#sages drunk drabbles

[saetoru]

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。underneath the stars (looking for a sign)

synopsis. al-haitham thinks waking up beside you feels like a dream—well, until it doesn’t

— word count. 4.1k (how did a drabble get here sobs)

— contents. pining al-haitham, honestly it’s mutual pining lol, gn! reader, implied one night stands, consumption of alcohol (both reader and al-haitham) reader is a matra, al-haitham is acting grand sage, it’s basically the “avoid my crush after i accidentally sleep with him until he corners me” trope lol, confessions, brief angst and then a happily ever after, sfw + fluff, not proof read—this was entirely written on tumblr drafts through mobile app. yeah. we raw dogged this bad boy lmao

— notes. if you knew. how many wips i have with him. you would be astounded :,) he’s all that matters anymore

al-haitham wakes up to a bed much softer than his, red flag number one. there’s also a weight on his chest, red flag number two. red flag number three, however, doesn’t make itself apparent until he opens his eyes and sees you.

oh. not good. you’re covered in the sheets, but you’re clearly…topless, and a quick glance at his own torso tells him he’s also not clothed. oh. double not good.

but there’s also a small voice in his head that’s cheering and patting himself on the shoulder—he’s managed to fall into the bed of the very person he’s been quietly pining over for months, what more can a guy possibly ask for?

but unfortunately, his mini celebration in his inner thoughts is disrupted when you open your eyes at the disturbance from his movement—and before he can get even one word in, you shriek. rather loudly, too—it makes him wince at the sound (he’s always had sensitive ears.)

“what are you doing here?” you gasp, “and why haven’t you got a shirt—wait. why haven’t i got a shirt on?”

“well, it seems—”

“you slept with me?” you gasp again, cutting him off as your face twists in disbelief, “while i was drunk?”

“i was drunk too,” he points out, frowning at the accusations. al-haitham is a respectable man, and more importantly, he cares about you too much to take advantage of your inebriated state like that. “it was a two way street.”

that seems to calm you for…approximately two seconds before your face twists in horror again.

“al-haitham,” you wail his name in despair, slumping onto your mattress in defeat, “this is the worst thing we could have done. do you realize that?”

oh. you regret this—the voice in his head suddenly stops cheering. it deflates, in fact.

worst thing. is this really the worst thing? al-haitham thinks you both have always gotten along rather well, and he’s always taken your slightly stuttered words and nervous chuckles as a testament to holding the same attraction he holds for you. but maybe he was too quick to assume you feel the same, and your words now feel like a boulder on his chest. they’re heavy. soul crushingly heavy, in fact—but he keeps the blank expression on his face ever so easily.

“yes, it seems a bit inappropriate for coworkers to have an entanglement,” he agrees after a moment, making you whine at his word choice.

“you don’t have to call it that,” you huff.

then, out of sheer curiosity (and absolutely nothing else), you take a quick peek from the corner of your eyes at his chest. in your defense, his shirt leaves practically little left to the imagination, and when else will you get the opportunity to see his (very impressive) chest? a peek won’t hurt.

you’re thoroughly impressed when your eyes catch his sculpted pecs. his eyes are thoroughly unimpressed when they catch your gaze.

“well, what would you like to do about our predicament?” he asks flatly.

acting uninterested is the hardest part, he realizes. here, you’re within reach for his arm to curl around you, and yet somehow, there still feels like there are miles of space between you in the sheets. it’s a bitter reality, he thinks, one that stings a bit more than he’s ever really imagined.

al-haitham has witnessed lots of rejections in his time. whether it’s at the akademiya where he is the unfortunate witness of a rejected confession, or in novels he reads of unrequited feelings. he however never thought he’d land himself in the same situation—even if he hasn’t technically confessed to you yet. but your reaction definitely feels like one, and he’s smart enough to deduce that if he did confess, you wouldn’t take too kindly to the idea.

sure, it’s a bit unprofessional for the acting grand sage to have a relationship with one of the akademiya’s top matra that he works with rather frequently, but al-haitham is only the temporary grand sage. technically, after this, he will be going back to being the scribe who makes himself scarce on a regular basis. and it’s not very unprofessional for the scribe and a matra to be romantically involved, he’d like to argue. most people meet their significant others through the akademiya in the first place—why should he be any different?

but one glance at your face tells him you’re rather unhappy with this situation. he thinks he can hear a crack where the boulder resides on his chest.

“i think you should leave,” you mumble, chewing nervously on your lip, “and don’t say anything about this to anyone. especially not cyno.”

“noted,” he says blandly. you turn away, letting him have the privacy to rise out of bed and dress—which he does as slowly as possible, just to drag out the feeling of being in your bedroom for just a while longer—before he says clears his throat. “i’ll be seeing you,” he says.

“sure,” you nod awkwardly, “see you at uh…see you at work.”

with that, he walks out of your bedroom, and sees himself out. as soon as you hear the front door shut, you turn and scream into your pillow—the same pillow that happened to be under al-haitham’s head for the entire night, the same pillow that smells like his shampoo.

you think for a moment how you can never wash this pillow case again—and then, when you realize just what you’ve thought, you scream again.

you might just be entirely screwed.

—————

“and where have you been?” kaveh is waiting in the kitchen as soon as al-haitham enters.

great.

kaveh has a talent for making himself available to chatter away into al-haitham’s ear on the most stressful of days. whether it’s to greet him with complaints about having no help with cleaning after a long day of work, or to bang on his office door and demand an explanation for rejected funds as he does paperwork, or to ask where he’s been after he’s been wounded rather harshly by the one person he’s ever felt romantically inclined for, kaveh is always there at the worst possible timing.

leave it to kaveh to sour his mood more.

“i don’t see how it’s any of your business,” al-haitham mutters, grabbing the glass of water on the table and chugging it to help with the slight hangover he nurses—it’s evidently not his best morning in more ways than one.

“hey, that’s my glass,” kaveh scolds, “get your own.”

“it’s actually my glass. from my grandmothers set,” al-haitham corrects his roommate, “and i pay the water bills. so it’s my water too.”

“you—” kaveh shakes with frustration. it would pull a bit of an amused grin on al-hairham’s face if he wasn’t in the worst mood possible. “nevermind,” kaveh huffs, crossing his arms, “where were you—wait, is that a hickey?”

“no,” al-haitham says instantly, pulling his cloak higher to cover his neck—but kaveh beats him to it, reaching over and inspecting his skin. he seems to light up as soon as he realizes it is, in fact, a hickey on al-haitham’s neck.

“it is a hickey,” he grins gleefully, gasping in sheer disbelief that al-haitham seems to have some sort of life outside of work and home, “this can’t be. did you pay someone to get into bed with you—”

“just because some of us can afford such services doesn’t mean we indulge in them,” al-haitham grumbles, which earns an offended gasp from the blonde, “and i’m not obligated to tell you where, or with who for that matter, i was—”

“was it that matra you’re always standing around with?” kaveh grins knowingly, cutting him off.

the mere mention of you must make his face fall—which is new, because al-haitham has always been good at hiding his emotions on his face. but kaveh seems to have realized he’s overstepped, because his smile fades just as quickly as it comes.

“it doesn’t matter,” al-haitham mutters, “it was a mistake.”

“a mistake? but you’ve been pathetically pining for months, anyone with eyes can see—”

“i’ll be going to work now,” al-haitham cuts kaveh off, “make sure you pay this months rent on time.”

with that, he turns, making his way to his room to shower and then be off to the akademiya—where he equal parts hopes he doesn’t see you, and equal parts hopes he runs into you just to catch a glimpse of you again.

—————

you haven’t seen al-haitham is six days—correction: you’ve avoided al-haitham for six days. admittedly, it’s becoming increasingly difficult seeing as he is the acting grand sage, and you do need him to approve of your reports from recent investigations—but then you remember how six days ago, in the darkly lit corner of the street on your way home, you both kissed.

(and yes, it was a drunken mistake—neither you nor al-haitham value public displays of inappropriate affection between coworkers, but that doesn’t erase what happened.)

perhaps it would be easy to laugh it off as an impulsive action the both of you took while being under the influence, but then you both stumbled into your house. and then your bed. and then a kiss turned into more…and then next thing you knew, you’ve been awakened to a very unclothed (but still very handsome) al-haitham next to you in the mattress.

you should be mature and face him—people can sleep with people and not let it mean anything, proper adults would simply brush over this and never look back. but al-haitham is a bit of a difficult scenario.

he’s handsome—painfully so, with those sculpted muscles and those soft strands of hair that fall perfectly over his face. but more than he is easy on the eyes, he’s a charming individual. at least to you—you think the majority of the akademiya would have to disagree.

but al-haitham is kind, he greets you properly, holds doors open for you, and he often notices when you’re tired just by looking at you before giving you extensions on reports. he’s caring, you can tell because he’s helped people more than once, and while he claims it’s for the sake of his own convenience so he can avoid extra trouble, you know that he doesn’t have the heart to turn away from those that need him. more importantly, al-haitham is disciplined—it’s something all matra such as yourself can appreciate.

he seeks out knowledge in the most moral of methods, he never crosses limits or abuses power even when he holds the ability to, and he never takes advantage of the authority he may hold over others.

he’s wonderful, you can’t help but think—and admittedly, his hands also have very attractive veins that make you sweat a little. but that’s not the important part, of course. the important part is how perfect his character is, if you take the moment to understand it. and you like to think you understand it—much more than most at the akademiya.

except romancing the akademiya’s grand sage isn’t the best look for a matra—especially if you want to climb up the ranks soon. you don’t want rumors spread to undermine your hard work…or worse, be accused by the general mahamatra of taking your position as the grand sage’s lover to your advantage for work gains.

cyno is a strict individual—you’d hate to get on his bad side. and just as you think about how awful it would be if he got the wrong impression, he walks right up to you.

with that serious look on his face—why does he always have that serious look on his face?

“grand sage al-haitham requests you in his office,” he says. you don’t detect any suspicion in his voice, and it seems like a perfectly normal statement, but that’s the thing about cyno. he’s too good at not letting his movements be read, too good at cornering caged animals before dragging them by the ankles out in the open, exposed and vulnerable.

you gulp. “did he say why?” you ask, “i’m a bit busy.”

“no,” cyno shakes his head—and then he looks at you oddly, “you don’t seem busy.”

“well….this report won’t write itself,” you chuckle nervously, which only makes his brows furrow in confusion.

“wasn’t that due two days ago?”

fuck.

“yes….but al-haitham gave me an extension.”

“he seems to give you a lot of those,” cyno points out, unimpressed.

well, that’s great, you think. surely, there is no other matra as good at losing composure and making things more obvious for themselves than you.

“i haven’t been feeling well,” you say quickly—which isn’t the worst excuse, seeing as you’ve hardly shown your face at the akademiya for the last few days.

cyno seems to buy it too, because he nods in understanding before giving you a concerned look. “you shouldn’t push yourself, you know,” he lectures, “being sick snot fun.” you blink, and he looks thoroughly amused with himself. “get it? because when you’re sick, you might have a runny nose? snot? and—”

“right,” you nod, “i’ll be seeing the grand sage now. i wouldn’t want to keep him waiting.”

at least you know cyno has not made any….inappropriate assumptions if he’s making jokes, as painful as they might be. you’re not sure if you’d rather face al-haitham or continue to listen to the general mahamatra’s interesting sense of humor, but the closer you get to the grand sage’s office, the more you want to turn back and find cyno again.

but you’re an adult, and adults do adult things sometimes, and sometimes they’re not the most ideal, but the only way to handle such situations is the adult way—to be mature and not let things get in the way of being professional. easy enough.

at least, you hope.

—————

“you called for me, grand sage?”

ouch. al-haitham has now been reduced to grand sage, not just al-haitham. he looks at you for a moment, and he tries—really, he does—to seem unbothered, but his brows crinkle before he can stop them.

“i did, yes,” he says, looking at you.

you look lovely—which, you always do, even when you’re nervous. he can tell you are because you have that habit of chewing on your lip when you’re nervous, and he hates that he makes you anxious enough to do that right now.

al-haitham has always hated the gap between him and everyone else—not because he enjoys being close to others, but because it’s burdensome to always seem like a pretentious asshole. being interpreted as one over the years has left him quite numb to what other people think….but that’s not the case with you, unfortunately. he wonders if you’ve ever thought he was an asshole, or if you’ve ever felt that he acts like he’s better than you are. he hopes you’ve never talked to him and thought he’s condescending like kaveh insists he is—he hopes you find value in his honesty and find him insightful.

he thinks you might have at one point, if the way carrying conversation with you is so easy is of any proof. it feels natural, talking to you. your voice is smooth, especially when it reads over mission reports to him in his office. your laugh is even smoother, though—it’s soft, and honeyed, it sounds like something he’s been missing his whole life.

everything about you feels like something he’s been missing his whole life, like he was born to be with you by his side, and he’s been empty without you all along.

you clear your throat, handing him papers as you pull him from his thoughts and say, “here is the report for that last investigation,” you say quietly, “i apologize for the untimeliness. it won’t happen again—”

“that’s not why i called you,” he cuts you off.

al-haitham is a straightforward man. he’s watched many confessions, and he’s read about many confessions, and he’s even thought about how his own confessions might go should he ever find someone he finds interest in.

but this isn’t interest. al-haitham is not interested in you—he needs you. to call this a confession might be incorrect, he thinks for a moment, because this almost feels like he’s about to plead for you to give him a chance.

“oh,” your voice is small.

you think you have an inkling of an idea of what he’ll bring up, and you contemplate running out of his office and begging cyno to tell you a few more of his jokes….or a few dozen….maybe a few hundred to be safe.

“we should talk about that night—”

“well, there’s not much to talk about,” you say simply, “you and i are consenting adults, and we happened to be heavily under the influence, which caused a lapse in judgement. it’s a bit unprofessional, sure, but as long as neither of us say anything, and as long as we manage to keep a professional atmosphere between the two of us, there shouldn’t be any—”

he cuts off your (rehearsed in the bathroom mirror many times) speech as he clears his throat. “i….” the words are caught in his throat.

for a lifetime of straightforward honesty and blunt words, it seems like now of all times he can’t seem to speak.

“you…?” you motion for him to continue.

“i enjoyed it.”

you sputter. his eyes widen as he stumbles over his words when he realizes what he’s really said.

“grand sage,” you gasp, “i think that’s hardly appropriate for—”

“n-no, i meant i enjoyed you,” he says quickly, making you furrow your brows.

“and what does that mean? because—”

“i enjoyed being with you,” he croaks. it’s a good thing kaveh isn’t here to witness this, because as a self proclaimed expert at love (which al-haitham would have to disagree), kaveh would have an absolute ball watching this. “i don’t….i would prefer if we didn’t pretend nothing happened,” he mumbles, “if you feel the same, that is.”

everything about al-haitham is hopeful. from the way his eyes watch your every movement as they stare at you, to the way he clutches the pen in his hand tightly in anticipation of your response, he’s hopeful. you can tell.

you can tell he’s hopeful you’ll say yes, that he’s hopeful you’ll say you feel the same way as him, that he’s hopeful he’ll see you again in a setting that’s not just for work and mission reports and investigation details.

he’s hopeful you’ll say yes to his pleading eyes and fill that empty spot beside him that’s been empty for far too long.

and it feels like swallowing lead when you sigh heavily and watch the hope crumble.

“al-haitham,” you mumble, “this wouldn’t be very wise, you know?”

“and why’s that?” the hurt in his face is almost tangible.

he’s not foreign to rejections, he’s witnessed them his whole life. he watched that haravatat scholar that declined the amurta one outside of class that one year. he read about that main character that found self respect and declined the toxic love interest in that novel he read last summer. he’s declined his own fair share of confessions by random scholars that stare a bit too long at his chest and arms for his liking.

but for some reason, he never imagined it to feel like this. like being with your for one second longer might just burn his skin, but being away from you might leave him cold and numb. al-haitham thinks that if you walked out that door, you might just take every bit of warmth he’s ever known from him—but sitting in front of you, in front of your sorrowed expression and sympathetic eyes….it might be too much heat for him to handle.

“well, you’re the grand sage, and i’m a matra—”

“acting grand sage,” he corrects, “it’s temporary. i’ll be back to being the akademiya’s scribe in a short bit.”

“but people talk,” you insist, “and i’ve worked hard to be a respectable matra, and i wouldn’t want anyone to think i’ve slept my way to the top. plus, the general mahamatra is technically my boss, and he’s very strict—”

“the general mahamatra and i drink at taverns together quite often,” he says pointedly, “he’s well aware of how i feel.”

“you told cyno?” you gasp, shooting him a sharp look, “i asked you specifically not to—”

“he’s known of my feelings before that night,” he assures, “evidently i’m not very subtle.”

“well,” you hum, biting back a smile, “no, you aren’t.”

he raises a brow, tilting his head in confusion. “you’ve known?”

“al-haitham,” you chuckle, eyeing him fondly. something about the way your smile is so bright makes him clutch his pen tighter. “you aren’t the most social, you know. but you always have something to say to me.”

“that doesn’t always mean anything,” he mumbles, blush rising to the tips of his ears.

he’s endearing this way, you decide—when he’s flustered and almost pouting and flushed a bright shade of pink. you think for a second that maybe, if you kiss him for a bit in the comforts of his office, no one will ever have to know.

“but it does, doesn’t it?” you tease.

“and if you’ve indulged it all this time, am i safe to assume it means something to you too?” he asks, raising a brow.

you should say no. sleeping with the grand sage and kissing him in his office and maybe even going on dates and possibly holding hands is hardly a good look—but the scribe….well, maybe the scribe is a different story.

“ask me again when you’re the akademiya’s scribe,” you say, biting back a smile, “perhaps my answer will be different then.”

“i see,” he nods, biting back a smile of his own, “i suppose the grand sage isn’t everyone’s type, huh?”

“no,” you chuckle, “i suppose not. but the scribe….well, he’s rather charming.” you walk up to him, lean down and press a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth as you mumble, “i don’t mind waiting for the scribe.”

“well, lucky for you, you won’t have to wait too long,” he hums.

he watches you leave his office—and then he decides that when he clocks out at five pm sharp later, he’ll go straight home, tell kaveh that he is, in fact capable in the field of romance, and demand this month’s rent.

—————

“haitham, we’re out of eggs,” you pout, poking your head out of the fridge, “will you bring some on the way home today?”

“we would have eggs if kaveh didn’t use all of mine,” al-haitham grumbles, glaring at the blonde who gasps in offense. 

“and you help yourself to my beer, don’t you? i deserve a few eggs,” kaveh huffs. 

“well, make sure you pay this month’s rent on time. we’re going to buy some more furniture for our room.”

this time, kaveh turns to you in disbelief—you find it amusing how he seems to still find it improbable that anyone would like to spend longer than five minutes with al-haitham, let alone share a bedroom.

“are you really sure you want to do this? what could you possibly see in him? he’s the most aggravating individual i’ve ever had the pleasure of talking to,” kaveh eyes you in concern as you walk over and press a soft kiss to al-haitham’s forehead, earning himself an unimpressed glare from the scribe and making you giggle. 

“he is a bit aggravating,” you agree with a teasing glint, pinching al-haitham’s cheek as he scoffs, “but i think he’s just nice to me because i sleep with him.”

“that’s gross,” kaveh wrinkles his nose, “you had better not be doing anything i can hear from my room—that would be traumatic. although, it must be more traumatic for you,” he says with sympathy.

“if you don’t like it, you can simply move out,” al-haitham, shrugs, wrapping an arm around your waist. as much as you love your boyfriend—and you love him quite a bit, you can’t help but mourn the fact that constant bickering will now become a staple in your daily routine. 

“are you threatening me?” kaveh gasps before he turns to you with his finger pointing to al-haitham, “do you see? this is your future, i hope you know that. he’s much more unpleasant to live with, i’m warning you in advance—don’t say i didn’t try.”

“well, i’m sure he’ll be on his best behavior for me,” you grin, eyeing al-haitham playfully as your fingers weave into his hair, “otherwise, i’ll have to come sleep in your room when i’m mad at him.”

you think, for the first time ever, kaveh and al-haitham seem to agree on something as they both share a look of dread at your words.

pov: you write 3.8k words of build up for a plot just so you can write the last scene 😭

no bc literally i meant to write this as a drabble just so i could write that last scene bc i thought of it and giggled but then the plot just kept going and now we’re at 4.1k words like w h a t

#teepods.writings #fics. #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham fluff #alhaitham x y/n #alhaitham x you #alhaitham angst #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin fluff #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin impact fluff

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thank you, alpha. | kth

» RATING › 18+ [M I N O R S D O N O T I N T E R A C T] » GENRE(S) › smut, fluff » AU › a/b/o, slice of life » PAIRING(S) › kim taehyung x reader » WORD(S) › 3k+ » SYNOPSIS › There's one thing you will always do for your omega and that is make sure he's happy, loved, and completely satisfied. » WARNING(S) › alpha!f!reader, omega!taehyung, taehyung being a sweetheart, sub!tae, domme!reader, mentions of your relationship being a social pariah by some, taehyung being loved, their wolves can talk to each other, fluctuation of nicknames because why not. » SMUT WARNING(S) › consented somnophilia, tae sub drops, soft aftercare, pussy eating, ass play, strap-on usage, cowgirl positions, domme/sub dynamic, taehyung just wants to please his alpha, soft!domme!reader, feral wolves, handjob, tae riding a strap-on, cowboy tae (tae rides the strap). » ORIGINAL POST DATE › 01/17/2022 » RE-POSTED DATE › 01/04/23 » A/N › Thank you @/saradika for the divider(s)! they’re so cute. Anyway, thanks for reading lovelies. I decided to write small drabbles for them because I love this couple so much but this was the very first.

'Pretty, Pretty. Mate Pretty.'

You could hear your wolf vibrating with excitement as you rubbed your finger over the mole on his cheek and smiled. He looks so stunning cuddled into your side. You want him to sleep, but you also want him to wake up so you can play again.

'Touch mate!' She's going feral as you can feel it.

With your hand down his pants, you trace your finger over the tip of his dick until you can feel him harden under your touch. Plus it was your little prince's birthday and what better way to show how much you love him than to wake him with your lips wrapped around his cock.

He squirms, trying to get comfortable no doubt his body is unsure of what's happening until he lets a moan slip from his lips. You take to rolling your tongue around the tip, feeling a little of his pre-cum seep onto your tongue. A little salty, A little sweet but all yours. It's when you start to bob your head, he begins to stir slightly but still doesn't wake up.

You lift his legs up to place them over your shoulders as you run your tongue from his pretty hole back to his dick. He shivers around your now-inserted finger. 

“Please…” He desperately whines but he's still not awake. Not yet.

'Mate wants us.' Your wolf whines. 'Go to him, Moon,' You reply, hearing her chirp with excitement.

You feel the moment they connect. You know your wolves are together while you tend to Taehyung. You continue pumping your finger in and out, leaning over his body to begin peppering kisses to his face.

“Wake up, My Prince,” You whisper into his ear before rolling your tongue over your mark that sits right next to his collarbone. His back arches the moment you grace his prostate, his cock straining for some sort of relief as you continue kissing against his neck. 

“Come on, honey. Eyes open.”

Taehyung whines but rubs his eyes the moment he awakens.

"Morning Gorgeous."

You slow down because you don't want him to cum like this.

"My pretty mate."

“Alpha...” Taehyung sighs as you climb up his body to settle your sex on his. He gasps as you start to roll your hips, your pussy pressed against his cock. It's so wet and warm, he's sure he is going to cum soon. He's completely engulfed in your scent (not that he's complaining) but it's a little overwhelming when he first wakes up. “Wan' You.”

“I’m here, sweetheart.”

He reaches for you with a doopy smile the moment you lock gazes. He's so drunk on you as he caresses the mating bite you gave him a couple of weeks ago. An official status update for the two of you. He's been wearing it proudly ever since.

“Tell me what you need, Prince.”

“You… Wan' you so bad, Alpha.” He whispers, his face buried in the crook of your neck as he inhales your juniper berry and pine scent, all while he’s grinding against you. Your scent is spiking with his lavender and sage and well, if your condo didn't have special walls to keep your scents in then you were sure they probably could smell the both of you all the way in the lobby.

That's how feral you are for each other.

“Alpha Please.”

“Yeah? You want me?” He enthusiastically nods. “Then kiss me, pretty.”

You tap your lips to encourage him as he surges forward to give you one. Starting off slow, he twists his head as a peck turns into soft kissing and eventually a make-out session. 

It's then that he crawls away from you, leaving you confused until he turns you over on your back. He quickly taps your thighs so you know to spread them apart as he settles between them with a smile. His hands on your knees, he leans forward to kiss you one last time before kissing and nipping at your calf causing you to gasp out a moan. 

“Teasing, Are we?”

He only smiles and slowly makes his way down. When he said ‘make love’ last night, he wasn’t kidding because he’s taking his time with you and appreciating every inch of your body.

Like you would for him.

He knows you have insecurities of your own, being a female Alpha in this world is never easy but he wants to wash every worry away with each and every kiss that lands.

“You’re so soft,” He murmurs near your collarbone. “So, sexy.”

“Show your Alpha What you can do,” You gasp, rolling your hips into his erection as he growls. Seeing you so needy and blissed in the euphoria of pleasure is one of his favorite sights. He quickly kisses your breast, nipping into the soft flesh as his right hand caresses the other. He plays with your nipple by rubbing circles into it, feeling it pebble up against his touch. Attaching his mouth to the left nipple, he flicks his tongue over it and gently bites the bud as he’s turned on how loud you are. 

He mewls as you urge him along because if you’re being honest, his touch alone is driving you mad. When your father said everything you do with your mate will feel like heaven, they weren't kidding.

Your back arches when his other hands come up to caress your breast, as he gently pulls and tugs at your nipples.

“Fuck, that feels amazing,” You praise.

“You taste amazing.”

“Oh, yeah?” You giggle, running your fingers through his hair to get a good look at him but soon switch tunes when he presses his finger onto your damped panties. He can feel just how wet you’ve become because of him. Smell how your scent is spiking the more he touches you. His right brow corks at the volume change in your voice, noting how you sound as if you're about to moan.

"I wanna hear you." He mumbles, slowly dragging your panties down your legs. Some of your wetness sticks to your bottoms but it only serves for him to lick his lips, anticipating the taste. He wants to taste you but he really wants to feel you more. 

"I'll be as loud as you want me to be, love."

He moans at that, kissing the crease between where your thigh and pussy meet. He runs his finger along your pussy lips to gather a little slick on his finger and licks them clean before taking the moment to push his long finger inside.

"Fuck Tae!" Working his wrist, he leans forward to kiss around your clit again— so red, he knows if he sucks it just right he’ll be able to get you to cum but he avoids doing that. Instead, he gives your pussy little kitten licks while continuing to pump his fingers in and out of you. “Sh-Shit—” You grip the covers around you, spreading your legs wider but, before you can even begin to process how close you are, he pulls his fingers away to suck them clean again. "Really?"

'Mate good. Mate tastes good. Wan' please our Mate.'

"They're going feral for each other," You chuckle, bending forward to caress his cheek.

"Because we are feral for each other," He whispers, melting into your touch as his whole body buzzes with excitement. He melts into your hand and glances at you with the prettiest brown eyes you've ever seen.

"Don't look at me like that unless you want me to fuck you dumb," You chuckle as Taehyung whines.

"Please..." He settles back on his hind legs to rub his cock against your wet cunt. He's slow to push in, though his cock rubs against your walls so deliciously. You moan his name, begging for him to bottom out. His favorite sounds come to flourish throughout the dimly lit room. “God, You’re so tight, Alpha... So wet...”

“Only for you, Omega.” Taehyung purrs in response causing you to growl in response.

"I-I'm going to move now."

You nod as your pussy grips his cock like you're squeezing him for a hug. Your walls feel like velvet each time he moves.

Taehyung reaches for your hand to hold, sighing when he bottoms out. You reach between you to help him make you cum when he picks up his speed. He whines at this but as he watches you slowly rub your clit, his cock disappearing and reappearing with your wetness covering it, it also helps him when you start to clench around his cock.

How do you always feel this good?

“F-Fuck Alpha…” He groans and holds onto your hips for leverage. He would drown in your pussy if he could, his wolf chirping from being so happy. In return, it causes you and your wolf to dreamily sigh.

Falling more in love with your Omega by the minute.

"Alpha..." His voice is pure honey as he takes his time.

"C'mon Omega. Make me cum, love." He fucks you harder, his cock thrusting in and out of you at a steady rhythm. Taehyung knows his cock is bigger than most omegas, and knows the burn he gives you is something most alphas can’t give. He remembers the first time you tried to take him without help… It didn’t go so well. Though you didn’t complain, he knew it hurt and that was the last thing he wanted.

“Does it feel good, Alpha?” He seeks your praise and wants to know you’re feeling all of him as he bottoms out.

“It feels great angel, keep going. I’m okay, I'm almost, fuck, I'm almost there.” 

You can’t see it since your eyes are closed and your head is tossed back but he’s pink in the cheeks when an involuntary whimper leaves his lips. He does as he’s told as he moves your hand so he can be the one who plays with your clit. You begin to tremble underneath his touch. You’re always taking care of him so right now your pleasure is his central desire. 

As he moves at your command, his eyes are drawn to how his cock stretches you. It's amazing how well you can handle him, even for an alpha. It helps that you're so unbelievably wet too. He slides in and out of you with little grace.

You feel like literal heaven.

“Are you okay, angel?” Taehyung nods, but whimpers louder as his eyes roll to the back of his head. “Baby?”

His hips stutter as he falls forward, caging you with his arms. He leans in for a kiss. So hot, effortless, and heavy with so much love that he understands you're just as close as he is. When he pulls away you smile, caressing his face as he sighs against your lips.

“Still good?”

“R-Ride me, please?” It's a simple request. One that gets a giggle out of you but who are you to deny your omega's wishes?

“Is that what you want?”

“Y-Yeah, it just feels so much better— fuck —“ He feels you slightly move, trying his best to tell you he’s okay but that's easier said than done. He knows if he moves, he’ll cum. It would probably only take one thrust and well, he wants you to cum first. Plus with the way the butt plug from earlier continues to scrap against his prostate, it's making it so much worse.

"You look so cute begging me, honey."

Taehyung carefully pulls out and instantly pulls you to settle in his lap as he leans his head back into the headboard. 

“Alpha P-Please...” He whines, gripping your waist for good measure.

"Should I give you what you want?"

"Yes! Yes! I've been good. I'm good boy." You want to kiss away his pout as you guide his dick to whichever hole you want to be fucked in. Which happens to be your pussy at the moment. He bottoms out again with a soft mewl, gripping your waist as tight as he can. “S-Shit, How are you still this tight?”

You chuckle, rotating your hips to match him. His hold tightens and you know it will leave bruises in the morning. Right now, however, you just want your baby to be satisfied, and from the looks of it. He is. 

“I- ah! ah!” He can barely speak, his eyes are practically screwed shut as he falls back to let you ride him.

“You’re so good. Being such a good boy.”

“I’m your good boy,” He whines, pulling you closer as you nose at his neck and lean in to take a whiff of his scent. You can feel the bond buzz with so much love that you can feel it down to your soul. You can't help but want to kiss him silly, show him that you love him just as much as he loves you.

"So good, baby boy." He frantically nods as his fingers trace down your back. “So fucking good.”

"I wanna cum."

"Then cum, baby."

You lean upward as your nails dig into his bare chest. He watches you rut into his pelvis. So turned on at how you're using his cock to make yourself cum. Although, he can't bring himself to. Not yet.

"Are you going to cum for you, Alpha?"

"Yes," He lies as his hands feel up and down your body before grabbing your breast.

It can be felt in the pit of your stomach as the moans grow louder with each bounce. His grip on your breast tightens as he pulls you closer and thrusts harder. The pleasure is intense and you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

"I'm cumming..." You sigh the moment you reach your climax. You close your eyes and arch your back as pleasure floods through you. His lips move against your neck as his hands continue their exploration. You feel yourself drifting away, completely and utterly lost in the moment. It takes you a minute but as you slowly come down from your high, you notice something is wrong.

“You didn’t cum?” You ask, panting and trying to catch your breath. You know you’re the only one who came because usually, Taehyung is just as vocal as you are. He closes his eyes to feel your breath on his skin before answering.

“No,” He sighs, trying to keep calm when you climb off his lap to begin stroking him. He reaches for your hand to stop you before you can try to stroke him harder. “I-I wanna cum with you inside me. Wan’ your knot.”

When you catch his eye, you see a little gleam in it as you smirk.

“Of course, that can be arranged.”

You climb off the bed as he watches you fish for the box you keep under the bed with your toys. He's practically buzzing with the excitement of knowing you are about to wreck him and he can't say he's not happy about it. He wants it so bad. He needs it.  Mewling and nodding in agreement, you show him which one you grabbed. He’s okay with any of them, honestly.

Straps secured to your hips, he holds his legs open for you to crawl between as you settle on your knees above him. He tries his best to sit up so he can grab ahold of you but pouts when you push him back down. When you grab the lube, you pour some onto his hole before rubbing more on your cock.

“Please? I’m ready…” He whines, scooting closer to the toy as you lick your lips at the sight of him. His dick still standing tall, proud, and hard. It looks as if he’s about to burst at any given moment with how red his tip has gotten.

“So pretty.” You whisper as he grins playfully, listening to you snicker at how much he’s blushing. “So gorgeous. Aren’t you, Omega?”

“Yes, Alpha.” 

“And all mine.”

“Yours. Always yours,” He whimpers the moment you rub your thumb over his cheek and when he takes your thumb into his mouth to suck, you groan. He knows what to do to get you going, and knows how to push each and every button you have. You love that about him. It’s never dull and he’s always full of surprises. Like now as you feel him suck on each finger before stopping at your ring finger to trail his tongue over his initials. “I love you, Alpha.”

You growl as you press your lips into his mating bite on his neck. Your hips begin slowly but gradually picking up the pace once you see him begin to roll his hips with you. His gasps and moans fill the room as he clutches onto your back, hard. His nails making his mark all over you. 

“Fuck! Fuck !” Tae chirps, toes curling in as he arches his back once you press right into his prostate. 

“Yeah? Feel good, baby? Love it when I fill you up, don’t you, sweetheart?”

“I do. I fucking do. P-Please.”

“You’re gonna beg for me, my love?”

He whines, begging for more of your touch. For more of your love. For more of you.

“You’re doing so well.” You keep his body close until he nudges your hip and you find yourself being flipped over.

“Wanna ride you,” He says rather quickly, but you know it’s because he’s ready to cum. Therefore, you settle back against the bed and smile before guiding him to sit in your lap. He doesn’t even wait for you because he's already rotating his hips, his back arching as he hisses. The feeling is pleasant. 

“C’mere.” You bring him closer, your lips twist and turn as he immediately wraps his arms around your neck like yours were earlier. He rolls his hips with a lopsided smile, sighing when his head falls forward and your hand immediately goes through his hair. “Come on baby, you can do it.”

He’s right there. He knows he’s there as he feels your hand wraps around his cock to push him through but he can’t bring himself to move.

“Are you okay?”

“Y-Yeah, I just— ohgod !” Taehyung's arms tighten around your neck when his hips buck forward from the pressure and when you spank his plump ass, his nails dig into the middle of your back. “Alpha...” He whines. So loud, so sexy.

You nod in understanding, gently pushing him onto his back again and spreading his legs further open. His hands squeeze your arm when you insert yourself back into him, pushing his legs up to meet his chest. 

You start slow. Knowing that once you begin, he won't want you to stop, but he's ready for more.

“Faster! Faster… Please.” He pants, tossing his head back against the mountain of pillows as you’re giving it to him like he wants it. “S-So good! Alpha!”

“Oh yeah? You like this baby?” You smirk, watching his eyes roll to the back of his head. You find his prostate again as he nibbles on his bottom lip to the point of almost breaking the skin. "No, baby."

You press your thumb against his chin to get him to let go of his lip.

"Cum..."

"So soon?" You tease as he nods. His dick twitches with every motion but you know he’s about to cum. He does too. He welcomes the feeling as he grabs your hand and pumps his cock harder. His lips mash with yours as your hips continue to move. “You look so good baby with my cock in you.” You nip at his lip, wrapping your hand around his throat but, of course, not enough to choke him. He leans into it, his hair falling over his eyes as he begs. “So pretty, just for me and taking my knot like you were meant to.”

“Your knot only wants your knot. It feels good," Taehyung whines as he chants about how much he loves being full. His voice cracks when you move your hand from his neck to his dick to jack him off. You watch his cute tummy start to clench as he tries to stop himself from cumming.  “I-I’m about to— ahhh —fuck! Alpha !” He whines but doesn’t make the move to stop you. “I-I’m about to cum !”

“Cum for me, pretty boy. Let me see the mess you make for me.”

One more hit to his prostate and he’s done for. Eyes roll to the back of his head as he grips the sheets under him. You watch his cum paint his chest white, his cock spaz as he arches his body off the bed. When he opens his eyes, you can tell that he's out of it. His eyes glaze over as he stares directly at you with a soft pout. 

“Alpha!” He whines and you immediately know what he wants. 

“My pretty omega,” You praise him, hearing his omega purr in return.  You kiss him all over his face before making your way toward his mating bite to lick and kiss it as well. “You did so well for me.”

“Good boy…”

“My good boy,” You chuckle, leaning up to caress the side of his face. “Are you back with me, honey?”

He nods, glossy eyes gazing at you with so much love. He chirps with excitement, his omega more than pleased with the way your alpha has been taking care of them. His smile is dopey, a little lazy but you allow him to have this as he finally comes back down from his high. Your alpha, she takes pride in being able to please him the way he needs it.

The way he wants it.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?”

“Mhm. M’kay…” He yawns, feeling you finally pull back once the toy’s knot allows you to release yourself from him. 

You caress his face and he leans into your touch, wanting nothing more than to be as close to you as he possibly can.

"Tell me what you need, Omega."

"Hold me..." While peppering kisses all over his face, he slips into his headspace. A tender embrace and words of love are what he needs as you caress parts of him you can get your hands on. His lips part as he sighs in pleasure. He feels the warmth of your body against his, and your heart beats in unison with his.

You both close your eyes and savor the moment of connection.

“You did so well for me, my love. You're always so good.”

He relaxes and melts into your body, feeling safe and secure as you give him the love he deserves.

When you try to get up, however, his purr turns into a soft growl.

"Don't leave..."

"I have to take this off, sweetheart." You start to unstrap yourself (making a note to get everything cleaned and put away once he's in a deep sleep). Once you're done, he's quick to toss it to the side. It’s cute how he settles himself between your legs so you can't go anywhere. He crawls up your chest to snuggle into your breast, sighing when you wrap your arms around him. "No leave."

"No?"

"No."

You chuckle as his eyes begin to flutter shut. You know he's falling asleep to the beat of your heart.

“My sweet baby.” There is a softness to his purrs. After massaging his hair for a while, he is out like a light. He has a soft glow to him that makes you and your Alpha keen with amusement. 

You never thought you would ever have an omega that you would love the way you do him and well, it’s nice to be able to love and be loved in return.

“I love you, pretty boy.”

You lean forward to kiss his forehead before settling back yourself to begin your descent into sleep. You can feel the warmth of his smile against your stomach. He's happy to finally have an alpha who loves him no matter how ‘different’ he is from a traditional omega. You're not a traditional alpha either and well, this isn't a traditional relationship but he's okay with that and he's okay with being yours as much as you are his.

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[scertifiedsavanaclawstan]

Did someone say more writing about @jackplushie aus??? No? Well you're getting some anyways. Except this time it's a little drabble for the Silver Bullet au feat. Malleus. (He's not too important he's just there near the end. It's more tone and setting and lore than character interaction.)

Crucial Lesson

WC: 726

Warnings: Gun Mention, Violence Mention,

If you lived in Seven Sage's City, there was one thing you knew, whether you were a low-level grunt or a top-rank crime lord: Don't start shit at Night Raven's bar. Don't start shit inside, don't start shit outside, don't even start shit within view of the place.

Of course, no one is born knowing anything, you have to learn. And on one rainy night, someone was about to learn that one crucial lesson.

It was a slow night, the bar only had a few members of your… usual clientele, along with the regulars who didn't care about said clientele. You were busy wiping down a few glasses when the bell rang as the door was slammed open.

You sighed before turning to see what sort of character you'd be dealing with this time, and saw your least favorite type, right after nosy detectives and baby faced cops: a newly made gang member, already drunk on his new power.

He sauntered in with heavy steps like he owned the place, swerving to sit on the nearest stool with a dopey grin covering his face.

He placed his elbow on the counter, pushing the green armband near his shoulder towards your face.

"Diasomnia." You noted to yourself, before setting the glass down with a grunt, your other hand settling on your hip right where you kept your pistol. 

"Get me a uhhh…" his eyes scanned the menu for a moment before snapping back to you, "A Dragon's Tantrum! And make it snappy!"

"Fitting choice." You muttered before speaking up, "Cash or Card?"

His face soured at that.

"Hey I can pay! I just don't have the bills on me right now, put it on my tab or whatever!"

At that moment every sound in the bar stopped. No voices, no clinking of glasses moved around on the table, like when the birdsong stills as the predator enters.

"We don't do tabs here." You inform him, and just like the prey, he fails to realize the situation he's in.

"Oh? You dont?" He snarls before lurching over the counter and grabbing you by the collar. "Do you know who I'm with?"

"Diasomnia?" You reply lazily. This was starting to be really annoying. The regulars looked like they wanted to leave before they had to see something ugly, and the other gang members seemed to be debating whether or not to step in, or if they should just let you deal with it. None of them seemed to be Diasomnia today though, which meant they probably weren't going to save the poor sap.

"Yeah, Diasomnia!" The sap continued, "You know, the Draconias, we're in charge here, meanwhile you're just a bartender."

The bell chimed again as the door opened. You only took your eyes off your assailant for a moment to see who it was, but you had to hold back from laughing out loud.

"So actually, if you don't 'do' tabs, how about you just let me have it on the house? And I don't make your life a living hell." The grunt finished his threat, at which point the new arrival decided to grab his shoulder.

The man spun around, another threat already leaving his throat, before his mouth fell open and his face paled drastically.

"Well now, that's no way you should be behaving." Malleus Draconia himself tutted. "You must be new… you joined up yesterday I believe?"

The man nodded shakily.

"Well then, here's a little… assignment. Go back, and tell Lilia what you did. He'll know what to do." Malleus said before nodding to your direction. "Oh, and put them down. Gently." 

You were let down, very slowly, by the now heavily shaking man, who smoothed out your wrinkled collar before bolting out the door as fast as he could.

Malleus chuckled lightly before taking the seat his subordinate vacated. 

"My apologies for his… behavior."

"Well you at least saved me the trouble of cleanup." You replied. "Now do you want anything?"

"Hmm… what was he ordering? I'd hate to give you extra work afterall." He smiled.

"I didnt even get to start… but it was your favorite anyways." You shrugged.

"A Dragon's Tantrum it shall be then." Malleus said, placing his elbow on the counter, his hand resting on his chin as he stared straight at you.

"One Dragon's Tantrum." You smirk back at him before turning to get to work. "On the house!"

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twst yuu #twst headcanons #twst imagines #malleus draconia #not technically a yandere au? because i didnt write enough to make it one #crime au

[yen-doodles]

Another little late night drabble, more shadowpeach since you guys seem to like the other one :)

Cw/tw for alcohol and mentions of Macaque's death

Sun Wukong awoke, feeling his golden eyes sting as he realized just how bright the room around him had become.

He groaned. Tossing over in the messy covers of his bed, where upon finding he wasn't alone in said mattress. The stone glanced down at the darker furred frame that laid snuggled up against his side, sleeping soundly and rather comfy he might add.

The other frame was Macaque, of course, Sun could recognize that monkey any where.

He sighed quietly, the monkey beside him ears twitching every so slightly at the sound causing him to stir briefly. The sage held his breath, something he didn't need anymore anyway, waiting as the demon monkey shifted closer and lulled back to sleep. Macaque could never sleep through all noise, having six ears made it so he hear from miles away and issue to find quiet time.

Speaking of Macaque's ears, he could see all six of them. The ears that gave the trickster his title, "Six-Earred Macaque." The glamour he used every day had worn off late in the night, putting everything he tried to hide to light. His ears, the scar that went across his right eye, the white fur that was left from Lady Bone Demon. All of it. It took all of Monkey King's strength to not brush his fingers in the other monkey's fur, or across his ears since would surely wake him.

The Great Sage sighed again softly, attempting to be quiet for the enemy he had clinging to his frame.

Though enemy didn't feel right, not after what had happened last night.

He had been drunk, they both had been. The last time he remembered being that sloshed was when he had drank stolen immortal elixir from heaven all those years ago.

Sun Wukong couldn't remember how it had started, whether it was him or Macaque, they had gotten into a contest to see who could drink the most between the two of them.

Soon enough the drinks had been forgotten and the pair had gotten on the topic of the old days, sharing stories as if that had still been as they were when the stories took place.

It had started light. Talking about Flower Fruit Mountain and the fun they had with the other monkeys.

But then the mood changed as Wukong had callously mentioned something that had happened on the journey he had took to the west, with Triptaka and the others.

He had mentioned the time Triptaka and Pigsy had become pregnant when they had stumbled upon the city of women. Monkey King had been chuckling slightly as he was recounting the story when he had noticed his drinking buddy had become silent, his laughing dying in his throat in an instant.

"I had been mad, back then, when you had killed me Wukong" Macaque had stated that night, gripping his glass tightly in his hands which had been barely been touched since they started telling stories; too busy hazely listening.

"But," the darker monkey added sharply, "I had been more upset that you had chosen them over me." The way Macaque looked at him that night had overwhelmed him, his eyes holding an unwavering honesty he hadn't seen in them in mere centuries. Holding all the anguish and hurt the monkey felt for him in those eyes. "You had chosen to protect them, to go against me, and I had wanted to be the one you were trying so hard to protect.." he finished as his voice threatened to crack, tears pooling at the edge of his eyes. He had always been an emotional drinker.

Sun Wukong had sat shocked in that moment, the alcohol not helping him process what was happening, his mouth agape.

"I don't regret protecting them that day," the sage had suddenly, breaking the other monkey from the daze he'd been in. Macaque sort of nervously chuckled at that, "I don't doubt it."

Sun Wukong stared into his mug, his brain mildly buzzing as he had begun to swoosh around an imaginary liquid inside the cup. He had already finished the contents but the motion helped distract him while he stalled.

"I do, however, regret what I had done to you" he had eventually added. He had sighed, "I betrayed you, betrayed our friendship and broken your trust, I'm sorry Macaque... For everything" Monkey had told the other earnestly. He had looked at him as he had said this, and by the looks of it, the other recognized how genuine he was being.

Soon after, the two had made it to Sun's bedroom where they proceeded to crash; limbs tangling with other limbs.

Now here he lays, stuck and forced to remain quiet. His left arm trapped under Macaque as the darker furred being remained asleep miraculously. Wukong wondered about what he must do upon the other waking up, regarding the events leading up to now.

Does he pretend as if it hadn't happened, or does he bring it up? It's not even certain he would remember. Though rather unlikely.

If he does remember, and Wukong were to lie, it would appear as though what he said last night was engenuine. The opposite of what he wanted.

Before he could decide, he felt the shadow weaver begin to stir against his chest. Mumbling something about it being too bright before hiding his face in the blanket.

"G'morning sleepyhead" Sun Wukong greeted softly, might as well start with something. The other jolted slightly, before glancing up towards the stone monkey. The darker of the two monkeys sat up quickly, upon doing so he gripped his head in pain. "Ow- remind me to NEVER do a drinking contest with you again!" Macaque announced, rubbing the area that a headache began to settle in.

"Me too. I haven't drank that much in ages."

The two went silent, just taking in the scene around them. The sun shining into the large windows, the messiness of the room including the sheets, the person that was meant be their enemy laying, or in Macaque's case sitting, right next to them. It felt surreal to say the least.

Suddenly, the demon monkey spoke. His voice was soft, unsure sounding, calling out a simple "Wukong" to get the other's attention.

"Yes," Sun replied, "what's up?" having sat up to better look at him.

Macaque breathed deeply, looking out the window infront of him. "Did you.." he began hesitantly, "...mean what you had said last night, about y'know" he finished as he peeked a glance of the other from the corner of his eye.

The sage shifted his feet against the covers restless, having not moved them for hours probably. "Yes, I did, I did mean it Mac" he admitted wholeheartedly which took the other off guard, for Sun Wukong to admit something so openly was a rarity.

The warrior sighed, scooting closer to Monkey as he rested his forehead against the other's. "Where do we stand now? With eachother I mean.." he asked quietly, barely above a whisper for mortal ears but Sun heard him as clear as day.

The stone monkey mimicked the other's jester, taking a moment to enjoy the closest between them. "I don't know" he replied, just as quiet, "but I hope it's good."

Sun Wukong brushed some longer fur behind the other's ears, brushing his fingers along them in manner had wished to earlier. Macaque's ears twitched but he did swat his hand away, instead he simply hummed at the soft affection.

"Me too.." the shadow weaver added gently, melting as Sun moved to hold his face in his hands.

There was move to say, and more was going to be said, but for now the two were happy to relish in the other's presence.

#lego monkie kid #lmk season 3 spoilers? #lmk wukong #lmk macaque #shadowpeach #shadowpeach fic #drabble #late night drabble #couldn't sleep #monkie kid #Sun Wukong #Six-Earred Macaque

[uchiha-7thsingularity]

Decided to post for the 12th of October day. A little drabble of the Ll with MC in the frightful month.

Felix Iskander Escellun

Gentle boy is stoked for a month of disasters waiting to unfold. Magic spells to test on Sage. 

Custom costumes you help him make on the whim to wear throughout the spooky holiday (gnome, wizard, vampire *again*, skeleton, shapeshifter, or reaper) so many choices to ruin him in by scaring him senseless for every day on the calendar.  

Participating in a wine game you two created by saying a Halloween festive word (neither can repeat words you or the other have said already. If so, take a sip. The winner is the least drunk or the one who hasn't taken the last sip of wine from the bottle. *hint* it gets heated to the point your both yelling at each other slurring your words. "I said caramel popcorn a minute ago. You-you rough rider of cheating thespian's!!", he snarls at you wiggling a finger. Furrowed brows you smack his hand, " My poor sir, you're the one who stole my word first. I...MC was the one to spit it out first you pumpkin headed looney!!" *hic* stumbles over each other to fall together in a fit of giggles. (Anisa in the background. "You two had enough for the night."😅)

Decorating the manor and halls with Felix's taxidermy creations he spent his valuable time on. He feels accomplished more so than taking a nap 20 minutes ago in your lap. Send rapid fire on praises till he passes out from your sly smile. Breath down his neck to spook him and to see his pout. Give his taxidermy names or nicknames for fun. He's never felt more appreciated than right now for his creations.

Tell him he looks ravishing. Don't be shy. He lives to hear your sweet words. Kiss his rosy cheeks after hugging him from behind to show off your costume. Twirl for him. Admires you respectively. 

Care for a treat. Has pockets full of peppermint sticks with caramel lollipops to hand out on a whim you had a sweet tooth. Feeds you and pinched your cheeks. Sometimes will lick his lips to make you wobble on your knees. Giggles...he truly is a nuisance in his own hollow way.

 Grabs your hand to go to his homemade fort he made for the two of you to read for a restful night of mischief in fantasy land. He listens to your voice on repeat. Sometimes creates shadows with his hands to roleplay a scene for your eyes only. Very invested on nailing his characters by adding dramatic effects. For extra scenes you tell him to save the special scenes for when the two of you are alone. His face is stuck in a red hue for the rest of his waking days. 

Anisa Anka

Gives out candy to any kids who visit her at the marketplace she volunteers for the monthly festival of Pumpkin season.

Loves to carve silly faces in the pumpkins or apples she finds to decorate for the month. You two actively engage on one-to-one fake duals to put on a show for Porriman dwellers for entertainment purposes. The crowd finds it out of this world. Cheers and claps can be heard from every direction. The two of you are pleased but sweaty to the point you want to pass out right then and there.

Her costume (Alien, Minnie Mouse *her favorite*, Jack frost, dragon tamer, mother nature, and cowgirl) Please tell her her legs and thighs are lovely beyond words. Bow down to her. Please do. She is so charming in the seasonal colors.

Massage her shoulders while she drinks her pumpkin spice latte you made for her to warm up. Watch her shoulders relax and a sigh escapes her. Tell her to wear booties you bought her to shuffle around in on her days off. Sit her by the fire and hold her till she falls asleep.

Making candy apples with her. Some of the caramel and melted candy are burnt but the apple is crispy. Add whatever additional sweets like candy corn, chocolate, peanuts, fudge or strawberry syrup you wish to add to fill your stomach with. 

Telling you cursed stories she's heard from her "fellow" knights that ends up looking her for the rest of the day. PARANOID. She is on high alert for any criminals or drunks though you try to grab her attention to let her enjoy herself for once. "Crime never ceases, Mc. Don't forget that I made a vow to stand up to protect you myself," a timid smile presents itself on her round face. "Neither does JUSTICE!," hands entwined a laugh escapes the two of you as you venture toward a new adventure.

Classic till the end. She will want to conquer her fear of clowns. At the end, trials and error, she just pulls you closer into her chest at night with a candle in her hand. Bed sheets clutched around the two of you in matching nightgowns. You worry at her wide-eyed stare at the dresser in front of you, until she falls asleep with her eyebrows raised.

Sage Lesath

This man is unhinged for the entire month. Keeps his tail away from Stella and Urchins roaming below his thick ankles. Admires pranks. Despises Halloween pranks or Felix's experiments that target him during the cold season.

He has you tied to his hips at all times. Searches for wanted criminals for bigger bounties. Secretly saving up to buy you two accessories for your homemade outfits. (Would dress as a nymph, mafia boss, banshee, werewolf, samurai, or lizard man). At one point he accidentally kept tearing the fabric of his costume. You just fix it throughout the day. Grateful for your patience with his messy self. You assure him his claws are the minimum concern and that you just want him to enjoy being apart of the experience.

Mazes are a BIG no! Him and tulsi tried it when they were younger. He immediately lost her. Then again, his sense of smell was not trained to pinpoint a person and rather for food. You wave off his frowning face. Drag him to an cartoon artist. Eases his worries and struggles to sit still for a while. You have to legit sit on his lap for him to focus on his attention on you. The artist draws you two with funny expressions. More saliva coating down sage's chin staring at you with googlely eyes. You two laugh for a couple hours showing off your new favorite picture.

 Has zero tolerance for magic unless it double-backs on Rime and felix. He recently asked those two to keep him out of any "malarkey" the two create for this month. Felix and rime tie "magical" balloons to sage's tail to wake him up stuck to the ceiling. (Cue meme: Are those Helium Ballons?...Yes) He curses the silly boys laughing their butts off on the slime-stained carpet. You and anisa sip your tea with your legs crossed marveling at the trio before you.

*gasp* karaoke!! At any bar you two visit that sage isn't banned from...you dance clumsily upon the drunk patrons. Will dip you occasionally to lift you up by the thighs and spin you till you puke. Sorry not sorry. He will definitely have sour candy in his pockets to snack on when you take a break to clear your throat. Kisses your forehead and leaves you to ponder on his swaying tail wrapped around your waist. Grab his collar and smooch his neck. He spits his drink out. Mission accomplished.

Throw pumpkins to see your strength endurance. You make a game of it. Who can throw the farthest? Later, you and he bake the seeds to share with the others. And if there are leftover intact pumpkins you bake a pumpkin pie. Yum!

Can and should give out candy to urchins that knock on the door of Fanthom. Spook them a little. Compliments every single one's costume or respects those who did not wear a costume. Sometimes doesn't notice the same kids coming to the door. They switched costumes with each other to fool the cat man who gives out a handful of candy. Luckily, sage and anisa bought three bags of candy earlier the week before. Hug him forever and thank him for his existence.

Rime Solano Varela

He should be the definition of terrifying with his lack of empathy and psychopathic tendecies. He's slowly working on it with you. Anyways you made him a costume. (I can imagine him as a ninja, plague doctor, assassin, spy, shinigami, or wendigo). Compliments you to the extent he can see the pomegranate tint coating your entire face. He haunted his threats and killing you for now. Just in case, anisa and felix confiscated his knives for the coming holiday. Shrugs his shoulders in irritation," Excessive but fair."

Absolutely! Plays! Pranks! No one is safe. Ask you to help him for the sake of getting sage and the others. Mostly sage. You probably don't witness the glimpses he takes in your direction when you look away from him. A smile escapes him from time to time. He contemplates your relationship to the point in time (wherever you're at in the frenemies era). Sociable to you little by little about felix mainly. Maybe you or himself one day. 

Scares crows or black cats off. He's not superstitious. He just doesn't want the mess in his personal area or surroundings of mischief. Twirls a pocket knife. (MC sweats in background)"Relax. If I wanted another corpse hanging over Fanthom, you are the last decorative ornamental I want to show to the world," his smirk makes you slap his butt and run up ahead of him in a huff. Shock for a second. Then chases you into the forest to pin you down. *cough* thats all I'll tell you. 

Sets up Fanthom tower like a haunted house to obnoxiously scare people for his amusement. *hint* Do Not ask him were he got the"fake" blood from. Intentionally has skulls along with felix taxidermy to hang on the stone walls or ceilings. Scented cinnamon candles are a must. Oops, a hand in the winery. Not really, it's a ice hand he carved to expand his devilish inquiries.

Has a couple spells to mess with you. For example, one day you decide to cross boundaries and touch his cold hand. As soon as you grab his hand you feel bolts of electricity shock your core. Ouch!! He loses it at your attempt to punch him in the chest. Later, you get him back. 

Drinks warm apple cider with a cinnamon stick clinking glasses with you. Dresses with a thick black wool crop top. And Burgundy pants with chains dropping on the side. A pink shawl is tied around his waist to cover his swishing tail. Works on training to keep up his abs. Will never give that up. His words, specifically. You can't blame him. A little jealous of his work effort and diet schedule.He still eats caramel and chocolate candy.

Without knowing you two fall asleep on the couch waiting for Felix to make lemon tea. With the rain padding the windowsill outside and the romance novels, you read lull you two to sleep. When felix returns with a tray of tea and snacks he sees you drooling on rime's shoulder. And him nuzzling into your ruffled hair. After you two wake up you're both in denial. He continues his work with a furrowed brow and you as well. Felix shakes his head. Although, the deer's white speckled face burns brilliant in the fall season for his outlook on life is surely changing for the better.

#fictif #last legacy #gender neutral reader #felix iskandar escellun #rime solano varela #anisa anka #sage lesath #october 12 #halloween

[sagechanoafterdark]

You're a new recruit at the Avengers compound and Steve is put in charge of your, ahem, physical fitness.

Let’s Get Physical

A/N: If you have sex in the gym please wipe down all used equipment, Thanks Management. This is the last one for tonight, I’ll do more this weekend when I’m not so distracted. Thanks for sending in everyone!

Warning: softish Steve, hot gym sex, count downs

Panting heavily you pulled yourself up again and again. Your feet held onto the floor by none other than Steve Rogers as you grit your teeth and he watched you do crunches with those calculating blue eyes. His lips moving with the count for each one. Least you’d convinced him to do a count down, just to make it easier.

“I.” Three.

“Hate.” Two.

“You.” One.

Laying out on the mat under you you flopped down in defeat. Steve had been working you over for the last hour at least, putting you through tests and what you knew were army regulation courses and you were ready to die. “I’m fat Steve you can’t do this shit to me.”

“For the last time. You’re not fat,” he admonished for what had to be the hundredth time in the last hour. His hand slapped at your thigh in an effort to motivate you. “Now come on and spot me while I do mine.”

With a groan you rolled over to your knees as Steve laid down on the mat, he proceeded to do what you called power crunches. You held his feet down with your hands as he moved up and down. His movements fast and controlled as he nearly touched his chin to his knees each time, his exhale puffing against your face with each move. His breath smells like clove gum and distracting you as you watched his mouth with each upswing. He paused at the top, “Are you counting?”

“Should I be?” You drawled with an eye roll.

“Yes,” he groaned out, dropping his hands from behind his head to the mat with a slap. “You need to take this seriously Y/N.”

Rolling your eyes again you let go of his feet and rocked back sprawling out on the mat once more. “It’s hard to Steve, I’m not… physical.”

“Well you can change that,” he said, nudging you with a hand.

“I don’t want to.” You loud whispered into the room.

Steve’s laughter echoed around the gym, and you couldn’t help but laugh back at him. He had asked you to come in the morning to work out with him but there was no way you could keep up with a super soldier when you hadn’t set foot in a gym since high school. So he’d settled for waiting until the dead of night to do your physical assessment when nobody else was around. “I get that you’re in charge of my physical fitness Steve but this is a little ridiculous.”

He seemed to think about it for a moment, his soft blue eyes boring into yours when a small smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth. “Well, you like deals right? How about we sweeten the pot then?”

“You mean from nothing to something?”

He ignored you, glancing away and wiping his chin on his shoulder for a brief moment. Then bringing his gaze back to yours. “How about for every sit up you give me you get something.”

“Like a cookie?”

“Like a kiss.”

You sat up so fast the blood rushed from your head and you felt flush. What did he just say, did he just say, “Like, a Hershey kiss right?”

Steve pouted, his plush bottom lip sticking out in mock hurt. He didn’t want to ask why all of your rewards were food, that would have to wait till later. “No, but you have to do a full-up, no more doing it by halves.”

Steve planted his knees on the tops of your shoes, his hands holding to your knees instead this time. “Alright, a full up and you’ll get the reward.”

“I feel stupid,” you lamented, tucking your hands behind your head.

“Full up.”

Pulling yourself up you almost made it, Steve’s face inches from your own and flopped back down on the mat with a grunt. “How embarrassing,” you said covering your face in shame.

“Come on you can do it. Just do five and we’ll call it a night.”

Peeking out from between your fingers you looked at his waiting face. “Just five?” He nodded and you tucked your hands behind your head and pulled yourself up, feeling your abdomen contract as you neared Steve’s face. Pushing forward a little more you pecked him on the lips.

“Five,” he said with a smirk.

You did it again, a little faster this time. “Four.”

Okay, so this was easier than you thought. Leaning up you held yourself as long as you could, making the sweet kiss turn longer. “Three,” his voice taking on a deeper baritone.

“Two,” he said before you made it all the way up leaning forward into your mouth as you came up, nipping at him as you went back down.

“One,” Steve said releasing your feet and your legs flopped open as he covered your body with his. Steve locked his lips over yours and moaned into the kiss, his hands roaming over your body, reaching under your shirt and palming your breasts and tweaking the nipples through the fabric.

Your own tangled into the short hair at the back of his head, pulling him tighter into the kiss. Tongue sliding over yours and nipping at his swollen bottom lip. His hands now fumbled with the waistband of your leggings tugging them down and over your ass as you fought with a shoe to kick them off. “I want to taste you, Y/N.” A hot blush lit up your face as he slid down your body leaving a trail of kisses in his wake.

Reaching your pussy, Steve’s hot breath drifted over the bed of curls making you twitch. Blue eyes looked up at you cloudy with lust, pupils blown. Steve buried his face in you, his tongue licking up and down your slit and sucking at your clit, you gave out a breathy sigh when his nose bumped against your clit again and again. Turning it into a low moan each time, inhaling sharply when he pushed two long fingers into you at the same time, working you slowly and curling against your walls. “Fuck Steve,” you growled, hips bucking up into his mouth.

Groaning against you he leaned closer into you, lapping at your folds and removing his fingers. “You taste so good, must be all that sugar you eat.”

Glancing down at him you raised your eyebrows at him, “Really Steve?” The quip was muffled when he shoved two sopping wet fingers into your mouth.

“Clean up after yourself,” he said, voice dropping an octave to an almost growl. Doing as instructed you began to noisily suck on the digits, licking and cleaning your own juices from his fingers. “That’s a good girl.” 

A shiver went through your body at the praise. You slapped against his fingers as he pulled them from your mouth, leaning down and kissing you hard. His hands explored your curves and cupped your breast, every muscle in your body felt tense at once and ready to snap at a moment’s notice as Steve kissed you. The spandex leggings you’d bought just for this fiasco hung off of one leg as he leaned over you, spreading your legs wide. His hips grinding against you.

Steve didn’t waste any time, reaching in his loose shorts he pulled his hard cock out and holding his cock at the base he ran the head over your waiting core. A moan slipped past his lips as he ran it over you, again and again, wetting the tip with your juices. “You want this?”

“Yes,” you breathed out, hands tangled into your messy bun.

“You want me to fuck you, Y/N?” His tone was teasing, admonishing and you moaned nodding your head vigorously. When he pulled out of your grip and slid back onto the mat you shivered at the loss of body heat and moaned in displeasure. “How about you fuck me? We’ll call it, your physical fitness test.”

You were up in a second, on your knees and crawling towards him. Physical fitness test, “What do I get for passing the test?” Your hands pressed against his chest as you pulled yourself up, straddling him in the position.

“How about a surprise?”

A moan left your lips as you straddled his hips, “I really do like surprises.”

Steve held his breath as you slide down slowly, working the muscles in your legs as you lowered yourself onto him and sucked in a deep breath. Your hands clenched at his shoulders as he grasped hold of your bare ass, palming each cheek as you eased down fully, his eyes never straying from your face. When your hips finally met his you sighed in relief, leaning forward and kissing him again. His tongue sweeping over your bottom lip as your own pulled him a little closer. 

“Lean back on your arms,” you instructed, Steve, pulled away putting both arms behind himself and leaning backward. The position pushed out his pelvis more and pushed him deeper inside of you, moaning you began rocking your hips against him. Sliding your lower half up and down his shaft in quick jolts, eventually, your legs spread a little wider and your feet planted on either side of his hips you started to bounce against him. 

Caring less about decorum, you were fucking Steve Rogers in a gym for god sake, and more about getting the pleasure you wanted. A long moan escaped Steve as he reached forward with one hand to fondle your breast, you slapped his hand away and it went right back down to the mat for support. Your hands slid up your body, over your soft tummy and up to your breasts which you cupped and held through the shirt and sports bra you wore. Steve’s eyes followed your hands as you slid down again, landing against his abdomen using him as leverage to work yourself harder on his cock.

A string of curses erupted out of his mouth that you were sure you’d never hear again, “Come here.” He growled out, sitting up and toppling you over, holding your hips to his and he began slamming into you. “Fuck your so soft, so sweet,” his mouth panted against yours as he sloppily kissed you.

Moaning loud when his hand slipped between you and started rubbing your clit you bucked your hips up into his. “Steve, fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

“Fuck, fuck. Not yet. Don’t cum yet.” Steve chanted as he rubbed your clit harder and faster. “Cum in five.”

His hand worked you over and the feeling began to build higher. “Four.”

A high pitched whine left you as you bucked your hips against his, fingers digging into the flesh of his arms braced over top of you. “Three.”

Head tossing back and forth, the coil in your belly tightened down even further and your legs began to tremble uncontrollably, fuck you were coming undone. “Two.”

“One. Cum,” he snarled in your ear.

Back arching against the mat you clawed at Steve’s back as the hardest orgasm you’ve ever had ripped through you. Drawing a long, loud languid moan from your throat as Steve growled in your ear pumping his hips into you as he came.

With shaking arms Steve eased himself off of you and onto the mat beside you. Your panting and heartbeat were loud in your ears as you laid next to him after the best sex you’d ever had. Fuck where did he learn to count like that anyway?

“So,” you panted out, clearing your throat and giggling a little as endorphins flooded you. “Does this mean I pass the fitness test?”

#sages drunk drabbles #steve rogers #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x reader #steve rodgers x reader #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers x reader smut #marvel #mcu #avengers #captain america x you #captain america x reader

[artiepooh]

valentine’s day special!

summary: celebrating valentine’s day with beidou.

content warnings: suggestive, otherwise mostly fluff and some kissing.

author’s notes: here’s a beidou drabble to celebrate her birthday, valentine’s day and the level 10 friendship i got with her a couple days ago!! this was in a rush so i didn’t do her justice but i hope you enjoy it regardless!

your day starts like any other day. you do your thing, get ready, then the doorbell rings and your day is immediately ruined. not that you aren’t happy about the bouquet you receive from the florist down the block, no— quite the opposite. the bouquet itself simply reminds you that today is valentine’s day and another one you have to spend without beidou, who is still far away on her voyage. you don’t blame her. responsibilities are responsibilities and you knew how her work would be before you got together, so it’s not fair to her to be upset.

yet, on days like these when you have to see too many couples, it’s like her absence is rubbing salt on your wounds. you place the bouquet (scarlet sages for forever mine and blue salvias scattered around for i think of you) in the vase you had prepared the night before.

a small part of you hurts. you were hoping that she’d be the one to deliver the bouquet herself, rather than the order that she placed months ago to be delivered by a worker. you hope her birthday on the ship is going well. she might be drunk by now, a courtesy of celebration by her crew, and you hope even in her inebriation she thinks of you.

you leave the house, her favorite lingerie of yours hidden underneath your clothes, and with each couple you see, happily exchanging gifts and kisses, the bitter your mouth gets. you receive your other gifts from her friends and acquaintances as you walk to your workplace. that eases some of the bitterness but your heart aches even deeper because you can imagine what she’d tell you as she gave you the gifts, the way she’d kiss you and tell you that you were the greatest gift the gods graced her with. but she’s not here, and you’re alone, and so is she— spending her birthday thousands of miles away.

your favorite food with a red rose tucked in the box is delivered halfway through the day. even so far away, she’s still reminding you when it’s time to take a break. sometime after that evening comes and you bid goodbye to your coworkers, then head home. you get a small cake, chocolate flavoured and beidou’s favorite, on the way to blow out candles in her stead. you don’t suppose they could make a cake on the ship. eggs and milk don’t tend to stay fresh long enough.

as you cut into the cake, a wine glass in your hand and a pipe resting between your lips (that you definitely didn’t borrow from ningguang), there’s a knock on the door. it might be chocolate or alcohol, you’re not sure. beidou tends to finish the special days off with something of that nature to keep you company. more wine might help, you suppose. you wouldn’t mind beer if beidou was here but when she’s not there, you freely admit that it tastes horrible.

the courier is dressed rather weirdly too. a cloak covers their face and they seem much broader than a delivery worker would need to be, not that that’s any of your business. you shift as the silence continues. “were you here to deliver beidou’s gift?” only then do they look up and wow, the ruby red shade of their eyes sure does resemble hers.

then it dawns on you and you take a step to her, uncertain and hesitant. you fear that you fell asleep or that you’re drunk already, that you’ll realise she’s not there. but she pulls you in and it is her and tears of joy fall as you squeeze her impossibly close. you whisper her name like a prayer. it still doesn’t feel real, that she’s there and you’re in her arms. “quite real, i can assure you.”

your joy overshadows everything else in that moment, even the embarrassment you might have felt upon realising you were muttering things. she’s there. “i can’t believe you’re here,” you say and she giggles, and you can swear your heart melts in that moment. you hadn’t realised just how much you missed her until you finally have her back. her giggle sounds like the sweetest thing ever and her warmth around you is simply a dream come true.

“i wanted to surprise you.” is all she says before her mouth is on yours and she kisses you stupid, you don’t even realise she’s guided you inside until the door closes behind her and her mouth against you is hot, so incredibly hot and you can’t help but gasp when her tongue makes its way into your mouth. “good choice in wine,” she whispers once she pulls back, a cheeky grin on her lips that you simply have to kiss away as you hold her face in your hands.

“i love you,” you tell her between each kiss and she giggles until she’s smiling too much for you to continue kissing her. you settle for littering her face with kisses instead and her smile gets even wider. it takes her pushing away your face for you to stop and even then you can’t help but press one last chaste kiss on her lips. you rest your forehead on hers. “happy birthday and valentine’s day, my love.”

she whispers a thank you and her eyes find your mouth again, before fixating on something on your neck? shoulder? you can’t tell. then her hand, rough with callouses and worn out from sea salt, finds your skin and you realise what it was. “my my. good thing i didn’t miss out on such a sweet treat, huh?” she tugs on the straps of your lingerie and lets it snap against your skin and you simply can’t help the noise you make. neither can she can’t help it when she ushers you to the bedroom, the wine and her cake all forgotten.

#artie.writes #saccharine.sweet #beidou #beidou x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact beidou #beidou fluff #beidou x you #valentine’s day #beidou brain rot #i love her so much genuinely

[sor-vette]

Hello Darja! First and more important, I hope you're doing great, hope you're feeling content and nice <3

NOW, is there a limit to the prompts we can use? If not, I'd love one with Jae and the reader, (because miss him and need more interactions with her) using these: “You always make that face when you’ve done something wrong, so what did you do? / “I can’t be mad at you.” / “I can’t believe you did this for me.”

You haven't even written it yet, but I already know I'm going to love it because I enjoy everything you do hahaha

Hello, hello! Good to hear from you! I've got a couple of days free so I am happy rn :) I originally had planned, one prompt per request but eh, let's do multiple :) hope you don't mind that I used your ask as the base format for the drabble :? I'm not quite sure how many people will enjoy this, because it's mostly two OC's....and therefore extremely specified but Jae deserves some love so here it goes :)) hope it's to your liking ♡

Racoons in the Office

• type: Jae x reader (+Jin x reader) • w/c: 1.5k

• part of: "Life of 27" drabble series set in "The Curious Move-In to Apartment 27"

• set: right after "On Middle Grounds"

• tagging: @pinkcherrybombs; @introlxv (sorry, babes, I'm going to annoy you forever)

a/n: when you see a bunch of text written without spaces it means Jae is nagging really, really fast

You sip the fermented drink with a long and cautious face, puke a little bit in your mouth and then melt into the desk. There's not a place that doesn't hurt.

"I said have a good evening not get a liver failure," Jae grumbles, running all over the office. It's empty and quiet on Saturday afternoon. A space for you both to work in peace or vomit in peace as was the case today.

"It was a drinking game..." you try to explain lamely but once Jae has launched into mother hen mode which is scarily reminiscent of Jin though more softly spoken, there's no stopping him.

"How old are you? Two years senior and you bow to peer pressure! Why did you keep drinking? Stop drinking! There's water, should have drunk that!"

"Many people-"

"There's water!" Jae insists, fetching a pillow (?) and tucking it underneath your throbbing temples. You only left the safety of the apartment because once the guys got the wind of Mark, who was he and what happened, the worry had exploded, nearly lopping your head with it. Who would have guessed the same tirade would continue here.

"Yes but-"

"alcoholisnotgoodforyourhealth-"

"Okay."

"andyoushouldbemoremindfulofyourhealthyou'vegotsomanypeoplewhocareforyou-"

"Okay."

"Are you even listening to me?"

You raise your head and for the first time and squint in his general direction. Jae was standing in the light of the torturous sun, one hand on his hip and worried expression etched deep into his otherwise youthful face. Your eyes drift downward, to the truly horrendous Moomin sweater he had adorned.

"Don't be mad at me," is all you ask.

Jae sighs.

"I can't be mad at you," he pouts. "It is a scientific impossibility. But really is it that hard to drink in moderation?"

"You snort in a coffee with eight shots of espresso," you remind him sagely, tucking your head away back into the shadows and Jae becomes but an omnipresent, nagging voice drifting endlessly like a horde of mosquitos.

That puts a halter in his mouth if but for a second.

"Yes, but that's me! Who cares about me?"

"I do," you narrow him down. "I care. Besides which what are you even doing here?"

He blushes.

"Nothing."

He's not even red. More like...purple. Eyes shifting left and right, while his legs bounce around with anxiety he appears very much like a puppy caught in front of a chewed slipper, hoping that if he won't make eye contact, it will all disappear.

"You're making the face."

"What face?" he gives you the widest, most scandalized eyes in the universe.

"The face," you clarify with emphasis. It helps exactly no one. "You always make that face when you’ve done something wrong, so what did you do?"

"It's not that it's wrong...." he laughs nervously wringing his hands and then slumps forward. "I wanted to tell HR that it was me who got Erik mad so they wouldn't write a note in your ledger."

You snort.

"A note. What do you think it is - a school?" Laughing was a no-go. It made you only sicker. "Also you're doing no such thing."

He splutters with indignance.

"I will," when you flinch he lowers his tone to a whisper once again. "Yes, I will do it. Don't even try to stop me."

"You have already been stopped," you whine. "You're under my protection, that's one. I have beef with everyone here, that's two. I've given up on my career, that's three. So all in all, they pencil this incident into already my known reputation of being an outcast and we're done. Besides, if not for Eric's little outburst we wouldn't have our own office."

Jae tugs your head upwards, pressing a bottle of water to your lips. Though it feels slightly insulting as though you're a frail Victorian patient dying of tuberculosis, the water is cool and fresh and soothes the horrible scratching in your throat.

"What office?" he asks, once you're done.

"Our own office," you slump into the chair, shivering slightly. Never mind never drinking again, you won't even look at alcohol ever again. You'll promise pretty please on any deities shrine to be forever obedient if this nausea would cease. "Others are making you uncomfortable, so I fired up a bunch of e-mails and they allowed us to use the folder room."

You avoid telling the slight detail that 99% of that success lied in the fact that no one wanted to be even in a five-meter radius of Jae launching into one of his long rants, hence granting the proposal of isolation a rather widespread approval. He didn't need to know that.

"...it's a cupboard," Jae faintly remarks and you would shrug if not for the fear of projectile vomiting all over this carpet. It'd be a bitch to clean.

"Tomato, tomato," you reply casually but then the sound of crying forces you to focus. Jae was standing, water bottle in hand with what was clearly light tears running down his cheeks.

"No...please, don't cry," you try to comfort him lamely but you're also rooted to the spot. And extremely awkward.

"People always have wanted something from me," he wiped at his face. "So this has been the first case of someone...picking on me. I've never been forced to hear someone say shit about my ADHD."

He was probably upset that you did this - treat him as a kid in need of saving. You messed up again.

"Jae, I-"

"Thank you!"

Thank you?

He runs to your chair and practically tries to meld his body into yours, enveloping you in a jittery hug. You clamp your jaw shut to avoid any incidents.

"Thank you so much. I can't believe you did this for me," he chokes.

"Did what?" Jin's voice suddenly asks. He looks just as green as you, swaying from left to right. It was even a surprise he was able to stand up. Jae immediately unwraps himself.

"We're going to get our own space," you explain warily. You hope they won't find but it's a loser's expectancy at this point. At least it wasn't Namjoon. You were only half confident to say that he wouldn't just chuck Jae out of the window should he run his mouth too much. And run he did.

"You, guys," he points at Jin accusingly. "You care for her right? What kind of men are you to allow her to drink herself to this state?! No, gentlemen, thissimplywillnotdo.doyoualsoallowhertosleepwithanopenwindow?shecomesinsnifflingeverytwodaysandthisisnotthetimetocatchacold,isaidno,notooverdrinkingnotosleepingwithanopenwindownotohavingacold!healthispreciousyouknow-"

Jin's eyes are hidden behind hefty sunglasses but despite it, the scowl is quite visible.

"Child -"

"CHILD?!"

"- me...I'm too sick to listen...to listen you. Honey?"

In your weak state, you don't even bat an eyelash at the term.

"Yeah?"

"Let's go home."

Home. That does sound wonderful. But if the saying was right then home was not a place, it was people. And home meant both the arrangement of clownery that was BTS and very much a strange coloured Moomin that was Jae. Quite the dwelling that was.

"You know I care for you," you glance at Jin and he nods, briefly touching his stomach as if barely not hurling. "And I also care for Jae. So, please, if you could just tolerate each other, that would make me happy."

Though they don't admit this to you, your happiness was their main and common priority and as such when the taxi arrives to take you home, guided by Jin's embrace, Jae is also there. You'll have to come clean about Mark. Not later, in a distant, unreachable future, but right now and to everyone. But somehow it feels less scary. Despite still throwing daggers at each other, Jae and Jin remain passive, one belting off the taxi driver's ear about safe and steady driving and one, pressing chaste, comforting kisses to your forehead. Jin's fingers trace small circles on the small of your back and you fall prey to their trance, nuzzling boneless into his neck.

"You're going to be okay," he mutters and you can't differentiate whether he means it physically as in you're going to survive this car ride, or emotionally - that you could tell them the truth and won't be judged for it. "Everything's going... okay."

"Just don't bully Jae, okay," you plead, soft and pathetic and Jin's heart bleeds. "He's my friend."

Jin side-glances at the blue-haired weirdo. He may not like the kid but he did care for you and, to Jin, that was an agreeable quality.

"We won't bully him" he promises, biting away the ending of "too much".

When Jae, Jin and you slide out of the taxi, all green-tinted and wobbly, you turn to look back at him. Namjoon stands in the window like some sort of ominous giant. Jae's lips press into a thin line at the sight but he quickly wipes it away.

"You know, I can't believe you're doing this for me," you echo his words with a faint smile as Jimin rushes out to help you up the stairs. Now you definitely feel like a frail Victorian patient dying of tuberculosis.

"The things I do for my best friend," he grumbles miserably.

#jin x reader #bts drabble #jin x you #jin x y/n #bts poly au #ot7 x reader #ot7 x you #ot7 x y/n

[xiao-cafe]

drabble game — prompt 32

pairing: zhongli x gn!reader

prompt: “you’re everything to me.”

tags: fluff, ZHONGLI HAND IN MARRIAGE PLS

wc: 406

notes: honestly the pic below is always on my mind 25/8 i literally cant get it out of my head so just imagine zhongli looking like that but flushed for this drabble.

When heavy knocks descended upon your door in the middle of the night, you hadn’t expected to see Zhongli at the door, face flushed and looking a little disheveled.

“Zhongli?” You questioned, “What happ- you reek of alcohol!” You exclaimed as you helped the man inside, holding onto his arm tightly as you lead him to your room so he could lay down.

The man mumbled several things under his breath but none were coherent enough for you to understand. You shook your head and crossed your arms, drinking in the sight of the ex-archon looking so unlike his usual self.

It even surprised you that he was actually able to get drunk, seeing as how he always had a good amount of control over himself.

“Stay here alright? I’ll go brew some tea to sober you up.” You said to the man. His amber irises bore into yours, staring at you with utmost scrutiny. Deciding to play along, you engaged Zhongli in a mini staring contest while smiling affectionately at him.

“Y/N.”

You were quick to rush over to Zhongli’s side as he abruptly pushed himself up and slid off the bed, legs first. Much to your dismay, you didn’t possess enough strength to manhandle him back onto the bed so you stood back and let Zhongli be.

Your second surprise of the night came barrelling at you as Zhongli fell forward, collapsing onto one knee before you.

“Will you marry me?” He muttered, looking up at you with all the love and affection practically pouring from his amber eyes.

It was your turn to flush red as you received a proposal from Zhongli.

“Zh-Zhongli, you’re drunk,” You stuttered out. Unable to avert your gaze from his, Zhongli continued to talk as he reached for your hand, placing it between his warm palms.

“You’re everything to me.”

Your face burned as you felt tingles shoot up your arm. Everything was so unexpected and you weren’t prepared for any of it yet pure bliss erupted in your chest and you couldn’t help but grin widely as Zhongli tilted his head and mirrored your grin with his own awkward one.

“Okay, I’ll marry you,” You answered, giggling.

Zhongli nodded sagely upon hearing your answer. 

“Yay,” He said quietly with the silliest grin you had ever seen on his face as his eyes slipped shut and he fell to the side, passing out on your bedroom floor.

end.

#zhongli #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #zhongli x reader #zhongli drabbles #drabble game #genshin impact drabbles #zhongli-cafe-writes

[asset35-maya]

<<okay maybe throwing out the normal pills wasn’t such a great idea after all>>

A moody little drabble inspired by Dream’s latest Twitter shenanigans:

Slumped on the couch, George is scrolling through Twitter. His lips are parted and steadily curving upwards at the absolute mess on his feed. He glances at the time at the top of the screen. Two am. Stupid o’clock but also not really. Time has never mattered to any of them. And neither has sleep.

He skims over the crude jumble of words his best friend has impulsively tossed out for the world to see and then drops his phone onto the cluttered coffee table. It lands beside a tall can of Guinness. Open, half-drunk and abandoned. George didn’t really like beer but he was happy to give Sapnap company while he steadily ate and drank his way through everything the UK was known for.

A socked foot nudges his from the left.

“What?”

“You tell me.”

“Didn’t you see…”

“His Twitter rant?”

“Meltdown more like.”

“Hah.”

Sapnap crushes the can he’s holding and reaches down to grab a fresh one from the floor. George watches him crack it open with unhurried ease and wonders what exactly they’re celebrating. Perhaps just life. And friendship. And how lucky they all were to see and meet and touch and hug and just jump up and down with each other. All of George’s favourite people in one place… with one notable exception.

He runs a hand through his hair and flops back heavily against the worn cushions. Sapnap quirks an eyebrow and George throws a hand up in the air.

“I hate that I can’t tell if he’s being serious.”

“You’re one to talk.”

“Yeah but that’s my brand. With Dream… it’s different. Like did he really just go full Kanye West or does he just want attention?”

“Is there a difference?”

George scoff-laughs at that.

“And does it matter?”

“Wha- of course it matters!”

“Why?”

“What do you mean WHY?”

Sapnap takes a big gulp and suppresses a belch that rises up almost immediately. He’s clearly not a very big drinker but for some reason wants to get into character that night. George wrinkles his nose and looks away.

“Relax. He’s just messing around. It’s not that late in the US.”

“That’s what’s weird though. Why’s Dream pretending to lose it now instead of like… I dunno… three in the morning?”

“Cause then YOU’D be asleep.”

Their eyes meet and Sapnap nods sagely before succumbing to another burp. George shakes his head.

“Whatever. You better stop drinking that before you get sick on my carpet.”

“This stuff’s pretty good actually. Like… I can actually feel it.”

“Yeah the alcohol percentage is probably higher than what they sell in the US.”

Sapnap turns the can around to peer at the numbers printed on the side and they fall into another meaningless but comfortable conversation. The seconds tick on and George’s eyes flicker to his phone every now and then. All notifications are muted but for one person. The screen stays blank but his mind doesn’t. Neither does his heart.

[WRITER’S NOTE: Hey I’m Maya and I’m super new to the Dream SMP fandom. I’ve been writing for a while but this is my first drabble about the Dream Team. Feel free to hit me up or tell me if you’d like to see more!

For those who know me for my DBH works. Rest assured that I’ll still be doing those. This drabble was just a little experiment!]

#dream #dreamwastaken #dreamnotfound #sapnap #georgenotfound #george and sapnap meetup #dream team #dream smp #my writing

[danses-with-dogmeat]

12, 17, 26, 31!

Thank you for the ask!

12-- Tell us about a WIP you’re excited about.

Okay, so there's like... a LOT that I'm excited about, but there's this one that really stands out. I literally only have one companion done for it so far, but I love it already 😩 It's the FO4 M!Companions + Maxson Reacting to F!Sole Telling Them She's Pregnant! And I know I've done some really similar stuff to it before, but these are all gonna be some really sweet, unique drabbles, and I'm just excited for it 😁

17-- A trope you’ll never, ever write for.

I'm really pretty open, and will write for almost anything, even if it's a little out of my comfort zone. Some stuff might just be harder for me to get out than others though. That being said, I won't write any underage or incestuous NSFW stuff, or explicit r@pe type scenarios. (I'm not sure if these really count as tropes, but it's just the stuff I won't write for 😅)

26-- Is there anything you’ve wanted to write, but you’ve been too scared to try?

I was nervous about writing my first bit of NSFW stuff when I hadn't done it before, and it's still sometimes harder for me to write for those, but it's definitely fun lol, and im glad i went out of my comfort zone for it.

And I was really nervous about posting the Torture React that I wrote specifically, but the reception was actually really nice on it, so I'm much less nervous about posting part 2 (when I finally get it done, that is 😅)

31. Do you have any OCs? Tell us about them!

Ahh! Yay, my OCs :) I have a post here introducing them, but I'll throw out some random HCs for each, just for funzies :)

(Lone Wanderer) -- Hope:

- She travels exclusively with Jericho, even though they spend most of the time just bickering.

- She literally never involves herself with the main story after finding her dad (and she even did that part of it begrudgingly). She wanted to get out of that vault as soon as she could, and never look back at anything or anyone that reminded her of her time there. Hope really thrives in this chaotic "new world" of hers, and dislikes dwelling on the past.

- Her favorite trick in combat is blowing up cars. She'd just do it for fun too, if Jericho didn't yell at her every time for wasting ammo. (He's just mad because Hope set a car off ONE TIME when he was too close to it, and he ended up being stuck in bed a few days to recover.)

(Courier Six) -- Sage:

- Sage first met Boone at the top of the Dino in Novac at like, 4am when she was drunk off her ass after celebrating the rocket launch with the ghouls at the REPCON Test Site, while still wearing her little party hat. Boone never admits how much she startled him when she burst through the door onto the balcony.

- Boone pays her back by scaring the shit out of her every time he suddenly K.O.s and enemy that she never even saw.

- Sage remembers literally nothing from her life before she was shot, and it wears at her more and more over time, as she's exposed to all of the rich back stories and memories of family, and past relationships from the people around her. The only one who seems to have known her before is Rotface in Freeside, but he simply doesn't know enough for Sage to be able to connect any more dots.

(Sole Survivor) -- Jolene:

- Jolene can get really lost in her weapons and armor mods, and in building/ doing carpentry. Jolene's dad was a mechanic and a carpenter, and taught her everything he knew, so sometimes she likes to just shut everything else out and get to work. If someone doesn't come by to stop her (and Danse, if he gets involved, since it excites him jut as much) she'll forget to eat/drink/sleep until she literally collapses from exhaustion.

- She decorates every space she inhabits with flowers, if she can. Even if it's a hotel room, or somewhere else temporary, it just makes her feel at home to have a few flowers. She also insists on planting them at all of the settlements she helps. It's one thing that she's really glad is still in the world, even after everything. Carrot flowers are her favorite.

#fallout #fallout ask #thanks for the ask! #fallout fanfic #fanfic writers questions #fallout oc #fallout original character

[grapenamjams]

✨Masterlist ✨

✍️Request info✍️

Okay with✅

Drabbles, oneshots, headcanons

Gender neutral and fem reader

Sfw and Nsfw topics

Not comfortable writing ❌

usage of illicit drugs,

large age gaps,

themes of cnc (like somnophilia, knife blood play etc.)

Fandoms I’m in

Call of duty

Task force 141 + könig

The Arcana (visual novel)

Main 5

Last legacy

Sage

Tears of Themis

All 4

MHA

JJK

Works⬇️

Modern Warfare

Drabbles

Presence- soap is touched starved (mentions of nsfw)

Friends to lovers- Gaz

Fatally Injured Reader Scenarios

König,soap& ghost

Gaz & Price

Rodolfo & Alejandro

Recovering Reader Scenarios

König, Soap &Ghost

Captain Price

Receiving & Giving Love Languages

Soap, ghost, gaz, &könig

Captain price

Going to a Carne Asada Headcanons

Soap

Ghost

Captain Price

NSFW

Look at you looking at me- ghost x fem.reader

Taste - 141 + König headcanons going down on you

The Arcana

Oc introduction

Julian  

Julian NSFW

Challenge- waking up in the palace has its luxuries

Late Night- this work is locked🔒

Office- a quickie before going back to work

Julian x OC

Your Kisses-  morning fluff 

Tavern Nights -  Drunk Fluff

Muriel 

Muriel NSFW

Yours- Muriel is jealous. You need to remind him that your his

All For You- pleasuring muriel because he deserves all the pleasures.

All For Me- Muriel’s greedy mouth.

Heat of the hearth- self pleasure never hurt anyone.

Warmth- lazy cuddles and a little bit of spice

Need- sometimes you can’t just wait

Muriel x OC

French Knot- Eliza teaching Muriel embroidery

Waking Up With You- Muriel wakes Eliza

Myrrh-  My Reversed Ending

Summers Day- Muriel and Eliza go to the lake to cool off

Summer Festival- Muriel and Eliza attend and dance at the festival

What I Love- cuddled up next to the fire Eliza plays with Muriel’s hands

Flinch-  Muriel sees Eliza flinch because of him

Night Routine- parent Eliza is trying to get her baby to sleep but its hard without Muriel

Original My Hero Academia Story 

These works are Locked 🔒

-Announcement 

- MHA Eliza Introduction 

- MHA villain Eliza Introduction 

MHA Eliza 

Headband 

Late Night 

V! Eliza 

A Villians dream

#masterlist #the arcana #writing #fanfic #oneshot #drabble #headcanons

[wolfywordweaver]

Hey 💙 1) Remember; you should only be writing for your own enjoyment, not out of obligation, and sometimes it's good to take a short break to keep that passion alive and not force it... 2) I've just noticed how amazing your pfp is and oh my god I'm addicted to it 🥵 3) PROMPT: "do you even know how amazing you are?" preferably Sirius to Remus but do as you please (I never leave prompts, so sorry if it's terrible, and I'm not sure what prompts you like so I went with something versatile)

First off, THANK YOU friend! I love writing so much and it’s hard when it just doesn’t work. :’( But it’s definitely better when I keep the right perspective in mind. And thank you so much for the compliment on my profile page! (at least, that’s what I think pfp is, sorry! XD Please correct me if I’m wrong!) EDIT: pfp is actually “profile picture” and I’m so glad that you like it! I’m obsessed with the artwork (created by @finalsoul)

And here’s a little drabble for your prompt. Thank you for sharing one with me even though you don’t usually leave one. <3 

“Did you know that the dinosaurs as depicted by Jurassic Park and other dinosaur movies are totally unrealistic?” Remus declared passionately as Peter choked on his sip of stolen beer. James started laughing but Remus pointed sternly at him. “No laughing, James, I’m being completely serious!”

“I know you are!” James guffawed. “That’s what makes it even funnier!”

“No, this is serious!” Remus insisted as he stopped his foot in the dirt and waved scarred arms towards the darkening sky. 

Those arms were beautifully and shamelessly exposed, Sirius thought as he happily watched those excited gestures. Remus always got overly excited about things when he was drunk.

“No, I’m Sirius,” he provided half a beat slower than usual. It was just too much fun watching Remus.

“They were probably more like giant penguins! Or giant chickadees!”

“What the fuck’s a chickadee?” Peter giggled before handing the bottle to Sirius.

“It’s a bird, dummy,” the disowned Heir replied at he snatched up the warming bottle. 

“Like a chicken?”

No one bothered trying to answer him. James just laughed loudly and kicked a few sticks towards the small fire they had made. Crickets and cicadas were chirping loudly and the toads were croaking loudly. It was kind of romantic in a last-hurrah kind of way.

“Can you imagine those giant motherfuckers flying through the air?!” Remus laughed as he swayed in the light of the rippling light of the fire. 

“Fuck, they’d probably chase after wizards on brooms!” James cackled. “Think we could outrun them, Sirius?”

“Absolutely, Jamsie.”

Remus wobbled a bit on his feet, but Sirius’ silver eyes could see him go a little lax as his eyes caught sight of the fattening moon. It’s the reason he had been drinking a little heavily tonight.

“Let’s go for a swim,” James sighed happily. 

The night was still warm and the water would probably feel nice. 

Remus shook himself loose from the moonbeams and grinned dopily at his friends. 

“Did you know that McGonagall nearly got suspended from Hogwarts for dueling in the halls?”

“Nooooo!!!!” the other Marauders cried in shock and glee. 

“Tell us!” James demanded.

“How the hell did you even get this information?!” Sirius laughed, not wanting to believe such a thing but absolutely finding it believable. “She probably bull shitted her way out of it!”

“Prefects have advantages,” Remus responded sagely.

“Booo!” James called out and Peter followed along. “Okay, share share share!”

Remus shook his head and made tutting noises. “There are secrets that need to be honored between the Prefects and the Heads of Houses.”

“There are no secret among brothers!” Sirius cried in protest.

The werewolf shrugged, a slight blush darkening on his cheeks. “There may be an unbreakable vow involved, but I couldn’t tell you if there was.”

There was more laughter and booing from the other three before Sirius blurted out the dumbest, off-timed comment.

“Do you even know how amazing you are?”

The grin froze on his face and Peter shot an odd look his way. 

“Of course he knows!” James laughed, eternally having Sirius’ back. “But it doesn’t hurt to remind him! Moony, you’re so fucking amazing!”

Peter jumped in quickly too. 

“Y-yeah, Moony! You’re pretty great!”

“Thanks, mates,” Remus replied softly, his hazel eyes staring down into the fire.

After a few quiet minutes of nothing but the sounds of nature, James looked down from staring at the stars. 

“She was probably hot, yeah? McGonagall, I mean.”

A mixed response chorused around the fire and Sirius made every effort to not look back up at Remus. That had been too close a call.

#ask wolfy #prompts #WolfStar #the Marauders #Remus Lupin #Sirius Black #James Potter #Peter Pettigrew #Anonymous #drabble

[bearseokie]

masquerade (M)

— Attending a masquerade party where everyone is poisoned, you and Hyunwoo seem to be the only cognitive ones left.

DETAILS — [ 18+ | drabble | 1.1k ] PAIRING — hellhound! familiar! hyunwoo x gender-neutral! reader GENRES — supernatural! au, thriller, romance WARNINGS — intoxication, poisoning, suggestive themes, heat/fire, semi death, a sneaky twist

monsta x m.list | navi.

Laughs like hyenas all around, the party had extended late into the evening. Faceless guests dancing like it was the last night of their lives, your form verged through the crowd in search of someone, anyone in their correct sense of mind. Red liquid quenched by everyone, the pooled and tainted drink had seeped into their veins. No more than a drunk horde, hands were all over one another and yourself, your body rumbling with fear at every glass held towards your lips.

They were more than intoxicated, the invited becoming the audience, entertainment, and actors all in one, simple procedure. Masks tied and held to their faces by sticks, their pristine costumes held elegance; inebriated features red from the alcohol as buttons unfasted. Moans erupted over the obnoxious organ music, bodies crashing together in tactical ways you had never witnessed before.

Your back rutted into a wall, cornered by heaps of overly horny people decorated in lace and silk. Eyes burning from the smoking sage seeping down from the ceiling, the candelabras held within the chandeliers overhead blurred your vision. The smoke faint like a mist, the scent was strong enough to pull a cough from your throat, sight of a quick-paced person breaking past you catching your attention.

Shirt tight around his torso, he was too cognizant to ignore, following his every step. No one could tell you weren’t like the others, so drunk off one another that they swallowed the dust trailing behind you attempting to catch your skin in their grasp and delve into the sensual intentions the poison sent through them. Laughter fading with every click of your shoes against the marble flooring, you slipped off the footwear and put them beside a bench, continuing your pursuit of the mysterious man.

Turning dark corners, leaping up steps, he appeared lost - in search of something specific when the faint sound of your steps resonated in his ears. His wide shoulders halted, the man turning to face you as you nearly rammed into his chest from keeping your eyes on the floor. The oddly red flames of the candles lit all around were distorting to your vision, almost more than the sage itself.

“You!” he claimed, lifting your chin to meet his gaze.

It was a simple motion, his hand fanning across your face that finally dispersed the filter over your sight. His warm hands on your arms pulled all of your nerves back into your chest, the ache of the thin air making your breathing shake. Bored eyes aphotic and deranged, he held you with a hard force, mulling all of your attention to him and him only.

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

“I-I was wondering where you were headed.” Your voice was swallowed by his antagonizing glare and you wanted to bite your tongue. His head peered over your body, pulling at your arm to guide you in a new direction.

“You’re aware of this, aren’t you?” he asked, keeping a steady glance back at you to check if anyone else was following.

“You mean all of the intoxicated people downstairs?” he halted again, noticing the two flights of steps he had pulled you along before brushing it off and continuing his fast pace.

“Yes, exactly.” he sighed. Brown eyes ignited with each flame you passed by, his touch was warm, too warm, your emotions and conscience melted into one and put on standby as he dragged you along.

“In here.” he called from ahead of you, pulling at your wrist as both of you linked together to pass through a thin doorway.

The room was lit with the same red candles, the drunken heat forming from the small blazes making the room spin with vertigo. Your grasp moved and wrapped around the man, hugging his arm to your chest to hold yourself upright.

“S-Something's wrong here-” your voice dropped, his name not voiced as your eyes met his own.

”Hyunwoo.”

Forged in amber, blaring orange in the red flames, his eyes kindled a glow. His skin felt like fire, pupils dilated and shirt slowly unbuttoned. The heat of the building felt like you stood within hell itself, his taunt muscles strong as the article of clothing left his body and was tossed onto a nearby chair. Tanned skin glistening with layers of sweat, you watched his chest puff with a breath, his hold on the exhale too long. Curious, your vision met the full source of the affair, Hyunwoo’s sharp canines poking between his plump lips making your body rock with suspicion and uneasiness.

“Don’t be afraid, I’m here.”

The candles and sage had all been ignited too easily, the doings of the being stood before you; now out in the open. A hellhound tasked with the procedure, he had regained your immersion and brought you back to him. You were lost from the healing scent of the sage, in a cloud of confusion.

“Please.” You prosed, voice somber like the cry of a baby. His eyes watered from the heat made from his own existence, hair soaked and stuck to his forehead. “This isn’t you. This isn’t your purpose.”

“I follow my familiar.” his voice growled. The sound of cheerful laughter from the party beneath you vibrated the flooring, the guests of the masquerade all too thrilled to be hysterical and near death. “I didn’t do this.” his voice shook more than your own breaths.

“But you helped.” you gritted, the force of his hand pressing at your shoulder pulling a whimper from you. You watched his gaze fall, the light singe of your skin now scaring your body, a pout on his lips. He was more than a dangerous dog, his body finally compressing more air.

“I’m sorry.” he whispered.

It was a final touch, his fingers wrapping around your wrist to bring you close. Flesh against flesh, the heated man made your eyelids heavy, his harsh pants and smooth chest pressing into the side of your face as he held the side of your head. The sound of his heartbeat was rapid, his thumb brushing gingerly along your cheek as you cried against him.

“You shouldn’t have followed me-” His tongue gradually coated with saliva as he swallowed.

You couldn’t comprehend how you managed to surpass the poison while all others fell victim to it. Hyunwoo’s tempting body slipped from your form as you backed away. The heat from his supernatural ability drew something from you, the memory of the only coldness you had felt that night replaying in your mind. The frigid, sculpted glass between your fingers, the rush of the red liquid mixing with another. “-because now you know you’re the one who really hurt everyone.”

#monsta x drabble #monsta x supernatural #monsta x au #hyunwoo drabble #shownu drabble #monsta x shownu #shownu imagines #shownu scenarios #drabble: masquerade #mature #triggers #hyunwoo #word drabbles #tw intoxication #tw poisoning #tw fire #tw death #monstax.drabble

[sagechanoafterdark]

Christmas Stockings

Holiday Drunk Drabbles

Requested by @hysteria87​, “Steve-a cozy Christmas Eve, and he really likes your sweater tights.” Note: Um, sweater tights are the shit and I’m super soft for Steve right now so Merry Christmas to all! Pairing: Steve x Reader Warnings: language, oral, stocking fetish

Yes, Steve Rogers was a very observant man. So why hadn’t he noticed before?

Correction. He had noticed. But maybe he’d been too distracted through the day.

It was the best of days really, Bucky had been in stitches for hours that day, Sam telling joke after joke, while Clint and Nat mused to themselves on the couch taking bets on who was going to win the next game. It was a day peppered with laughter, teasing, a couple of arguments but nothing overly dramatic. Morgan running around in her Christmas dress sticking bows on everyone’s head as they opened gifts. Weaving ribbon into Thor’s hair as he celebrated with more Asgardian mead while Tony and Rhodey hustled at the pool table. 

He’d watched you almost all day. Sipping slowly at a glass of wine in the black dress you had hanging in the closet for the last three weeks. The cute one with the sweetheart neckline you would touch and between thumb and forefinger every day since you’d bought it. The one that showed off just enough skin. 

Sitting in the living room on the floor your back to the couch, the fireplace lighting your face as you sip slowly on a mug of hot cocoa. You looked cozy and inviting, looking at the mess leftover from the chaos of the day. A warm smile pulling the corner of your mouth, highlighting those still painted lips.

You looked, homey. That had to be why he was just now noticing, the way your dress now rode high, exposing your shapely thighs almost to the curve of your ass. But you were wearing stockings and that was one of his greatest weaknesses. Not that it worked when anyone wore them. There were plenty of times he’d seen other women in them, but they way they hugged your legs. Molded to your form, showed every curve and dip in your flesh, always set his blood on fire.

He’d been sitting on the couch next to you, just enjoying one another company, but eventually, he slid to the floor just to be closer. You shifted next to him, leaning more into his chest as he draped an arm around your shoulders a hum of contentment leaving you. Hands cupping the warm cup of cocoa as you watched the fire. He couldn’t take his eyes off of your legs though, how they stretched out in front of you. The dark color of the nylons you wore defined against the cream-colored carpet.

Steve swallowed thickly, “How are you feeling sweetheart?”

You hummed against him, leaning forward and placing the cup onto the coffee table, “I feel good. This was one of the better Christmas’s I can remember.”

“I’m glad,” he rumbled, hand landing on top of your skirt, thumb rubbing the knitted fabric absently.

Steve could feel the smile on your face before you looked up at him. “You know it’s past midnight. Technically it’s Christmas.”

“So it is.”

“Do you want to open one of your presents,” your voice had taken on that husky tone you had whenever you tried to be seductive. The slightly deepened tone of your voice always managing to shoot straight to his groin, it also happened to be the same tone you used when you were angry. But hell if his brain didn’t know the difference. He’d still never lived it down when you’d used it on a mission one time, keeping him hard right in the middle of a fight.

Turning his head Steve trailed his lips over the shell of your ear, “What did you get me?”

You flinched, rubbing your ear against your shoulder briefly with a laugh his breath tickling against your skin before turning and pressing a kiss against his lips. Keeping it sweet and purely PG because you had a feeling you knew what was going to happen. 

Turning towards him you shifted up onto your knees, straddling his outstretched legs with your own, bunching the dress a little higher on your thighs and watching as his tongue reached out wetting his lips. Blue-green eyes locked on your legs as you guided his hands against your stocking covered flesh. “One of your favorite things of course.”

His fingers grasped the material between them pulling it away and snapping it back to your leg with a groan. “These are different than the ones you normally wear,” he commented noting the herringbone patterns inlaid with holes. They were also a little thicker than the normal black nylons. The ones that would tear ever so easily under his fingers. “What are these?”

“Sweater tights, Steve,” you half moaned, trailing a finger up his chest before plucking at the buttons on his shirt. “Please don’t rip these ones, they’re expensive and seasonal.”

He chuckled, rolling you backward and onto the carpet before leaning back, long fingers wrapping around your foot and bringing the ankle to his mouth. Blue eyes never leaving yours, excited just to watch as your breath hitched in your throat. “I promise to try.”

A breathy laugh left you laying on the floor, the hem of your dress riding a little higher up your thigh now. Not high enough for his liking but he’d fix that soon enough. “Leave it to Capitan America to have a stocking fetish,” you mumbled, gasping when his teeth bit down lightly against your calf.

“Maybe you shouldn’t tease me with them then.”

Mouth dragging higher and higher, pressing a lingering kiss to the inside of your knee that had you squirming; fingers brushing against the fabric covering your thighs. He switched to the other leg.  It was always exciting to have him touch you like this, just enjoying the feeling of something so simple as stockings covering your flesh. But the way his blue eyes watched you as he enjoyed your body, like a predator watching prey, always made your core clench.

Lips trailing in the same manner against your other leg, teeth dragging, caressing up, up, up. A slow drag of heat and lingering delicate touches. “I take it you’re enjoying your Christmas present then?”

The surprise that lit his eyes sent a thrill of excitement through you, “The best one I’ve gotten so far.”

A snorted laugh left you, “So far?” His hand flipped the skirt up so quickly you gasped. The cold rush of air hitting your thighs but Steve’s shoulders stiffened and you knew he was just as surprised as you’d hoped he would be. 

“Alright, I take it back,” he rumbled, the smirk pulling at his lips as he looked down at your exposed pussy. His mouth-watering at the sight of you naked, no panties, the seam of the tights wide and looping over your mound and around the curve of your ass. “This might be the best gift ever.”

Reaching forward his finger traced just over the edge of the seam, “I’m going to miss tearing them with my teeth though.”

Before you could reply his lips were back at your knee, mouthing up the inside of your thigh, fingers snapping the material on the back of your knee a couple of times before switching to the other leg.

Honestly, Steve’s stocking fetish always made you feel a little sexier and a little more like a goddess. Just the way his eyes would rake over your legs; exposed but covered by the thin sheer material and when he would make little holes in the cheaper pairs, pulling and ripping them to expose your flesh directly to his mouth.

“Oh sweetheart,” he half chuckled, breath caressing against your core. As he swiped a finger through your damp folds. “If I didn’t know any better I’d say you have a thing for stockings too.”

A moan broke free of your lips, “Not stockings, just you.”

He hummed, lips against your thigh, “Aren’t I the lucky one.” Slowly and in the most torturous way Steve’s tongue reached out licking a long slow swipe along your pussy, pulling a gasp from your lips.

“Steve,” you gasped again, feeling his tongue prod against you finding your clit and making your hips shift. “Not in the living room.”

A groan sounded from his throat, fingers dipping under the edge of the stockings and giving a bit of a tug. The seam popping slightly as he tugged and making him press his mouth harder against you. Your hips jerked up into his mouth, feeling his fingers spreading you a little wider, lifting your legs against his shoulders. The feeling of his muscles twitching and flexing under your heels as they dug in. One hand flew into the long locks of his hair holding him in place.

“Fuck, Steve,” you gasped, you thought you heard something but when his fingers pressed inside of you, two all the way to the second knuckle the only thing you could hear was your heartbeat thundering in your ears. He groaned against you again, blue eyes looking up into yours when his lips latched onto your clit giving a hard suck as his fingers worked in and out of your soaking core.

“Look at me,” he commanded, unsure of when you’d even closed your eyes, to begin with.

Eyes snapping open, you grasped his hair tighter. Giving a little tug as your hips rocked into his mouth, riding his face the closer you got. Thighs clenching around his head as he groaned your name. “I’m close Steve,” you breathed.

His eyes lit up at that, mouth working a little harder as his fingers worked you faster. Tightening down the coil in your belly until it was ready to snap. “Good girl,” he mumbled against your flesh, tongue lathing that tight bundle of nerves. “Cum for me pretty girl.”

You came with a gasp, back arching off the floor and hand tightening in his hair enough that it had to hurt. Steve held you tight, arm clenching around your thigh holding you as close as possible as you rode his face; lapping at your release like a man starved. A deep heavy groan leaving his throat when your legs went lax around his head. 

Panting heavy Steve covered your body with his own, the heat pouring off of him as he pressed a kiss to your lips thrusting that sinful tongue of his in your mouth. Sharing in the taste of you, “You ready for more sweetheart,” he asked hips thrusting against you.

About to answer him the sound of a voice clearing brought both of you crashing down. Both turning to look at Tony who stood with his arms crossed on the other side of the couch. “Guys, this is a family holiday,” he reprimanded gesturing to the two of you. “What if Santa finds you?!”

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