i can sleep in ur room ;)

Rosienne.

pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

please please pretty pleaseeee

vil my love i am quite literally begging you on my knees

Oh, are you now?

Alright. I suppose you can come.

But do behave.

yay 

gimme like five seconds!

ily 💜

Rosienne smiled. Vil, for all his serious, distinguished act, was pretty easy to sway if one just knew which buttons to push. It was a knowledge that Rosienne used to his advantage without an ounce of shame.

He jumped from his bed and grabbed his hand mirror — even in a situation as dire as this, he still had to make sure he looks presentable before going to visit his boyfriend. And as he looked himself over, the sound of heavy raindrops hitting his bedroom window filled the silence.

It's been going on for hours. Rosienne was more than done.

Heavy thunder roared outside. The mirror almost slipped out from Rosienne's hand.

With heart in his throat, he put it back in place, quickly patted his hair down and all but fled his room.

His pace was quick as he made his way down the hall, barely keeping himself from running. He couldn't. He was almost an adult! Shouldn't he be over such silly things?

At least in the hallway, the ambience of the storm was quieter, as if coming from far, far away.

Rosienne knocked on the doors to Vil's room only because he felt bad imposing on Vil at such an hour. He still let himself inside before he heard any response.

“You're impossible, you know that?” was how Vil greeted him, but it sounded more amused than anything.

For a second, the knot in Rosienne's gut loosened.

There was a time when he used to feel out of place in Vil's room. How could he belong here, to a place so effortlessly elegant and beautiful? He still felt that way sometimes, in his worse moments, but over time, he had really come to like being there. Somehow, Vil's bedroom made him think of comfort and safety, especially in times like now, when it was steeped in the honeyed light of Vil's night stand lamp.

And of course there was Vil, cozy in his (no doubt ridiculously expensive) lavender colored silk pajama set. His hair was up in a ponytail and his skin had that glassy sheen it always had after he had completed all of his nightly rituals.

One day he was going to kill Rosienne and he won't even have to do anything.

“I am well aware,” Rosienne said with a smile, already making himself comfortable on Vil's bed. “But you happen to like it,” he added, batting his eyelashes at his boyfriend.

Vil rolled his eyes, a shadow of a smile dancing on his lips.

“I really don't know why I do. You're giving me nothing but headaches.”

“Oh come one.” Rosienne laid his head on Vils shoulder and snuggled to his side. As if on instinct, Vils arm curled around his waist, pulling him even closer.

Rosienne's racing heart finally slowed down.

“We can watch that awful musical you wanted us to watch,” he suggested.

“It's not awful,” Vil instantly protested. “It's a classic. You just like to be contrary, dear.”

“Yeah, but I’m still offering to watch it with you. Aren't I a great boyfriend?”

Vil rolled his eyes again. “You are,” he said with so much fondness and sincerity, Rosienne didn't know what to do with himself, and leaned down to press a kiss to Rosienne’s forehead. 

Loud thunder rolled outside again, this time followed by blindingly white lighting. Rosienne jumped up, hugging Vil even closer, all but crawling into his lap.

“Everything alright, love?”

Rosienne forced a smile. He wasn't going to talk about it. “Yeah. Sure.”

He wasn't so stupid to think Vil would be fooled by half hearted excuses, but at least for the moment, Vil let the topic drop.

Instead, he pulled up the dreadful movie on his laptop. It was one of the many adaptations of the tales about the King with the Sword in the Stone, and a pretty old one at that. Rosienne, a well versed lover of cheap aesthetics and tired tropes, could appreciate the ridiculous, colorful costumes, even if everything seemed to drag on for forever.

But more importantly, he could appreciate the way Vil would relax next to him, his eyes lighting up at his favorite scenes. It was the version of Vil Rosienne loved the most; the one that allowed himself to cuddle with his boyfriend and passionately comment on his favorite parts of an old musical.

It was almost enough to drown out the sound of the pouring rain or to stop Rosienne from jumping up every time there was thunder. His heart would start beating faster and he would hold tighter onto Vil, but it was easier to handle. 

“Dear,” Vil suddenly said. His gaze turned serious — it felt like it was pinning Rosienne in place. “You aren't scared, are you?” 

Rosienne froze. He really, really didn't want to talk about this. Not for any deep reasons, but simply because of how embarrassing it was.

But Vil had paused the movie and kept staring at him, plainly giving him no choice but to answer.

“Okay,” Rosienne groaned, hiding his face in the crook of Vil's neck. He really didn't want to be looking at his boyfriend's face. “But don't laugh at me!”

“When have I ever done that?”

A fair point, Rosienne had to admit. Vil was never cruel to him, not in the way Rosienne had expected him to be — he was never mocking, never called Rosienne stupid or slow or scatterbrained. Yet Rosienne had learned to always expect an attack from other people. Curling up in self-defense became his second nature.

He gave himself a moment to calm down, breathing in the fresh scent of Vil’s cosmetics.

“So remember how I told you I basically live in a castle?” he finally said, still firmly plastered to Vil's side. But he could feel Vil's hand on the small of his back, rubbing slow, encouraging circles into his skin, and that made him feel a little bit better.

He had shown Vil pictures, once, of the old stone castle seated on a hill. He had even pulled out pictures from his childhood, of himself in pseudo-medieval costume, leather boots and a wooden sword and all, that he used to entertain the many tourists. 

“Well. It's not as fancy as in here. We don't always have hot water because it takes too much wood to heat it all up and my dad doesn't have magic. And in the summers, when the storms would come after the heat, sometimes the electricity would cut off.” 

“It's in the middle of nowhere. You have to go to the nearest village by foot. It's not easy to just fix it back up. It's gotten a bit better now, I think they just secured the electricity lines, but when I was little, there were days when we didn't have any light.”

He could still remember it well, bleak days filled with waiting and worrying. It was how he learned that reading by candlelight is not nearly as romantic as movies make it look to be — the letters on the page danced with the candle flame, making Rosienne nauseous.

“Couldn't you go stay with your mum for those days?” Vil asked.

“I mean, I could. My dad always offered me to go. But I would've felt bad, leaving him there.”

Vil laughed softly. “Of course you did. You really don't like making life easy for yourself, do you?”

“Hey! I just tried to be a good kid, okay! One of the first spells I learned was how to make fire because we couldn't turn our stove on. I almost burned the whole kitchen down.”

Vil laughed again, louder, and this time Rosienne laughed with him. The only reason why not everything went up in flames that day was that old stone was generally not the easiest thing to burn. He'd cried for the whole afternoon after that, with his dad trying to console him, without much success. 

“So. Yeah. I'm guessing that kinda messed me up. Now when there's a storm, I keep imagining all the possible disasters.”

“What am I to do with you?” Vil sighed. He hugged Rosienne closer to his chest. 

And Rosienne allowed himself to melt into his arms, to take the comfort and the silent reassurance that he wasn't as ridiculous as he believed himself to be.

For the first time in a while, he looked up at his boyfriend and grinned.

“Well, you can kiss me for starters.”

Vil delicately raised Rosienne's chin. He leaned in, so close their lips were almost brushing, but not actually sealing in the kiss. “Only if you finish watching the movie with me.”

“Are you going to quiz me on it?”

“Of course. Pay attention, Minuit.”

The storm outside had eased out, leaving only the heavy rain. 

[no-where-new-hero]

This might be self evident to everyone but I’m New Here so—

The best thing about fanfiction is reader engagement. I’ll log into Ao3 and see 2 new kudos and I’ll know that my words have reached someone enough that they’ll click a little button to show their satisfaction. Because I also write and publish some small short fiction in online lit journals (drabbles basically and if the journal is nice they’ll give me grown up money for it which is absurd) BUT even if I have a nice editorial acceptance letter, I’ll have zero idea if any reader of that journal has thought anything about what I wrote. (This might be different if I were on IG/X since I see some interactions like that there but that also really only happens to the writers who are Someone.) It’s just out there in the void and a bit too much having the mortifying ordeal of being known without constant reaffirmation of being loved.

Writing fanfic feels more like being a novelist in the sense that you have your audience and you know where they are and they can echo back at you so that it’s not as if you exist in this dark vacuum all alone. So yes it’s fulfilling in a fandom sense, of finding community and bonding over characters and situations, but also very fulfilling in a writerly sense in a way that I don’t really experience otherwise.

HOWEVER (I wrote the first part of this two weeks ago and never posted it and then dug it out of my drafts because I have more thoughts—of course) now I’m starting to wonder whether I’m doing this for the kudos or to put on paper what exists in my head. It’s not really an “Am I doing this for the right reasons” question so much as “Shouldn’t I still enjoy it even when the hits go up but the kudos and comments stop”? Because Yes? But also somewhat No? idk. i should go touch some grass maybe.