#please take this drabble before I disappear for another month

[dollfacefantasy]

politely requesting Leon x reader where he makes her squirt for the first time and she gets embarrassed about it but he loves it <3

just a little drabble but yes this is super cute so here you go <3

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, fingering, p in v, squirting, overstimulation

You'd gone on another date with Leon tonight. Your relationship had reached seven months last week. This date had been simple regardless of the small milestone. A trip to the movies and then out to ice cream afterwards.

He'd been the perfect gentleman, held your hand, opened doors for you, let you pick the music on the way home. He watched you throughout the evening as if his eyes had been made for you.

Once the two of you got to your place afterwards, that attitude began morphing into something else. You kicked off your shoes and headed upstairs. As you padded up the steps, you felt his eyes on you. His gaze lingered on your ass, fixated on the way it bounced and swayed as you walked.

In your room, he shrugged off his jacket and collapsed on your plush mattress, situating himself against the pillows to watch you undress. You drop your outfit to the floor and push it aside in favor of throwing on an old t-shirt to go with your panties.

You take off your make up too and rub some moisturizing products into your skin. Leon still watches on with interest. The most mundane tasks in the world became fascinating when it was your hands executing them.

When you're done, you turn to him and smile. He returns the expression with his own grin and pats the space on your bed next to his body.

"C'mere, pretty girl. Think I need some more sugar," he says with a smirk.

You crawl onto the bed with no hesitation, plopping down in the place he gestured to. Your lips connect with his in an instant. He doesn't play around with gentle soft kisses either. He wants to make out. His tongue slips into your mouth while his hand wraps around your head to pull you impossibly closer.

You're breathing hard, saliva mixing with his. He rolls you over onto your back. He felt like being on top tonight. He wanted to watch you lose it.

He takes a little time to play with your tits. It always got you so wet watching him grope them. The pads of his fingers dig into the plump flesh while he sucks a nipple into his mouth. He drags his teeth against the hardened bud, giving you a slight jolt of pain to mix with the growing arousal in your core.

You roll your hips upward in an attempt to lure him down there. It kind of works as he haphazardly slips a hand in your panties and rubs your slick folds.

After a while more of making out and petting your dripping cunt, he increases his dedication. He pulls your underwear off with ease. You're wet enough from the teasing that he's able to slide a couple fingers right in.

He pumps them in and out, curling them and stroking all your internal sweet spots. He coos praises at you while he works to add to the physical pleasure he provides.

"Such a good girl. Taking it so well," he murmurs before kissing your lips. You gasp softly before he leans in for another, mumbling against your mouth. "My baby. Always so responsive. So easy to please."

You whine into the kiss. He continues on with them a bit more before pulling back just to watch the sight of his fingers disappearing into you.

"Prettiest pussy on this earth, I swear. Could play with it all day and never get bored," he says, his tone low and soothing, the type that hits your ears just right.

Your hips squirm a bit as his fingers probe deeper and deeper. Eventually, he ups his speed as well. The slick noises of him pushing in and out grow more explicit. You bite your lip and tilt your head back.

He makes you cum once, twice, then a third time. On the way to the fourth release, you're almost out of it. Your eyes water, lined with shiny tears. Your lips are raw from your teeth sinking into them when you try to hush your noises. You're shaky and breathy, whiny and physically exhausted. But he's having the time of his life it seems.

You feel like his fingers have to pruned from how long he's had them engulfed in your wetness. They just keep sliding in and out though. At some point, he began thumbing your clit as well. The small digit wags back and forth over your sensitive bud. And like before, he melts your mind further with the soft and sweet voice, praising you like you're an angel fresh from heaven.

"Doing so good for me, princess. Just give me one more. Know you can do it," he says while continuing his ruthless pace.

"Can't," you whimper, writhing more on the bed.

"Oh yes you can. You're almost there, babydoll. I can tell. I can see that cute little look on your face," he teases.

You're getting louder too. He recognizes the way your voice rises to a higher pitch as you mewl and arch into his touch. He smirks and keeps going, driving his fingers into you over and over again. You're on the edge, about to snap.

A long strangled cry leaves you before you buck your hips and let go. Your lips part in a silent scream as this one reaches a new level. Your eyes screw shut as your body tenses. It feels more intense than the other times you'd cum, but you can't even pinpoint how.

He can though as he watches you squirt, gushing all over his hand and wrist.

"That's my girl," he says, loud and proud as he watches you burst for him.

Your body rolls in waves of exhaustion, strained moans flying from you in a frenzy. He has you seeing stars even while you're coming down.

He works you through the high until he finally pulls his hand away from you. That was a grand finale if he'd ever seen one. He didn't feel the need to coax any more from you. At least not with his fingers.

Your eyes are hazy as you regain some awareness once the ecstasy has subsided. You sit up a little, blinking slowly. He's looking at you, smug as ever, and you don't understand why until you see the way his hand glistens and the wet patch on the bed between your legs. It's more than normal, and you start to realize what had happened.

Your cheeks burn with embarrassment while your head feels slightly dizzy from the rush of shyness.

"Did I... is that..." you start, unable to bring yourself to even say the words.

He nods and reaches up to stroke your face. "Mhm, you squirted, baby. All over my fuckin' hand," he chuckles.

The feeling of humiliation blooming in your chest only grows heavier from his attitude about it. You cringe and roll to the side, pressing your hot face into the cool fabric of your pillow case.

"Oh god..." you mumble. You slide one of your hands up to rub your face. "Sorry."

He raises an eyebrow, totally confused by your reaction. "What do you mean sorry?" he says, crawling on top of you to pepper kisses on your shielded face.

"Cause... it's messy. And now we gotta change the sheets," you reason, squirming a bit and trying to supress the smile his affection brings you.

"You're right. What was I thinking? Changing the sheets is a real tragedy. Maybe even an unforgivable one," he teases while nuzzling the side of your head.

"It's just embarrassing. I don't know," you say.

He grabs your jaw and turns you to look up at him. "It's not embarrassing. It's beautiful," he says, all the teasing gone from his voice, "There's nothing embarrassing about seeing my girl lose it that much for me. I'd change the sheets every time we fucked if it meant you'd do that."

You whine a little at the blunt way he describes things, but you're smile shines through now with no way to hide it.

"Believe me, honey. It was gorgeous. One of the best things I've ever seen," he says between more kisses. And you can tell by the way the voice drops that he's still in the mood.

"To you," you joke. You give in and start kissing him back with passion, ready for more even though he'd thoroughly tired you out by this point.

"No. To anyone with eyes," he says and kisses deeper.

You know he means it cause not even five minutes later he's fucking you like never before, face buried in the crook of your neck, panting and whimpering like it was the best fuck of his life. And though you can't hear it, he's silently praying you'll squirt all over him again with a few more strategic strokes.

[little-diable]

Pleasure - Prof!Tom Riddle (smut)

Just a small Drabble about our fave fucked up, dark professor. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Professor Riddle threatens to fail the reader, something she won’t accept. Just pwp

Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, choking, degrading, orgasm denial, Tom being Tom, power imbalance

Pairing: Prof!Tom Riddle x fem!student!reader (1.2k words)

“You threaten to fail me? Are you out of your mind?” Her voice boomed through the class room, eyes set on the professor whose assistant she had been for the past months now. His piercing eyes didn’t meet hers, he kept his gaze set on the papers, correcting the homework she had collected minutes ago. All before he had dropped this bomb on her, telling (y/n) that she was about to fail his class. “Look at me!”

“Careful, (y/n).” His eyes snapped up to meet hers, voice sharper than a knife. He leaned back in the chair, arms crossed in front of his chest while staring at her like a snake about to snap at its prey. He had always been a dangerous man, a man whose aura was a warning itself, set on pulling her into his dark trap. But today he had something else to him, something even more ruthless.

“Tell me why!” She was fuming, set on letting go of a piercing scream. This must be a joke, a prank he was pulling on her - her grades were better than most, she was always on time, and when she was working for him, she did everything he asked of her.

“I don’t owe you any explanations. And your behaviour proves to me that you’re not mature enough to work on it. Leave.” (Y/n) didn’t move, she kept staring at Professor Riddle who slowly rose to his feet. A part of her screamed at her to leave, to run before it was too late, but the more stubborn part forced her to stand still and watch his every move. “Is this how you want to play? This is my last warning, (y/n).”

Her body was trembling in anger and need, all while her mind brought back flashes of a similar moment that had happened weeks ago. Back then she had left this room with trembling thighs and his handprint burned into her behind. The following hours had been spent hidden away in her room while pushing herself over the edge numerous times with his name burning on the tip of her tongue.

“I am not scared of you.” She cocked her head, chin pointed in his direction while she looked up at him. It was a foolish game she was playing - a game she was about to lose, but she didn’t care, couldn’t worry about any wins or losses, knowing that whatever would happen between them would count as a win in her book.

“You should be.” His ringed hand found her throat, tugging (y/n) in for a teeth clashing kiss. She moaned into the touch, unable to stop her hands from wandering, from finding the back of his neck to keep him close. (Y/n) felt her surroundings spin, throwing her into another dimension while the professor moved her backwards to heave his TA onto his table. With her legs wrapped around his waist, (y/n) kept him close, not daring to think of parting just yet. “You try to distract me with those pretty little things you wear, you try to make a fool out of me, but you’ll never have this much power over me. You’re mine, (y/n), I’m the one guiding you.”

She could only moan in delight, feeling his hand disappear beneath her skirt to press his fingertips against her clothed heat. Slowly, he began to circle her bundle through the fabric of her panties, feeling them grow damp beneath his touch. A soft chuckle let him, buzzing through both their bodies while his lips moved down her throat, sucking on the spots that drew moans from her.

“You’ve been asking for it for months, so now you’ll take my cock like the desperate slut you are. But I won’t let you cum, not this afternoon.” His words drew a protesting moan from (y/n), eyes wide while she stared at him. No words managed to pass her parted lips, unsure how to speak up as the sounds reaching her distracted (y/n).

Within seconds he had freed his cock, pushing a condom down his length before her panties were tugged aside. Her fingernails left crescent marks on the spot where his shoulder met his neck as he pushed into her, forcing her tight walls to adjust to him. A part of her wanted to beg him to slow down, to give her some moments to relax before taking all of him, but that part didn’t get a chance to speak up, silenced by her loud moans.

Professor Riddle fucked her ruthlessly, he was using her body, set on chasing his own high while sticking to his promise. Tonight he wouldn’t let her cum, at least not for a few hours before finding his way to her.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, dripping from her chin onto the back of his hand which was still holding her throat. She was torn between focusing on the way he perfectly stretched her, about to push her over the edge, and the way he held onto her all too possessively, leaving her heart jumping in excitement.

“This is why I need to keep you around, love.” The nickname had a condescending touch to it, leaving her gasping while she tried to focus on his words. “You’re all for me to use, all for my own pleasure.”

(Y/n) nodded her head while another gasp left her, head wanting to roll back - though without any luck as he kept holding onto her. She felt his cock tearing her apart with every thrust, drunk on the feeling of him fucking her this posessively. With moans ripping their way through her, she clawed at his skin, giving into the subconscious need to mark him up to have the same claim on him.

“What would you ever do without me, huh? You’re so needy, such a pathetic little girl.” She was close to letting go, high on the low tones of his raspy voice, on the way he spoke to her with spite and adoration dripping from his tongue. With one hand still clinging to him, she let the other find her pulsing bundle, circling it a few times to give herself the needed push. Something he instantly stopped her from doing after a second or two.

“I told you I won’t let you cum for now. I don’t make empty threats, love.” More tears fell from her eyes as she stared up at Professor Riddle. Her walls clenched his cock, hoping to pull him into her trap - something he didn’t seem to care for as he pulled out of her to cum on her thighs.

“You’ll wait for me tonight, and perhaps if you’re good, I’ll let you cum.”

[xxspringmelodyxx]

Sorry, this is so stupid. Anyways, enjoy this short little Drabble! <333

Warnings: Slight suggestiveness(like its barely even there), MDNI

“Two bags please,” Satoru said to the cashier, his mouth almost watering over the freshly made kikufuku being placed in a bag. It felt like it had been forever since he had it, and it was all that was occupying his mind. The soft, pillowy texture and sweet filling of the kikufuku were a childhood favorite that he cherished. The lady gently placed the two bags full of the treat on the counter, taking his money with a warm smile. The shop had a cozy, nostalgic atmosphere, filled with the rich aroma of freshly made sweets and the quiet hum of traditional Japanese music.

“Thank you, Satoru. See you tomorrow!” she said, waving him goodbye. Satoru returned the wave, appreciating the familiarity and kindness of the shopkeeper. He stepped out into the bustling street, his mind already on you, eager to share the kikufuku with you. He walked with a spring in his step, the sun casting a warm glow on the city around him. However, his excitement quickly turned to confusion and a twinge of jealousy when he saw you talking to another man.

He saw you hugging him tightly, laughing and smiling with the stranger. Satoru felt his stomach churn at the sight, not liking what he was seeing. Why were you being so touchy with another man? His thoughts raced, and his protective instincts kicked in. Taking no time, he walked over to you, wrapping his arm around your waist possessively. The warmth of your body against his did little to quell the storm of emotions inside him.

“Oh, Toru! You’re back! You’ll never believe—mmph!” Before you could finish your sentence, Satoru smashed his lips on yours right in front of the man, reminding both him and you of who you belonged to. The kiss was intense and possessive, filled with unspoken emotions and a desperate need to claim you. Your eyes widened out of reaction, but quickly began to close as you kissed him back. The world around you seemed to disappear as you melted into the kiss, feeling the intensity of his emotions.

Satoru was willing to push this farther, not caring if others were looking. The kiss deepened, his hands pulling you closer as if trying to merge your two bodies into one. However, you stopped him when you heard the man next to you cough, trying to break the awkward tension. The sound pulled you back to reality, and you gently pushed Satoru away, your cheeks flushed.

“Oh, sorry, Kai…got a little carried away there,” you laughed, trying your best to calm yourself down. Your heart was still racing from the unexpected kiss, and you hoped Kai wasn’t too put off by the display. You turned to Satoru, who was now eyeing Kai up and down, his expression unreadable but clearly protective.

“So…who’s this?” Satoru asked, his voice carrying a hint of challenge. Kai felt his body tense up as he felt the intimidating aura emit from the sorcerer’s body. He looked terrifying compared to you right now, and Kai couldn’t help but feel a bit overwhelmed.

“Toru, this is my cousin Kai! He’s staying in the city for a week and wanted to come say hi!” you said, wrapping your arm around Kai’s neck affectionately. You tried to ease the tension with a smile, hoping Satoru would understand.

Suddenly, Toru dropped the terrifying act. His eyes softened, and his posture relaxed. “Y-Your what?” he asked, his voice filled with relief.

“My baby cousin!” you said, ruffling Kai’s hair. Kai glared at you, trying to fix his hair, but you just laughed.

“You’re only a month older than me, Y/N,” he said, making you smirk.

“Still, you’re my baby cousin!” you said, hugging him tightly. Satoru felt a breath of relief leave his body as he realized he didn’t have to hollow purple the poor boy. He smiled at Kai, shaking his hand warmly.

“It’s nice to meet you, Kai,” he said, his smile catching the attention of others. The tension melted away, replaced by a genuine warmth.

”Now, I hate to take her away from you, Kai…but I need her for just a little while. How about we all go out for dinner later tonight, hmm? My treat!” Satoru said, taking your hand in his. Before letting any of you speak, he quickly teleported you away to his car, and threw you in the back, catching you off guard.

”Toru! W-What are you-“

”Sorry, baby. But that kiss kind of set me off. And I can’t wait until we get home. So the car will have to do.” He said, smashing his lips on mine.

And the kikufuku was never eaten…but you sure were!

[fandom-oneshots-etc]

Hello! I'd love to see Jacob Black and/or Edward or Emmett Cullen with a single mama. She was given custody of the 1.5 yr old when his or her parents(reader's friends) passed. The little one is ENAMORED with whomever you write it for(like silently follows them/copies them when they're doing something it's just adorable.) Please and thank you!!!

🍄 Pairing: Emmett Cullen x Reader

🍄 Genre: Fluff

🍄 Summary: Emmett is about to meet the one year old that you took in after your best friend died and surprisingly your toddler's not the one who's nervous...

🍄 Word Count: 1852

🍄 Abbreviations: (t/c) - Toddler's name

🍄 Warnings: None

🍄 Note: Thank you for the request @twilightlover2007! I hope this is what you were looking for, I had a lot of fun writing this. There might even be some Little Bee drabbles in the near future... ♡

(E/c). Bright, shining, (e/c) eyes. That was the first thing that had caught your attention in the hospital that night a year ago. Despite the heartbreak and despair that had gripped at your heart as the Chief of Police stood in front of you, his words seeming to merge together, barely decipherable through your sobs, the second you stepped through those hospital doors your life changed. Surprisingly, for the better. The tragedy of your friend’s death had become a new shining ray of hope in your life as you took on single motherhood. The tot was barely six months at the time of her parents’ death, but you had, had the joy of watching her turn into the one year old she was today.

Your eyes fluttered back and forth as you watched the hulk of a vampire pace in front of you. Emmett had always been a bundle of energy. You had said from the start that he was like a toddler on a sugar high almost a hundred percent of the time. But this was a different kind of energy than the one you were used to. You were used to the boisterous and bouncy vampire you had come to know and love, but this was a new kind of energy. You had never seen Emmett this nervous. If you hadn’t been parked outside of the daycare center you were sure he’d be blurring back and forth in the trees, his ‘human’ pacing just didn’t seem to cut it.

Your eyes glanced to the door of the daycare center as yet another toddler disappeared with it’s parents into the parking lot. You knew soon that the nursery assistant of (t/n)’s class would poke her head out of the curtains wondering where you were. You were never usually late.

Deciding to take matters into your own hands, you pushed off where you had been resting against the jeep and forced yourself to stand directly in Emmett’s path. But Emmett didn’t miss a step and circled around you, stopping at the end of the jeep and twisting to circle back just as he had been doing prior. You reached out a hand and rested it on his arm as he made to pass you again and held on as tightly as your human strength would allow.

“Babe, stop,” you muttered and Emmett came to a stand still beside you. You paused for a moment to make sure that he wouldn’t start pacing again before dropping your hand to your side. “What’s going on?” Your eyes searched his face for any indication as to what had brought on this nervous energy, but nothing. “I thought you were excited to meet her? If you’ve changed your mind that’s fine-” An uncomfortable lump grew in your throat at the thought of him changing his mind.

You wouldn’t dare hold it against him if he did. But the lump in your throat stayed prominent. (T/n) came along with you. There was no way around that and that meant Emmett wouldn’t be able to stay if he decided he didn’t want anything to do with (t/c).You shook your head softly to dispel the cloudy thoughts. Your poker face must not have been as good as you thought as Emmett’s golden gaze locked with yours almost frantically.

“No, no. It’s not that,” he sighed. You reached out and linked your hand with his, rubbing soothing circles on his marble skin. “I haven’t changed my mind. I want to meet her, I do, it’s just...” His lips pursed together as he searched for the right words. “I mean, what if… what if I hurt her?” Confusion flickered across your features.

“Babe, where is this coming from? You never worried about this before.” You waited for an answer but there was nothing. “Look, you’re great with Renesmee-”

“Yeah, but Renesmee’s half vampire.”

“And half-human,” you reminded. “And you’re great with me too and I’m a hundred percent human. At least the last time I checked I was.” And still were to yours and Emmett’s knowledge. “Emmett, there is no one I trust more with (t/c) than you. And I know for a fact that the second she see’s you, she’s going to love you. I know I did. So prepare yourself, you’re about to be trapped forever.” You giggled.

Emmett’s lips tugged a little at the corners.

“Was this your master plan? Make me fall in love with you and then get your toddler to trap me?” He offered you a dimpled grin. “Cause baby, let me tell you, I’m not going anywhere, you’re like a drug and I’m already hooked. You’re stuck with me.” He lowered his head down to rest his lips against yours and captured them in a short but heart-racing kiss. His lips danced against yours, pulling you in closer with his hands on your hips against his firm chest.

A light giggle broke through the parking lot silence as another father passed by you with his son in his arms, asking about his day. You pulled back from Emmett and blinked hazily up at him for a moment. He always seemed to reduce you to nothing with his kisses, they always engulfed you entirely even if you were the one initiating it. Your heart thudded against your chest and your cheeks darkened as Emmett smirked down at you, no doubt hearing every shudder your heart made against your ribcage.

“Come on,” You entwined your fingers with Emmett’s and turned to tug him gently towards the daycare center. As you neared the entrance, your eyes glanced to the Sunflower Room window where the curtain twitched and the familiar red headed woman appeared to peek through the curtains just as you had expected. Lila was a lovely nursery assistant and (t/n) loved her. She had always been kind to her and was never judgmental towards your circumstances.

Just as you reached the doors, Lila appeared and buzzed you in.

“Hey,” she beamed as you entered, tugging a slightly awkward Emmett behind you. “I was just about to start wondering where you were. I take it this is Emmett?” Emmett nodded and smiled politely. “Well, it’s great to finally meet you. I’m Lila, (t/c)’s nursery assistant.”

You followed to the door of the Sunflower Room and Lila pushed it open. One of the other helpers was just clearing away some of the colouring that had been left out. You’re eyes rested on your little (h/c) toddler sat on the floor with her stuffed elephant and some other stuffed animals that she had collected from the corner of the Sunflower Room. She was babbling incoherently which she had been doing for a couple of months now, she had always been quite a vocal baby.

“(t/c),” Lila called over. “Look who’s here.” (t/c) turned her head at Lila’s voice and locked eyes with you instantly. Just as it always did, there was a light tug in your heart as her bright (e/c) eyes stared at you, seemingly looking into your soul. Your lips pulled into a wide smile as the little tot grinned a toothless grin and pushed herself up onto her feet. It had been nearly three months since she had perfected her walking without tumbling to the ground every time she stood on her own feet. And she was fast too. In seconds she was clumsily running over to you.

Her arms were splayed wide as she came towards you, you released Emmett’s hand to drop into a crouch and allow her to slip her arms around your neck. You peppered kisses all over her face as she giggled furiously. You finally stopped with a little giggle of your own as she looked back around for Lila, but instead her eyes locked on Emmett. Your eyes flickered between (t/c) and Emmett. (t/c)’s nose scrunched as she stared up at the unfamiliar man. It was almost comical to see your large teddy bear of a boyfriend acting more sheepish than a one year old, but you knew his nerves were still present.

“Ah?” (t/c) turned back to look at you, seemingly waiting for an explanation, her small head tilted to the side much like a puppy.

“This, my little bumblebee, is Emmett, my boyfriend,” You knew that she wouldn’t necessarily understand what you were saying, but a formal introduction felt right. “And Emmett, this little bumblebee is (t/c).” You offered him an encouraging smile. Emmett dropped into a small crouch, and even then he still towered over you and (t/c). She continued to study him silently as he smiled at her with a little wave.

“Em?” she hummed. “Em. Em!” (t/c) pulled out of your embrace and shuffled over to stand in front of Emmett, her little palms coming to rest on his cheeks as she continued to repeat ‘Em!’ excitedly. You couldn’t help but let out a little huff laugh as she moved to grab one of his hands and tugged him across the room towards the plush rainbow carpet laid across the ground. She dropped his hand and lowered her body to pat her hand on the carpet, then looked up at Emmett expectantly. The poor vampire turned to you baffled as she did it again, seemingly more impatient this time.

“She wants you to sit,” Emmett nodded and lowered himself onto the ground, awkwardly crossing his legs looking a little uncomfortable.

You watched closely as the little (h/c) haired tot trotted over to the shelves in the book corner and selected the one she wanted, you briefly saw the cover and recognized it as the book My Monster and Me by Nadiya Hussain, which you had recently brought for home. You’d been reading it religiously since you’d brought it home from the store and it was one of her favourites. The toddler wandered back over to Emmett, his eyes following her every move. He straightened his back as she approached and turned herself around so that her back was facing him, she dropped down into his lap, her little legs raising above the floor as they didn’t quite reach over his stretched ones.

(t/c) wasted no time, she flipped open the cover of the book. Emmett, thinking that she wanted him to read to her, started to speak but in a second her hand was pressed to his mouth, her little eyebrows furrowed.

“Uh, uh, uh,” She shook her head firmly. She pressed her finger to her lips indicating to him to be quiet. When she turned back to the book, she began ‘reading’ to him. Not that she was giving any of the actual words, instead it was just the toddler gibberish she had picked up, but that didn’t make the scene any less adorable. Three pages into the story, you caught Emmett’s eye. He offered you a soft smile. In that moment you knew everything was going to be okay and that (t/c) had just gained herself another protector for life.

[hobidreams]

minis: july 1874.

time goes on, and so does your love stretch and grow alongside it.

pairing: joseon king!yoongi x reader genre: angst, fluff words: ~800 contains: historical au, talk of pregnancy

moonlit throne index. this is drabble 47. start from the beginning?

"...Not this time. Again."

In the starlit darkness of your apothecary, your voice comes out tender, red and raw as if the words scrape your throat on their way out. Your hands are flattened on the wooden table, your knees shaky but still thankfully enough to support you as you try to maintain your bravest face. But it's always futile when it's him you're facing. Your Yoongi.

Your Yoongi who only lets a small, sad smile flicker onto his lips before he is pulling you into his warm arms. He buries his face into the dip of your neck where your scent gathers, presses a tiny kiss beneath your jaw.

You feel the silk of his robes softly drag against your wrists. Feel his limbs tremble ever so slightly, even though he must be trying his utmost best to keep himself steady.

"I'm sorry," you whisper into his shoulder, wishing for yet another month that you had better news to give. More than blood staining your undergarments that you handwash until the red disappears into the water as if it had never existed in the first place, each scrub a fresh sting in your heart.

"Don't you dare."

Against you, Yoongi twitches, tenses. He breaks from you reluctantly, shifting until he's far enough away to look you in the eyes, hold you captive in his strong gaze.

"This is no fault of yours, janae," he says, tracing your cheek with the backs of his fingers. "Never."

This small act of affection makes the threat of tears known behind your eyes. Though you've grown hopelessly used to them in the past years, his kisses, his warmth, to have his kindness in the face of such failure is...

"Isn't it?" You pull away from him then, take a few steps away to your table where herbs and fine powders litter the tabletop, remnants of your day's work. "None of my brews have been effective."

"Yet," he says instantly, the word pressed out so intensely you almost believe him. "Effective yet."

"...It's just hard to watch her."

The beautiful queen. Well in the fifth month of being with child, her growing belly swells with love and happiness. She rubs oils you provide on her skin daily, willing to drink any bitter health tonic to ensure her babe's safety. As much as you love visiting her, chatting with her about all things related to the future heir of the country... You can feel your heart whimpering each time you see her. Ugly and jealous.

"We have time," Yoongi whispers, brushing a tendril of hair away from your forehead. "I promise."

"Okay." You exhale, letting him soothe your hurt. "And... I suppose being a while behind the queen will allow us to make good use of the clothing her child outgrows."

Yoongi raises a dark eyebrow at you. "Please. You think I would not personally order the most luxurious, newest clothing the country's top seamstresses can make for our precious baby?"

"Technically, her baby is yours too," you say with a small grin, even though you all know the truth.

He hums, amusement now playing on his lips. "Hoseok still has a difficult time keeping a neutral face when the advisors say the same. I had to order him to leave the chambers on more than one occasion already, lest he give everything away with that ever-changing expression of his."

"He can't help it. He's just so excited." You're grateful for this slight change of topic. "Do you think he'll tell Aera?"

"I don't know." Yoongi says that more often now, at least in your presence and Eunuch Kim's and sometimes even in front of the Queen. He's learned that kings don't need to know everything. That so many people within the palace are there to support him, even in his moments of falter. "I don't know if she is old enough to keep that secret. But eventually? Yes."

You place a hand on his chest and feel the thump of his heart beneath your fingertips. "And... will you... Will you tell their child when it is time?"

"Of course." His breath is warm with summer as it brushes over you, slightly bitter with the tea he uses to keep himself awake on advisor assembly days. "We are... one joined family now, as unconventional as it is. And if I have learned anything from my mother... every one of you deserve the truth. The queen, Hoseok, Aera, you..." His gentle fingers drift down to your stomach. "... and the little one that will join us eventually."

"Okay." You take his hand as you look into his eyes, read the absolute love, the sureity written there. You will trust in yourself as you do him, as you do the small pond rock that sits snugly in your right pocket, accompanying you through even the hardest hours. "Okay."

a/n: hey all! long time no see! if you're still here to read this--i'm SO grateful for you. i recently watched the Yoongi Road to D-Day movie and as soon as Daechwita came up, i was thrown back into this story and i just missed it so much. this mini was originally begun like a year ago in response to some comments from readers who were curious about what happened with our dear uinyeo-nim's wish to have a child! i wanted to show some of that struggle, some of the tenderness between them and how the world has changed in the few years since the end of the series :)

[difficultdomains]

suguru’s plan was a relaxing movie night - but you definitely had something else in mind…

what do you do when insomnia hits? exactly - make up scenarios with this man in your head (he my muse fr)

mdni - nsfw under the cut

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when it comes to movie nights, suguru and you mean absolute business. you’re doing it all - keeping lists, leaving letterboxd reviews and always preferring something new over a rewatch. once every couple weeks, however, a special rule you agreed upon comes into effect - comfort movies are rewatchable, at any given time and any number of times - no discussions, no veto.

so when he comes back to your apartment, sore and exhausted after a week that probably felt more akin to a month, you wrap yourselves into a blanket and huddle up on the couch with strategically placed snacks and his favourite movie queued on the big living room TV.

you keep sneaking looks at him throughout, intrigued by the way the flickering light dances across the bridge of his nose and his lips, by the way his eyes are fixed on the narrative unfolding in front of him even though you’re sure that he could recite the dialogues backwards if he had to.

you know that the only thing he probably wants right now is to relax. the only thing you want right now? him. so why not combine both?

you start your silent attack by repositioning yourself under the blanket, feigning that the comfortable position you were in has turned into one of discomfort and that the fact that your hand was now resting on his thigh was mere conincidence.

your fingers are subtle but restless and soon they inch closer and closer to the place you plan on conquering, ghosting over it, featherlight, not suspicious at all.

with his eyes still glued to the screen, he smirks knowingly. you turn to him, waiting with a lopsided grin.

you have him exactly where you want him.

“what do you think you’re doing?” taunting you, so sure of himself, so sure he knows what you’re up to. but when he sees the way you’re looking at him, his eyes widen.

before he can even register what’s about to befall him, you have already disappeared under the blanket, sweats pushed down and lips wrapping around the pretty tip of his barely half-hard dick.

he takes in a sharp breath, hissing your name through gritted teeth.

this was one of your favourite things to do, make him get hard just with your mouth. and he was very aware of your little preference, which only made it that much more enticing - and unfair - to him.

he pulls the blanket away, hand tangling in your hair solely to give him a better view of the spectacle in front of him. the sight alone makes him bite back a groan. but when you push down even further and have him hit the back of your throat, he loses complete control of the moan that escapes him and all the other ones that follow while you continue your skillful twirls and licks.

he’s beyond hard at this point, much to your silent satisfaction, and you’re not very suprised when you feel a gentle but firm grip on the back of your neck, pulling you away from him.

he crashes your lips together in a hungry kiss and when he pulls away, catching your chin in a similar grip like before, you can’t escape the intensity of his flared-up irises burning into yours.

“ride me.”

you raise a single perfectly arched eyebrow at him.

“please.”

you quickly find your place on his lap, lips instantly attaching to the flushed skin of his neck.

“hmm if you insist…” is the last thing you manage to hum against his skin before he captures you in another kiss.

mission accomplished.

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this is the first proper smutty thing i’ve ever written - so yay it’s a premiere. anyways i hope your hopefully well rested brain enjoyed this little drabble from my very sleep deprived one (pls excuse any errors - i am simply sending this out into the aether lul)

[yeahspider]

one of your girls 🫀

Ve’s note - angst ! hyunjin x gn!reader drabble . hyunjin is very down bad . toxic themes . this has been sitting in my drafts for two months now . slightly proofread bc im a lil drunk . enjoy !! <3

2 am and of course hyunjin was up waiting for your call . he knew you were up because you had just posted on your story … albeit with another man …but that had nothing to do with him . because at the end of the night it’s hyunjin who would get to take you to bed . every saturday night , like clockwork , you hit him up . saying how much you needed him , how much you loved him . no matter how true your words were , to hyunjin they were religion . it didn’t matter that he was one of many . as long as he was on the roster that’s all the mattered . he didn’t even have to be number one . although sometimes …..

yeah sometimes hyunjin wished you guys were exclusive . it’s would be nice to wake up sunday morning to find you hadn’t disappeared . he would like be able to see you in the light of day , how the sun would reflect off your skin . whether you brushed your teeth before or after breakfast . he wanted to know all about you beyond the little slivers you sometimes showed him . he wished he was allowed to show you off . he tried to ask you out once . a simple dinner . no pressure . an offer you immediately turned down . shattering hyunjin . but hey at least you could still fuck .

3am and hyunjin watched as his phone lit up . your contact name appearing in front of him .

i know you’re up

can i come over ?

i need you

please

i’m heading up

he couldn’t help the smile that bloomed across his face . you needed him ? he was the one you chose in your lineup of lovers . his heart flipped in joy . he had ti be his favorite right ? you would said that to just anyone . he was special . he was yours . even if you weren’t his . and that was good enough for him . the key to his heart hung off your keychain . taking a piece of him with you wherever you go .

hyunjin quickly got up . pushing his sketchbook full of you off his bed . he checked himself in the mirror . you would be here any second . he had to look his best . running a finger through his head he nearly jumped out his skin when he heard you unlock the door to his apartment and come in . no hi’s were exchanged between you two as you pulled him into your lips . he let you tug him back to the bed . falling on top of you as you looked up at him with a smile . yeah . he was definitely your favorite .

[blossom-hwa]

Hi ^^ for the drabble event... maybe wonwoo + demigod au, if that's okay??

in honor of the recent PJO resurgence (I need to watch the show) please take this soft and cheesy demigod au of child of athena wonwoo + child of nyx mc as my humble offering <3 hope you enjoy!

summertime drabble fest: send me an idol from the list (Stray Kids, Ateez, TXT, Seventeen) + a prompt (check out the post for ideas) and I’ll write a drabble for you!

REQUESTS CLOSED!

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Title: Stargazer

Pairing: Wonwoo x gender neutral!reader

Word count: 1k

Genre: fluff, demigod!au

Warnings: n/a

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"Careful, there."

Wonwoo grumbles as he pulls himself onto the roof, though really, he's counting on the darkness to hide his smile. "I wouldn't have to be careful if you didn't insist on nearly breaking our necks every time you wanted to meet."

Your laugh, though hushed, sends a warm tingle up Wonwoo's spine. "What, you don't trust me to save your neck before you die?"

"Tch." Wonwoo stops trying to hide his smile as he sits down next to you, bumping your shoulder with his. "Of course I trust you. I'd just rather not get to that point in the first place."

"Wouldn't we all?" you snicker. You turn to face him and not for the first time, Wonwoo wonders at your beauty in the darkness between the shadows cast by the moon and the stars, mystery cloaking your every movement. Up on the roof, under the night, you look so at home that for a moment Wonwoo finds himself uncertain whether or not he belongs here, disrupting your peace. Then you lay his head on your shoulder, all the while casting that moon-glow grin on him, and the uncertainty disappears. 

"I think everyone likes to avoid death, or near-death experiences," Wonwoo replies. A breeze spins across the two of you, fluttering his hair, and he shivers a little. 

You pull him closer. "Yeah, well, that's just not what happens for us," you say, and even though Wonwoo can't quite see your face right now he knows the smirking smile that must be on your lips, sardonic but sweet. "Should've brought a blanket," you continue in a mumble, only just loud enough for him to hear. "I can get one now if you want."

"It's fine," Wonwoo murmurs. The world is so quiet now that the noise of the earlier celebrations has gone. If he closed his eyes, and if he didn't feel so safe, he'd almost feel like he was back on the quest—him sleeping, you keeping watch, your careful fingers smoothing hair out of his eyes. "Don't go."

He hears your smile more than he sees it. "I won't," you promise. "Not going anywhere, now."

"Good." Wonwoo sighs, pulling his head off your shoulder to look at you. "Let's stay here for a bit longer."

Your eyes turn a little softer, a little sweeter as you nod. You know he doesn't just mean now, on the roof of your cabin, under the stars, overlooking Long Island Sound. You hear the words he didn't say. Stay with me. Stay safe with me. Stay where we won't face death almost every other day—stay where I can love you peacefully.

Child of wisdom, child of night. When the two of you appeared at camp within a week of each other, battered and bruised and more than a little traumatized, it was clear even without the prophecy that your fates would be intertwined. The connection was only cemented when Chiron declared the two of you were the subjects of the prophecy—child of wisdom, child of night—and would leave just a couple weeks later that would take the best part of several months.

Wonwoo thinks about himself then. Nearly an adult, newly christened son of Athena—a goddess he hadn't even known existed until then—uprooted from his books and studies to fight monsters instead. You had seemed like just another anomaly with whom to acquaint himself, a child of Nyx, more comfortable at night than during the day, words sharp and strange and more than a little cryptic, and in truth, he'd been scared of you. At least a bit. Until nights spent in awkward silence turned into nights spent in stilted conversation turned into nights spent noticing that for all the darkness cloaking your every movement—

You looked just as comfortable among the stars, too. 

"What'cha looking at?" you murmur, tugging him close. Your eyes twinkle, the shadows that follow you wrapping around him too in a soft blanket. "Stargazer."

Wonwoo's cheeks feel warm even though his lips curve wide into a smile. You came up with the nickname after he once compared your eyes to stars in a moment of loose-lipped weakness, during the quest when you'd snuck him into a hospital babbling and exhausted and bleeding out of his side, and he'd woken up to you sleeping in a chair by his bed, his hand clasped tightly between both of yours. 

"You said a lot of stuff while you were out."

"Gods. How embarrassing was I?"

"I'll leave most of it out." Your laugh, soft like moonlight. "But you did say my eyes look like stars." 

His face flushing. Your eyes twinkling. 

"So I said that you must've looked at my eyes a lot to come to that conclusion, and you agreed, Stargazer."

Wonwoo leans in, presses a soft kiss to your lips. "The stars," he replies when he pulls away, smiling so hard it almost hurts. 

You raise an eyebrow. "Last time I checked, the stars were up there, in the sky." You wave a hand in front of your face. "Not right here."

Wonwoo likes reading. Likes stories, likes philosophy, likes pretty much anything that isn't a stupid physics textbook that he can't make heads or tails of. And while he doesn't read a lot of romance novels, he likes them well enough that sometimes he can't help but wish the two of you were in one—fated lovers guaranteed a happily ever after. 

Nothing is guaranteed here, though. Not his life, not yours, not that of those around him either. There may never be a perfect romance between the two of you, demigods that you are, forced to be on the watch every single waking moment. But despite that, right now, Wonwoo thinks this is about as perfect as it gets—the night sky, the stars, and you.

"That's usually true," he replies, smiling. You smile back, and when you do, it seems that the night smiles, too. "Just not if I'm looking at the ones in your eyes."

Reblogs and comments are deeply appreciated! Hope you enjoyed this, and have a lovely day :)

[scar-crossedlvrs]

can i request life with carlos and s/o after marriage with kids and stuff. kind of like a continuation from ur last drabble where he said they should get married and start a family? thanks!

Carlos Oliveira - I’ll think about it

okokok I know this took an entire week to get to, but I'm a mess and I had so many random ideas, so please take this collection of random drabbles, snippets into what this could look like. I had so much fun writing this. Anyway, this pretty much picks up after the last drabble.

You thought about it, and he kept asking. 

Once, twice, three times in the span of a month. Always in that same flirty tone that makes you think joking around. “C’mon, quit. Be my pretty little housewife instead.” You refuse to take him very seriously each time. Not because he’s not completely intent on it, being a man that knows exactly what he wants, but because of your own stubborn nature.

If he’s going to ask, it has to be the right way. 

It had seemed the subject had been dropped when that day came, the arguments about your job disappearing like the bruises on your abdomen. Carlos had framed the outing as a celebration of your all clear from the doctor. All of your favorite spots, the excuse of you being cooped up at home for weeks disguising his true intentions. 

You didn’t notice it, the way everything seemed to line up perfectly, the way he had tried to tame his normally unruly hair, or the uncharacteristic twinge of nervousness every time there was a pause in the conversation. It wasn’t until he was in front of you, down on one knee that the pieces fell together. 

“I want an answer this time.” Carlos has a coy smile across his lips, “Marry me.”

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You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, nerves coursing through you as you hovered in front of the mirror. Dressed in white, you had mere minutes before you were expected in the chapel. Everyone else had already left, they all had something or another to prepare for in time for the ceremony.

There’s a soft knock on the door and you turn. “It’s unlocked. Come in.”

“Can’t. You know that’s bad luck.”

You sigh, taking a few steps towards the door, but stop before you could open it. “Carlos?” Just hearing his voice helped calm the nerves. “What are you doing? Shouldn’t you be getting ready?”

“Just came to check on you, doll. Making sure you’re not going to run away.”

You stifle a laugh, fingers tracing lines onto the wood of the door frame as you imagine him on the other side.

“I’m not going to run away.”

“Good. I’ll see you downstairs.”

—--

He had insisted on being a father since the day you had gotten married, but sitting here with the test in hand seemed to be too much for him.

“How long do we have to wait?” He’s pacing, unsure of what to do with all of his pent up energy. It wasn’t helping your already on edge mood.

“Just give it another minute, okay?”

You try your best not to snap at him, to tell him to sit down. His heavy footfalls were making you nauseous, or maybe it was the anticipation. Either way, the worry was beginning to set in. Part of you already knew what you were going to see once you flipped over that test and the thought terrified you. There was no way you were ready for this, right? The thoughts flooded your mind.

“Fuck it, I’m looking.” Carlos is reaching across the table now, his impatience getting the better of him.

You can’t even stop him at this point, he’s already got the test in his hands. God how you wanted to scream, tell him every single one of your worries before he could even get his hopes up.

Soft brown hues widen, flickering up to your face and he’s got you wrapped up in his strong arms before you can even protest, feet lifted off of the floor.

And just like that, the worries have melted away.

—--

“Baby I told you we should have paid the extra fifty dollars to have it assembled.”

Your eyes trail down to where he was on the floor, surrounded by a mess of wooden pieces. The instructions splayed out on the floor in front of him as he pushed his messy hair up to get it out of his eyes. The crib was the last thing the nursery needed before it was ready, and for whatever reason he had put this off until it was almost too late.

“Yeah, and where’s the fun in that?”

You roll your eyes, hand resting on your swollen belly. “C’mon let me see what it says.” You reach for the packet of instructions.

“And risk you climbing down here to help?” His eyes meet yours and Carlos shakes his head. “Nuh uh, not a chance. You’re supposed to be resting til that little monster decides to show herself.”

“Fine, take hours to finish it then, see if I care.”

It took him twenty minutes to give in, and another three hours for the both of you to figure out how to put the damn thing together.

—--

A shrill giggle caught your attention from the other room, and you couldn’t help but lean against the doorway to watch the scene unfold.

“No daddy, like this!” The dark haired toddler insisted.

“Right, that’s what I’m doing.”

Carlos was seated on the floor, and from where you could see, tufts of his hair were sticking out in all directions, your daughter to another handful of it with a rubber band in tow.

“Not that one.” her little balled up hand moves to point at a spot just about an inch away, taking his hair with it. “That one.”

You could hear him wince, “Hey hey, easy on the hair little lady. I’m not ready to go bald yet.”

You can’t help but laugh now, and soon there’s two pairs of eyes on you and the padding of small feet in your direction

“Look!” a small hand clamps around your own, pulling you into the room. “I made daddy pretty.”

Your gaze is met by five haphazardly made ponytails and a lopsided grin.

“Your turn.”

[shares-a-vest]

Prompt: Argyle (Discord Drabble) My first time writing Stragyle really got away from me...

Robin rounds the corner into the Harrington's kitchen, wondering where the hell her best friend got to. Steve went to get more beers and just never returned to the TV room, leaving her to suffer through a bickering match between Nancy and Eddie about...

Well, she doesn't exactly know what. Only that between Steve disappearing, Jonathan falling asleep on the rug and Argyle setting about making pizzas for dinner, Robin feels utterly abandoned.

She rolls her eyes at the sight awaiting her in the kitchen.

Argyle is kneading pizza dough with the utmost expertise, psychedelic print sleeves rolled up as he dons one of Mrs Harrington's frilly aprons. He's humming a tune in time with his movements, swaying along too.

And across the counter sits Steve, planted firmly in place and not fetching more beers as he stares – nay, gawks at their new friend.

She has to clap a hand over her mouth to stifle a laugh.

It's not that Steve is wracking up yet another tally on her mental 'You Suck' Board, his look of awe is endearing, if maybe just a teeny tiny bit pathetic as he leans forward like he is about to say something, likely giving Argyle a line that isn't all that smooth but will make him laugh anyway.

But then Steve shuts his gaping mouth with a click as Argyle looks up and notices Robin's lingering.

"Steve-o and I got a little carried away here," he apologises, lifting his hands so the dough stretches out and makes all these gross holes and stringy bits.

Robin shudders and looks at her best friend, who appears caught off guard. He hums, floundering a little more.

"You were supposed to be getting us beer," Robin offers and at that, Steve slips off his stool in one fluid motion.

He runs a hand through his hair and Robin swears Mr Casanova himself is blushing.

"Yeah..." he sighs with a lop-sided smile, "Sorry."

He shoots her a look – that look Steve has been giving her ever since he confessed to having a crush on Argyle about a month ago. A crush that he seems to not do anything about. Instead doing this. Lingering and gawking like a pea-brained goldfish.

It will happen.

At some point...

She thinks.

God, she hopes...

"Please hurry," she says, nodding in understanding before returning to a snarky schtick of glaring, "Nance and Eddie are gonna break the television."

"Give them this," Argyle says, grinning and tilting his head as he reaches into his layered shirt pocket for a joint.

His fingers are doughy and sticky, but Robin takes it anyway.

"Get the beer," she commands, giving her best friend a playful shove in what she thinks is the direction of the garage that might contain the beer fridge.

-🍕🍕🍕-

Steve forgets what he came out to the second garage for by the time the interior door to the house slams shut behind him.

He'd walked down the hall, past the laundry and into the main garage with Argyle on his mind, his name racing through his pea-brain like a goddamn slot machine.

Argyle with his cooking skills. His hands kneading and rolling –

Steve yelps as the broken lock clicks, sealing his fate.

"Shit!" he curses, clamping his hand over the doorknob on instinct.

He shakes it and bumps at the door with his left shoulder for good measure.

But it's no use.

He screws his eyes shut. Unfortunately, this isn't the first time he has locked himself in the garage in search of extra alcoholic beverages.

Only this time a lifeline is nearby, closer than pressing the automatic door open and rounding the whole house to the front door where he doubts he'll be heard over Eddie's lively commentary of god knows what movie the group are up to now.

He's sure he had been in the kitchen with Argyle for at least the remaining runtime of that dumb sci-fi movie that was a selection of Jonathan's.

He releases the doorknob and scrubs a hand over his face.

Jesus, how long had he been speechless and staring at Argyle kneading that dough. His hands working expertly as he hummed a tune and swayed.

Steve smiles.

Argyle, who isn't too far away with his perfect hair and his perfect hands and his perfect smile and...

He swore to himself he was going to say something this time. Make a move – something.

It should be simple enough. They've talked. They're friends. He has workshopped countless game plans with Robin – who seems to be growing increasingly annoyed with his inaction.

Steve rolls off his shoulder and slumps against the door, allowing his socks to gradually slide along the concrete slab flooring and gently lower him down to the ground.

-🍕🍕🍕-

Argyle frowns at the closed door in front of him and takes a step back.

He's sure this is the hallway Steve turned down. But then again, the guy's house is like a maze. Luckily he doesn't do anything like sleepwalking, or else he'd be in trouble when everyone finally crashes for the night.

As he reaches for the handle, Argyle wonders if Steve sleepwalks. He knows he talks in his sleep – has nightmares too.

They talked about once, after a night like tonight where they found themselves sleepless and sitting out on the back patio under the stars. Chatting quietly while everyone else slept soundly.

He stops himself at the door.

Maybe He's probably at the wrong garage. Hell, even if this is the right door, Steve still could have moved back inside.

Argyle can just imagine him walking back into the TV room, beers in hand and smiling as he offers them to his friends. He'd need to wipe the condensation off his hands onto his jeans – those tight jeans.

Argyle gulps and looks down at his flour-dusted sneakers.

Then again, Steve doesn't need someone to hold his hand to fetch some cold ones out of the garage. Maybe he wants to be alone.

Maybe their talks are just friends talking, Argyle thinks as he begins to turn to walk back down the hall into the kitchen.

If he turns the right way, that is.

But a hearty sigh comes from behind the door, followed by someone thudding against it.

"Steve?" he asks, raising his hand to tap the backs of his fingers ever-so-softly on the door.

He notices a flour smudge and flicks it away before wiping his hands on the apron he is still wearing.

"Shit."

"Wait," he says, flitting his eye over the door, "Are you stuck in there, man?"

"... Yes."

Argyle tries for the doorknob but, even after a harsh twist, turn and tug, it doesn't open.

"It won't work," Steve grumbles, "You'll need the key. I have a spare on my keychain."

"Oh, cool man," Argyle shrugs, thumbing over his shoulder, "I'll just go grab – "

"– Argyle," Steve interjects, pausing almost instantly and Argyle finds his heart skipping a beat, "Can I just tell you something first?"

[magicbystarlight]

To Be Loved

warnings: 18+, allusions to sexual assault, physical assault, minors DNI

Just another quick drabble to stretch those writing muscles

“How does it feel to be loved?” Aegon’s words were hushed, as if spoken any louder they’d break. Red rimmed eyes accompanied the red flush of his naked body as he stood in front of you. His night clothes lay discarded across his floor.

You’d been warned of this years before. Female servants cornered and abused by the prince, moon tea forced down there throat before they’re put on a ship sailing east. It had been nearly four years since the last had disappeared. Dyana. She’d been a sweet, simple girl. No girl had been allowed alone with him for months after, but as his behavior seemed to end so had the rule.

“I,” you wished the tray of food you’d brought him was still in your hands rather than sat on the table, “I cannot say, my Prince.” Panic gripped you as his hands flashed forward. One tangled itself in your hair with an iron grip, the other taking hold of the side of your neck.

“Of course you can say,” he spat, your pleas to be released ignored. “Tell me how does it feel?”

Tears wet your cheeks as you struggled against his grip. “Please, my lord. I have no husband, my parents died many moons ago. I do not know, I cannot say.”

His hold softened as he pulled you to him, breath that reeked of wine fanning your face. Bile rose in your throat at the feeling of his cock stirring to life. “Then I shall show you.”

[minhosimthings]

Vanilla Meat

Synopsis: In which your husband makes your weird pregnancy cravings.

Pairings: Husband!Minho × pregnant reader (fem duh)

Warnings: FLUFFY SHIT YEAH. Mention of throwing up, mention of food

A/N: One more drabble because I have writer's block rn. Absolutely cannot write another chapter. College is getting more work filled, so I'll try to update more often if I can! Oh btw, I took inspo from my cousin! She had really weird cravings when she was preggers and she told me some stories so this is based off of that!

Your mouth tasted so weird today. And you had no idea why. Oh wait you did have an idea. And that was the baby growing in your currently ravenous stomach. Being pregnant was harder than you thought (and your mom had told you) and now, at five and half months, your mouth started craving weird things. Thankfully you had a husband and said husband was a simp for you so he would basically make you anything you asked for, but not before giving you the biggest side eye ever.

"Kitten you ok?" Minho was leaning against your side as you bent over the toilet seat. Morning sickness had gotten worse since your fourth month even though your doctor assured you that morning sickness usually subsides by the fourth month. But then again, as I said, dear audience, you were a weird person. "Yeah I think I'm fine. I, uh, alright don't get mad but I didn't take my meds today." Minho sighed deeply at your words as he helped you get back on your feet. He knew you hated taking meds, pills especially since you didn't like the way they got stuck in your throat and you had to force it down although you enjoyed doing that with other things. Minho helped you get comfortably into bed and tucked the corners of your baby blue blanket in just like the way you like it. You smiled sweetly at him, silently appreciating your husband for doing so much for you. "Kitten please you've got to take those meds. I know you don't like them but I don't like avocado and you forced me to try them so now you're gonna have to pay me back." You pouted and furrowed your brows at his words. You tried to put on the best puppy eyes you could but you knew they wouldn't work on the sexy man standing in front off you, in a black turtleneck sweater with rolled up sleeves which made you kinda horny. Minho sighed again and cupped your face gently and said, in a tone unlike his normal one, "How about I make you something and then you take the meds?" Your eyes lit up at that as you did a tiny bounce and looked at Minho, like a child looking at the ice cream man. "Only if you take the meds though." Minho added sternly gently moving his hands to your aching legs. You thought for a moment before extending your hand out and shaking Minho's after which he placed a gentle kiss on your hand. "I'll make some japchae and order your favourite songpyeon ok?" "Actually baby?" Your voice stopped Minho as he made to get up. "Can you make me something weird?" Minho's face contorted into one of humour as he knelt down to your level and said, "Well of course your Highness. What delight would you like today?" You let out a tiny giggle and booped his nose. "I want meat." Minho was kind of taken back as he placed his hands softly on your belly and asked "That's it? Our baby is craving for dada's famous meat?" You tried to hide your mischievous smile and instead said in a playfully commanding voice, "Yes. Our baby is craving the best grilled meat in the kingdom. Oh and I would prefer if it was last night's meat please." Minho got up and kissed your forehead gently, but not before doing a tiny curtsey "Your wish is my command, Your Highness. Anything to go with the meat? Pudding perhaps?" "Can you also get me some of that vanilla ice cream Jisung left here last night?" Minho smiled and gently squeezed your hand before disappearing through the bedroom door.

He came back a few minutes (read : hours, since you were an inpatient and hungry pregnant woman) with a blue porcelain plate and your favourite pink bowl, which you expected was filled with ice cream. You pulled out your tiny bed table and settled it on the bedsheets as Minho put the delicious meat down along with the ice cream and to your disappointment, your packet of pills. You decided, however not to pull a face, and instead thanked your husband for bringing food to you. "Your welcome Jagiya. But you need to take the pills alright? Otherwise you can't see Doongie for a whole week." You let out a dramatic gasp at his words at his words and gave him a flying kiss, which he gratefully took. You took some of the slightly charred meat and picked up your ice cream spoon as Minho watched with curiosity, his cat like eyes wide open to form those cute star filled ones no one could resist. You then, to the horror of your husband, scooped some of the ice cream, put it on your piece of meat and then proceeded to put the entire thing in your mouth as Minho watched on very disgusted. He let out a very heavy sigh and said "Kitten, I know you're pregnant and I know all of your weird all cravings. And they've been normal usually like fish with mayo but kitten really? Vanilla ice cream with meat?" You looked Minho's cute frame and jut out your bottom lip to form a pout. "Just try It once Min. You'll like this I promise." Minho sighed again and said, "If I try it, because you've peaked my interest now, what will I get in return?" You thought for a moment and said "You can name our baby." Minho's eyes, now lit up with determination and excitement as he teased you, "Really kitten? Are you stooping that low for me to try your cravings?" You merely shrugged your shoulders and prepared another bite of the vanilla Meat for Minho as he took a deep breath and leaned forward, as if he was ready for combat. You gently pushed the meat into Minho's mouth and waited for his reaction, which, quite possibly, was the most adorable thing you have ever seen in your life. His closed eyes slowly opened and widened to form two big globes and mouth stayed closed. You couldn't decipher the expression on his face, but you knew it was the same expression he did whenever he ate pudding. "It's that good huh?" You questioned him. He was quick to shake his head. "That was the most disgusting thing I've ever eaten in my life, well except for Jisungie's cooking. Im gonna go wash up, while you eat the rest of your definetly not edible food." You threw him a sarcastic smile as he got up and went downstairs. You happily ate the rest of your food, with the nice thought in your head that Minho was definitely going to make this for you again. You didn't have the heart to tell him the next morning, that you heard him call Jisung in the dead of the night with the words, "Dude you gotta try meat with vanilla ice cream."

Epilogue

"Hon how are you eating that?" Minho was laying on his pillow, watching you eat Oreos with pieces of raw fish. You shrugged your shoulders and continued eating. "I mean it's what your twins are craving." "Alright then." You slightly smirked and turned your head towards Minho as he turned his head with the speed of lighting to face you. "WE'RE HAVING TWINS?"

[kassiekole22]

Don't you dare! Don't you fucking dare write a Josh Washington x Reader fic! You have too many WIPs already! You do not need to start writing for another fandom, especially when you haven't even finished the game yet! Don't you fucking da—

For fuck sakes... 🤦‍♀️

Lean On Me

Description: Your boyfriend Josh is having a hard time coping with his sisters' disappearance, so you try to comfort him the best you can... Warnings: Angst, Angst, And Fluff! 😁 Word Count: 800 A/N: Well, would you look at that. Me, Kassie Kolchek, is writing for another fandom. Who would have thought? I just needed to write this to make me feel a bit better about what happened while playing Until Dawn yesterday morning. 😅 So, here it is! My first Josh Washington x Reader drabble! Enjoy! 💖 MasterList: 🖤 Josh's Angels: @lorebite, @yellowroses-world, @house-of-kolchek, @yeslieutenant, @koexchange, @yesitsloulou, @mistmoose, @jasonexo, and @mornandil.

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I knocked on his old, wooden bedroom door only to hear nothing on the other side. It made my heart sink. Usually, I was able to cheer up Josh no matter what. But not during times like these. It had been five months since his sisters, Hannah and Beth had disappeared, all thanks to that stupid prank the others pulled on poor Hannah that night. The police had found nothing. Not a single trace of them even once existing on the mountains.

I stood at Josh's door, studying all of the chips and marks in the old, thin coat of paint, pondering if I should just leave him be. I couldn't bring myself to do it. I knew how badly he was hurting and leaving him to suffer in that much pain alone just felt wrong. I knocked again, hoping that he'd let his guard down and let me back into his heart so I could help him to heal the best I could.

"Josh?" I spoke softly after knocking my knuckles against the door three times and still not receiving an answer.

"Go away!" I heard him yell from the other side of the door. I could tell by the scratchy and worn out sound of his voice that he had been crying. Who could blame him?

"Josh, please. I want to be there for you. I want to help you." I felt a lump grow in my throat, making it difficult to speak as my own set of tears began to sting the corners of my eyes like salt in a wound. "I know I can't make the pain go away completely. But I could at least try and make it a bit better for you. Please."

Things went silent for a moment before I heard the soft sound of socked feet dragging across the carpet floor, followed by the sound of the door unlocking. The door unexpectedly swung open and Josh stood on the other side. His eyes were swollen and red from crying and his hair was a tangled up mess. He had a bit of fresh stubble growing on his face and probably hadn't showered in a few days. Maybe even a week. In all the time I had known him, I had never seen him this bad before. It broke my heart.

"Josh, I-" My words got cut off by a startled gasp when Josh reached out, grabbed me by the arms and pulled me closer so he could wrap his arms around me tightly.

"Please, stay with me." He sobbed as he buried his face into the crook of my neck. I rubbed his back in slow circles to sooth him and to let him know that I was there for him.

"Don't worry, Josh. I won't leave you." I murmured as I pulled away a little, just so I could look him in the eyes. I raised my hand to his face and softly caressed his tear-soaked cheek, feeling the stubble underneath my touch. "Let's go lay down."

He nodded his head slowly with a sniffle and I took his hand in my own before leading him back to his bed. We got under the covers and snuggled together closely. Usually he'd be the big spoon, but tonight, it was clear that he wanted to be held. I wrapped my arms around him, blanketing him in my warmth as I hummed him a sweet song to sooth him and take his mind off of the grief that had been infecting his mind like a venomous virus with no mercy.

He nuzzled his face into my chest and listened to my voice as his breathing slowed and became normal again. We laid like that for around five minutes before he finally raised his tired head to see me. To my surprise, the corners of his lips turned up into a small smile. I was so shocked. I hadn't seen him smile since his sisters disappeared.

"Thank you." He whispered softly. His glossed over eyes twinkled due to the faint moonlight that was casted over us from the window. I smiled down at him before caressing his face again.

"No need to thank me. I'm here for you no matter what. And I always will be." His smile broadened at my words as he leaned into my touch, relishing in the warmth my hand provided.

He returned to nuzzling his face into my chest and let out a content sigh. Continuing to hum to him, I began stroking his soft hair until he fell asleep in my arms. I watched him sleep peacefully in my embrace for awhile before finally letting my exhaustion consume me and falling alseep with a smile on my face, knowing that he'd be in my arms when I woke up.

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[draqo-pctter]

a year abroad // a dreo drabble

words: 755 | tags: mild angst, happy ending, slight nsfw

Coming home had been harder than Theo had expected. Once he’d stepped foot on the continent, he hadn’t wanted to leave. In the British Isles, one often got the feeling that they were stuck in some sort of bubble. But, once that bubble burst, what else was there to do but keep running as far as his legs could take him?

Standing in front of a plain wooden door in South London while rain soaked through his clothes seemed the right kind of punishment for staying away for so long. It was his first stop on a long apology tour – the apology he knew would be the hardest. The hardest to make and the hardest to forgive.

Finally, the sound of locks being turned and the door moving on its hinges. Draco was even more beautiful than Theo had remembered. Grander, somehow. More befitting of the sharp and angular cut of the Malfoy form.

Theo wanted so many things. Time had erased what it felt like to run his fingers along Draco’s jaw or the exact color of his skin as Theo kissed his neck. Even the memory of Draco’s laughter was a hollow shell of what it had been once.

“Why?”

Such a simple word. And damning. Two unfeeling eyes stared back at him from the safety of a warmly lit foyer. Would those eyes forgive him?

“I needed to.” There was no point in lying. “I needed to know what else was out there for me.”

Draco scoffed, and the sound of it made the rain feel like ice.

“Am I supposed to pity you for finding anything?” Theo had heard that tone on Draco’s lips once before – the night he’d left.

“Draco, please–”

“You don’t know what it was like!” Theo could do nothing as Draco’s composure broke. “When the Ministry took everything away, and all we had was each other. Well, Pansy had Blaise. I had nothing.”

His words hit exactly where Draco intended.

“You could have come with me–”

“I didn’t want to leave.” Three years and his protest hadn’t changed. “How could I possibly leave a place I almost destroyed?”

Theo bit back his old argument – that Draco’s reasoning was the exact reason he should have left with him. He couldn’t heal in a place where he’d gone through so much. At least Theo couldn’t.

“I thought about you every day.” Another truth. “And I always intended to come back.”

“You said you’d be gone a year.” Theo thought of the owl he’d never responded to – the one sent when he’d been gone a year and four months. The last owl he’d gotten. “And then you vanished. I don’t care if you thought about me every minute. You left me.”

Theo shouldn’t have kissed him. Nothing in Draco’s words suggested it would be welcome. But, when his voice broke on the word left, it snapped the last bits of restraint. Draco let him step through the door, Theo’s hands on his cheeks and pressing him against the wall. When he kissed Theo back, his mind spun.

“I’m sorry.” Still, he didn’t stop. Draco closed the door with a quick shove, then he grabbed at Theo’s jacket like he might disappear if he didn’t hold on.

“You should have stayed.”

He would argue about it later. Right then, he teased Draco’s mouth with his tongue and groaned when he gave Theo what he wanted.

“Let me make it up to you.”

With one last nip at Draco’s bottom lip, Theo began to kiss along his jaw to his throat while a hand traveled down the front of his shirt. The muscles he found were more defined than when he’d left as if Draco had begun making an effort to stay in shape.

“You haven’t changed.”

Draco made little effort to hide the breathlessness of his words. Theo’s hand found the waistband of his slacks, and he toyed idly with the button. The shape of Draco’s cock, already hard, tempted him in ways no other sight could.

“Have you changed?” Theo scraped his teeth along the spot where Draco’s pulse beat the hardest. It earned him a moan as Draco’s hips bucked toward his instinctively.

“Haven’t I?”

There was something in the look on Draco’s face that sent a thrill running down Theo’s spine. He pulled away to stare into Draco’s eyes for a few moments, soaking in the sight of his flushed cheeks and the sweat dotting his hairline.

“Let’s find out,” Theo whispered as he dropped to his knees.

[tonowarii]

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Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan

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Ao'nung

Rotxo

Jake Sully

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Ronal

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Miles Quaritch

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Remember

Rated General Audiences, Lite WoLExarch

Ahmi looked out at the Crystarium as she tugged on her armor, sighing to herself as she watched the crowds below celebrate their newfound night sky. She was happy to see it, but it was hard for her to stop thinking about him when she was so close to the Crystal Tower.

A bustling city at the foot of the tower, with people that took care of and relied on its protection. The way it shined in the starlight, the same way it did on the late nights she spent with the Sons of Saint Coinach instead of returning to Revenant’s Toll for the night.

Ahmi was so lost in thought that she didn’t even notice the Crystal Exarch until he was next to her. “Not enjoying the festivities?”

Ahmi jumped, though it took her but a moment to ease herself once she realized it was only the Exarch. “No, that’s not it. I’m just... thinking, that’s all.”

“May I ask of what?” the Exarch hummed, taking a step forward to stand next to her on the high-rise walkway that spanned over the upper half of the city. He placed a hand on the banister, his skin surprisingly wrinkle-free despite how old he claimed he was.

Ahmi nodded, “Just of some old friends, that’s all. They would have loved to see the Tower like this.” She smiled under her words, turning to look at the beautiful blue spires.

The Exarch’s grip tightened against the banister, though Ahmi didn’t notice. “I am full glad to know that friends of the Warrior would be impressed with it,” he hesitated, knowing that pushing further would only make him long for what he left behind, but he couldn’t help it. “What were these friends like?”

Ahmi smiled, turning back to look at the Exarch before leaning back against the railing. “I say they, as I’m sure the Sons of Saint Coinach would all be thrilled, but I think G’raha Tia would have been the most excited. I always felt so bad leaving him behind... he wanted to explore the tower more than anyone, be the first to see it. I felt as though I was undeserving to go in first compared to people like him, who dedicated so much time to uncovering the secrets of the tower.”

G’raha Tia. G’raha Tia G’raha Tia G’raha Tia-

His own name swam through his mind, in her voice, as she spoke of her time opening the Tower. He knew it all so well, of course, he was there. She was speaking about him so fondly. However, the Exarch simply cleared his throat to cover himself before speaking. “I’m sure he understood. I read that the Tower had many dangerous foes to battle before it could be properly studied, so I’m sure he was very appreciative of your efforts.”

Ahmi chuckled and shook her head, “I know he could have handled it, but I suppose I understand why Rammbroes wanted to keep him safe. We never would have gotten as far as we did without him, so in hindsight it was for the best.”

G’raha was thankful for the hood he wore, as he could feel how flushed his face was by now. His heart practically stopped at the notion of the Warrior trusting him enough to run into battle with her was almost too much for him to handle.

“Are... are you sure you didn’t find any sign of him in the Tower?” Ahmi suddenly asked, quieter than her normal boisterous demeanor.

G’raha’s heart sank as he watched her gaze drift away again. It would be so easy for him to reveal himself now, with no one else around. It would be so much easier to make them trust his actions, but... he knew it would only make the end harder for both of them.

“...No, I am afraid not. I apologize.” His hands shook as he steadied himself against the railing, trying to cover his nerves by pretending to look down at the crowd below them.

G’raha watched her ears flatten against her head momentarily, but her troubled frown didn’t leave her face. “Well, thanks for listening to me babble on. I think I’m going to get some sleep, though. Goodnight, Exarch.” Ahmi stepped away and waved slightly before turning around and leaving him, the soft thud of her boots hitting the metal of the walkway as she did.

When she was finally out of sight, G’raha gripped the railing and let out a quiet sob.

She remembers G’raha Tia.

She remembers me.