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[siddyyyyyyyy]

!MDNI!

Drink the Potion!

Fairy!Dick Grayson x Reader

wc: 1.6 K summary: Dick Grayson accidentally turns into a tiny fairy and you take care of him. warnings: masturbation, overstimulation, dry humping, riding

From the moment that unusal magician Villian transformed Dick into a tiny sized fairy, it was a hell of a few days trying to get along with the new change. You‘ve been trying to contact John Constantine to fix it, but it seems like he has more important things to take care of right now.

So, you have taken it into your own hands, as his usual mission partner to take care of him while he is stuck in that tiny sized form. He looks exactly the same, except that he is literally the size of your palm. Well, a little bigger than that, but still… it‘s comically small. You made sure to get him food in smaller portions, getting him a bath in your bathroom sink with drops of soap for him to use, and he can sleep wherever he wants. Of course, he settles on sleeping near you without you crushing him.

Beside the few negative aspects of the situation, it‘s actually funny seeing him fuss over certain things he can‘t do nowadays. For example, change into different clothes since he‘s been thankfully shrinked together with his suit. That‘s why he is basically stuck in it before someone can get him back into his actual size. But there is also one more thing that has changed since then.

He became way more horny. You didn‘t notice at first because he was hiding it as best as he could. Until you caught him shamelessly jerking off under your blanket. It was nighttime, and you thought he had already settled into bed and fell asleep as usual, but he proved you wrong once you opened your blanket.

There lays Dick on full display, lazily stroking his cock while locking eyes with you and grinning lightly at your shocked expression. You don‘t know why, but you weren‘t really mad at him for it. Everyone has their needs, right? And it just so happened that his needy hormones spiked up in that tiny body of his. How could anyone manage to deal with such emotions in a small form like this anyway?

And that‘s how it started. You both settled on leaving him alone during that and lending him your bedroom for it. You‘ll just need to wait until he is finished and pretend as if nothing happened. Besides, you can‘t really ignore it. Both of you. He usually makes some small jokes about it, which just turn into a small banter between the two of you and complaining about John ignoring this problem so he doesn‘t have to fix him. This goes on for a few days until he verbalises his needs to you. It turns out that simply jerking off doesn‘t do much for him anymore and he seems to need more. He isn‘t satisfied.

That only leaves to one conclusion, obviously. You are taking this problem into your own hands. Again.

It‘s not like you aren‘t good friends, so you can help him out with that too. And this is how it really started. Every evening, after patrol, you slipped into your bed and helped him out with his aching needs. Even when he fit into your palm, it still felt more intimate than any other things you‘ve ever done together.

Laying side by side, having him naked with his hands behind his neck, you carefully held his hard cock between your fingers and did your best on finding an even pace for now. The room filled with tiny whimpers and low groans from his side, managing to find a torturous pace for him. His chest heaving and cheeks flushed, he didn‘t stop you. He wanted more, wanted to see how much he could take in his overly needy state.

Hips jerking up, he finished, and smaller spurts of cum coated your fingers. It was fascinating to see such a tiny creature be pleasured to such an extend. His moans became louder, even muffled against his hand. Once he was calmed down after his first orgasm, you retreated your hand, but he quickly grabbed your finger and silently begged you to keep going. After checking in if that‘s what he really wants, you play with his cock again until he cums all over once more. Needless to say, you didn‘t stop until he literally passed out happily in your free palm, nuzzled against your thumb.

It became more of a routine for you both to lay down and please the other. Dick really wanted to please you just as much, but it wasn‘t possible with how small his hands were now. He would genuinely crawl inside you at this point and please you in that way, but he knows it‘s a weird request and just won‘t voice it, in fear you would be scared off.

Frustrated, he let you tease and overstimulate him as much as you both wanted. It was pure bliss for him. The way you delicately stroke his length in a languid pace before you switch up and set a brutal pace for him. The way his back arches up, the way his hips stutter and squirm under you— it‘s a sight to see.

Hissing noises escape from him every time you keep going even, after his high, making him sensitive and flushed. Once you stop your movements, he sighs in relief but starts bucking his hips into your fingers lazily again. He just can‘t stop. He knows he probably comes off as a needy loser like this, but he couldn‘t care less when there‘s someone willing to give him what he wants.

Every time, his brain goes to absolute mush after one of your sessions, he starts babbling on about how perfect you are, how much he wants to please and taste you. But you know it‘s not possible until someone can fix this poor guy.

He promised to get revenge on you for overstimulating him so much once he can get back to his actual size. And with him being rather tiny with those elf ears and wings on his back, it‘s generally hard to take him seriously.

Once John finally had the time to fix the siye problem, he just tossed a smaller glass bottle your way and told him to drink some drops of it. Without any further trouble, he leaves you be, and you give Dick that magical potion that should help him.

Indeed, Dick grows back into his normal size, a head taller than you again. That famous smirk plastered all over his face. Finally, he can get his so-called ‚revenge‘.

With strong hands, the now taller man picks you up and makes you wrap your legs around his waist. His lips come crashing against yours, needy for proper pleasure. He slumps back into the couch and keeps his hands splayed across your hips, savouring the taste of you.

Light groans slip from him while you lose your mind over the unexpected action, but you can‘t bring yourself to stop. You‘ve fantasised about this exact moment to happen for so long while he was stuck in his tiny body; now it‘s finally coming true.

Your lips move down from his lips to his neck, licking and tasting more at him for your own pleasure. Small gasps and moans leave his mouth while he drags your hips back and forth on his clothed cock. Your nails dig into his shoulders while the room fills with heated tension, arousal spiking from the both of you.

You let him move how he needs to, giving into his touch as you grind heavier on him. Louder groans leave him, his head tilting back. The sight of him, slightly flushed, hair messy, eyes glazed over, and panting for air, is something you commit to memory.

The friction is not enough after a while, and he rips your shorts off, hastily slipping his cock out to slip into you. With careful movements, Dick finally nestled inside of you and groans loudly once he bottoms out. Having you on his lap, all pretty and warm, is the one thing he has been craving for these past few weeks.

Once you are settled to the full feeling, you start to grind on him at first. Your clit rubs against his pelvis, making your body jerk lightly. Stilling for a moment to catch your breath, he helps you to ride him properly. As you hold onto his shoulders, you start to go up and down his length in a slow pace, just like you did when he was stuck as a fairy.

He groans painfully and nuzzles forward into your neck, bucking his hips up into you in need. You take the sign and pick up your pace, your breath picking up into short gasps.

It gets too much for you, clenching down harder and harder until you release on top of him, cunt spasming violently around him. More groans and whimpers fill the room as Dick also nears his high, unable to hold on much longer and finishes inside, loading his hot cum deep inside. After a few final thrusts, you both slump into each other and catch a moment to yourself.

His big arms wrap tightly around your tired form, whispering sweet nothings to you.

He couldn‘t even get to his revenge, too tired after the real thing and also too shy to ask if you‘d be down for him to keep going. You both end up cuddled up together in your bed, snuggled up and without a care in the world.

←MASTERLIST

[prettyboychoso]

fic masterlist

i don’t write much anymore but occasionally inspiration strikes. i don’t formally take requests but if you have an idea you wanna share please do, i might find myself in the mood to write for it. maybe. please don’t repost on other sites.

(f) fluff, (a) angst, (s) smut

fairy tail

jujutsu kaisen

bleach (discont.)

[shesadollette]

𓍊𓋼𓍊 Total chapters: 4

𖡼𖤣𖥧 Taglist: @raiha-storm65557, @linsyfelisyya

Ⱄⱄ. 𓆏 .ⱄⰔ

⊹ ࣪ ˖ II: The Curious Events ࣪ ˖

(➳ Chapter the First)

It then unfolded from there on. The peacock instructed her to tend to the ones who were going to knock on her gates that afternoon.

The time arrived when the gates were knocked by a few poor children begging for a penny or a grain of rice. For a moment, she thought of getting rid of them when she recalled the promise she had made with the pheasant.

At last with a heavy heart, she ordered her servants to cook simple yet satiating meals for their stomachs and also gave them several small bags of pennies that might suffice for the whole family.

‘They were just simple meals accompanied by several bags of pennies. It was nothing worth of importance,’ she reassured herself when she saw the tears of joy streaming down the children’s sooty cheeks; their innocent, wide grins; and their little voices as they thanked her over and over again.

An odd, warm, and fuzzy feeling suddenly began forming inside of her heart for the very first in a very long time. She dismissed it of course, calling it the euphoria of doing something quite opposing to her usual self.

By the evening, she strangely felt ridiculously hungry and shuffled to the pantry to grab something to fill her aching stomach. Upon entering the dining room, she was beyond aghast that her dining table was flooded with a grand banquet. Spices and other thick fragrances filled the room, silver plates and platters decorated the table with all of her favorite delicacies forming a pageantry. It had been a while since she had been cooked meals as such.

However, the kitchen was eerily silent as her servants were nowhere to be found; during dinner the heiress would always eat her fill and the leftovers would be given to her servants and only then they’d clean up the dishes. They’d always be away from the dining area around 6 o’clock to prepare for bed meaning that somebody or something must have cooked her all these unbeknownst to her and the servants. The peacock was nowhere to be found too, much less its trail of feathers. She found it incredibly strange and was undoubtedly dubious at first, but the rumbling of her stomach said otherwise and she began digging in.

Days passed and the peacock instructed her with yet another request: she was to donate and sell some of her belongings to the ones in need.

Of course she wanted to protest, she felt as if those belongings had been her lifelong property in the mansion; generations of family heirlooms being passed down from countless of wealthy figures before finally being inherited to her.

Yet again, she recalled the promise with the pheasant. She wanted pure happiness more than anything in the world. More than the temporary one those treasures brought her.

So she searched her vanity, her cupboard, and her chambers. Scattered piles of old boxes and chests being brought out and opened. High and low she and her servants searched every nook and cranny for old and unused jewelry, garments, and even considered selling her personal collection of perfumes and cosmetics that still have a potential value to be sold to the market or donated to others in need.

She then wrote to her distant relatives that she would be needing help in distributing some of the belongings to the local marketplace and charities: ‘The belongings I’ve given away ought to be enough to make a struggling family manage through. Nothing more, nothing less,’ she again reassured herself as she wrote word after word in the letters to her relatives.

Then came the day when she ordered some of her servants to send those letters, again that same feeling of euphoria overcame her and she dismissed it strongly and thoroughly.

In the evening, as she entered her chambers stretching and yawning widely about to lie down her eyes were blinded by the mountain of gold, jewelries, and other whatnots taking up half of the room.

She was stunned, however this time, she was certain there had been someone or something doing all of this for her. Before she could go through all of the possibilities, fatigue had conquered her mind and she flopped onto the bed and fell into a deep, dreamless slumber.

The next morning, she immediately rushed to the garden after getting dressed and having breakfast, determined to confront her servants and unwillingly, her little pet bird about the strange events. As silly as it may sound, she hoped that it at least knew about who or whatever might have been the cause…

➳ Chapter the Third

[justarkive]

⋆｡°✩ The Jeons | JJK - masterlist

summary: a collection of chaotic family drabbles. thats it.

contents: family!au, non!idol jungkook, girl!dad jk, fluff, angst, sensitive topics sometimes!

these drabbles are not in order of hanas age !

send what ifs and drabble ideas! planning on rlly having fun with these ideas :)

note: im 19 with NO KIDS SO PLEASE. IDK THE INS AND OUTS OF BABIES.

separate smut section below !

check pinned for taglist !

main masterlist

01: Baby?

the one where jungkook and you can’t believe how tiny your baby is <3

02: Bathtub

the one where it’s hanas first proper bath and jungkook is freaking out

03: Gym Daddy

the one where jungkook works out with his baby at 4am

04: Protective

the one where jungkook is the best protector

05: Pork Belly

the one where jungkook makes pork belly for his baby and she isn’t impressed

06: The Little Chef

the one where jungkook and you will do anything for your baby girl, even if it means eating her strange dishes

07: Makeup Artist

the one where jungkook gives in to his baby all the time, even if it means having a stained pink face for the next 3 days.

08: Father Of The Year or Fairy Of The Year?

the one where you somehow convince jungkook to dress up as the tooth fairy for hana

09: The Little Wrestler

the one where it’s a fluffy and violent morning with little hana and her impatient dad

10 : Floral Fail

the one where jungkook never fails to pick you a bouquet every week, but this time he surprises hana

11: The Human Tank

the one where hana pushes jungkooks strength to the max

12: Mission… accomplished ?

the one where jungkook has to hide from his ‘friend’ and hana is the worst cover story ever.

13: Hair Betrayal

the one where jungkook gets a trim and hana hates it

14: Daddy Magic

the one where jungkook knows exactly how to calm down his baby ( and you find it rlly hot lol )

15: Too Much Love

the one where jungkook has too much love for hana and it starts to hurt

16: The End Of The Lip Ring

the one where hana rips out jungkooks lip ring

17: Arcade Day

the one where jungkook makes a random toddler cry ( on accident…)

18: Pigtails And Goodbyes

the one where it’s a school morning and everything hurts a little more than it should.

19: Nightmares

the one where jungkook is the best protector, this time against monsters

20: Sick Day

the one where its a quiet morning with your husband and your sick baby <3

SMUT:

Sensitive 🔞

the one where Jungkook worships every inch of you, and you let him.

Needy 🔞

the one where Jungkook gets cockblocked by you and hana

Ass or tits? (…Both + 1) 🔞

the one where its a triple kill. thats it.

The Drought (It’s not water) 🔞

the one where hana is a cockblocker ( again )

Flood Warning 🔞

the one where jungkook makes it his mission to ruin you. over. and over. and over again.

Asks and what ifs:

The end of the world (not an ask but i was bored…)

The Terrible Twos

The day Hana gets married

Jungkook as a grandpa

New Ink, More Love

A Girl

Sweet Sixteen

Her name, Out loud

[marvelstoriesepic]

Eyes made of Starlight

Pairing: Prince!Bucky x Maid!Reader (Cinderella Au)

Summary: You are drawn into a royal masquerade by a mysterious woman with a magical mask.

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Classism (social hierarchy themes); self-worth struggles; fantasy themes (fairy godmother, spells, illusions); power dynamics; magical disguise

Author’s Note: Oh how I loved writing the magical Cinderella vibe!! This amazing request also comes from my lovely darling!! I hope you'll enjoy this as well, beloved ♡

2k Drabble Challenge Masterlist | Masterlist

The palace walls groan with music. Light spills through stained glass. You can hear the laughter of women who never had to scrub anything in their lives.

You have no reason to be here.

You have no right to be here.

The gown does not belong to you.

The mask does not belong to you.

This moment does definitely not belong to you.

You shouldn’t be here. Not walking under crystal chandeliers, not between silk-slick gowns and heels carved from heaven. Not with perfume-laced air choking your lungs or golden music playing with your ribs. Your hands are calloused. Your eyes are too wide. You walk as if waiting to be punished.

Because you will be.

You are nothing but a maid in this place. One of many. A slip of a girl with sore fingers and silent steps, always in the background, always apologizing.

You had ash on your hands just this sunrise. Streaked across your apron. Tangled in your lashes.

You had scrubbed the same hallway twice - once out of duty, once out of nerves.

You are not meant to be here among those royals, and yet you are.

The mask that sits on your face is not just a disguise. It’s an enchantment. Deep green velvet shaped like leaves, spun with gold threads that glow when the light hits just right. You remember the exhilaration you felt when you held it in your hands after it was placed on your bed. Remember the woman who you believe put it there.

No one speaks to her. No one trusts her. They call her strange, witchy, always lingering too long in the shadows of the garden wall, half-swallowed by ivy and moonlight. She has been a part of the place longer than anyone seems to remember, sweeping corners no one else would touch, talking to birds like they can answer her.

Everyone avoids her.

They say she curses the cooks and sings to the moon and never ages a day past forty.

But you have spoken to her. Brought her bread once, tucked it into a cloth napkin with a wildflower and an apology. Timidly waved at her when you saw her standing cloaked in midnight-colored shawls that fluttered like wings.

And one night ago it was just there. The mask. Lying under your sheets, ready to be worn. You don’t know why you actually decided to do it. You never would have. It’s not a decision you would even consider. But somehow, you pulled on that mask and were suddenly dressed in a gown more worthy than your life.

You are trembling now, standing at the edge of the ballroom. The candlelight plays games with your shadow. You can feel your heartbeat tap-tap-tapping against your ribs.

The clock chimes nine.

The doors open wider and the crowd shifts.

You saw him once.

The prince.

You were delivering lines for another maid who either quit or vanished or both. And on your new route, you saw him at the end of the corridor, coming closer with each step. He had been dressed in navy and silver, his hair pulled back and his expression unreadable.

You tripped and dropped the stack of sheets in your panic, not expecting to just encounter the real prince on a simple delivery. Not as a simple maid. You hated yourself for being in his way.

And when the sheets met the floor, you didn’t breathe.

Just watched the crown prince himself bent - bent - to help pick them up.

Just watched him smile at you and ask if you were alright.

As if he wasn’t a prince and you weren’t made of floor polish and forgotten names.

You didn’t stop thinking about it since. Didn’t stop thinking about him since.

You don’t even recall if you even answered him or kept staring all while blushing so hard your skin stung.

All you are able to recall is that he had eyes like storms and a mouth made for poetry, and something about him - something in the way he looked at you, not through you - unraveled your spine.

That was weeks ago.

And now he is here.

And you are too.

He enters without fanfare, without guards, without his title dragging at his heel. He wears deep blue tonight, with black embroidery shaped like curling vines across his shoulders. His dark hair is loose, falling just below his ears.

He is beautiful. But in a way fire is beautiful. Dangerous and too bright to look at for long.

He stands there like a painting brought to life.

He scans the room and stops suddenly.

On you.

Eyes lock.

Breath caught.

Your heart drops out of your chest and slams into the floor.

He is staring. Not at the dress. Not at the mask. Not at your lips or your waist or your trembling fingers.

He’s staring at your eyes.

As if he is trying to place them in the sky.

And then he is moving. Descending the stairs slowly as if the floor belongs to him and he is offering it to you.

The crowd parts for him.

People turn to watch. Whispers start.

You want to run.

You want to melt.

You want to rewind the world and be a maid again and never take that mask from that strange woman and never come here.

You clutch the sides of your gown, panic boiling in your chest. You could run. You have to run. He can’t know.

But he’s already there and you are not moving.

“Don’t go,” he speaks and his voice is velvet.

He is standing in front of you now, impossibly close, all shadows and silver eyes staring straight into yours.

Deliberately, and without taking his eyes off of yours, he offers his hand.

“Dance with me,” he says. “Please.” His voice is deep. Genuine. A request.

A prince should not talk to a maid this way. You are sure he wouldn’t if he knew who you were.

But a maid also cannot say no to a prince.

So you take his hand with shaking fingers and the second you touch him, you are pulled into his arms, into his chest. The music swells around you as if it were meant for this.

You dance like the world has forgotten gravity.

His touch is light and guiding. One hand presses against your back, the other is intertwined with yours. He doesn’t say anything about the tiny nicks in your palm you got while hanging linens out to dry and forgetting the rose bushes behind.

Never in your life have you danced before.

Never in your life have you felt the proximity of a dance partner or the sequence of the steps to the music.

Your mind doesn’t know but somehow your body does. Your body moves as though it’s been waiting its whole life to be near him. To dance this dance with him.

Perhaps that too has something to do with the mask.

Music rises. Time bleeds away. It feels like flying. It feels like burning.

He looks at you. Doesn’t stop looking at you. And you wonder if he sees past the magic. If he sees the girl who cleans his windows and folds his sheets. The girl who dropped them in front of him and stammered out an apology so awkward she wanted to dissolve on the spot.

Your breath is suspended like the stars outside the palace windows. His hand rests against your back, the pressure just enough to keep you guided, not enough to push. The thumb of his other hand moves in slow circles over your skin and you find yourself staring at it.

His head tilts down to you.

“You keep looking away,” he observes slowly, calmly.

You look up and his gaze is already waiting for yours. “Excuse me?”

“Your eyes,” he adds, voice gentle. Quiet. “You keep hiding them.”

He leans in even closer. You hold your breath. Your steps falter.

“The most important part of dancing,” he states quietly. “is eye contact.” His eyes don’t leave yours. “Everything else follows if you don’t look away.”

You feel the breath of his words against your skin and it makes you hot.

He is not teasing. Not amused. Not quite serious either, but sincere. Thoughtful. As if this moment means something to him too. As if it’s not just your heart fighting its way out of your chest.

You swallow. “Why is that?”

He pulls you closer, shifting his grip. His voice drops even softer. “If you don’t look at your partner, you cannot read them. You cannot anticipate the next step. Cannot be ready to catch them if they fall.” Something passes through his expression.

A beat. His gaze dips to your mouth. Your chin. Back to your eyes.

“And people fall.”

The words land inside of you immediately and you feel them spark a fire that heats up your neck.

You blink a few times, snapping your gaze away from him only to have his hand leave your back to turn your head in its right position - looking at him. His thumb brushes your jawline before he pulls away and settles right at your back again.

As if nothing happened.

You force yourself to nod. Careful. Like if you move too fast the spell will shatter and you will wake up barefoot in the laundry quarters with soot on your face.

He watches you some more. The way your eyes move over his face. The way your brow is twitching. The way your breath is uneven.

You almost stumble. He steadies you effortlessly as if he’d known it would happen.

“Try again,” he encourages gently. “Just look at me.”

You meet his eyes again. Fully. The ballroom fades. The velvet and glass and gossip melt. The crowd around you spins in their own perfect orbit but this is something slower. Something more important.

He leans in another time, breath ghosting your cheek. His voice is a whisper.

“Do you think I could ever forget your eyes, hm?”

Your heart drops alongside your stomach.

The clock chimes midnight.

One.

Two.

Three.

You stumble back. Out of his hold. Out of his arms. Out of his orbit.

The mask is growing warm. Too warm. Your vision flickers. Your dress begins to dull, like color draining from a dream.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, voice breaking, rushed. “I have to-”

And you turn.

“Wait-” he almost shouts, desperate, confused. “Please tell me your name-”

But you are gone.

Glass slippers skim the marble. Tears burn behind your eyes and make it hard to see. The mask slips from your face as you disappear into the night, heart hammering loud enough to break open the stars.

[bunnyykoo]

~READING MASTERLIST 2~

-I did not write these, I just made a list so it’s more organized on what I’m planning to read all credits go to these amazing authors, this is KINDA a small list so I’m most likely gonna add more to it!💜 (Currently Editing)

✅-Completed Reading

~Jungkook~

Friends-to-Lovers

Bulls Eye- (Oneshot 9k)

A Jar full of Us-(Oneshot 10k)

If I was your boyfriend-(Oneshot 10k)

The Farmhouse-(10 part series, Small town Au)

Closer-(2 part series 47k)

Guilty as sin-(3 part series,ONGOING,Brotherinlawxwidowed)

Gradation- (10 part series,FWB)

Holidating-(Oneshot 12k, Childhood BFF)

But we loved too young-(Oneshot 10k,Childhood BFF)

Quarter Life Crisis-(Oneshot 25k)

Proposals-(Oneshot 18k, Fake dating kinda)

Reward-(Oneshot 10k)

Once you realize-(7 part series,Idol Au)

Tell me what changed-(12 part series,Fboy Au)

Strangers-to-Lovers

The Price of Desire-(9 Part Series, Idolxcorporate boss)

The comeback-(ONGOING,FigureskaterxHockey player)

Not even a gift-(30k, Dancer Au)

Dreamboat-(2 part series 30k)

How many- (Series,Tattoo artist)

Fantasy

One year, My Love- Historical Royal au (Two part series)

Bewitching-(Oneshot 10k Vampire Au)

Embrace of Ruins- (Oneshot 14k King Au)

Bloodlines Entertwined- (Series, Werewolf Au)

Where you belong-(3 Part series 35k, Werewolf Au)

Destined through centuries-(ONGOING,Historical Au)

Please teach me-(Part One 18k) Please love me-(Part two 19k)

Down Bad-(Nightwingxstarfire)

That which still haunts us-(Oneshot 17k,Hitman Au)

Lone Blue Egg-(6 part series, PenguinKooxBirdreader) ✅

The lucky ones-(Oneshot 19k, Soulmates Au,College Au)

The Lowlander-(Series on AO3,WarriorKookxNobleelfOC)

Meadow-(Series on AO3,AlphaKookxOmegaOC) A bouquet of flowers Drabbles-(Series on AO3)

Sugar Fairy-(Series on AO3,BunnyKookxLeopardOC) Bite-sized Sweets Drabbles-(Series on AO3)

Sea of Indigo-(Series on AO3,PitbullfighterxNurseOC) Drabble 1. Drabble 2

~College Au~

The Most Beauiful Moment in Life- Photographerjk (12 Part Series)

Oh my god, They were quaratined roomates- Roommates ( Oneshot 22k)✅

Late Night Encounters- (5 part series,ONGOING,Enemies to lovers,Boxerxvolleyballplayer)

Endless summer-(Oneshot 13k, jockxnerd, Enemies to lovers)

Enemies-to-Lovers

Stranded- (Oneshot 13k)

Between Feigned Hatred and Real Desire- (Oneshot, Brother Best Friend)

Starboy-(10 part, Text Au,College Au)

KKangpae-(ONGOING, Gang Au)

It’s not living, if it’s not with you(Oneshot 45k)

Safety Net-(2 Part Series, Boxer Au,Roommates Au)

Lemon Sherbet-(oneshot 15k,Summer Au,tattoo artist Au,ex highschool classmates)

Strangers-to-Lovers

The Vows Between Us- Arranged marriage (Two Parts)

Limelight- (3 part series Boxer Au)

Angels & Airwaves-(Series 29k, Gamer Au,Idol Au)

Never Let you go-(Oneshot 7k, Tattoo Artist Au)

Blizzard 1-(15k,Roommates Au) ✅

Blizzard 2 Let it snow-(8k,BF Au)

Racer

Out of Bounds- (50 part series, Enemies to lovers)

Off the Road-(ONGOING, Older brother best friend au)

Under the checkered flag- (6 part series)

Friends-with-benefits

A lover’s kiss- College au (16 part series 55k)

Sex Education 1-(12k,College Au,Brothers best friend au) ✅

Sex Education 2-(9k,College Au)

Fboy

Unspoken Rules- (3 part series)

Exes-to-Lovers

Navigating tides(Oneshot 18k)

Resurgance-(Oneshot 8k,College Au)

Lose Somebody-(26k)

~Taehyung~

Fantasy

My Demon,My Love-(ONGOING)

Sweet Night-(48k, Angel Au)

Nox-(10k Oneshot,vampire au)

Asunder-(ONGOING, Series on AO3,WarriorTaexMageOC)

Stranger-to-Lovers

Champagne Popsicle- (Oneshot 10k)

The sketch and the smaller eye-(8k Oneshot, Post-apocalitic virus Au)

Crossfire-(8 Part Series, College Au, Gang Au)

Good for me- (7k Oneshot, Badboy)

Ex-to-Lovers

Because of you,blue-(7 part series)

Friends-with-benefits

No kisses- (10 part Series 56k, FootballCaptainxClasspresident)

Enemies-to-Lovers

Sweetbitter-(16k Oneshot, CEO Au)

Office Politics-(27k Oneshot)

Friends-to-Lovers

Breathe Again-(16k Oneshot, My neighbour totoro au)

Heatwave 1-(12k Roommates) ✅

Godless(Heatwave 2)-(9k,FWB,) ✅

Heatwave Drabbles-(11 parts)

Heatwave Drabble-(5k,BF Au)

[be-xkyy]

🥀Welcome to my Masterlist🥀

Welcome to my masterlist :) I hope you like the content and enjoy your yanderes, they are your problem now!😃😊

Dark=🖤 Yandere=💀 Fluffy=💖 smut=🔥 Angust=💔

𝑀𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑥 𝐹𝑒𝑚 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑇𝑜𝑥𝑖𝑐 𝐸𝑥-𝐵𝑜𝑦𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑

Yandere Toxic Ex-Boyfriend 🖤💀

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑅𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑙

Yandere Rival 🖤💀🔥

Yandere Rival Info + Moodboards

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐶ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝐹𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑

Yandere Childhood Friend 💀💖

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐷𝑖𝑙𝑓

Yandere Dilf 🖤💀🔥¿💖?

Reader who loves them and wants to have their babies Yandere Reaction 💀🔥¿💖?

How many children would the yanderes have with reader? Would they be jealous of their children? Yandere Reaction 💀💖

Would the Yanderes train their children to watch over Reader? Yandere Reaction 🖤💀

Yandere Dilf Info + Moodboards

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑆𝑢𝑔𝑎𝑟 𝐷𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑦

Yandere Sugar Daddy 🖤💀🔥

Reader who loves them and wants to have their babies Yandere Reaction 💀🔥¿💖?

How many children would the yanderes have with reader? Would they be jealous of their children? Yandere Reaction 💀💖

Would the Yanderes train their children to watch over Reader? Yandere Reaction 🖤💀

Yandere Sugar Daddy Text 💀🔥¿💖?

Yandere Sugar Daddy Info + Moodboards

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑆𝑢𝑔𝑎𝑟 𝐵𝑎𝑏𝑦

Yandere Sugar Baby Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐵𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟-𝑖𝑛-𝑙𝑎𝑤

Yandere Brother-in-law 🖤💀🔥

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐹𝑎𝑡ℎ����𝑟-𝑖𝑛-𝑙𝑎𝑤

Yandere Father-in-law Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐷𝑜𝑐𝑡𝑜𝑟

Yandere Doctor Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑇𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑟

Yandere Teacher Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐿𝑎𝑤𝑦𝑒𝑟

Yandere Lawyer Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐸𝑚𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑟

Yandere Emperor Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐾𝑖𝑛𝑔

Yandere King Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑃𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒

Yandere Prince Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑅𝑜𝑦𝑎𝑙 𝐴𝑑𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑟

Yandere Royal Advisor Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑁𝑜𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑛

Yandere Nobleman Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑆𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑟

Yandere Soldier Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑃𝑜𝑒𝑡

Yandere Poet Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑆𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑎𝑛𝑡

Yandere Servant Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐽𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟

Yandere Jester Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑟

Yandere Commoner Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑉𝑖𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔

Yandere Viking Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑀𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑛

Yandere Merman Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐹𝑎𝑒

Yandere Fae 🖤💀🔥¿💔?

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑂𝑟𝑐

Yandere Orc Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐸𝑙𝑓

Yandere Elf Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑁𝑎𝑔𝑎

Yandere Naga 🖤💀🔥

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑉𝑎𝑚𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑅𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑎𝑛

Yandere Vampire Romanian 🖤💀🔥

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑉𝑎𝑚𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝐹𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑐ℎ

Yandere Vampire French 🖤💀

Reader spending time with her baby. drabble 💀💖¿💔?

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑊𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑤𝑜𝑙𝑓

Yandere Werewolf Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐷𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑛

Yandere Demon Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐴𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙

Yandere Angel Soon

𝐹𝑒𝑚 𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 �� 𝑀𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑇𝑜𝑥𝑖𝑐 𝐸𝑥-𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑

Yandere Toxic Ex-girlfriend Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐴𝑐𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑐 𝑅𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑙

Yandere Academic Rival Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑀𝑖𝑙𝑓

Yandere Milf Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑆𝑢𝑔𝑎𝑟 𝑀𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑦

Yandere Sugar Mommy Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑆𝑢𝑔𝑎𝑟 𝐵𝑎𝑏𝑦

Yandere Sugar Baby Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑁𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒

Yandere Nurse Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑇𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑟

Yandere Teacher Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐿𝑎𝑤𝑦𝑒𝑟

Yandere Lawyer Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐸𝑚𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠

Yandere Empress Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑄𝑢𝑒𝑒𝑛

Yandere Queen 🖤💀🔥

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑃𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠

Yandere Princess Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐶𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑟

Yandere Counselor Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑁𝑜𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝐿𝑎𝑑𝑦

Yandere Noble Lady Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑀𝑢𝑠𝑒

Yandere Muse Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑀𝑎𝑖𝑑

Yandere Maid Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐶𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑠𝑎𝑛

Yandere Courtesan Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑟

Yandere Commoner Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑀𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑑

Yandere Mermaid Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐹𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑦

Yandere Fairy Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐸𝑙𝑓

Yandere Elf Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑉𝑎𝑚𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑒

Yandere Vampire Soon

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑆𝑢𝑐𝑐𝑢𝑏𝑢𝑠

Yandere Succubus Soon

𝑂𝑛𝑒-𝑆ℎ𝑜𝑡𝑠

Farmer x City Girl

Cowboy x Boss Daughter

Corrupt Cop x Drink Girl

Boyfriend Jock x Cheerleader Reader

Cat Hybrid x Human Reader

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠

Reader who loves them and wants to have their babies

How many children would the yanderes have with reader? Would they be jealous of their children?

Would the Yanderes train their children to watch over Reader?

How would the Yanderes react if Reader died in childbirth? Would they hate their children or love them? Would they love their children more if they looked like Reader?

Yanderes react when their readers are as obsessed as they are? ( ⚠️Alert Yandere Reader⚠️)

[itsswritten]

Earth's Song

Pairing: Azriel x fem reader

Word Count: 795 (she's a drabble)

Warnings: Difficult birth is briefly mentioned no major details though.

Summary: Fairies are made for the wind & sun <3

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You could see it, just beyond the archway. Only a step away, the golden streams of rays filtering over the flowers. The breeze, a scent of fresh grass, pollen and peonies filling your senses– so close you could almost taste it. The melody of the earth was calling to you, its creatures and plants singing in a verse only you could hear upon your arrival. Your lips tugged into a gentle smile across your tired expression. 

Oh you had missed this.

A soft gurgle pulled you from your musings, your gaze settling down on the little bundles that were swaddled to your front. Your babes, twin sons. Only weeks old. Could they hear it too? The earth's music? it’s song, it’s heartbeat– you were sure they could. Certain they felt it in their bones just like you.

“Isn’t it wonderful..”, you whispered to them, leaning down to press a gentle kiss on the tops of their heads. Wefts of hair as dark as their fathers atop, and their scent so inexplicably yours and his.

“My love…” Azriel spoke, an ache in his tone that seemed consistent with any action you did nowadays. You had tried to step forward, feet moving past the tiles of the River House subconsciously into the outside that was calling you–calling your sons too. Any action you seemed to make these past few weeks only made your mates heart lurch.

“Azriel…” your tone was gentle but firm, your free hand subconsciously rubbing the backs of your babes who were nuzzled against your chest. Their eyes slowly opened and closed under the gentle glow of the sun that reached within the doorway of the house. “I want to– need to feel the earth,” you replied. 

It had been several weeks since you had been outside, several weeks since you brought your baby boys into this world. The birth had been difficult. A thought you didn’t want to dwell on, but something you knew was still very prevalent as you felt your mate's supportive hand press against the small of your back. His free hand still looped with your arm for stability.

It had taken a great deal of convincing for him to bring you here, to let your boys experience the world beyond the safety of the house walls. Azriel, ever the protective Shadowsinger, had been beside himself when he’d almost lost you. The birth of your twins—Illyrian-winged miracles born of a meadow faerie—had been far from easy. The ordeal had left you in a deep, unnatural slumber, robbing you of those precious first days with your sons. It was a cruel twist of fate, one that left you fragile in body and spirit. Even the sacred traditions of your kind had been set aside in the wake of it all.

And well, Azriel’s protectiveness had grown to a level you didn’t know was possible. You understood though. Didn’t blame him; if the roles were reversed, if you’d almost lost him, you weren’t sure what kind of person you’d become in the aftermath. But you were still here. Healing, growing stronger with every passing day.

So you convinced him, explained to him how fairies were made for the wind and sun, your boys, despite only being half of you– needed this too.

You watched as your mate hesitated, bringing you this far had gone against every instinct he had, but as he gazed into your reassuring smile he nodded. Gently moving with you, each step at a time. Your bare feet feeling the soft grass under your pads. The sensation sent a shiver through your body and as you began to ground yourself tears filled your eyes.

The evening sun basked it’s golden hour upon your skin, it’s rays warming your flesh in a way you hadn’t felt in weeks. You had missed this. 

Your babes stirred softly, their tiny forms swaddled snugly against your chest. Their warmth grounded you further. You inhaled deeply, the scent of the flowers and the earth beneath your feet blending with the faint sweetness of your sons.

Azriel’s wings rustled softly behind you as he stepped closer, his shadowed presence a constant comfort as you let yourself lean back against him. You glanced up at him, your tear-filled eyes meeting his gaze, and for a moment, neither of you spoke. 

Wordlessly, he leaned down, his lips brushing against your forehead, his gaze moving to his sons pressed against you with a tenderness that made your chest ache. “I love you– I love you all so much,” he whispered, voice rough with emotion.

Your smile was the only reply he needed. Your expression looking fuller than it had done in weeks. And then you hummed, eyes closed as you harmonised along to the earth’s song.

a/n: a little wings drabble, our first snippet at seeing the baby boys...which yes I've finally landed on names. Introducing...Rune & Rain <3

wings universe: @minaethrym @megscabinetofcurios @scorpioriesling @dottedhalfnotes

Permanent taglist: @sleepylunarwolf @daily-dose-of-sass @alittlelostalittlefound-blog @milswrites @amberlynn98 @marscardigan @illyrianbitch @lilah-asteria @writingcroissant @searchingforbucky

[prettyboychoso]

fairy tail masterlist

(f) fluff, (a) angst, (s) smut

Needy Natsu Headcanons - Natsu Dragneel x Reader

been thinking about Natsu who ignores his needs for so long, but he finally breaks and comes to you for help word count .85k, (s)

[shesadollette]

𓍊𓋼𓍊 Total chapters: 4

𖡼𖤣𖥧 Taglist: @raiha-storm65557, @linsyfelisyya

Ⱄⱄ. 𓆏 .ⱄⰔ

⊹ ࣪ ˖ III: Curiouser & Curiouser ࣪ ˖

(➳ Chapter the Second)

“Hey you, pesky peacock!” she called out, panting and bent over. “Do you… by any chance know who or what may be the cause of the strange events happening up until recently?”

“My goodness, child. What a fright you've given me!” the peacock squawked indignantly. “No ‘good mornings’ or ‘here is your fresh set of fruits that you deserve for being so lovely and obedient’, but that coming from you I suppose is not a phenomenon happening anytime near. Lovely, what do you wish to know?”

“I would like to know…” she carefully explained, “if my house has been broken into by someone or something. True, there are neither doors nor windows which have been deliberately broken at all but, don’t you suppose someone or something appearing out of thin air and making all these strange events happen to be quite ridiculous?”

It cocked its head, questioningly. “What… kind of strange events, young lady?”

She clicked her tongue then proceeded to explain how a few days ago, a grand banquet mysteriously appeared in front of her eyes and how the mountain of treasures were piled up in her chambers the night before.

The bird was fleetingly silent when suddenly a chuckle erupted unexpectedly from it. “Unbelievable. What a surprise!” it clucked. “You see, I’m simply incapable of doing such things; given in this form that I’m in, how am I supposed to be performing any sort of godly miracles? Only deva and devi are capable of doing such things. I, myself, am only a humble, little, and pretty bird perfect for your collection of hats. Now, enough nonsense, off you go with your next assignment!” it firmly dismissed her.

She wasn’t very delighted with its response. “You sound absolutely certain that you know nothing that might cause such unordinary phenomena to happen. Was it perhaps… you? Who did all this?” she sniggered.

She did not expect the silence from its unbroken gaze, “Not at all. Why would you suspect an old, good-for-nothing bird like me to cook you hearty meals and deliver you a whole mountain of treasury? Don’t be silly, dear girl. Only those with hands and feet can do so. Take a good look at me, I merely have a pair of claws which are made for scraping the soil and trapping my prey, a train which can fold and unfold depending on if I’ve found a worthy mate and a quite chattery beak which could drive people senile.”

Silence. She raised an eyebrow, visibly disappointed however she decided not to push it as it would just go round and round and headed back inside. She was meddled with uncertainty more than ever.

Days went on before they turned into weeks, and then months. Occasionally, she would still ponder on who the culprit might be; with each and every time the heiress did something out of generosity and selflessness, she was rewarded tenfold with something similar and she gradually grew happier and happier though she found it quite difficult to admit it. She had since then gotten used to the strange happenings in the mansion and decided not to question it.

Not only that, she was starting to appreciate and bask in the feeling of a newfound companionship and news of her good deeds spread throughout the whole village quicker than a wildfire.

Once days had been getting better and the village was once more thriving, she was met with one more surprise that led to all of these thrilling train of events.

“Good morning, have you made the preparations yet?” a familiar voice crooned.

“I sure have! However, I do not know if I’ve prepared enough delicacies to satiate all the mouths for the biggest feast of the year. The gifts I’ve prepared to be exchanged are in check, the house is decorated with the help of the servants and I’ve also prepared sweets and tiny presents for the children. I hope this Deepavali will be better than the years before.”

“That is very good to hear. I have a final assignment for you, actually. I shall be taking my departure and I'd like to see you once more before I go. When the moon strikes high, come up to the balcony. A surprise shall await you there.”

➳ Chapter the Fourth (end)

[justarkive]

THE JEONS : 08

08: Father Of The Year Or Fairy Of The Year?

summary: a collection of chaotic family drabbles. thats it.

contents: family!au, non.idol jungkook, girl!dad jk, fluff, angst, sensitive topics sometimes!

• chapter contents: more family fluff, jungkook has been convinced to be the tooth fairy for hanas first tooth falling out… and it fails. hana is BETRAYED.

• taglist: @jenniebyrubies @lovingkoalaface @iamstilljk @elinaki92 @rpwprpwprpwprw @mafersame @parkinglot-nights @reallygenerouskoala @mimi1097 @aznstoner @jungshaking (cmnt to be added)

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Jungkook had many titles. The epitome of a dilf. Gym enthusiast. Certified wife guy. Ultimate girl dad.

( He made these all up )

But tonight, against his will and better judgment, he was—

The Tooth Fairy.

And he was fucking regretting it.

“Baby,” he whispered, shoving his phone in your face. “Is there any way out of this?”

You grinned, far too amused by his suffering. “Nope. You lost the bet, fairy boy.”

Jungkook groaned into his hands. But a promise was a promise, and he’d rather humiliate himself than disappoint his little princess.

Which is how he ended up standing outside Hana’s bedroom at 11:43 PM, wearing—

A child-sized tutu from her toy box that barely fit around his waist.

One of your old glittery crop tops (it looked so much better on you).

A plastic star headband sitting way too tight on his head.

A blonde, ratty, tangled wig (that he swore smelled like feet).

And the pièce de résistance: a single chopstick with a pom-pom Blu-Tacked to the end, doubling as his “magic wand.”

He looked ridiculous.

And his sweet, innocent daughter was about to suffer for it.

Taking a deep breath, he eased the door open—only to find Hana still very much awake, sitting up in bed with her tiny hands clutching the blanket.

Her eyes widened at the sight of him, pure wonder on her face.

“Toof faiwy?!” she gasped.

Jungkook winced at her excitement. He hadn’t expected her to be so invested in this.

Still, he tried to play the part, high-pitching his voice as he flapped his imaginary wings. “Uh—y-yes, sweet child! ‘Tis I, the T-Tooth Fairy!”

She giggled, bouncing on the mattress.

He felt a brief moment of pride. Maybe he could actually pull this off—

Until the fucking wig slipped.

And his very recognizable face peeked through.

Hana froze.

Her eyes squinted.

And then—

“DADA?!”

Jungkook panicked.

“NO, BABY, I—”

“WAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!”

It was over.

His cover was blown.

Hana wailed, throwing herself back on the mattress like she had been betrayed by the gods.

Jungkook, still gripping his damn pom-pom wand, crouched beside her, scrambling for damage control. “H-Honey, no! I’m not Dada! I’m—uh—Tooth Fairy #2?”

Hana sobbed harder.

You, watching from the hallway, wheezed.

Desperate, Jungkook reached under the pillow and shoved the folded bill into her tiny hands.

But it only made things worse.

Hana sniffled, looking at the money in disbelief.

Then she gasped, wailing, “DADA STEAL!!!”

Jungkook froze.

You collapsed onto the floor, laughing so hard you saw stars.

“B-BABY, NO—”

Hana threw the money at his chest and howled, and Jungkook knew—

This was not the night he’d be winning Father of the Year.

[unspeakable-imagination]

Couch Cuddles || Logan Howlette/Wolverine

Kinda a drabble, not to long.

My masterlist is here

Cw:lumberjack logan even though it's not really mentioned, lots of fluff/cuddles, mentions of sex but nothing happens, use of tabacco and alcohol, established relationship, use of petnames, fem reader

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"I'll be back soon," Logan said as he placed a warm kiss to the top of your temples. "I need to go to work. You know where to find me, right, princess?" You nodded silent.

His eyebrows creased and his lips turned to a small frown. You hardly caught it, but you did."I love you, Logan. Drive safe, okay?"

His mood had shifted the moment the first three words left your lips, and he already felt better. "I will, baby girl." Before you knew it, he was out the door and you were sitting on the sofa, curled in a blanket in the cabin he's built by hand for the two of you.

You'd been living together for a year, and dating for two. Maybe it was a little fast to move in, but he pulled you out of water when it felt like tou were drowning.You were stuck in living a life of manotany and Logan was always looking for some way to make his own exiting. And somehow- he figured that was you.

You weren't sure why- as you really thought you wanted different things than him. You wanted to settle down, maybe even have kids. You wanted to dance in a kitchen and shoo a cat off the table, and watch your kids throw sticks for a dog to chase.

You wanted a life of meangful relationships, not just the one you viewed with Logan. You weren't even sure if you two were considered dating.

You'd never made it official, just kind of- moved in. Sure, you were intimate, you'd discussed being exclusive, and agreed that while you were together- it would just be a simply monogamous relationship, but what kind of relationship was it?

You bristled at the idea of it simply being a situationship. You loved him and the idea of that almost made your heart shatter. Maybe you'd have to talk to him when he came home.

To fill your time, you opted to just sit with a warm cup of tea- you weren't sure what kind, you hadn't paid attention, and a book. It was some silly fantasy story about mutants, monsters, and fairy's. Midevil monster hunters, swords and magic. The white-haired protagonists adopting a cheeky blonde princess and teaching her the ways of his guild.

And you got a good portion through it, with good breaks between meals and some normal daily activities, basic cleaning, laundry, and putting something in the oven for when Logan did finally come home.

The day passed you quickly and by the time you were taking dinner from the oven, a simple cottage pie, Logan's truck rumbled as it pulled to the window and parked in its rightful spot. You watched him run his hands through his hair, you noticed the look on his face, and you watched him light his cigar before he opened the truck door and heave his way out.

Your eyes followed him as he walked past the window , towards the doorway, and lost him as he entered. You quickly averted you gaze and resorted to dishing a heaping pile of the hot meal into two bowls. Grabbing them and weaving past the chairs of the dining table, you brought them to the coffee table where Logan had sat down.

"Welcome home, Lo." It was quiet but you knew he heard you with how he gently perked. He took a deep breath and it was like a calm wave washed over him, the closer you got.

"Hey, darlin'," he started. He watched you place the two bowls onto the table and sit down next to him. He pulled the cigar from his lips and blew his smoke away.

"What are you thinking tonight? Need a drink or some soda? Water?"

"Just a beer is okay, please, love?" You were quick to get it, and your own tall glass of milk. You popped the cap from the bottle and returned to his side. She was already scarfing down his food, starved from the tirless hours he'd been working at the mill. You placed the bottle on a coaster and took your seat beside him.

You took a drink of your milk before you grabbed your own bowl, but paused before you ate. Logan put his fork in his bowl and grabbed your knee, pulling your leg to drape across his own. It made your stomach flutter, and your heart quickened at the smallest but of affection.

Logan was craving your touch most of the day. He felt so desperate for a good day, a real day, a long day with you. He'd been so busy at the mill that he'd hardly had a day off and was itching to spend time with you aside from curling up, wrapping his arms around your waist as you sleep.

He missed hearing your laugh, and missed your smile, even the small ones. He'd missed being around for more than sleep and mornings. Sure, he'd come home and snake his tounge or hips between tough thighs, but that's not what he needed. He needed you. He needed your words.

Eating was mostly silent, peaceful. You'd asked the normal questions, and ge did too. How was your day, what did you do, what did you eat, I missed you.

Logan had long finished his food as you sat there, finishing your last bites. Patting your belly, you sighed. "I'm sure full. Do tou need any more, Lo?"

"No, baby. Let me grab thoes." He'd stood and grabbed both your bowls and him empty bottle, taking them to the kitchen and putting them in the sink and garbage.

He returned and sat down, pulling you closer to his hip."Want to watch a movie, darlin'?" It was a simple ask- but it was the way he asked it thag had you turning to putty in his arms. His lips rested against your forehead, his nose in your hair. He took a deep breath, humming at how good you smelled to him

"No, I just wanna hold you." he was sure he felt his heart stop. That was all he needed from you. He just needed your attention, your love. "But Lo," you hummed. "I need to talk to you about something. Oh no. Oh god no, we're you going to leave him? The one relationship he's had successfully- and he was worried he'd loose you. He pulled his fingers from your hair and leaned backwards onto the couch, but still facing you.

You crawled onto his lap, straddling him, wrapping your arms around his neck and your face buried in his chest. What?

"What you wanna talk about, baby girl?" He said, his hands sliding up your legs and settling around your waist, locking his fingers together to hold you.

"Us," you said, your breah came out shaky, as if you were gonna cry. You raised your head from his chest and looked at him, one right land moving to cup the side of his face. "What are we, Lo?" You sounded so meek and nervous. "I'm so scared that this is just some situationship and i-"

He interrupted you. "What, a situationship? Baby, your going to be my wife." Your heart skipped a beat. Did you hear him right? You hadn't even established dating? Had you missed something

"I- I what?" He groaned. "Fuck, I was going to wait to ask you." He easily lifted you with one of the arms he ticked under you thigh and fished his other hand in his pocket. He'd pulled out a small green box. "It's not all that fancy." Your hand left his face and covered your mouth, your eyes welling with tears.

"Logan," you softly gasped. Once you were sat back comfortably on his lap he opened the ring box in front if you. It was a thing, shiny silver ring with a pretty diamond set into the band. It was simple, charming, and it glimmered. "Logan I love it."

"Hold on, baby. I havnt even gotten the chance you say it. [Name], will you marry me? Can we live the rest of our lives together? I need you to be more than my girlfriend. I need you to be my wife. I need tou to be the mother of our babies." He looked down to the ring, then back up at your face, tears freely flowing from your eyes.

"Yes logan, God yes. I want to marry you, I can't wait. I can't wait for us to have a family." He grinned and took the ring out, grabbing your hand and placing it on your ring finger. You leaned down, curling into his chest, listening to his heart. You sighed.

"I love you, my [Name]."

[anniebeckcalla]

"i swear, we're just friends!"

being 'platonic' with the 00z (yeah okay)

(non-idol crush! 00z x reader) ◦ ₊WC! 780< ◦ ₊[NOT PROOFREAD!]◦ ₊ CW! fluff, nothing more than that. (maybe i could put a CW for how boring it is because there is no smut!) ◦ ₊ masterlist | cafe | click here!

C's NOTE. sorry that this is so boring...I guess we could say that this is a filler story. better stories and drabbles are coming, friends ♡

jaemin

The city Primark was busy with everyone and their mother that weekend; it had been a mistake to go shopping today. Sweaty bodies pushed past you, not caring if they trod on your toes or brushed your bag. The mixed noise of people chattering and bad music made your eardrums ache. It was more than you could bear. You stood still, breathing deeply, trying to find an island of peace in the sea of madness. “Y/n, are you okay?”

You looked across at Jaemin, grateful that he had agreed to come along on your spree with you. “I'm okay,” you replied. You certainly didn't feel okay, that was obvious to see. Jaemin took your hand in his. “Come on,” he said. You followed him, weaving through the rails of clothes and greedy shoppers. You found yourself at the exit of the shop, and once you were outside, you sighed with relief. “Sorry, y/n,” Jaemin said. “We can go back later when it isn't so busy-” “It's alright,” you cut through him. “Thanks for helping me out.” Your gaze fell to your interlocked hands. “Do you mind if I kept holding your hand for a bit longer?” you said. “I just wanted-"

“You can hold on for as long as you want,” Jaemin smiled. “I'll always be here for you.”

jeno

Oh, my laces came undone,” you exclaimed, crouching down to fix your scruffy Converses. Unfortunately, it wasn't easy to tie your shoes when you had a milkshake in one hand and your phone in the other. “Go on, Jeno. It's okay. I don't want to slow us down.” Jeno shrugged. “I'd rather wait for you.” Your cheeks and ears burned as you fiddled with your laces, your fingers slipping and sliding clumsily. “Look, y/n,” Jeno said, getting closer, “stand up. Let me do it for you.” You rose, watching down in awe as Jeno fixed the laces into perfect bows. He looked up, and you two locked eyes for a moment, silence growing as a shy smile lit up his face. He really didn't have to help you tie your laces, and you both knew that. “Well,” he said, breaking the moment as he got up, “let's get going, then.” As you resumed walking, you made a silent note to keep your shoelaces loose in the future.

haechan

“These cravings are killing me.” You sighed, leaning forward on the bench table with your head in the crook of your arm. “If only I'd appreciated my life when the bakery was open!” Haechan rubbed your arm gently. “I know, honey,” he replied. You gazed at him as if he was a fairy godmother. “I could use theiir brownies right now,” you whispered. Haechan smirked as he reached into his bag. “I may have an answer for that,” he said, pulling out a tupperware container. When he opened it, a smile lit up your face. “Brownies, Haechan? Where did you magic them up from?”

Haechan rolled his eyes. “Magic them? I baked them myself, silly. Take one.” You selected the biggest brownie and took a bite. The crunchy top gave way to the soft fudginess of the inside. The blend of the ingredients made sparkled chocolate euphoria exploding all over your mouth. They were almost as good--better--than the bakery's. “So good,” you sighed, taking another bite. Haechan shrugged. “I'm glad. It took me five tries to make them that perfect ” He pushed the box towards you. “They're all yours.” “No, I couldn't,” you flushed, slightly embarrassed. “I insist,” Haechan said. “I couldn't have my y/n going without her favourite food, could I?”

Right at that moment, you were convinced that you loved him- platonically, romantically, anything.

renjun

What's your favourite colour?” Renjun's eyes were closed, his arms under his head as a makeshift pillow. The question was rather random, but not unusual; it was one of his many idiosyncrasies. You turned your gaze from the branches of the trees above to his resting figure. “Brown.” Renjun opened his eyes to glare at you.

“Brown? What's so interesting about brown?”

“They're the colour of your eyes, of course,” you smiled in reply. “They're beautiful. When the sun hits them at the right angle, they're mesmerising.” Renjun sat up then, his face reddening as he picked leaves off of his jersey. “You—you really see it that way?” he muttered. “Of course I do,” you replied. You wished you were as confident as you sounded; his shyness to your reply was knocking the air out of your chest, your heartbeat replaced with fluttering butterflies. With a shrug, you added, “I guess that the right people can make anything feel exciting.”

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[daydreamgoddess14]

The Reading Rooms

Inspired by some other gorgeous individuals, I thought I'd try and compile some of my weekly reading into some kind of list. Since throwing myself into the Marvel fandom and actually writing for these characters rather than just reading, I've followed - and been followed by (cue fangirl shriek) - some epic blogs, and I want to be able to throw as many new readers and followers their way as I can.

Always remember to heed the warnings posted by the individual authors. What I'm happy to read may not be what you're happy to read, so I take no responsibility if you find something you're not into.

And finally, Tumblr is a community. Reblog, gush like you've never gushed before - I promise you, the authors below will love it, and love you for it! We write because we love to, but we share our work because we love the community of it. If you read something you like, let the world know! 💕

The List

Lessons in Love-Making by @artficlly. I've only read the first chapter so far, but this already has me totally hooked! Bucky Barnes x Reader.

Not a Fairy Tale Kiss (no names for this exist) by @azriona . This is the very definition of EPIC. A staggering word count, an absolute feat of storytelling. I've barely scratched the surface of this so far, but I'm loving every second. Posted on AO3, so head over there for your fix! Bucky Barnes x Reader.

@mrs-elsie-barnes , the writer that you are! I have a whole heap of recommendations here. First up, Policy & Procedure - if you like your Bucky Congressman shaped, this Bucky Barnes x Reader fic has your name on it. Then we have the little (slightly spoilery) Thunderbolts* drabble - Home Time - Bucky Barnes x Reader. Finally, we have the super hot - I've got to let you know (I need you tonight) featuring Joaquin Torres x Reader.

The 2k Drabble Challenge by @marvelstoriesepic is bananas. The dedication, the range, the heartbreak, and longing... ugh, these are all incredible, but my personal highlights are Misfire, Where We Were When The Stars Came Out, What the Mirror Doesn't Say & Tattoo Me In Flowers. Bucky Barnes x Reader.

Put Your Hands In Mine by @buck-star is so moving and vitally important. I loved it so much. Bucky Barnes x Reader.

Oil & Water by @flowersforbucky was so insanely hot it had me squealing. It is literally perfect if you would like to sit on that man's face. Bucky Barnes x Reader.

Charm and Claim by @ramp-it-up were both so excellent and super hot! Bucky Barnes x Reader.

@aquaticmercy is a genius and the writing is impeccable and when I tell you I RUN to every post... I've so much to catch up on, but Interstate Love Song was gorgeous. Bucky Barnes x Reader.

Let Me Hurt a Little Longer by @daxisyzz was so good! I loved the slightly manipulative POV, who wouldn't want Bucky's hands on them?! Bucky Barnes x Reader.

The Dog Tags series by @marvelwitchergilmore is brilliant! Part 1 is linked, be sure to check out the rest, and what a masterlist to get stuck into - especially for my Slow Horses babes because there's some River Cartwright in there, too! (cc. @cillmequick @dreamer-98 @annaelizabethhenry1 @liquid-confidenc3 💕)

Then we have @navybrat817 , who is pure genius and her post Thunderbolts* fic Not Exactly A Secret. Navy's setting up a Tower Shenanigans list, so expect more from the Thunderbolts*. As well as this, I read the excellent Late Night and Late Night Recap. Bucky Barnes x Reader.

I came across @jobean12-blog 's This Is Love this week, an oldie but a very goodie! Bucky Barnes x Reader.

If you haven't read Security Clearance by @societyfolklore yet, why?! This was soooo hot! Bucky Barnes x Reader.

And lastly, I'm sharing this little New Dad Bucky Headcannon by @sunday-bug , and lemme tell ya, it will not be the last thing I share of Sunny's! I can't wait to get stuck into her Masterlist because it's going to take over my life in the best possible way!

This covers everything I've read this week 🙌

God, I hope the links all work cos that took forever 🤣. Apologies for sharing via my own slightly unhinged reblogs. Next time, I'll try and make sure I share original links where possible!

💕

pressing post and hoping all the tags work 🫡

[bowtiepasta]

romy! ♥︎ she / he. eighteen. good heart big tits. resident film fairy. bokuto’s girl. lover of many and then some.

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25 MILES TO MOOMINVALLEY . . !

everything on the menu (k. nanami, smut, 2.6k)

not even death (a. miya, ongoing series)

save a horse, ride a cowgirl! (s. ieiri, smut, 1.3k)

dogwood (s. kita, tooth rotting fluff, 1.5k)

die in the ocean (s. hinata, fluff, drabble)

touya todoroki says free palestine and fuck the fascists (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ )🖕

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MASTERLIST (DRABBLES)

BAT FAMILY DRABBLES:

Batfam: Batboys Reacting To You Having a Kid 🌷 Past Careers 🌺 /🌷 Stubble 🌷

BRUCE WAYNE:

By the Fireplace 🌺

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x reader Summary: Finally snapping the sexual tension between you and your best friend.

Desperation 🌺

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x reader Summary: Bruce gets frustrated at the charity event and eventually takes it out on you once you are home.

New Side 🌺

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x fem!Reader Summary: After being hesitant about your suggestion, he finally gives in and tries a different way to release his pent up frustration.

JASON TODD:

Red Knight in Shining Armour one 🌷

Red Knight in Shining Armour two 🌷

Pairing: Red Hood x reader Summary: You ask Red Hood for help from a creep and he does so

Small Cuts 🌷/🌹

Pairing: Jason Todd x reader Summary: Red Hood saves you from the chaos, being scared shitless

Don't tell Jason 🌷

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader Summary: Jason thinks you're cheating, almost becomes a murder again, finds out you are just learning self-defense with Dick

Late Birthday 🌷

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader Summary: Jason tries his best to be romantic

Safe Again 🌷/🌹

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader Summary: Jason safes you from being captured from Black Mask

Old Friends 🌷

Pairing: Jason Todd x Supergirl!Reader Summary: You meet Jason again after not seeing each other for several years.

Unhinged one 🌷

Unhinged two 🌷

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader Summary: your roommate finds your messages you send your friend about him.

Nightmares 🌷/🌹

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader Summary: Comforting your boyfriend

Rivals with Benefits 🌷/🌹

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader Summary: The star student of your college isn't what everyone thinks he is.

Father FIgure!Jason Todd (imagine) 🌷

You smoke? 🌷

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader Summary: Jason finds you smoking weed for medical purposes

You Are My Muse 🌷/🌹

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader Summary: Jason finds his way to you (through accident)

Friendly Neighbourhood 🌷

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader Summary: Befriending his neighbour gets out of hand.

On The Rescue 🌷

Pairing: Red Hood x firefighter!reader Summary: Red Hood starts to fall for a firefighter, however, it's difficult

Flashbacks 🌹

Pairing: Father!Jason Todd x Teenage!reader Summary: You get captured by a past villian, but your father saves you.

Past Curfew 🌷

Pairing: Father!Jason Todd x Teenage!Reader Summary: You forget to tell your dad about going out and get home back late.

Too Late🌷/🌹

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader Summary: Jason was poisoned during his patrol and doesn't realise until he is at your place.

DAMIAN WAYNE:

Rockstar Girlfriend 🌷

Pairing: Older!Damian Wayne x fem!Reader Summary: You're Damian's girlfriend, and his family wants to visit your concert

Graceless 🌷

Pairing: Older!Damian Wayne x Reader Summary: Being in a Gala his father threw with your dear boyfriend. Also, sneaking out from it.

Is this Witchcraft? 🌷

Pairing: Older!Damian Wayne x fem!Reader Summary: small prank teehee

Strange Kind of Humour 🌷

Pairing: Older!Damian Wayne x reader Summary: you hate bugs

Comfort 🌷

Pairing: Damian Wayne x Batsis!Reader (Platonic) Summary: Your younger brother tries to comfort you when sick.

DICK GRAYSON:

Pretty Saviour 🌷

Pairing: Nightwing x reader Summary: You save Nightwing and Batman one night in a close call, being stuck with Dick forever

Drink the Potion! 🌺

Pairing: Fairy!Dick Grayson x Reader Summary: Dick Grayson accidentally turns into a tiny fairy and you take care of him.

Father figure!Dick Grayson (imagine) 🌷

Father!Dick Grayson (part 2) 🌷

Lost child 🌹

Pairing: Father!Dick Grayson x Teenage!reader Summary: You secretly create a vigilante persona, even though your dad forbid it.

No Loss, No Love 🌹

Pairing: Dick Grayson x Batsis!Reader Summary: What does it feel like when no one around you seems to notice you anymore? Will you fight for attention and recognition or go under?

TIM DRAKE:

Only Friends 🌷

Pairing: Tim Drake x Reader Summary: You both get flustered during an interview

Since When?! 🌷

Pairing: Tim Drake x Reader Summary: Batfam finds out Tim has a partner

DUKE THOMAS:

Lucky 🌷

Pairing: Duke Thomas x Reader Summary: Your brother's best friend likes you, but won't dare to actually do anything.

New Member! 🌷

Pairing: Duke Thomas x Goth!reader Summary: Goth!reader has dinner with the Batfam!

ROY HARPER:

Brother's best friend 🌷

Pairing: Roy Harper x Reader Summary: Best friend of your brother really likes you, and you finally cave in

Unfocused 🌷

Pairing: Roy Harper x Reader Summary: Jason is fed up with how unfocused Roy is getting.

PLATONIC

New Home 🌹

One Messed Up Bat 🌹

Just Protecting 🌷

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