#gonna be working on the last event drabbles in between this

[crowttore]

modern au Dottore x reader x Rhinedottir (+ Albedo in the cuck chair)

[irisintheafterglow]

you make loving fun

summary: last time you checked, itoshi sae was terrible with children...right?

cw/tags: crack...just a lot of bllk boys interacting with kids, established relationship, ooc sae if you squint, occurs just after u-20 game

wc: 2.5k

note: this was meant to just be a drabble but ended up being a one-shot so...surprise! this came to me in a dream LMAO so hopefully it makes sense.

as you carefully line up the excited kids outside of the blue lock complex, you're almost grateful that ego doesn't greet you; from anri's descriptions of him, it sounded like he would frighten the children from ever thinking of a soccer ball ever again. it's just her, a few security guards, and--

"oh my god, is that itoshi sae?"

you stiffen and look up from your clipboard, something between leaping and sinking occurring in your heart. he wore his signature bored expression, but you could catch the corner of his mouth twitch when he made eye contact with you. ever the drama queen, your boyfriend (whose relationship status was yet to be disclosed to the public) had failed to inform you that he would be making an appearance at the first-ever 'blue lock youth outreach day,' considering that he had nothing but dry observations after the u-20 game. you were under the impression that he wanted nothing to do with the program, and figured that his sudden participation was a way to get back at you for being so consumed with work.

in hindsight, the collab seemed like a good enough idea. you, the pr manager of the largest youth soccer league in the country, and anri, an acquaintance you'd met through piano lessons who conveniently has a job in the most cutting-edge soccer training program in history. it was a headache, at first, especially with a certain moody player from madrid trying to convince you that it was a waste of time (anything was a waste of time if it wasn't with him). but, dozens of emails and a stack of field trip signatures later, you were loading thirty of the brightest soccer minds you knew--albeit between the ages of eight and thirteen--onto a school bus and headed toward the pentagonal fortress in the mountains.

"what are you doing here?" you ask him as evenly as possible while anri guides you and the kids through the maze of concrete hallways. "you hate children."

"hate is a strong word," he deadpans, his attention flicking to you when you answer with nothing more than an eyeroll. "can i not support the next generation of footballers?"

"you don't even support the current generation," you mumble. "i think it's fair to say this isn't usually your kind of event."

"it is when my partner has been ghosting me for it," he replies. some would think sae's declaration is nothing more than a push of your buttons, but you know him well enough that he was being purposefully petty. "i came to see what the big fuss is about."

"ghosting is a strong word," you mimic. he smirks, just barely. "radio silent, sure, but not enough for you to fly across the world to see some people you don't even like."

"god forbid i do something like miss you, cariño," he remarks with unexpected fondness underneath the blankness of his expression. "as professional and secretive as we keep things, your absence from my life is always noticeable."

"i was gonna call you later," you offer, and he narrows his eyes. "give you updates on how successful the event was and whatnot."

"phone calls aren't enough," he concludes. "i am here to support you, not whatever the brass are trying to concoct."

"how romantic," you chuckle. "i hope you'll play nice today, then?"

"only for you. not anyone else."

"with the kids and the blue lock players?" something in his jaw tightens, but he relents nonetheless.

"fine. i will be cordial with them, too."

"you really do love me." you can't help the grin that breaks onto your face, but you're back to perfect professionalism a second later. with his phone on silent and one of his managers mitigating the rest of his team, he was content to breathe the same air as you before the chaos of being a football star reinvaded his life.

"mmm, something like that." for now, this was his closest thing to peace.

the other blue lock players seem to mirror your initial shock from sae's presence, though most of their demeanors change upon the entrance of the young, prospective soccer stars. the kids are chomping at the bit to get their cleats on and practically climb over each other to start drills with each player. the files anri had sent to you proved handy, as you instantly recognized who was who based on the skills they were teaching the kids.

bachira had half a dozen following him through a dribbling drill, their movements all in perfect precision like a line of ducklings. when one ball went astray, he shifted the entire formation in a lesson on 'improvising.' yukimiya and karasu, similarly, were teaching how to steal from a player whose dribbling leaves your head spinning.

chigiri was running sprints with his group, one by one, and advising them when their best opportunity would be to accelerate based on what he observed. he had a line spanning half the field, eagerly waiting to race the fastest striker in the program like he was a carnival game. aryu provided additional recommendations on when to leap and use height as a weapon, something the youngest and shortest kids quickly internalized with a sparkle in their eyes.

nagi didn't say much, which was fine, since reo was there to fill in his blanks; the kids in their group were currently balancing balls on various parts of their bodies, including every possible angle on their foot.

barou, to your surprise, was not running a drill at all. instead, he had started a demonstration on how to properly braid the girls' hair back, how to do it on oneself, and how to do it on others. when you ask anri about it, she shrugs and explains that he has two sisters. you didn't question where he got all the hair ties from.

sitting against the wall, isagi was patiently making conversation with some of the quieter kids who tended to be more shy in new situations. they fidgeted with the grass beneath their fingers and smiled at him as they opened up about where they wanted to go with soccer. rin stood an awkward distance away and would stare at you occasionally, like he was trying to figure you out. guess both itoshi brothers have a habit of brooding and glaring.

you were making a point to avoid over-observing your boyfriend, but couldn't help noticing that he truly did not have a knack for coaching. interacting with children was never sae's strong point, and you tended to be the one to get down on their level and speak in a manner understandable to them. sae, on the other hand, once told you, verbatim, "kids are odd things. how do people deal with them?" thankfully, the kids in his group were too starstruck to notice how aloof their leader was and dutifully followed him through the same old drills their normal coaches ordered.

it was all fun and games until the children came up with a game they affectionately called 'steal from sae.' the goal was simple: steal the ball from sae as he tried to travel from one end of the field to the other and make a goal. the game started out as a group of five versus one, which he cleared without breaking a sweat. then, the five called over five of their friends, which soon turned into fifteen, which ultimately became the entire group of thirty children descending upon your boyfriend. the blue lock players observed the first few rounds from the sidelines, sadistically amused by the new challenge inflicted on the older itoshi brother. that is, until he barely dodges a wave of ten children and precisely positions the ball with the outside of his foot...right in front of isagi.

"let's go, rin's shadow," sae taunts and takes off, leaving a bewildered isagi to receive the ball in a panic and abruptly start running from the herd of youth-sized cleats coming his way.

"oh, wow, there's a lot of you," isagi nervously stutters. seven of your thirty break off to mark sae; the rest surround isagi, who makes a snap decision to send a long pass to the nearest person outside of the shrinking circle. "all up to you now, rin!" the second itoshi is fast, but chigiri's pupils are quick studies. three runners come at rin from the front, left, and right, blocking his passing opportunities.

"good acceleration, everyone," praises chigiri from the sidelines and rin fixes him with a scowl.

"shouldn't you be helping me, half-baked hair? let's see you get in on this mess," rin snarls, though it only hypes up the kids more.

"aww, are the little people stressing you out, rin?" yukimiya asks patronizingly, dancing around a group trying to corner him.

"shut your mouth, glasses. we're outnumbered here," rin shoots back, a little redder in the face. "and you all stress me out enough." if there was anything that amped up the kids' competitive spirits, it was seeing their opposition get riled up. though chigiri is completely open when rin passes him the ball, one of otoya's stealthy proteges makes quick work of stealing the ball and running it toward the opposite end, away from sae's goal.

"alright, show me what you learned, kiddo," karasu challenges as he rushes the mini-ninja, though you could tell he wasn't using all of his energy. none of them were, and you theorize that the blue lock players were actually enjoying this little back and forth between them and the kids. the game was a chance to not only play as one huge team, but also assess how much the next generation grasped from their lessons. from the way ten kids were now marking sae and the rest were attempting to curb karasu's trajectory, it seemed the odds were somewhat even.

otoya's student makes a short pass to one of bachira's, whose eyes are practically glowing as the ball weaves in and out of her legs like a snake. she and eight other girls have matching dutch braids keeping their hair out of their eyes, the day's crown achievement for barou.

"steal from her and i kill you, isagi!" he bellows despite being a blue lock player, barreling toward his team's incoming strikers and clearing a path for one of his girls to get closer to the other goal.

"i wasn't going to!?" your youngest kids are currently trapping isagi in a bear hug, preventing him from getting anywhere close to the ball. "i'm a little preoccupied!"

those in barou's path split with all the urgency of running from a freight train, leaving the girl to run freely down the middle. anri has appeared by your side and is watching with delight, snapping photos and taking videos that were sure to end up as positive pr for blue lock.

you catch him stalking up the right flank, evading children in one-on-ones and making steady progress toward the ball.

"watch out for sae! watch out for sae!" you call out and his head snaps to you, a look of bewilderment at your betrayal overtaking his carefree face. before he can get the ball, your kids run and tackle him, dogpiling on top of his body until the whistle sounds in the kids' victory. they cheer, still smothering your boyfriend, and you tense in anticipation of his harsh command to get them off of him.

but the only noise is whoops of celebration, high-fives, and pats on the back.

and when you catch a glimpse of sae's face as he's trapped under a mountain of giggling children, he's smiling.

---

later, when you're lying with your back against his bare chest and his forearm securely across your waist, you muster up the courage to ask.

"so, do you still hate kids?" he can hear you suppressing your smirk. he hums thoughtfully against your shoulder, the reverberation sending goosebumps across your arms.

"i need to get to know people to hate them."

"and?"

"didn't get to know 'em enough," he murmurs. "guess i'll just have to visit you again at work. for professional reasons, obviously."

"yeah," you agree, flipping to face him and brushing a strand of pink hair from his pretty face. he catches your fingers in his and kisses your knuckles, settling your hand right above his heart. "professional reasons."

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They Can Hear Us...: n.jm

content: bf!jaemin drags you to an event you don't really want to attend, so you try to devise an escape plan... but he's not one to be fooled.

warnings: fem!reader, lots and lots of kisses, maybe a tiny bit suggestive(?) but mostly just fluff, nothing else to warn about afaik

word count: 0.5k

a/n: i had a mini hoard of drabbles that i was saving to post later, but i've read over them so much to the point where now i hate every single one :/ but n e waiz i got some extra days off work this upcoming week and i'm hoping to do NOTHING but write the whole time :3 (also if you're one of the anons who sent in requests i promise i'm gonna get to those asap!!!)

“Jaemin! Stop. I mean it!” you half-heartedly scold your boyfriend, although your soft tone and light giggles clearly indicate a message that’s opposite to the words leaving your lips.

Jaemin plants another teasing kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Hmm, are you sure?” He kisses the tip of your nose, then your cheek, making his way down your jaw and to your exposed shoulder as he laces his fingers with yours. “Seems like you kinda like it, huh? Love this dress, by the way.” His free hand rubs gentle lines along your back, with only just enough restraint to not mess up the delicate fabric of your one-shoulder gown.

You knew he loved this dress, particularly how you look in this dress, which is exactly why you wore it to this gala. You weren’t especially excited to be here, but Jaemin was over the moon eager to take you, show you off to everyone else there, his girlfriend who looks like an absolute princess under ballroom lights with her arm linked in his. Of course, you knew that after about 5 minutes of you in this dress, he wouldn’t be able to focus on whatever charity event is going on around you two– which is how you’ve found yourself hidden in an offshoot hallway, Jaemin cornering you against the wall, planting light and playful (but very obviously needy) kisses anywhere his lips can reach.

Hey, it got you out of sitting at that boring table with those boring people listening to that boring speaker, right? All part of your coy little plan.

The only sound filling your ears now is your own soft giggles against Jaemin’s low chuckles and whispers, with him now developing a game to entertain himself with: trying to find that one particular spot that will drive you crazy.

“Here?” He plants a kiss behind your ear.

“Nope.” You bite down on your lip to stifle any noise that could possibly slip through. You may be vaguely hidden, but you’re definitely still within earshot of the rest of the gala.

“Mmm. Then… here?” He hovers around the middle of your neck before leaving another kiss.

“No…” You can’t help the giggle that slips through your teeth.

“Okay… what about… here?” He leaves a kiss in the nook between the bottom of your neck and your collarbone, before biting down teasingly, drawing a squeal from you before you can catch it.

“Jaemin!” You can’t help but laugh, amused at Jaemin’s quick victory in his own game.

“Shh! Y/n, you know they can hear us…” Jaemin buries his face further in your neck, and you look over him to see the silhouettes of the other guests, turning their attention from the monotone speaker to figure out what direction the hushed giggles are coming from.

Here it is. Exactly the opportunity you need to convince him to go home.

“Then why don’t we go somewhere they can’t hear us, Jaem?”

He lifts his head from your shoulder to look in your eyes, and you know right away he sees through your little escape plan. And he’s not falling for it.

“No. I kinda like this little game. Round two? Let’s see if you can keep quiet, babe.” He smirks proudly at your shocked face before his lips crash into your neck again, and you realize he’ll play this game he’s made up for as long as this gala lasts. Can you handle Jaemin teasing you for several more hours without making a sound?

[joocomics]

1k followers celebration event — ⌞⌗ p1h drabble⌝

𓂃⠀𓈒 jiung x fem!reader x intak

genre: smut ( 18+ ) ── 0.5 words

request: “are you just gonna sit and watch?” + dacryphilia

✎… sub!reader, (unprotected) couch sex, oral sex (m!rec), dacryphilia, overstimulation, cum eating, light degradation (f!rec), spanking

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It’s an early evening and you’re curled up on the couch next to Intak who’s scrolling through endless options of movies to see.

As oftentimes, he takes too long to pick, unimpressed by anything, and that leads to him and Jiung arguing.

“I don’t care what we watch, just pick something,” Jiung sighs, heading to the kitchen for another drink.

Usually, you chime in, but it’s been almost three weeks since you last seen them and even their bickering feels entertaining right now.

Eventually, you and Intak settle on a movie, more out of indecision than enthusiasm. Jiung still hasn’t returned to the living room though, and as the two of you wait, you fall into an easy conversation while sipping on your drinks - about how life keeps getting busier and more overwhelming as the months pass by. Then, about relationships - unsuccessful with awkward endings.

Then, sex.

You’re unsure if that’s when the air started feeling heavier or if the warm tension has been rising way before that, but that has both of you going silent for a moment, and then… shifting closer till your bodies touch, resulting from the two of you simply smiling to each other to - kissing.

“Oh, wow…” Jiung murmurs when he enters the room.

Intak peeks behind his shoulder only to see his roommate walking towards the sofa across the table; his expression is perplexed but not as much as you’d expect it to be.

“Are you just gonna sit and watch?” You ask, letting your lips curl flirtatiously.

Soon enough, you’re fully naked between them, with your legs trembling and your voice cracking from the endless sounds they keep pulling out of you. You let them adjust you however they like on the couch, loving how one simple turn around from their mouths makes you buzz.

“Still cock hungry, look at you.” Intak’s palm lands sharply against your ass again; his hips maintain the perfect rhythm so his dick can hit the right spot that’s gonna lead you to another high. “One wasn’t enough, huh, baby?”

Your response comes as a muffled whine, an arousing vibration that hugs Jiung’s slick base as he sits still while you slobber him.

He moves one hand on top of your skull, tightening fingers around the roots of your hair the second his composure cracks. He refrains from interrupting your movements as it already feels amazing and lets you drag your soft lips to focus on his tip only.

“Fuck, gonna make me cum!” His mouth remains open, releasing his ragged breathing.

“Oh, yeah, baby,” Intak quickens, groaning loudly at the strength of your gummy walls; he can feel you’re seconds away from breaking. “Take all that cum in your mouth, take it.”

Your eyes fill with tears when you near the edge of the sensation; your body squirms as Intak grasps onto you, moaning for you as the only thing you can do with your lips sucking on Jiung’s tip is to keep breathing through your nose.

His warm essence pools in your mouth; your own arousal coats Intak’s throbbing cock and the boy cannot help but grin at the sight of you and Jiung fumbling from the pleasure shooting through your veins, twitching from the light overstimulation.

“Did you swallow?” Intak smirks, kneading at your butt cheeks. “Bet you did.”

You lift your head at Jiung’s signal; he cups your face carefully, and all he can think to himself is that it shouldn’t excite him this much… but yet, here you are, confidently sticking your tongue out to show him how you took every drop of his cum, and the single thing he can focus on are the wet stains from your tears.

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[astralaffairs]

hi!! before i go i jus wanna say, I love your work 🙏🏽 and I finally watch hamilton last night so I might write for it as well 😋😋 but i have a drabble idea.

anyways— thomas having a dance/ball for a campaign during the election and he meets aaron’s little sister, mc, who snuck in. and he can’t help but take interests in her.

“Now, what’s a lady like you doin’ getting a drink just for yourself? Nobody’s offered to do that for you yet?”

Y/N froze as her fingers met the stem of the champagne flute. She had promised herself she would stay to the outskirts of the ball, and her only goal for the night had been to avoid courting attention. However, the packed room was warm, and it was only more so at its perimeter under the lights, and the crisp bubbly had looked oh-so-inviting.

She turned with a polite smile as she picked up the glass, but her eyes widened when she saw the man behind her with his gleaming smile and his velvet suit. She recognized him instantly; after all, she’d seen him before, and he’d even been in her home, but they’d never formally met. He raised an eyebrow when her smile faltered. “I’ve only just arrived. I haven’t had a chance to speak to much of anyone just yet.”

“Then I’m gonna have to count myself lucky to have found you when I did. Thomas Jefferson.” He offered her a hand as he introduced himself, and when she took it, he dipped down to press a soft kiss to her knuckles. Her eyes went even wider.

She cleared her throat as he drew himself back up to his full height, still holding her by the fingertips, and it took a moment for it to occur to her to withdraw her hand. “You’re the host of this ball, then, if I’m not mistaken. Thank you for opening your home to us like this.”

“Believe me, sugar, the pleasure’s all mine,” he said. “Who’re you here with? Feel like I’ve seen you around, but I can’t put my finger on it.”

“Oh, um, my family’s here somewhere. I came on my own, though, and I was planning to meet them here.”

“Your family?” He pursed his lips. “You’re not a Schuyler, are you?”

“No, no, certainly not,” she replied before hastily adding, “although the Schuylers are lovely people, of course. To be a part of their family would make one lucky.”

“So you know the Schuylers, then?” he mused, and she nodded. His growing smile was making her mouth go dry. “I know where I recognize you from; you’re a Burr, aren’t you? Aaron’s sister?”

“I am, yes.” Her smile was tense, laced with unease. His grin was bright as he plucked a drink for himself off of the table behind them.

“So why haven’t I seen you at one of these before? Your family trying to keep you locked away from all the politics?” he asked, and as her eyebrows fell, he could see the look in her eyes sour.

“They’ve decided I can’t be trusted at this kind of event,” she said bitterly, and he quirked a brow. “Aaron claims he’s afraid I’ll say the wrong thing and jeopardize his career, but really, I think he just can’t deal with the idea of splitting people’s attention between us.”

“But you finally proved yourself trustworthy?” he asked mildly, taking a sip of his drink, and she shrugged uncomfortably.

“I suppose so.”

“Then where’s your dear brother now, hm? Why aren’t you here with the rest of your family?” He watched her expectantly, and when she didn’t answer right away, his grin broadened. “They don’t even know you’re here, do they?”

“No, and you’re not going to be the one to tell them,” she said sharply, pointing her champagne flute at him. He raised his eyebrows, amused by the fervor in her tone. “I had to walk miles alone in the dark to get here; I am not being thrown out as soon as I arrive.”

“Well, sweetheart, if you’re not with them, then really, I should be sendin’ you on your way.” Despite the threat, his voice was breezy, and she frowned.

“And what do you have to gain from kicking me out?”

“The respect and appreciation of your family,” he suggested blithely. “The knowledge that I’m not leavin’ a young lady to walk home alone ‘n vulnerable at the end of the night. ‘S just the right thing to do, really.”

She eyed his small smile for a moment before slowly asking, “But despite that, you’d rather I stay, wouldn’t you?” He shrugged unabashedly. “You’re quite shameless, aren’t you, Mr. Jefferson?”

“Only on a good day.” He winked as he took a sip of his drink. “After all, you went through all that effort to get here. There’s gotta be a good reason for it, huh?”

“Of course. I’m here to expand my mind just like everyone else," she said, and he raised an eyebrow.

“And not for the charming future president we’ve got roaming the ball?”

“Oh, I wasn’t aware there was one. Let me know if you see him?”

His full laugh proved him undeterred, and Y/N’s self-satisfied smile was reluctant. "'M glad to see you inherited more of the family wit than your brother seemed to."

"Please, don't tell him that. A lady needs to keep some things a secret."

"It'll stay between us, then," Thomas said, "but I don't think I ever got your name."

"Why, so you know whose presence to report to my brother?"

"So I know who to ask after the next time I see him." His response was quick, and it had Y/N on her heels. Her eyes were wide, eyebrows raised, but when she opened her mouth to answer—

"Y/N." Both she and Thomas turned on their heels at the loud voice to find her brother striding across the room toward them, and her groan was unchecked. The fury in Aaron's voice was barely contained. "What in the world do you think you're possibly doing here, sneaking out after dark? How did you even get here?"

"I brought myself, since nobody else was willing to take me," she bit back, and Thomas raised his eyebrows as he took a sip of his drink.

"That wasn't your decision to make," Aaron snapped. "We are a family, and you have to respect that—"

"Respect what? That you have total control over my life in the name of family values? Do you know how ridiculous that sounds?" she asked. "I respect that you have a career and a reputation to maintain, but I am a person, and—"

"And nothing, Y/N. Put the drink down, and leave Mr. Jefferson at peace," he demanded, and Y/N narrowed her eyes, her jaw set. Aaron turned to Thomas, and much of the fire in his voice had subsided when he said, "I'm sorry for her intrusion, Thomas. We didn't know she had followed us here, and we'll send her home at once."

"Now, Aaron, what makes you think she's uninvited company?" Thomas asked, and both Y/N's and Aaron's brows were raised. "Y/N's my guest here this evening; 's the opposite of an intrusion."

He frowned, glancing between Thomas and Y/N. "You mean you're responsible for her presence here tonight?"

"Well, I invited her, so I suppose you could say that," he said casually, and if he winked when he caught Y/N's eye, Aaron didn't think anything of it. Aaron's lips were pursed and his shoulders tense as he glanced between them.

"Why didn't you tell me Thomas had invited you?" he asked Y/N, and she shrugged.

"I didn't think you'd want to hear it, and I didn't want you trying to prevent me from coming."

"If I'd known he asked you to come—"

"So, what, my personhood is dependent on his permission now?"

"Your presence here is, at least."

"As a Burr, I would've been welcome either way."

"Not unattended, however."

"I can attend to myself just fine."

"You know that isn't what I mean when—"

"Aaron, was there somethin' else you needed?" Thomas cut him off, and Aaron's gaze was affronted when it snapped to him. However, he held his tongue. "I was just about to ask Y/N to dance, assuming that's her decision to make 'n all."

Y/N had to bite back her smile at his words, and although Aaron seemed to recognize the challenge in them as his jaw ticked, he said, "Of course. I'm sorry to have interrupted."

"Don't sweat it. Your concern for your sister is awful sweet, even if it isn't needed here," Thomas responded, his smile warm.

"'Concern' isn't how I'd describe it," Y/N muttered bitterly, and Thomas nudged her with his elbow. She frowned.

"Carry on 'n enjoy the rest of the ball, though, and please send my best to your wife," he said. Aaron could only offer a tense smile in response.

“You as well. I suppose I should go find Theodosia.” He looked down skeptically at Y/N. “How are you planning to get home?”

Y/N’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh, I…” She hadn’t thought that far, so her gaze was hopeful when it snapped to Thomas, who held her with a hand at the small of her back.

“I’ll arrange for a carriage to take her home,” he promised. “Don’t you worry, Burr. She’s in safe hands.”

“Right,” he said hesitantly, looking Thomas over. “I’ll leave you to it. Don’t do anything stupid, Jefferson.”

“‘S like you don’t even know who you’re talkin’ to,” Thomas said incredulously, and Aaron scoffed.

“I’m sure.” He barely spared them both another glance before departing unceremoniously, shaking his head all the while, and Thomas chuckled. Y/N turned back toward him.

“You’re a regular local hero,” she said sardonically, but the smile in her eyes betrayed her bored tone. Thomas grinned.

“I do try, sweetheart,” he said lightly, “maybe even in a way that deserves a ‘thank you’?”

“Thank you.” Her voice was sincere. “Really. I owe you.”

“Well, if you mean that,” he said, and his eyes were shining as he looked down at her, “I wouldn’t mind making good on that dance I mentioned. Unless you’re in a real rush to get back to your dear old brother.”

He offered her his arm with an eyebrow raised, and she left her empty glass on the table behind them when she took it, drawing a wide grin from him. “How could I say no to our charming host?"

[alwayslurkinginthebackground]

Sawdust - A Joel Miller Drabble

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader Rating: E for a number of reasons. Unprotected p in v mostly with a tiny hint of a breeding kink and also mention of struggles with infertility and pregnancy. Word Count: 2074 a/n: My partner in evil put this thought into my head and I nearly collapsed onto the floor when she told me, so here it is. Please note that this fic contains MAJOR spoilers for Part II of TLOU, so please read at your own risk. I also actually cried when I read this back for the first time so, I guess, read at your own risk with that in mind too.

Again, this fic contains MAJOR spoilers for Part II of TLOU under the cut.

The house smells of sawdust.

It often does, lately. Long days followed by equally long nights, ones where you see him only to refresh the stale coffee in his mug and breathe in the thick scent of the wood as the stars settle into their places above the earth. He's comfortable there, in the second bedroom you'd once dreamed of making a nursery, the room he'd noticed, too, on that first day when Tommy showed the pair of you the house that now sits behind a white fence and a mailbox with the name Miller painted onto the side. The small space on the wall opposite the bedroom you share, turned instead into a studio when the universe made it clear that it was never intended to be anything else.

It's where you know he is now, the warmth of your bed almost preventing you from rising to find him, but it's the empty feeling that lingers whenever he's not beside you that forces you from beneath the comforter. The cold air hits you with a brisk intensity, a shiver rippling across your skin as you follow the soft glow of the lamp before him.

"You comin' to bed?" you ask softly, slipping your hands beneath the white t-shirt he has on to run along the firm muscles of his back. You shift your grasp until your fingers land against the soft expanse of his stomach, easing him back into your embrace as you settle your chin on his shoulder.

"I'm almost finished," Joel insists, the same way he always does when you try to convince him to set down the tools. Examples of his work, the creations he's made to take his mind off of everything else, line the walls and the shelves are filled with carefully crafted trinkets and sculptures, the latest of which sits on the bench before him.

You tilt your head to press your lips against his neck, whispering against him, "it's late. Come on, come to bed," you continue, tightening your grip around his middle as you try your best to drag him from the stool he's perched on.

"I just want to finish this last bit."

Reluctantly, you pull yourself away from him, moving toward the door, your footsteps muffled by the thick socks on your feet, but he catches your hand. "Wait," he murmurs, drawing you back against him until he's settled you between his spread legs, warm in his embrace when he settles his head against your chest, his good ear pressed so he can hear your heart beating.

Weaving your fingers into his greying curls, you hold him against you, lips pressed down on the top of his head. "Hey," you whisper into his hair, "it's gonna be alright, you know. She'll come around."

Joel only tightens his grip, shutting out the world by burying himself in your embrace. There are tears you know he won't allow to fall, but you hold him tighter anyway, a silent acknowledgement that here, with you, he's safe. Behind these walls, in this room, there has only ever been love, and that's all there ever will be.

The events of the evening had shaken you both to your core, the sun disappearing below the horizon as your existence shifted drastically within a matter of hours. The truth, always lingering and always revealed, finally making an appearance after five long years. It's why you don't rush him, content to remain for as long as he needs you.

"Can I...I need..." he stumbles over his words when he finally pulls back to look up at you, but he doesn't even need to ask. You know.

So you nod.

"Come here," he says softly, guiding you to straddle his thigh. He pulls back once you're seated, just far enough to meet your gaze, silently contemplating you. There's a certain amount of gentleness about Joel that he's sometimes reluctant to show anyone outside the walls of your home, but it's evident here, in the way that he tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear, that he has no hesitation showing you.

"Joel," you breathe out like some kind of prayer.

He seals his lips against yours a moment later. You can feel the pressure of his hands on your hips and you're more than willing to let him guide you, the movements he initiates slow and deliberate, like he's at risk of breaking you should he grip too hard.

There's no doubt in your mind that you'd take Joel any way you could get him, and after five years the exhaustive list of ways you have is long, but this? This is perhaps your favorite version of the man you love. Lingering touches followed by the warmth of his tongue along your collarbone, pleasure sparking when his thumb trails between you to circle your clit. It's the soft ease of his encouragement, whispered against your skin like a promise, and the shudder that runs through your body when he tugs you impossibly closer, moving you so you're properly straddling his lap instead of just one leg. It's a movement that allows you to grind down against him, right where you belong.

"Hold onto me," he instructs eventually, when you're teetering on the edge wishing he would let you fall. Still, you do as he says, clinging to him by wrapping your legs around his waist until he has you placed atop his workbench, the wood rough beneath your bare thighs, parted for him to slot between just as he'd done for you earlier.

You glance briefly at the sculpture beside you, the one he'd been working on when you'd found him. The very piece he'd been crafting for weeks now. You hadn't asked him why he'd chosen a cowboy as the subject, but deep down you knew that too. After all, even he had been a child once, and you suspected that your nephew's recent obsession with them had spurred something in your husband's brain. It makes you long to reach out, to graze your fingers along the smooth surface of the horse's body, but then you're pulled back to the present by the sudden feeling of his cock against your center.

His motions are careful as he guides his length into your heat. It's always been a stretch, but at this angle it feels nearly like he's split you in two, even as he takes the time he knows you need to adjust. "Easy, sweetheart," Joel soothes when you involuntarily suck in a breath, your grip on his shoulders tightening as he finally bottoms out.

Your voice is a whimper when you ask him to move, parting your legs further to allow him easier access as he pulls back. He pauses for a moment, his gaze falling to where you're joined, and you follow suit, watching as he pulls back only to plunge forward again, back into your welcoming embrace. He's so close like this, effectively fucking you into his workbench when he changes the angle by encouraging you to fall back against its surface.

He runs his hand beneath the flannel that covers you, rough skin against the soft panes of your stomach. There's a hesitation, and you catch him staring down at where they rest beneath the fabric, his pace slowing for just a moment, as though he's imagining something. You feel it, too. The longing for what you are likely to never have.

Eventually, you inch closer, the need for him urging you on as you attempt to mold your body back into his, but he halts you, pressing firmly down to keep you in place as he begins to move again. The pace is brutal, needy, and your climax builds quickly until the feeling of him effortlessly sliding against your walls becomes enough to drive you over the edge.

It's only then, after your soul has returned to his studio, that he works on reaching his own climax. He lets you move, an opportunity you take eagerly as you surround his body with your own, like you'll never be close enough. Wiry hair brushes up against your clit as he rocks into you and suddenly you feel the spasms take over your body a second time without much warning. It takes him with you, his movements slowing until all you feel is the warmth of his release inside you.

Joel lets his head fall to the crux of your neck and shoulder, breathing deeply as he tries to calm his racing heart. You make fun of him for his age more often than not, but tonight your breathing is just as erratic, coming in deep gasps as you hold him.

He finally slips from you with a grunt, moving to tuck himself back into his jeans, and then you notice. You realize the destruction your coupling has caused, the sculpture that had once sat beside you on the workbench now cracked against the ground. Your legs are wobbly when you stand, the thick release of him sliding down your thigh as you carefully reach for the pieces.

"Fuck, Joel, I'm so sorry..." you start, immediately apologizing as you let your fingers run over the piece, now more blunt edges than smooth surfaces.

He takes it from you carefully, setting it back on the bench before enveloping your shaking hands in his own, thumbs rubbing over your inner wrists. "It's alright. I'll fix it."

You can't help but stare at the cowboy as you shake your head in disbelief. "How?" you ask, tears springing at the corners of your eyes, but he never lets them fall. Not when he tugs you back against his chest so you can press yourself against him.

"Easy," he breathes out, the deep timbre of his voice a soothing balm as he rubs your back in long, languid motions. "I learned from the best." He draws you away from him, thumb pressed against your chin as he encourages you to meet his gaze. "You fixed me, after all."

The room is silent then, the only lingering sound that of the howling winter wind outside, the first sign of an impending storm. "I love you, you know that, right?" you tell him just as you feel the soft press of his lips against your forehead. "No matter what the future holds, that's never going to change."

He simply nods, and then his hand ghosts down your arm to tangle his fingers with yours. "Come on," he whispers, tugging you out of the studio, "should probably head to bed. I've got an early patrol tomorrow."

You linger for a moment longer, focused on the cowboy until he switches off the lamp and allows darkness to consume the space, but the broken figure lingers heavy on your mind long into the night.

Morning comes all too soon. It always does, especially when as of late you feel as though there are mere minutes between when your head hits the pillow and the moment you rise again, following the routine so ingrained in you now that it's nearly painful. A life you never expected to live, where the early light wakes you before anything else, filtering through the firmly closed windows and past the soft fabric of the curtains you'd insisted Joel hang the first night in your home.

You tread the familiar path to the room next to yours, sock-covered feet dragging on the hardwood floors until you're surrounded by him. By the guitars on the walls and the shelves lined with his creations, your eyes landing on the cracked cowboy above a crib. He'd never fixed it, he never had the chance, but still it remained here, watching over your daughter as she sleeps soundly.

It's impossible to do anything but watch her, the miracle that brought purpose in a world where there wasn't any other reason left to remain. A child that would never know the gentle comfort of her father or the trace of his rough fingertips across her cheeks, catching the tears long before they could fall. The daughter that you would tell of the man who saved you, and the one who loved her mother more than anything in the world. The one who would've loved her too.

She shifts, her soft cry echoing in the room you'd always dreamed would be a nursery. The room that still smells of sawdust.

The one always so filled with love.

[stickyspeckledlight]

HAPPY ONE-YEAR ANNIVERSARY TO THIS BLOG (and oooo follower appreciation event too and giveaway/raffle; below in the read me bc I'm gonna force y'all to deal with my sappy sappy words first <3)

(don't bully me my art is shit)

Like. Wow. I can't believe this blog is ALREADY ONE YEAR OLD (well, 1 year and one day old, tho technically it's even older since it's just a reblog ACC converted into my writing blog---but I'VE ONLY BEEN WRITING FOR IT FOR A YEAR AND ONE DAY, SO THERE), and how many ppl have gathered here

But seriously, I can't believe how many people actually enjoy my fun lil drabbles (wdym 30k is a drabble---) like fr ppl tysm for enjoying the shit i cook like *blushes* I'm so happy we can all be fucked up freaks together UwU. others may look at us an think we're pineapple pizza, but they're ignorant. in reality they are the pineapple pizza. and yes anon who keeps sending me pineapple pizzas to my house (fabricated) i will come for you, I'm just very busy baking pineapple pizzas to stuff you with when your time comes. the grim reaper thinks it's a bit excessive, but i don't, so that means i am a perfectly reasonable and sane person.

I'd been wanting to write yandere fic for awhile, but never really did anything until last year on the good ol' march 23rd when aventurine made me simp so hard that i finally wrote yan fics. and since then tbh its a bit silly to say but life kinda feels a lot better knowing that I've a community to share these lil drabbles (stop calling them drabbles oml) with, yknow. its the small things <3

seriously, im so awed at how many cool ppl I've met since starting this blog. from the anon who sent me pineapple pizza, the anon who sent me banger comments abt destroyed onset, the anons who give me cardiac arrest, the anon who asked me how my corpse was doing, and literally every single anon who plays along with my bullshit (anon who sent sunday outfit ask I promise I'm getting to answer it but ngl everytime i try to i just end up cuddling into my own blankets thinking about how cozy sunday's outfit is---look if i read abt cozy things then i gravitate towards cozy things ok)---tysm for giving me a giggle! all of your comments and the things you send into my inbox are the absolute highlights of my day.

So, to show my appreciation, instead of working on Destroyed Onset 4 and 5, i will instead be doing.

COMMISSION RAFFLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (3/24/25 - 3/28/25)

it's quite simple. just follow my blog (new followers are welcomed ofc) and reblog this post, preferably with something stupid so i can laugh at it and maybe make a meme out of it. in fact you know what if you do then I'll double draw you into the raffle. see. I've given y'all an incentive now. REBLOG WITH STUPID SHIT IF YOU WANT TO BE ENTERED TWICE INTO THE RAFFLE. IS THIS FAIR? IS THIS JUST? IDK BUT IT SEEMS FUNNY SO IMA DO IT LMAO. what are you going to do, stop me? ha, puny mortal. there is no stopping me now. because I'm having a good time, having a good ti---

once you're entered into the raffle, i'll draw some names and reward the following:

ONE person gets a full-length fic (somewhere between ~2-5k words)

ONE person get a shortfic (so up to ~1-2k words)

TWO people get a drabble (~200 - 500 words)

(but tbh knowing me all of these might end up way longer then i intend them to be---we'll see lmao)

This will run from TODAY, March 24th, to FRIDAY March 28th. One Friday passes, the names will be locked in and I'll DM the winners to discuss commission details.

As for requesting/commission rules, they're on my main page under 'Other Stuff' (alongside the tag guide). But since these are commissions, I'll add that I'm perfectly willing to write OC or Self-Inserts. I will not write non-yan fics though, just because tbh I have a really hard time writing pure fluff; like, it's not that i can't write fluff, but after a bit it's hard to resist the urge to insert something that's at least A LITTLE dark or angsty, lmao. But also just cuz this is a yandere blog, I'd like to keep my writing focused on yandere

Note: Commissions will be private, unless the commissioner gives me permission to post

With that, thank you!

Oh, and for the people who end up getting the above prizes, I might give y'all some participation memes. Just like. Compensary. You don't get fic but you get a lame semi-mass produced speckled meme

[arislary]

Brewing Chemistry (2/5) Han Jisung x (f) reader

Synopsis: Reader and Jisung are excitedly preparing for their long-awaited date. Both of them are eagerly getting ready, but a series of unfortunate events begin to unfold. Reader, despite her excitement, is dealing with a particularly rough day—facing work stress, and a series of minor mishaps that has shaken her confidence. She begins to feel insecure about how she looks, wondering if Jisung will still find her attractive or if her bad mood will ruin the night. She tries to push these feelings aside, but they linger, causing anxiety about whether she'll end up actually going on the date.

Pairing: Han Jisung x (f) reader

Genre: fluff, eventual smut, strangers to lovers, coffee-shop au, non-idol au, meet-cute au

Warning: fluff, smut, unprotected smut (wrap tf up!), slight dom/sub, slight Dom Jisung, slight Sub reader, cute nicknames, spit kink, makeouts, dry-humping, i lied about it being a slow-burn, moving too fast?, insecurity, slight body-image issues from reader, pants don't fit, crying, whiny Jisung, whiny reader, reader is forever clenching.

WC: 2.2k

AN: this could totally act as stand alone drabble, but I enjoyed writing about coffee shop Jisung x reader way too much. If you want to see more too, let me know please and I'll try to set up a taglist. Be patient with me as I do not have a schedule out for chapters yet! UNEDITED

Series Masterlist | Masterlist

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Part 1 <- Part 2 -> Part 3 -> Part 4 -> Part 5

I wiped my makeup off for what felt like the fifth time and almost started crying. My date with Jisung was in less than 30 minutes and I felt like everything that could have gone wrong that day, had. I stood in front of the full-length mirror in my bedroom, wearing just my robe and undergarments. 

From the spilled coffee on my desk, to the passive aggressive email from my fellow team lead, to my favorite lunch spot unfortunately being closed. By the time I got home, it felt like the universe was laughing at me as my favorite pair of pants felt too tight to be comfortable and even if they did, none of my shirts felt right and I didn’t even want to look at the offending dresses on the floor. 

I looked over at my phone and almost pouted. For the better part of the week since meeting last Tuesday, every text exchanged between Jisung and I, I had been able to continue being this self-assured, confident woman, but right now I just wanted to cry and be snuggled in my bed. Conversation with Jisung flowed too easily; the very awkward and cute boy from the coffee shop was replaced with this funny, flirty, charming guy. Still slightly awkward and cute though, but now I didn’t know if I could do this date anymore, it all just felt too much. It was way too early for me to show him any of this, I just didn’t want to do it today. I grabbed it with shaky hands and pulled up our last message thread. 

Jisung 🐿️👀🥴: Really looking forward to tnt! Pick u up at 7!

I looked at the time at the corner of my phone. The 6:40 glaring at me. I went back to our thread before pressing on the call button. It barely rang before the soothing sound of Jisung’s voice rang through. 

“_______! You know we’re about to see each other in like 5 minutes,” the chuckle he released had your insides twisting and left a large desire to hear it again. “That excited for our date?” That did it. I could feel the ball beginning to form in my throat. 

“Jisung…”

“What’s wrong?” My stomach dropped hearing the immediate worry in his voice.

“I, uh- I’m gonna have to reschedule actually on tonight”

“W-why? Is everything okay?” And now it felt like I had been kicked, I grimaced my hand coming up to cover my throat, the lump growing even bigger in my throat. I cleared it. 

“Actually-“ I took a deep breath before a small whimper escaped. “I’m so sorry Jisung, I just- I had a horrible day and I feel so awful. Nothing has gone right, fuck-“ the first hiccup escapes before I can’t hold it back anymore. “-And then my coffee spilled, a-and my favorite pen stopped working, a-and fucking Kevin, god he’s such an asshole! It wasn’t even my client!” I gasped out, sucking in air harshly through my nose, eyes starting to feel so swollen. “My clothes don’t fit and my makeup looks awful and now I’m saying all of this to you. God I must sound like such a loser-“

“Okay, hey, no, don’t say that, ______.”

I sniffled and wiped a hand across my eyes. 

“It’s true-“

“No, baby, it’s not.” 

Baby? It was the first time he’s called me that. Granted we’ve only known each other for a week, but I felt the weight of it all the same. Don’t get me wrong, he was a flirt and made it very clear throughout our conversations to know what his intentions were, but to hear him call me such a name. The intimacy of it left me feeling a tingle in my stomach and had me clenching. 

“It’s okay, trust me. It sounds like today was really hard huh?”

I sniffled and sank down to my plush rug. My left hand rubbing at the smooth fabric. It was like with just that sentence, a cooling wave washed over me. 

“Yea.”

“Kevin is also such an asshole!” A giggle bursted from my lips, falling to the side, keeping my phone pressed tightly to my face so that I wouldn’t miss anything from his velvety voice. “But most of all, I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable on our first date.”

I rubbed a finger under my nose and pouted. God, could he be more perfect, he was just so nice and sweet, no one has ever been that way with me before. 

“Baby?”

“Hmmm?” I hummed out to him, feeling myself slipping into that fuzzy feeling. 

“C-could I-“ he cleared his throat, “could I maybe come over still? Would you like that?” 

I bite my lip, one hand playing with the strap of my robe. 

“Please.”

“Thank God, I’m downstairs in the parking lot-“ I sit up up quickly from where I had been laying down, eyes flashing to my bedroom door.  “I’ll be up in a second okay?”

I whimpered and nodded my head, before rolling my eyes, he can’t see you. 

“Okay- b-but stay on the phone, okay?” Rising to my feet, rushing to put my slippers on to head out to the front door. 

“Of course, baby.”

It was less than a minute before there was a gentle knock on my door, but hearing his breathing on the other line helped ease my stress and finally Jisung cooed at me to open the door. I ended the call and rushed to unlock it to meet him. Worried brown eyes met mine before I was suddenly wrapped up in a warm embrace. Jisung’s arms wrapped around the tops of my shoulders, pulling me tightly against his frame. 

He was dressed comfortably in a black hoodie and sweats. His wired frames sitting crookedly on his nose. I breathed in his comforting scent, my own arms wrapping around his tiny waist, face burrowing into his chest. 

“Hi,” he whispered against my head, his warm breath fanning against my ear and the side of my neck. The shiver that ran through me shook even him and he only pulled me tighter to him. 

“Hi.”

He let out a small groan and pulled back to look at my face. His bottom lip tug tightly in between his teeth. There was a faint blush on his face and from where we were pressed against each other, I could feel the rapid speed of his heartbeat. 

“And to think I would’ve missed out on this,” his hands curling at the satin fabric of my robe. A blush rose to my cheeks as I realized what I was still dressed in. I let go of his waist, my hands coming up touch the tie still tightly secured. I scurried out of his embrace, calling out to him.

“Give me two seconds!” I popped my head out of my bedroom to peer back at him from down the hall. “Oh! Also please make yourself at home!”

In less than a minute, I rush back out, this time dressed in shorts and a large graphic tee. I found Jisung looking at the collection of albums and books on my shelf. I had to stop for a second and stare. He just looked too good. God, seriously who looks like that!

“Coffee?” He startles, turning around to face me, eyes wide and mouth open. I wince, hands going up in a surrender position. “Sorry, I-“

“Yea, I’d love some,” he sounds breathless and my eyes flash up to meet his. He hasn’t looked away from my legs. I squirm in place before walking over to the kitchen area. I start up the stove top coffee maker, fighting everything in me to chew on a fingernail as his presence enters the kitchen. I could feel him come up behind me before the hesitant touch of his hands on my hips occur. 

“Is this okay?” He asks as he pulls me back against his chest, arms wrapping further around me. I nod and lay my hands on top of his covered arms, hands forming fists in his sleeves. His head comes down to snuggle into my neck. “Do you wanna tell me more about your day?”

I pinch at his sleeve, my head falling back on his shoulder as he begins to sway us. 

“It was just- it was so tiring. I felt like it was a lot of small things that normally don’t bother me, but…” I trailed off, feeling a lump forming once again in my throat. 

“But it was too much today?” I pouted, nodding my head, wanting to turn myself in his arms to bury further into his warmth. 

“Yes,” it was cracked whisper that had Jisung turning his head, nose digging into my hair and tightening his arms around me. “Sungie,” I whined out causing him to gasp and grip me even harder. 

“Baby,” he rumbled in my ear, turning me around. His forehead rested against mine, nose lightly brushing against mine. “Thank you for being so honest with me today. You didn’t have to, but I’m so glad you were. Thank you for letting me know and be with you today anyways,” he squeezed me to him, his hands feeling needy and desperate on my body. “I can’t tell you how much I was looking forward to today, I really don’t care how we spend it, I just- I want to be with you and honestly being like this with you, I just- ______, I- baby please tell me you feel it too? I’m not alone in this right?” I shook my head already before he could finish his sentence. My hands gently ran up his arms, feeling the muscle that lay hidden underneath the thick fabric, to his shoulders before entwining behind his neck. I brought my face closer to him, lips grazing his. 

“No, I- it’s not just you,” he whimpered, his hand now dragging my face close to finally have our lips meet. I pushed myself closer to him as he wasted no time to grabbed at my thighs and lift me up on to my counter. Fuck, would kissing him be like this every time? Jisung’s hand dug into my hip, bringing me flush against him as his other hand found its home nestled in my hair at the base of my neck to move me as he wanted. I could feel the heat pulsating in my core, tingles shooting all throughout my body begging for a release. I panted as his lips left mine, no doubt bruised from the dominating pressure, only to gasp loudly as he began to harshly suck, lick and bite at my neck. I pulled roughly at his hair feeling his hips rut against mine. “Fuck.”

Jisung gave me a harsh bite, mumbling against my neck, “language, princess.” 

I moaned loudly, my own hips now thrusting up against him. Jisung hissed, not hiding the hard length in his sweats as he began a sensual roll of his hips to meet mine. I could feel the rough drag of my underwear with each thrust against my clit, the fabric helping to bring me closer to where I wanted to go, but it just wasn’t enough. My hand slid from his hair, nails dragging down his chest, catching lightly at his right nipple through the fabric of his hoodie, causing a deep groan to leave his mouth. My hand continued further down, fingers just beginning to play with the straps of his sweatpants when a sudden loud bubbling noise and water hissing sounded from behind Jisung. 

I gasped withdrawing my hand and sitting up straight to push Jisung off so I could turn the stove off. He stilled my movements, grabbing my hands that pressed into his shoulders, and placing a rushed kiss to my knuckles. He quickly turned, reaching over to flick the dial off. Turning back to me, chest heaving. I must have looked like a mirror-image of him as I tried to calm my own rapid beating heart. My lips felt swollen and neck felt exceedingly warm. There was a steady leak trickling out of me and I clenched my legs to stop it, hands gripping at the ends of my shirt.

“So…”

“Coffee right?” He looked at me with a slight smirk, his eyes playful as he came back towards me, pecking my lips. He pulled back to gaze at me. So many emotions rushing through his eyes that it was hard to focus on any of them, but it all left me feeling warm and sharp pings in my lower stomach. I wanted to rub my thighs together, but a part of me also didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of just how much he affects me. He leaned his hands on either side of me, his face same level as me. His brown eyes were blown wide as he continued to stare at each detail of my face like he was trying to memorize it. I tilted my head, a content smile coming to rest on my face. Oh yea I could definitely get used to this. 

[quinloki]

Quin's Terrible Two's

Here we are at the back half of the Tumblrversary event \o/ The polls are closed, but drabbles will be going up the rest of the month =3

The votes have been counted, the results have been assessed! Now it's time for What Happens Because of All of That <3

So without further ado --

Results Invalid (due to passionate volunteering)

CW: rough sex, rough oral, rough fingering, double penetration, all three at once, degradation, mdni

“Wait! Wait!” You run up to Arlong and Sasaki, snatching the poll results and crumpling them up before the two can get a good look at the results. “I volunteer.”

Both men quirk a brow and tilt their heads down at you.

“For the… the… I mean.. Uh…” You rip up the poll results. “Smash both,” you say, tearing it up into smaller pieces. “The thing, the last option got over 10% too, so uh…” Your gaze shifts down and then immediately back up to their faces. “Gods have mercy.”

Arlong’s smile is sharp and full of teeth, while Sasaki smirks, taking a drink before setting aside. “Volunteering as tribute then? Plucky little thing.”

“Horny human whore,” Arlong corrects, grabbing your clothes roughly and pulling them off you. You squeak in surprise, but don’t protest, doing your best to help him. “Willing is always nice.”

Arlong bends you over, putting your face at Sasaki’s waist. You hear him spit before something lands on your labia. You don’t need to ask what he’s doing as a thick finger rubs the saliva and pushes between your folds. 

“Fuck you’re soaked!” He laughs, pushing two fingers inside you easily and making you moan against Sasaki’s stomach. “Could’ve just shoved right on in and I think you’da took it just fine.”

Sasaki looks down at you, cupping your face in his hand. “You can help yourself.” He says plainly. “Or if you’d rather, I can just use you. Whatever suits your fancy, girl.”

You take the invitation for it’s worth, undoing his belt hungrily. You can see the bulge tent in his hakama while you work to get it out of the way. He’s kicked off his sandals and widens his stance a little to bring his ten and a half feet worth of height into better position for you.

Tapered, long, and leaking at the tip already, it’s far more than you can take into your mouth all at once, but you get to work right away. Swirling your tongue around the tip and rubbing your hands along the long shaft. 

Arlong pushes three fingers into your messy cunt, grunting an amused laugh as a loud squelching sound escapes your lips, and a deep moan rolls around your tongue again Sasaki’s tip. Sasaki sweeps your hair into one massive hand and holds it aside, watching you as you work. 

“Not bad.” He hums. “I wonder if you’d have to dislocate your jaw to take it all.”

“Speaking of,” Arlong pulls his fingers out of you and smacks your ass, making you squirm and squeal against Sasaki. “Decide quick, little sacrifice, if you want both of mine in one, or if I’m filling you up a little more gently.”

“One in each!” You cry out before Sasaki jerks you by your hair and pushes you back onto his cock.

“Oi! No one said to stop.” He growls, holding you down until you choke. You feel Arlong spit on you again, as you pull back enough to breathe, coughing against Sasaki’s tip. 

He gives you time to catch your breath, leaving you to it as you go back to sucking him off. Arlong pushes a wet finger into your ass, working you open a little more quickly than what’s comfortable - but you hadn’t offered yourself up to these two with the expectation of it being soft and sweet.

Arlong uses the slick of your pussy to help him ease your ass open. The process has you moaning against Sasaki’s cock, and the grip he has on your hair turns into something more helpful and less controlling. 

“There’s a good sound.” He hums, pushing into your throat a little bit, backing up before you choke this time. “Let’s get that throat relaxed like yer ass, eh little bait?”

“Gonna see if you can even take the top one.” Arlong mutters, hands on your ass as he eases the tapered tip of his cock into your pussy. Wet and prepped he slides in easily, stretching you only a little further as he pushes in deeper and deeper. You can feel the second cock nuzzle against your lower stomach as his torso pushes against your ass. 

He’s filled you nicely and he’s so deep you’re drooling against Sasaki a little bit. You clean up your mess and hear the larger man suck in a hissed breath before he pushes himself down your throat again. He holds you there for just a moment, letting you back up before you start gagging harshly.

Arlong pulls out as you lean back from Sasaki, pressing a thicker head against your pussy. He gets the thick tip in and you gasp at the way it stretches you compared to the more tapered tip of his top cock.

“Stay focused,” Sasaki warns as Arlong’s tapered tip pushes into your ass.

Both cocks pushing into you at the same time is intense. Arlong’s being almost gentle, pushing in slowly, easing up a little before pushing in deeper. It’s everything you have to stay focused on Sasaki’s thick beast between your lips, deep moans bubbling up from your throat and beating against his length. Your eyes roll back when Arlong reaches around and begins to play with your clit. 

Sasaki tightens his grip on your hair again, but he doesn’t force himself deeper. Instead he starts fucking your mouth so you don’t have to think about it, pushing in only about as deep as you had already been taking him. Letting you moan against him felt better than making you gag, so he decided not to give you grief for it.

“Oh she’s already shivering.” Arlong stays about halfway in, grinding a spot that kept making your legs tremble. “You’re gonna cum before I even get all the way in.”

“Offering yourself up like that, and then cumming before your hosts?” Sasaki questions, knowing from the look on your face you’re not keeping up with the conversation.

“Rude, right?”

“Indeed.” He muses. “We should teach her better.”

“I agree!” Arlong grabs your arms, pulling them back as he hilts inside you, shoving Sasaki down your throat from the rough thrust you couldn’t mitigate without your arms. You scream, the sound muffled and garbled by the cock shoved down your throat, leaving you gagging and sputtering, but there’s no where for you to go.

Arlong’s cocks are buried deep inside you, and Sasaki’s cock has your eyes watering and your nose running and it’s taking everything you can to not gag any worse. If you gag too harshly you might end up throwing up, and you don’t know if Sasaki will show you that much mercy.

They pull back at the same time, letting you take in a breath before pushing back in. Sasaki is doing little more than keeping your head stable as Arlong fucks you onto his cock. Your own throat stops you from taking all of Sasaki’s cock, clenching and fluttering against his length when he’s barely more than halfway in.

It seems to be enough for him, because he doesn’t argue when Arlong mentions how tight you are. The only pleasure in it for you is getting to be used so completely by your favorite fish men. 

When Sasaki cums it burns, he pushes deeper into your throat and your throat screams as it stretches in ways it’s not used to. The pain makes you clench against Arlong and he’s not far behind, filling you as his hand clench harshly on your wrists.

You crumple to the ground when the two release you, coughing and gasping as cold semen drips out of you. 

“Thank… thank you,” you say softly, staying down on the ground and keeping your eyes down.

“Oh? She learns well.” Sasaki hums, taking a drink before picking you up easily. “Lets put you somewhere better for all of us.”

He lays you on a table just wide enough for you to rest your hips to your head on it comfortably. Rubbing your clit, he motions Arlong to your face, and he rests his cocks against your lips.

“Clean him up well, and we’ll be nice.” Sasaki says in a tone that sounds like an order for Arlong. “Or he will be at least.”

“Now,” Sasaki lines his cock up with your dripping cunt. “Let’s see if you can take all of me, little minnow.”

[faegoddessog]

Day 12: Shoes

Ok loves, I've decided to try something to stretch myself creatively with this challenge. I'm gonna dribble my drabble and see if I can tie each theme into an actual story that I'll write day by day! We'll see how it goes! Wish me luck!

Here is my ongoing masterlist of this project.

My other works are here if you are interested!

Check out the fun challenge here by @slowsweetlove . Feel free to jump in too!

WARNINGS: Mature Content, 18+ only, kissing, touching, removing clothes

Day 12: Shoes

Your eyes open to the light of day, you can tell you are alone in the bedroom. Your head is near the edge of the bed and you spy Austin’s brown boots where he had unlaced and kicked them off.  He can’t be far, you figure. A slow smile spreads across your face. The events of the last night flood your mind:   

The presence of him had been all-consuming. The cab ride here was full of heated looks, teeth digging into lips in attempts at self control. His hand in yours had traced each vein on your wrist, each web between your fingers. His knee pressed up against yours all but shaking in anticipation. The tension was incredible, the eyefucking unparalleled.  

He had been so nice to the cabbie who had wrongly sussed out the situation at hand and had shot out question after comment after question at you two. Austin had kindly responded to each one in turn with beige and benign answers.

His grace under pressure made him all the more hot.

You had to trot to keep up with his big strides in those brown boots, through the lobby.  You half expected him to shove you against the back of the elevator, but he had just stood there tapping his leather covered toe. You could hear his breath catch as the door dinged open.  

Once you had gotten past his consent anxiety in the hallway and into the suite, you dropped your purse, jacket and any sense of timidity you might have had, on the back of the couch. The door had closed with a decided click, and the overwhelming urge to indulge in him had taken over and pushed you past politeness. It had also pushed your hands up under his shirt and him against the wall.  

You were both adults, you both knew what this was about. There was no need to pussyfoot around.

 His warm skin and the ridges of his abs met your touch, his stomach quivering.  He had tossed his hat and coat to join yours on the couch. You leaned into him.  His fingers slid to the back of your neck, thumb just in front of your ear. He had bowed his head just enough to brush his lips against yours. 

You had inhaled his scent; masculine, clean, and sensual before you had opened your mouth to him. Darting your tongue between his lips, when you felt him pull you in close with a hand on your back. The kiss was intense but unhurried, as though the last ten years were mere drops in the bucket. The tip of your tongue worked against his. He gently sucked your lips. The hand on your neck wandered down your throat and flirted with your neckline. 

He kissed you like you already belonged to him. And in truth, there was a part of you that always had. 

“My god, Austin,”  you had said pressing your forehead against his chest trying to catch your breath. You felt the thumping of his heart as your hands tightened on his sides. 

“Yeah?”  His voice had been thick with desire.  

“I just want you, always wanted you,” your eyes had been closed, but your hand strayed to the button on his jeans. 

“Then don’t hold back,” he had whispered, shaking his head, “take me, I’m all yours.” 

It’s all you had needed to hear. Your fingers had slipped the button through the hole and slid his zipper down as he had pulled his shirt over his head.  Sliding your hand between his jeans and underwear, you palmed his hardening cock and balls. 

He hissed softly into your ear as he felt your touch. “It’s like that, is it?”  His fingers dropped to the hem of your blouse. His cock twitched in your hand.  

“Yeah, it’s like that,” you breathed into his mouth. Your tongues danced as you stroked him up and down with the flat of your hand. He groaned into your mouth. It was hot as fuck, hearing him so needy. 

You don’t remember where your shirt went. It was just gone all of a sudden and your bra fell loose on your form. You suppose it was his doing. You just remember backing away, taking in the sight of him, and letting your straps fall off your arms. 

He stood there, shirtless, the bulge of his cock escaping his black jeans from his undone fly. You weren’t sure you had ever seen something so enticing, so mouthwatering.

‘There was no way he could be hotter’, you had thought. Then he opened his mouth and said,  “Tell me what you want.” 

The primal desire that curled around your insides for this man was profound.

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[creepling]

hello hello !!!!! happy 1k friend (‘: may i request for a drabble for the nightmare comfort prompt — "i'm sorry." "don't be sorry for this. not ever." with johnny x reader? perhaps the reader and johnny are in a relationship but because of past traumas with exes and their family, the reader has trust/abandonment issues so it’s still hard for them to open up to johnny? so for the first time they have a bad nightmare when he’s sleeping over & the reader finally lets him see them at their worst and cries in his arms, practically begging him not to leave them alone? just a ton of hurt/comfort tbh cos … yea ):

thank you sm anon<33 this will be my last request for the 1k event as it has now officially hit midnight for me. thank u for the requests<33

tags: gn!reader. hurt/comfort. nightmares/night terrors. past trauma. adandonment issues. crying. hugging. thought of revenge.

His heart sank when you swatted his arms away, begging to be left alone. Tears streaming down your face, images of your neverending nightmare haunting your mind. Your night terror has spilt over, leaving you to believe you were still there, still with them.

“Honey, please, just sit down. There is no one here except me,” Johnny soothes, his voice thick with misunderstanding. It is the first time he has seen you like this.

“No, no, I'm not going back, I’m not going back,” Your words were gibberish to him.

“What ‘you mean? Please, darlin’, just talk to me,” Johnny choked on the lump in his throat, wishing he could embrace you, soothe your nerves and have his touch cure your anxiety. He hated seeing you like this. He didn’t understand it.

“You’re gonna leave me, just like everyone else!” You finally snapped, perceiving Johnny in the room with you. “Everyone leaves me. I’m so alone . . . so alone.”

“How could ya think sucha thing? You’re ma angel. You’re stuck with me, darlin’,” Johnny chuckled, defusing the stress. He slowly reached his hand towards you, noticing the change in your look morphing into softness – brokenness.

“You can’t leave me. You can’t. I won’t let you,” You say, almost possessively, but the sob stuck in your vocal cords still encumbered you. Your cheeks flushed and tear-stained. Johnny began wiping your tears with his calloused fingers, being as gentle as possible.

“I ain’t goin’ nowhere, sweetpea. C’mer,” He slowly hugged you, relieved to feel you mould into his shape. Tucking your face between his neck and shoulder, letting his warmth soothe your sorrow. As you sighed, Johnny sensed your exhaustion. He still had to learn a lot about you, but he was willing to explore his newfound sympathy if it meant keeping you near. He’d do anything for you.

“I'm sorry." You choked, “I- I ain’t normally like this it’s,”

Johnny didn’t need to hear excuses. Anything that gets you this worked up is enough to convince him it’s bad. And he will raise hell to get back at whoever hurt you. No one hurts his lover. 

"Don't be sorry for this. Not ever."

[hayatoseyepatch]

Hiiiiii I love this event and it’s so sweet that you are doing this for your followers! 💞

I ship myself with Kei Tsukishima. I just know that we would be academic/work rivals for sure. But as a couple we would get into mini debates about the most random things because I would love to tease him- like should (keeping it in theme here) Christmas music be played after Thanksgiving or only in December? (I believe after thanksgiving). Or what classifies as a Christmas film?

Favorite part of the season is getting to dress in layers! Hoodie, sweaters, beanies, galore!

Traditions or dates: I would say cozying up and decorating the tree while Christmas movies play in the background is my favorite thing! Since finals/ work deadlines are always around this time of year I get a peppermint hot chocolate and go to the library or cafe to work.

My favorite colors are blue, green, red, and yellow! I just love the cozy, warmth and comfort that the holidays provide and that cold nip of excitement in the air.

Tis me !

Thank you so much youre so sweet!! I just love this time of year and wanted to say thank you to my followers for dealing with me hahaha

OOO TSUKISHIMA??? This made me so excited, I love Haikyuu so much and was actually just rewatching the movie last night haha so this is perfect timing. I did have to dust off my chops for writing for him so I am sorry if he's a little ooc. Regardless thank you for participating and I hope you enjoy!! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)♡

Suprise! A little drabble for you (ฅ́ ˘ฅ̀*)♡

You both just finished setting up the dining room table, you and Tsukishima did this every year, competing to see who could make the better gingerbread house. Was it a bit silly? Sure, but it didn’t stop you both from doing it. It was a tradition initially started by Yamaguchi back when you both were still in Karasuno. A “team bonding activity” he had called it. But with Tsukishima, Kageyama, and Hinata all in one room it quickly delved into a competition of sorts. One that you and he kept up even years after. So here you both sat, having trays of gingerbread set out with icing and bowls of candies, a competitive air filling the room.

“You’re gonna lose again this year, baby.” Tsukishima purred, a teasing glint lacing his tone. “Don’t worry though I’ll be sure to kiss away your tears when you do.”

He snickered, only being rewarded with a lift of your eyebrow an unamused expression overtaking your features. Grabbing a gumdrop at his head with a pointed. “We’ll see about that.” As you both set to work, a movie playing in the background, barely being paid attention to in your task. The both of you working diligently between conversation (and copious amounts of trash talking.)

He continued to work on his gingerbread house eyes narrowing in concentration as he stands up, looking at it making two Ls with his finger as to mock a camera dramatically. You were the only one to see this side of him. The one who could be down right immature, it was only because he trusted you, felt comfortable to be himself around you. He nods his head before sitting back down, adding more things to his house. Looking over at yours with a snicker, seeing it lean to one side.

“At least mine is still standing, doesn’t look like yours will be in a minute.” He teased you a bit before leaning over your seat, hand cupping your cheek as he captured your lips with his before you could quip back to his teasing. He humas contentedly against your lips, using the way your eyes slipped shut as his opportunity to strike. He dipped his finger into the icing and smeared it across your cheek.

“Oops, so sorry babe, I had a reflex.”

He teases once more knowing in just a moment the gingerbread houses would be long forgotten, but he couldn’t find a single complaint. You both could just call it a tie this year.

[djarinova]

NOW PLAYING: End Game [Feat. Ed Sheeran & Future]

Ooh, you and me, we got big reputations

thank you all so much for helping me hit this amazing milestone!!! ッ to celebrate I will be writing 15 blurbs/drabbles inspired by lyrics from the album reputation by taylor swift!!!

below are the prompts that I've chosen, once they are completed they will all be linked here

since this is my first event type thing I will not be taking requests for characters! I will be writing for some of these characters only but please do vote in my polls to decide which character I write for each prompt! ♡ polls will be starting on 26.12.23, tagged on my account under sage.event

prompts:

1. can't stop myself from bragging - ft. satoru gojo

You've never met anyone like Satoru before and so who are you to argue when your friend asks you to talk (gush) about him; prompt : Some, some boys are tryin' too hard / He don't try at all, though

2. i wanna be your endgame - ft. eren jaeger

You knew going from friends to lovers would be an adjustment, but how much anxiety about ruining your friendship can you deal with?; prompt: I don't wanna touch you (I don't wanna be) / Just another ex-love (you don't wanna see) / I don't wanna miss you (I don't wanna miss you) / Like the other girls do

3. the flames on his skin - ft. reiner braun

Reader overhears Reiner arguing with Annie and Bertholdt and decides to confront him about it; prompt: This is how the world works / You gotta leave before you get left

4. I'm your baby - ft. jean kirstein

Jean is a good fwb, so good in fact, that he has you unknowingly confessing your feelings for him while he's balls deep inside you... oops?; prompt: My name is whatever you decide / And I'm just gonna call you mine 18+

5. first date - ft. satoru gojo

This bar is nice, too nice, and Gojo is acting differently than usual... Hey wait! Is anybody else invited or is it just the two of you? ; prompt: Dark jeans and your Nikes, look at you / Oh, damn, never seen that color blue

6.

And then the world moves on, but one thing's for sure / Maybe I got mine, but you'll all get yours + eren jaeger

7.

I'm so chill, but you make me jealous + levi ackerman

8. fly on the wall - ft. levi ackerman

Everyone's heard of Levi Ackerman and everyone has something to say about him. Is it your imagination, or has something been brewing between the two of you? And if so, how long will the lingering eyes be enough? ; prompt: You should take it as a compliment / That I'm talking to everyone here but you (but you, but you)

9. getaway car - ft. spencer reid

How long should you hold on to something after it's proven time and time again to be the source of your pain? And why does missing your best friend hurt so much more than missing your boyfriend? ; prompt: In shades of gray in candlelight / I wanted to leave him, I needed a reason

10. hoping, dreaming - ft. jean kirstein

you and jean share your first public kiss. and after having kept your relationship a secret for so long... it feels good! ; prompt: Your love is a secret I'm hoping, dreaming, dying to keep

11. the first time...the last time - ft. tobio kageyama

You've been dating for almost 6 months, so why won't he just let you help him? why won't he talk to you for gods sake! ; prompt: I'm a mess, but I'm the mess that you wanted

12. stained - ft. yelena

You've got Yelena, bubbles + wine. What more could you ask for? (Apart from maybe... a kiss?) ;prompt: I'm spilling wine in the bathtub / You kiss my face and we're both drunk

13. rattling the chandelier - ft. eren jaeger

Who knew the sight of you in a bikini talking to jean would lead you to where you are right now? (pressed against a wall with eren's hands all over you) ; prompt: It was so nice throwing big parties / Jump into the pool from the balcony / Everyone swimming in a champagne sea 18+

14. The Question, Day 1003 - ft. din djarin

Din asks you the question that's been on his mind since the moment he told you his name. But are you finally ready to leave behind the city you've lived in all of your life? ; prompt: Holdin' my breath, slowly I said / "You don't need to save me / But would you run away with me?"

15.

I'll be there if you're the toast of the town, babe / Or if you strike out and you're crawling home + levi ackerman

tagging some mutuals: @cowgirlikets @jeanboyjean @tetzoro @tetsunormous @thephantomtheory @kiyoors (lmk if u want me to untag you!)

[muddyorbsblr]

monthly wrap-up :: june 2023

Welcome to the June 2023 wrap up! I didn't expect that I would be reading so much for other characters but putting this list together made me realize I may have been whoring on the side for some other characters (potentially actors too because I can't lie those pics of Seb at the Loewe event did things to me full stop--).

The year's halfway through and I honestly can't believe how this year feels like it's flying by but also not moving fast enough because honestly I swear on my life I was just working on the 14 Days project a few weeks ago but also apparently it over four months ago?? Nothing makes sense 🥴

Anyways, here's all the stories I've made and consumed over the last month. Please go and shower these authors with all the love, they're amazing and deserve the world. 💖💛

Everything under the cut…and here's probably the best way to summarize what June 2023 was like in a single photo:

Loki x Reader

Coins and Revenge by @fictive-sl0th

The entire premise of this story had me dangerously bouncing at the edge of my seat. The tension and the yearning just created this amazing high-stakes tender love story in the making between future King of Asgard Loki and Forsaken Princess/Assassin YN. And pls the way he looked for her by combing through the minds of the city dwellers?? Pure unmitigated dedication right there. 👏👏

Filling a Void by @lokisgoodgirl

Ragnarok!Loki x Reader x President Loki is a threesome dynamic I didn't realize I needed in my life but now it's just got me staring at the ceiling thinking all the thots about it 🥴

Imagine: Tony tricking Loki into taking Viagra… by @sserpente

Shameless smut with a side of fluff? Sign me tf up 🥴👏👏 Honestly is there a queue for the "seven hours in Valhalla with Loki" experience because I would very much like to sacrifice my sanity for that--

Tropical Tension by @lokis-dark-queen

Besties to lovers on a vacation in Aruba, body shots, and some tender yet filthy smut?? Sign me tf up. I'm usually such a slow reader it's embarrassing, but I ate this up!

Teasing the Dragon by @sarahscribbles

All I can say is do not read before bed or you will go to sleep with horny…unless that's what you want. Edging for nearly an hour followed by overstimulation?? Restrained by Loki's magic?? Loki ripping your shirt with his bare hands?? Lemme know where I can sign up for this 👀 💳💥💳💥

You're Late by @lokisgoodgirl

Intentionally making herself late and playing a dangerous game with Loki? When I tell you my brain was running so many laps at the end of this piece just imagining how he kept her up all night 🥴🫠

Resurrected Love by @holdmytesseract

This story managed to put me in the strange position of sad and thirsty at the same time over the image of Loki having stubble. The angst with the flashbacks hurt me right in the feels but everything else had me squealing and melting and cheering at the end. 🥹💖

Wash Day with Loki by @mysecretlittlelibrary

Peak domestic bliss vibes in this piece, I can't say anything other than I love how cozy it all felt 🥹

Close to You by @michelleleewise

I'm still hurting over this ngl 🥲 Miscommunication trope and the subsequent lashing out gave angst that hurt so good but Loki better be treating her like a queen after this or else we're gonna have words 🙂

keeping Loki waiting in Sakaar ask by @sarahscribbles

It is borderline criminal for a drabble this short to have me staring at the ceiling from the smut 😩

Altar by @chubbyreaderchan

When I tell you this is peak banger after banger smut, and that title has more meaning than you think 🥴🫠

Too Darn Hot by @lokis-little-fawn

Triggering Loki's breeding kink and also some peak use of his naturally colder Jotun anatomy for some creative ways to cool down in the hot Asgard summer? When I tell you I sprinted laps after this--🥵

The Ceremony by @smolvenger

Loving fiance-turned-husband Loki and some bedding ceremony smut. No you heard me right. Bedding ceremony. With chanting. God help me I needed to run a few kilometers when I finished this--🫠

A Gentlemen's Bond by @lokisgoodgirl

Listen. When LGG posts something you know you're in for a good time. But this was…above and beyond. This absolute queen wrote a foursome smut shot with the same Loki & Agent from 'A Gentlemen's Agreement' and had me clutching walls and screeching at an ungodly hour of my mornight. 🥵🥵🥵 …And also still has me wondering if Steve has something he'd like to share with the class 😂😏

Asgard by @oliwrites

A besties to lovers with an adorable love confession and a smut scene that had a line that shot me out of a cannonball and straight dead into the water 🥴🫡

Behind the Pollen by @hollyiswritinglokiagain

This one took me all the way OUT 🥵😮‍💨 Soft doting boyfriend Loki turned horny boyfriend Loki with size kink and back again?! I wasn't ready and I'm still thinking about the bit with the stomach bulge HELP--

Spicy by @lotsoflokilove23

Soft smut with a 'willing to wait until you're ready' vibes Loki that was just the softest horny lil muffin the entire way through goddamn I'm still soft over this one--

King Henry V x Reader

Arise Fair Sun by @smolvenger

Mutual pining + a balcony confession + A KITH??? Disney take notes because this is how you write a love confession scene that will have your audience outright swooning 🫠

Magnus Martinsson x Reader

petting zoo drabble ask by @ladyfluff

Just the image of the precious meow meow being a dad is enough to have me melting, but mix that in with a petting zoo setting? I am a puddle because it's so fluffy 🥹

Thomas Sharpe x Reader

Reading While He Works by @foxgloveprincess

Peak adorable domestic bliss vibes in the Victorian Era with Thomas being a reassuring lil meow meow that just wants to have his wife around even if they just sit in comfortable silence? Lemme just…melt real quick 🫠

Coriolanus x Reader

The One I Desire by @five-miles-over

The grumpy x sunshine was so strong in this and the way this gave us a feisty sunshine reader was just the ultimate vibe for me 👏👏 And the dream?? 🥵 Yet another story that has me wanting more of this couple 💖

Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Falling Star by @mochie85

Tom being immediately infatuated with YN and seeing her as a calming presence on such a nerve-wracking night? Yes pls sign me all the way up. And that ending omg 🥴🫠

For England by @lokischambermaid

Soccer Aid Hiddles smut. Latex dress. A touch of potentially years long pining from Tom's end. I'm not kidding I needed to sprint a good 3km after reading this and I still didn't cool down. "Then bend" has me in a chokehold and I may or may not be putting on my running shoes again just thinking about it 😮‍💨😮‍💨

Bucky x Reader

Safe and Sound by @witchywithwhiskey (part 2 here)

Pretty sure this is the part where I shamelessly tell y'all I have a thing for the dbf trope 🥴🫡 And the way that this delivers and then some 👏👏 Part 1 had me melting for how he just comforted her without hesitation, and Part 2 had me kicking my feet and squealing and squirming from the dirty talk and how he checked in with her and the love confession 🥵🫠

Wanderlust by @mochie85

A pining best friend Bucky agreeing to go on a potential months long road trip with Reader to make sure she keeps safe?? And also resisting the urge to touch and kith the dimple?? The pining is immaculate in this drabble and has me wanting more 🥹💖

Pure of Heart by @rookthorne

Another best friend Bucky and this was so full of tender lil moments all before the fluffy ending that had me hitting the pillow from how cute these two were. And to top it all of: doggos!! 💖🫠

no more losers by @witchywithwhiskey

Face riding + they were roommates?? Scorching hot smut with a reveal at the end that gave this just the right amount of fluff that had me melting into my seat 👏👏

On the Edge by @sidepartskinnyjeans

I was living for the slutty banter between these two while they were edging each other with her wand 🥵🥵🥵 Honestly thank goodness I started reading Bucky stories otherwise I wouldn't have found this masterpiece of filth 👏👏

Devour by @frostironfudge

Mafia boss vibes with vacation hornies really had me clutching pillows and staring at the wall. It should be illegal for drabbles to be this hot honestly 🥵😮‍💨

Sherlock Holmes (Cavill) x Reader

drunken sex ask by @imyourbratzdoll

Drunk, tender, and feral Sherlock got my brain cells struggling to do anything except conjure up many many thots 🥵

Fingerprints by @tadhana-writes

A flustered Sherlock and a story where the case details have me wanting more 👏👏

Clark Kent/Superman x Reader

You're My To-Do List by @hannibals-favourite-meal

Domestic bliss with hornies…and it's Cavill's Superman, do I really need to say more 🥴🫡

Ari Levinson x Reader

her lifeguard ask by @imyourbratzdoll

Loyal bf Ari entertaining thoughts of drowning the people making his lil baby feel insecure and then proceeding to fuck the insecurities out of her?? On the beach?? Where anyone could walk by and see them?? I'm weak 🫠

be quiet for me ask by @imyourbratzdoll

dbf!Ari with a touch of fluff got me weak. (and also got me realizing I have the biggest soft spot for this trope aaaaaaaa 🫠)

her favorite truckdriver and his favorite camgirl ask by @imyourbratzdoll

This had me moving up a book with a similar trope (OF Creator FMC x Single Dad MMC) a good few spots on my book TBR because holy fuckque it's so good and I need more 🥵🫠

You Said I Was Your Favorite by @frostironfudge

The angsty start of this had me clutching the wall from the hurt omg, but the smutty ending had me just staring at the ceiling for a good while 🥴🫡

Stepdad!Ari showing you adult movies ask by @evansbby

Conflicted reader having an internal war between her hornies and her rational thinking really got me on this one. Like I'm living for her intrapersonal dynamic and I'd love to see which side would win out in the end 😳🫡

Kraven x Reader

The Hunter by @sidepartskinnyjeans

Primal kink. Forest smut. If this is the type of top shelf smut content we get from just the trailer, I better ready some ice water and new running shoes for October when we get the entire movie 🥵🫠

You Better Run by @cockslutpadalecki

Primal kink and restraints?? I wouldn't wanna be taken off his list, either 🥵🫡

Thomas Sharpe x Reader

the final Lady Sharpe part 3: unorthodox signals

Loki x Reader

what makes a princess

Tom Hiddleston x Reader

a sizing mishap a tale of ice baths and hot sauce

idek what this is except crack

the best view in Old Trafford (aka Grass POV)

[siilvan]

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=DlCFgMHA2YQ

It seems like Makarov writes letters to his mom to let her know what he's doing, and now I can definitely see him in Bloodsport writing to her about Petra.

sorry for the late reply anon, ily </3

i've always headcanoned that makarov's close with his mom but having it confirmed— WRITING TO HER IN BLOODSPORT TOO I'M GONNA LOSE IT, YOU ABSOLUTE GENIUS 😭😭😭

*cracks knuckles* yeah okay. i'll bite and write a wee little drabble. mama's boy makarov time.

(not indicative of future events blah blah enjoy the super cheesy fluff, they're so domestic i'm gonna throw up)

an older woman cradles an envelope between her fingers, thumb fondly running over the familiar handwriting that adorns the front of it. handwriting that used to be scribbled alongside drawings in a distant past, letters that she remembers teaching a lifetime ago. a few are slightly smudged, indicative of the sender writing hastily.

that boy, she smiles, thinking to herself. always in such a rush.

she tears open the envelope and pulls the contents out – a letter, neatly folded in half. the woman unfolds it and reads it off to herself, the edges of her mouth twitching up in a warm smile.

"dear mom,

i know it has been quite some time since my last letter. my work has kept me very busy in these recent months, unfortunately. however, i come bearing good news: do you remember that matter that concerned you so greatly? i've taken care of it.

i can make no promises on this, but i believe you will like her."

excitement courses through the woman's veins, igniting a spark that she feared would wither away into nothing more than a pile of ash.

"my volodya... he's finally found someone."

makarov breathes out a soft sigh and drags his gaze away from the computer screen, rubbing at his tired eyes before they flit across the room. the door to his office is closed, a clear sign that he does not want to be bothered, but the other person in the room betrays that message.

you're sitting on the small sofa nearby, curled up under a throw blanket – that has lived on said sofa ever since you dragged it in over a week ago – and reading a book you stole off one of his shelves, a mug of tea resting on the table next to you. as always, when he glances your way, you don't notice, too engrossed in your reading material and too concerned with letting him work undisturbed.

he wouldn't mind a disturbance every now and then, so long as it's you pulling him away from his work.

you started this... routine, about two weeks ago. every time makarov disappears into his office intent on drawing up his next plans, you appear at his door and quietly let yourself inside before grabbing a book off his shelf – dostoevsky, today – and settling in on the sofa that was hardly touched before your arrival.

he would sooner die than admitting to it, but makarov had quickly grown fond of it. he would accept, if not anticipate, your sudden appearance whenever he sequestered himself to the room, his eyes constantly lifting from his work to the door until you showed up.

a knock pulls him from his thoughts, the two of you simultaneously dragging your focuses over to the source. a soldier steps through the door after he calls them in, clutching an envelope close to his chest as his eyes flit between the commander and yourself. he quickly crosses the room and hands the envelope to makarov before silently excusing himself with a nod, sending another your way as he practically scurried out of the room.

"he seemed to be in a rush." you comment, an airy chuckle escaping you as you bookmark your page and set the book down on the table.

"they often are," makarov mutters, immediately recognizing the handwriting after tearing the envelope open. "i don't particularly enjoy people lingering where they're not welcomed."

you hum, sitting up to sip on your tea as he unfolds the letter and reads it to himself.

"my volodya,

if you weren't so far away, i would be telling you to bring her by immediately. i still remember what you told me when you were so young – you would marry when you found your equal. although the search took longer than i would have liked... i trust you've found someone who i'll love as much as i love you.

promise me this: you will treat her even more preciously than the goals you pursue."

makarov's gaze lifts from the message, finding you, cradling your mug close to your face and letting the steam gently waft up in front of you. the faint smile that sits on your expression spreads to his own for just a moment, before he's placing the letter down and chuckling to himself.

"a bit early to be thinking about that..." he mutters, inhaling and exhaling slowly. that's a promise he can keep, at least.

his voice catches your attention, earning a curious sound. "what'd you say?" you ask, his eyes meeting yours as you lean back against the cushion, facing him.

"nothing important," he says, dismissing the question. you frown, a small pout you've taken to doing whenever he fails to provide answers to your seemingly endless list of inquiries, and furrow your brow. "don't give me that look. i'll kick you out of here, too." he adds in an irritated tone – a very unconvincing one.

you respond with a single, pointed laugh. "it's not nice to lie, vladimir. admit it or not, you enjoy the company." you immediately call his bluff, crossing your arms over your chest in a confident display. the two of you enter a staring contest for a few seconds, neither willing to back down, until he concedes with a barely-there shrug. anything but full agreement would be a lie.

"just don't push your luck, lieutenant."

[bilightningwhumper]

Happy New Year 2025!!!

Making this post over here rather than on my main blog since most of my goals/plans have to do with my whump writing, lol.

First off, thank you everyone who tagged me in the holiday community posts. I did my best to reply to all of them in the same energy, though I think I missed one or two? Either way, it means a lot that y'all like and appreciate me as much as I do all of you. <3

Gonna be a long post, so it's under the cut

Now, to the plans:

Most of these have to do with "Belonging to Nightmares" so here's the masterlist in case you've either not seen the updates or somehow missed me rambling about it, lol.

-For January, I'm mostly prepping for February writing, so I'll only be posting one or a few drabbles, no schedule planned for when. But they'd be for the Year of the OTP 2025 event. [Poll for February prompts here] for anyone interested! Delaying my previous plans to do the Living Weapon Year of Whump Tropes since I just didn't have enough figured out for it to do them justice.

-February, oh dear, I have so much planned, lol

As I've said in other posts, I'll be doing Feveruary 2025, evenly dividing the prompts between Minna and Kyrie. That's all set and planned, though I'm still fiddling with some of the prompts as I made a few accidental repeat plans. But they'll be fully sorted before I start writing!

Febuwhump 2025 releasing their list yesterday also inspired me, probably surprising no one with how much my audhd effects my writing brain, lol. I'll be doing the same as Feveruary in that the prompts are divided between Minna and Kyrie evenly. However, unlike Feveruary where I'm doing all the prompts and alts, Febuwhump will be just the main days and swapping a few of those prompts for alts. (ie, I just can't do "eaten alive" because I'm not one for cannibalism and it also made me think of something else not whump related but that's not relevant to the event, lol) As of last night, I've already finished dividing and sorting the prompts, plus written down relevant notes for them.

In one of my other updates, I mentioned doing some of FluffyFebruary 2025. For anyone that didn't see it buried in an update post, the parallel story for "Belonging to Nightmares" is getting some work. Basically, I'm filling the prompts like this: there will be a drabble a week where I look at prompts 1-7, picking which fit together for my idea, leave the rest out, post drabble on day 7, onto 8-14, pick and choose, and so on and so forth. Since I'm not inspired by 100% of the prompts and multiple can fit in one idea I have for the MCs, that's just how it works best. Still unsure what I'm going to call Sydney, Cyrus, and Dianna's story, but you know, I have a month to figure it out, so there is that.

Then of course there's the Year of the OTP 2025 prompts (poll linked in January section), so a lot to look forward to!

-March, planning on taking a break/taking it slow, similar to January. Mostly because there's an event that happens yearly where I work that gets insanely busy. Like, almost New Year's Eve busy, but less loud music and it lasts for nearly half the month. So, yeah, needless to say, I'm basically only planning on doing Year of the OTP 2025 for that month and that's it.

-After March, I've no idea what I'm doing other than getting chapters and planned drabbles up for "Belonging to Nightmares". I still want to get something up once a week, so I'm doing my best to plan ahead and write whatever notes or bits of scenes I can rather than saying "eh, I can do it later" and then forgetting to do it at all. There'll probably be more events and things I'll want to join in with, so I'll give updates as things go on.

Since there's no taglist for "Belonging to Nightmares" yet, I'm mostly just writing it for myself and sharing it into the void and just being happy at the few likes and reblogs I've gotten for my pieces so far. I'm sure there's some shy secret fans out there because I was one for others, so just saying right now, thank you and I appreciate you!

Other writing goals:

-Finishing some of those Bingos! I posted Bingo cards I got ages ago but during the October stuff I joined in, all those got put to the side. Luckily since several prompts match some ideas to "Belonging to Nightmares", I think I'll be changing my original plans for the Bingo cards.

-All my other stories are put on hold for now. I'm just not inspired or motivated for them at the moment. And forcing myself to write when I'm not inspired just burns me out and makes me frustrated, so I'm less inclined to even touch it again. Much apologies to anyone who enjoyed them so far. Chances are I'll put up new things for them throughout the year, but I'm not making promises if I'm not sure I can keep them. Though I do plan on at least finishing the Flufftober 2024 prompts I left hanging, hopefully before October comes around again.

-Properly sorting what has been finished, like the AI-less Whumptober 2024 Ao3 collection work and Angstober 2024 Tumblr and Ao3 stuff. A lot of what I have to do for that is staring at a computer screen and doing repetitive back and forth that just gets me tired and bored, but the work has to be done at some point.

Side goals:

-Commenting and sharing more of fellow writers. Sharing things myself and slowly getting to know more of the community has made me appreciate everyone here so much and I want to share the love! Even just a little bit means so much to me, I love making others day just by emoji spamming my emotions in their stories, especially because I genuinely enjoy what's been written and can't wait for them to make more

-Extended off that, making more friends? I have a genuinely hard time reaching out and opening up. Half because of "stranger danger internet" still so ingrained in my mind despite being close to 30. The other half because audhd and poor ability to keep contact since for me, no time passes, but for someone else it's been a month plus. Those things, plus I'm awkward as hell and don't want to intrude or bother anyone, lol. Easier in person because half the way I make friends irl is by sensing or seeing the fellow bookworm/neurodivergent in the room and just sitting next to them for parallel play/interaction. Bit hard to do that online. Gonna try though!

-Reading more of my books. Like, actually reading and finishing them. I used to read a book a day or within a couple days, depending on how big the book is. Now I get distracted, be it because of life or staring at a page for 10+ minutes because I got caught in a daydream of my own characters. But seriously, I set up a reading goal last year on Goodreads to finish 12 books, in theory 1 a month, and I finished 7. 4 of those being in the last half of December. So yeah, no more half finished books that I put to the side to start reading something else or whatever.

That's all I can think of off the top of my head. So, Happy New Year, can't wait to see if it's better than the last!