#so forgive me for doing lil drabbles like this for the time being!

[myers-meadow]

Raphael or Haarlep reacting to waking up as the little spoon, even though the little mouse is smaller than the fiend. Like Tav's chest is pressed against the fiend's back, arms loosely but tenderly wrapped around his torso, their head resting by his shoulder blades as he feels the mortal's peaceful breath gently fanning the base of his wings. Perhaps the fiend even realizes that his tail has ended up coiled around one of Tav's legs.

Here you go, love, and thank you for the ask!

Please let me know if you enjoyed, reblogs very welcome, I'm v enamoured with the half-devil <3 and I love getting to talk to others who love him too ^^

Summary: fluff, fade to black hinting at smut, sleepy cambion, no warnings.

Wordcount: 345

divider by saradika-graphics

How did the House of Hope come to be your escape, you wondered, absentmindedly, half asleep. You curled into the cambion in front of you, comfortable in between his wings, resting your chin on his shoulder. His heat kept you warm, but still you preferred a blanket. It felt more intimate to be underneath one together. His presence made Avernus feel like home, the sounds of the Blood War a far off noise that lulled you to sleep. It was never easy to sneak away from camp unnoticed to spend time with Raphael, but at this point, you didn't care what your companions thought. You slept best with the cambion.

The tail around that's gently curled around your leg, tightened for a moment, twitching as it stretched and relaxed. He's waking up. Softly, you pressed kisses into his skin, enjoying the ridges of his spine.

He hummed as he stretched the rest of him, tensing for a moment as the arm slung over his waist inhibited his movement.

"Comfortable, are you, my dear?" His voice was still thick with sleep. You tightened your arm around him, preventing him from turning around. It was nice to be the big spoon. Would he feel safe, as you feel when he holds you?

"You're very warm," you say softly, "I'm sorry if I woke you. We can still sleep a bit more..."

He lifted your arm to turn around, you let him this time. Immediately, he leaned in, noses bumping, and kissed you deeply. The sharpness of his teeth still delighted you, bringing up images from the night before. The bitemark in your thigh throbbed at the memory. His groan as you lick into his mouth was sinfully deep. With a big hand, he held your face still, to kiss deeper, so deep it felt like you barely got to breathe. He's truly a dream, you thought, moaning as you traced the ridges on his back.

He dislodged from you, holding you close, trapped within his arms, to say: "Sleep? Hm. Maybe there's something else we could be doing instead..."

#ask #anon #raphael the cambion #raphael bg3 #bg3 raphael #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #raphael x tav #raphael the cambion x tav #raphael bg3 x reader #i have quite a few really fun ideas for haarlep and raphael; for longer fics!! but i seemingly;; have no mental space rn :(( #so forgive me for doing lil drabbles like this for the time being! #a lot of the prompts you sent can potentially overlap with larger ideas i have so i will build those ideas into those fics as well #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii

[doki-doki-imagines]

hi! maybe a little self indulgent but was wondering if you could write a lil drabble of earthrealm gang x yn (fem y/n if possible) but she’s related to shang tsung in some way (idk sister, daughter if u wanna get real silly) and shes just as pretty but just as mean :3c ty!

author note: In some the reader is the sister in others the daughter. Going for hcs for my mental health :)

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Johnny Cage: -He doesn't completely trust you, even if damn, you are hot. -Like he can't resist flirting with you even if it means getting the harshest rejection ever. -At this point, it is a challenge more than anything else. Once one of your failed potions exploded right into his face while he was blabbering one of his cheesy pickup lines. "You are smoking." "Hot?" "No, just smoking." You reply, pinching a strand of hair still on fire, extinguishing it. -You know 99% of boys stop flirting just before getting a date? Johnny's positive mindset won't let him fall for this trap. -Maybe you'll fall for his loserboy behavior…

Kenshi Takahashi: -Mh the ex-yakuza doesn't trust you one bit. Even if you never betrayed them. -It's just that you like lying a bit too much for his liking. -"I'll keep an eye on you." You chuckle "What eye? I don't see any on your face." You shrug his words off. -Nobody has ever been blacklisted this fast in Kenshi's mind. -But for real, he'll keep your every step checked ready to attack at any of your missteps. -"If you like spying on me so much you could take me out on a date so I can answer all your questions." You hear him choking on his saliva before snapping back. "How do you know I'm spying on you?" Your eyes widened getting closer to him "So I was right? You are spying on me? Damn, you must be so down bad for me-" -The idea of falling one of Wu Shi mountains sounds so good now for Kenshi. "Come pick me up at 9 p.m. and take me to a nice place it has been so long since I've eaten something nice." -Seems like Kenshi has a new problem to deal with. -Also because Madame Bo is the only place nearby…

Kung Lao: -He doesn't trust you at all, your mother may have been a nice woman but your father is terrible! And with your sharp words, Lao thinks you have taken his personality too. -"Begone sorcerer! My hat will slice you in two if you take another step closer." "I'm sure my words have done more damage than that stupid hat." -Actually, a friendship will develop thanks to your constant fights, not always won by you. -Raiden better if you stay alert, you have two sly foxes in the temple now

Raiden: -He isn't as wary as the others, after all you haven't done anything wrong. Being born from such an evil guy doesn't make you evil. -But damn, you can be so harsh with him at times. More than once Raiden wanted to remind you that if it wasn't for him you would be homeless and a loser just like your father. -But then Raiden remembers it's actually thanks to Liu Kang if you are there and bites his tongue. -You are also one of the few people able to make Raiden snap! Most monks never saw such fury before he met you. -"You should thank me. Weak minds don't last much in battle." "If you expect me to thank you for pissing me off you'll have to wait your entire lifetime, snotty sorcerer."

Liu Kang: -When he created this new timeline he hoped a sister could tone down Shang Tsung's evil intentions. -But at the end he threw you away, treating you like a stepping stone to the road to achieve his goal. -So Liu Kang took you in. That doesn't mean you will so easily forgive him for his mistake. -Your words slice his heart frequently. Not because you want to cry about your condition, it's mostly your fault after all, but simply because you like to tease that raw nerve that awakens a usually hidden side of him. -"Shut your mouth or I'll seal your lips forever!" "Ohhh-" you coo at his words "But then how I'll latch my lips at your throat? You seemed to like it yesterday." You say, pressing a finger on the spot where the hickey should be, already recovered thanks to his godly nature. -Liu Kang stomps his right foot on the ground before running out from your lab. How he can love you so much and despise you at the same time is something he still has to wrap his head around.

Geras: -A saint. You may tease, joke, just be nasty and Geras will reply with the calmest voice ever. -Liu Kang told him to make you feel at home and Geras takes his job seriously. -You nagged him a lot about the hourglass, making you take a small peak at it but he never let you close. -"You are too serious Geras, loosen up a little." "It's to compensate for your lack of rules." -You still have to warm up to each other…

Bi-Han: -He doesn't like you. AT ALL. -Bi-Han looks at you with a face dripping with scorn. Even if you are taller than him, he'll make you feel like an ant. -If you tease him too much he'll snap back and won't keep himself from hitting you. -But if you stroke his ego, promising him strength and glory… -As your brother told you "If you want men to do what you want stroke their ego and they will be at your feet." -He also did an analogy comparing the ego to a di- Okay I think the point is clear.

Kuai Liang: -He doesn't trust you, but if Liu Kang decided to keep you with them he won't oppose his decision. -Liang will often ask to train with you, mostly to test your skill level and eventually prepare for a future betrayal. -Also your lab will be often spied, checking if your experiments are safe and good for Earthrealm. -Till one day Liang found a small card on your desk "Train better your men, I could tell someone sneaked in the first time. Shirai Ryu won't last long otherwise." -He tightens the grip on the card, rolling it up before throwing it on the ground. -Liang was the only one that has been spying on you…

Tomas Vrbada: -He doesn't trust you immediately but he is one of the few to give you a chance. -Tomas won't be like a dog, following you around and completely trusting you, but he'll be one to bring you a hot beverage in cold winters when you are alone in your lab. -He answers wittily to your words and rarely he gets dejected. -"I suppose you won't survive in the Lin Kueis if you had a weak mind or if you are simply an idiot…" You whisper out, Tomas' ears catching your words anyway. "…You thought I was an idiot?" -You'd like to reply "Why the paste tense? I still do." but you decide to bite your tongue. You don't mind his company after all.

#mk x reader #mk1 x reader #mortal kombat x reader #mk headcanons #mk1 headcanons #mortal kombat headcanons #johnny cage #johnny cage x reader #kenshi takahashi #kenshi x reader #liu kang #liu kang x reader #geras #geras x reader #mk1 raiden #raiden x reader #kung lao #kung lao x reader #bi han #bi han x reader #kuai liang #kuai liang x reader #tomas vrbada #mk1 smoke #tomas x reader #smoke x reader

[starrylothcat]

2 and 11 from the most recent prompt list?

(Kisses down the neck underneath a high necked shirt (cough blacks cough)) (Kisses all over the face until.) With Crosshair? Man always is so sassy but I want a little sugar with him sometimes too.

Happily Ever After

Pairing: Crosshair x GenReader

Summary: You and Crosshair share a ‘lil cozy romantic moment.

Warnings: None? Cheesy drabble with kissing. Potential implied sexy times at the end but nothing is described or explicit. Can be read either way I think. Reader isn’t described. Established relationship.

WC: 1,000

A/N: I am filled with cheese (and sugar) after writing this. It’s getting colder where I live and I’m feeling cozy. I love writing ‘lil soft moments with this man. Also he’s totally a reader. Thanks so much for the ask! ❤️

You were curled up on the couch next to Crosshair, a small fire crackling in your fireplace.

Though Pabu was mostly tropical, the winter months dropped enough in temperature to warrant a small fire in the evenings.

Your legs were on his lap as you laid on the couch, Crosshair using them as an armrest.

You were absentmindedly watching a silly Holovid while Crosshair read on his datapad. Ever since being rescued from the Empire, Crosshair had taken up a few hobbies to keep him busy on Pabu. One of them was reading. He devoured literature, often finishing a novel in a day or two.

You were used to this routine, quiet evenings with just the two of you. You loved hearing him speak of the tales he finished, hearing his thoughts on characters and motivations.

You tried to keep up with him and read the same books, though his keen eyes were able to read and process words much faster than you.

The novels you could finish, you’d sometimes talk for hours about them with him.

You tried to focus on the Holovid, but you were distracted by his profile as he read. His sharp features have softened a bit in the time he’s been on Pabu, the delicate warmth of the fireplace adding a glow to his skin.

He looked peaceful, serene even. You knew the trials and tribulations he went through, the heartbreak and tragedy. You knew he still carried regret like stones in his heart, never quite forgiving himself for what he put his brothers through, though they have forgiven him.

You shifted, slowly sitting up. Crosshair didn’t budge, engrossed in the story. It wasn’t until you moved your legs off his lap and turned off the vid that he gave you a questioning look.

You stretched your arms above your head, readjusting yourself next to him.

You peeked at the words on his datapad, this story about a pirate who kidnaps a hot-headed princess for ransom, but ends up falling for her instead.

“Enjoying this one?” You asked, leaning your head on his shoulder.

Crosshair shrugged.

“It’s fine. Could use some more action and less romance, though.”

You snorted, flicking your eyes up to him.

“Too lovey dovey for you?”

A ghost of a smirk played at the corners of his mouth.

“The princess should kick the pirate’s ass instead of kissing them, is all I’m saying.”

You turned toward him more fully.

“But the pirate has a heart of gold and she sees straight through him! Tale old as time.”

“How do you know?” Crosshair asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I read the summary.” You replied, laughing.

Crosshair still stared at you.

“Okay, okay. I watched the Holofilm they made for this story!”

Crosshair let out a dry chuckle, setting the datapad down.

“Well, you can save me the time and just tell me the rest of the story. Let me guess, they live happily ever after?”

You snorted. “Is that so bad?”

You traced your hand over his, slowly moving up his arm.

Crosshair grunted as your hand made its way up to his shoulder, and up to his cheek. You cupped his face, gently moving his head to face you entirely.

“Is it so bad for the princess to fall for the handsome, roguish fiend?” You whispered, the fire now reflecting in his eyes as he focused on you.

You kissed his cheek, starting a slow path to his other cheek, over his nose and down to his chin.

Crosshair’s long fingers were now tracing up and down your back as you left featherlight pecks all over his face.

You felt him relax into the couch, his breath hitching slightly as you made your way from his stubbled jawline and under his ear, a highly sensitive spot only you knew about.

“It’s not so bad, I suppose.” Crosshair mumbled, his eyes closing, getting lost in the feeling of your lips on his skin.

You made your way down his neck, mentally making a note of how his breathing changed at certain spots.

You hooked a finger at the collar of his blacks, tugging them down to get more access to his skin. You took in his musky scent, how his hand was subtly pulling you closer to him as you continued your journey, relishing in this reserved moment of him letting you take control.

You left small nibbles, using your tongue to trace small patterns at the skin of his neck, which was now flushed with some color, pulling his blacks down further.

His slight grunts and labored breathing was music to your ears that you could listen to forever, his skin becoming hot under your ministrations. You finally lifted your head and topped it all off with a long, deep kiss on his lips.

Crosshair groaned as he lifted you into his lap, fully wrapping his arms around you, taking back some control as his mouth moved with yours.

His tongue danced across your lips, announcing his intention. You invited him in, letting your tongues slowly slide against one another, his hand cradling the back of your head. It was a languid kiss, perfectly matching the tone of the night.

When you finally pulled yourself away from him to catch a much-needed breath, his eyes held a mirthful glint.

“Do you really want me to tell you how the story ends?” You whispered, touching your forehead to his.

“Hmmm…” Crosshair hummed, beginning his own mission of leaving kisses on your cheeks, your forehead, your chin, and down to your neck, your own body heating up at his touch.

“I’ll have to decide that later.” Crosshair’s breath was hot on your skin, his kisses becoming more intense.

You let out a squeal as Crosshair quickly maneuvered you on your back, bouncing slightly on the plush cushions as his lithe body hovered over you.

You smiled as he continued on, leaving no part of your skin untouched by his lips.

By the time you were finished, the fire had burned to embers, and you lay entwined together, drifting off in one another’s arms enjoying the peace of the night.

Though Crosshair would never say it out loud, he did find his happily ever after, and that was in these moments with you.

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[yoongikapi]

dates || ot7 || drabble

just pure fluff

masterlist

namjoon:

❥ namjoon would ABSOLUTELY take you on beautiful walks through the park or cute lil nature walks

❥ and at golden hour the sun would hit his face just right and he’d look otherworldly, you’d smile and he’d ask why but you’d just squeeze his hand tighter

❥ he’d also love if you ask him to take you to the aquarium. he’d probably point out a couple of fish swimming together and say that it’s just like the two of you

<3

jin:

❥ he’d enjoy taking you out to a fancy restaurant, he would absolutely joke that he could do better than the chefs and you joke back that he should apply for a job

❥ it would make him smile if he took you to an amusement park, you’d want to play the games and he’d win a big RJ plushie for you

❥ he’d tightly hold your hand on the roller coaster rides, and grip the handle with his other hand and you’d laugh at him for being so scared

❥ “i wasn’t scared, i was just keeping you safe”

<3

yoongi:

❥ he’d be perfectly content with staying home and watching a movie with you; you’d vote on watching a scary movie and he’d say no. in the end he’d play whatever it is you wanted though

❥ you would cry if he setup a romantic dinner date; candles would cover the room and to top it off he’d play a song he wrote for you

❥ his sweet voice and beautiful guitar would be the only thing that mattered in that moment, you’d hug him tight and thank him for such a perfect night

<3

hobi:

❥ he’d tell you to dress fancy and take you to a dance club

❥ he’d try to teach you some moves but would end up taking your hands in his and would just jump around with you; your smile would light up the room and your laugh would ring in his ears

❥ he’d blush and when the slow songs played, he’d hold you close and spin with you, and would be quick to forgive you when you step on his toes

<3

jimin:

❥ this man would LOVE to spoil you

❥ he’d take you to the fanciest places he knows and would let you pick out whatever you wanted, you’d fight him on paying for some things and he would laugh after you’d see the prices as he hands the clerk his card

❥ “let me buy you something nice too” you’d tell him and he’d agree, you’d hold his hand tighter leading him to the dollar store

(i’m so sorry but we broke)

<3

taehyung:

❥ 100% would take you to an art museum, he’d bring his camera and take cute pictures of you

❥ the two of you would laugh as you setup a self- timer and run to get a good picture together in time

❥ he’d also love to do a painting date with you

❥ he’d setup everything and you’d be shocked when you got home to see the living room covered with canvases and painting supplies; the two of you would laugh at each others’ attempts at painting each other

<3

jungkook:

❥ you’d hug and kiss and thank him so much and he’d just smile when he surprised you with tickets to your favorite artist

❥ you’d jump up and down and scream the songs, he’d just stand there holding your purse but he loves to see you happy and would do anything for you

❥ he’d take you ice skating and would hold on tight to you to keep you from falling

❥ “jungkook you’re good at everything” you’d tell him

❥ he’d simply smile and agree with you

<3

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[hopeluna-archived]

hiiiiiiiiiiiiii can I ask for a lucifer x mc headcanons but mc is the exact opposite of lucifer.

Like how lucifer is always serious, sadistic, a lil scary and not easily forgiving but mc is soft, sweet, passionate and forgives everyone easily. I hope you get what I mean :D

Thx!!! ❤️

! Cupid's arrrows

── ❥ Characters: Lucifer x reader

── ❥ CW: none!

── ❥ A/N: ok so I kinda did a similar something like this here but imma do it again 'cause i'm a sucker for the Grumpy x sunshine trope <3 oh and I uh- accidentally turned it into a drabble kinda oops? Also its kinda shit ngl (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)

M.list

" - and did you think I wouldn't find out that you've been using my credit card for your purchases, unecessary purchases-"

Mammon wasn't sure how much time had passed since Lucifer started talking. Maybe three hours? Four? It was as if time had started to melt and Mammon wasn't even sure what Lucifer was scolding him about at this point, his voice nothing but a distant buzzing in the corner of Mammon's mind.

All he did know is that he happened to have the worst timing today and had stumbled across Lucifer at the exact moment he had fallen victim to one of the Anti-Lucifer league's schemes.

Lucifer, of course, saw Mammon and didn't bother to waste another second before dragging him by the ear to his office. Mammon also didn't bother defending himself 'cause he knew that usually Lucifer would understand that it wasn't Mammon's doing but lately the stress of managing RAD had taken a toll on him and so the first person to fall in his sight would be a victim of his lectures.

The victim being Mammon, unsurprisingly.

"are you even listening to me?"

Mammon's eyes snapped back from the wall to notice Lucifer's narrowed eyes. "What? Don't you have anything to say? A defence? An apology? Something instead of emptily staring off into nowhere?"

Just as Mammon opened his mouth to try a pathetic attempt to sway his brother's attention from his sharp words, the door to the office behind Mammon opened and the sudden shift in Lucifer's expression almost made him question reality.

"Lucifer?"

Oh its MC, that makes sense. This is my cue to get out of here!

"Yes, darling?" The honeyed voice of Lucifer that followed would surely render any other demon speechless to even process that tone came from the cold Avatar of Pride himself.

" we had a date planned, remember? I think we should leave if we wanna get to the restaurant in time!"

"You're right, we should get going-" and like the demon in the middle of the room he was previously scolding didn't exist, Lucifer made his way to the door without missing a beat "- i'm glad you came to inform me before it got late", his voice soft and expression as if he'd been struck by arrows, the good kind though.

Well that was weird. As far as Mammon knew from Asmo, Lucifer and MC's date was not going to start until after almost two hours so he didn't understand why MC had showed up to the office to take Lucifer away from another two hours of scolding.

A wink and smile from MC before the door closed answered that question for him.

© hopeluna. Do not copy, translate, modify or repost any of my work in this or any other site. Do not steal or modify my ideas/concepts either.

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[here2bbtstrash]

manifest a drabble - requests are open! 🔮

2023 is coming to a close, which means it's time to start reflecting on the last 12 months and setting our intentions for the new year! one of my favorite ways to do that is through the power of ✨manifestation✨ - and since i've had such a wild trip around the sun, i figured this time, why not manifest for more than just myself??

so let's get into it!

🔮 what does it mean to "manifest" something? ✨ put simply, manifestation is really nothing more than a belief in the power of positive thinking! it's based around the idea that if you speak (or in this case, write ✨) something like it's already true, you can speak it into actually happening your life! i recommend looking up "the law of attraction" if you want to learn more about the idea.

however, for the purposes of this drabble event, this is really just a big ol' inside joke we have on this corner of the internet: since i started writing in this fandom, i've had a tendency to ~predict~ a lot of things in my writing, both in bangtan's world and my own personal life. it's gotten to the point where my friends are a little afraid of how spot-on i can end up being (lmao) so i thought it could be a silly thematic way to inspire some writing requests. with that being said, please don't take any of this too seriously - we're just having fun!

🔮 how do i manifest a drabble? ✨ it's simple! take a moment to think about something you really want in your life, particularly in this upcoming new year. your ideas can be abstract or specific, directly related to bangtan or not, based in reality or totally out in delulu fantasy world - i'm open to anything!

when you've got something, go ahead and "speak it into existence" by dropping it into my ask box. you can also include additional specifics for the resulting drabble if you have any (genre, preferred member, whether you want smut or not, etc.) - but i reserve the right to take some creative freedom in how it ultimately turns out!

🔮 are there any rules for requesting drabbles? ✨ just a few basics!

i expect you to be 18 or older to submit a request (or to be on this blog at all!!).

i don’t have any hard and fast rules about things i won’t write (open to smut, angst, fluff, memxmem, you name it!).

however, i do also reserve the right not to fulfill a request if i'm uncomfortable with it or don't think i could do it justice - or if i end up not being able to get to them all! i'm just one lil human with a full-time job and a busy offline life, so please be kind and patient with me.

you're welcome to submit these on or off anon, and i'm open to multiple submissions per person, just please don't submit the same idea more than once! (you can always DM me if you're unsure whether or not an ask went through).

and finally, keep in mind that these will be drabbles, ideally under 1k words each, so please try and keep your ✨ manifestations ✨ drabble-sized!

🔮 how long do we have to manifest? ✨ your clock runs out when the new year rolls in - requests close at 11:59 PM (eastern) on december 31st! i'll fill any requests that inspire my muse throughout the month of december, and will probably continue to dip into my ask archives well into january, depending on how i'm feeling. as a reminder, this event is me getting back into writing after a 6 month+ break, so forgive me if i'm a little slow/rusty!!

hope y'all are excited 🔮 if you've made it this far - why not take your future into your hands and manifest a drabble today?! ✨

#mposting #manifest a drabble 🔮 #eeeeeee i'm so excited/nervous 🙈 #hit me with your ideas!!!!

[dawnagustd]

encore || jhs (18+)

Part of the Jack N’ Jill Series: Encore | Danger! | Party Time 

⇢ Drabbles: Kink Hours Drabble

⤏ title: Encore ⤏ pairing: lead rapper!hoseok x drummer!female reader ⤏ genre: angst | smut | rock band au | rich kid!reader | bad boy!hoseok | friends to fwb | early 2000s settings ⤏ summary: The show's over, but you’re still begging for more. ⤏ rating: 18+ ⇢ word count: 5.1k ⤏ warnings: mentions violence (a punch) | mentions injuries & caring for them | light pining | sexual tension | dry humping | first time sex | virgin!reader | protected sex | pet names (i clench every time he calls her “ma”) | spit kink | choking (yes, with the gloves on) | hair tugging and you know why | oral sex (pussy eating) | there’s Hoseok and then there’s Jay both are wild if you ask me | power play dynamics | light dom/sub dynamics | cum shots | cum play | semi public sex | cervix touching | rough sex | pussy sniffing/worshiping | dirty talk | corruption kink | and yes the camera will make an appearance in the name of science | aftercare | crying | degradation | breast play | female masturbation | light manhandling...let me know if I missed anything ⤏ a/n: And behold !! lol. This is what theee performance made me do. Please forgive me, this isn’t my best work. I wrote some of this why dealing with COVID. But thank you @agustdealer​ for beta reading for me so last minute. Words can’t describe how much I appreciate it. I hope y’all enjoy it.

⤏ playlist: Mesmerize by Ja Rule & Ashanti(I’ve decided that this is one of their theme songs) | What If by J-Hope | When I See U by Fantasia | Naughty Girl Remix by Beyoncé ft. Lil Flip

Story Guide: This installment takes place before Danger! and Party Time. However, it can probably be read out of order or as a standalone if you wish to read that way.

“Keep your hand flat. I’m almost done,” you stress as you secure the bandage with some tape.

It’s not the best work, but you had limited supplies in the band’s first aid kit. If you’d known it was this scarce, you would have stocked it up with supplies. You can never be too careful when it comes to safety.

“Why did you hit him anyway?”

Hoseok stares straight ahead, zoned out with his left knee bouncing up and down. A tick of his that only appears when he’s angry or anxious.

You call his name and tap his arm, snapping him out of it and regaining his attention.

“Hm?” he hums.

With an eye roll, you repeat yourself. 

“I was talking about Viper. Why’d you hit him in the first place?” you ask, running your thumb over the dressing to see if it’s sturdy enough to last through the performance. He winces when you come in contact with his knuckle. “Sorry.”

“You’re good. And it’s just some bullshit. Don’t worry about it,” he insists.

But you aren’t dumb.

“It was about me, wasn’t it?”

When Hoseok’s eyes widen, you get your answer.

“Hey, it’s nothing,” he lies.

You turn away from him, looking at your nails to distract yourself from the ugly truth of your presence here. They’ll never like you, so why even try?

“Maybe I should stop coming around,” you suggest. “This isn’t worth it.”

He’s behind you before you can even finish speaking, turning you around so he can see your face.

“Stop that, all right. I asked you to be here, and they have to accept that.”

You nod, but you still aren’t feeling any better about it. You don’t care much about what people think, but you don’t want friends fighting over you. It makes you feel so shitty.

“Look at me,” he requests, then uses his finger to tilt your chin up. In moments like this, you must remind yourself to take a step back. Feeding into any thoughts of Hoseok being more than a friend is dangerous, and you know you shouldn’t do it. “I want you around. That’s all that should matter—”

The door bursts open, revealing the band’s bass player, Ty.

“Jay, we got a problem.”

The look on his face indicates that something is wrong.

Hoseok scoffs. “We,” he points between himself and the man standing at the door, “sure do.”

“Uhh, sorry, bro. But there really is a huge problem,” he informs.

“Okay, spit it out. I don’t have all night.” Hoseok’s annoyance has him all tensed up, and you absentmindedly place your hand on his back, relieving some of the pressure momentarily.

Ty gazes at the site with curious eyes but thankfully asks no questions because you have no explanation on why you did it or why he actually relaxed under your touch.

“Well, um…Viper just quit, and we’ve got ten minutes until showtime,” Ty finally confesses.

Hoseok doesn’t bat an eye. However, your stomach drops to the floor. This isn’t good. Now you’ll definitely be kicked out of the circle. Viper’s the band’s drummer. They can’t perform without him.

You’re about to open your mouth to offer an apology and to plead with Hoseok to allow you to speak with Viper, but he speaks up before you can even find the words.

“Okay,” he shrugs. “Fuck him. Go check the equipment and make sure the bastard didn’t take anything. I’ll be out there in a second.”

Ty stands there in shock, his expression looking similar to yours. When he doesn’t move, Hoseok loses his patience. 

“Dude, why are you still standing here?” His arms stretch out with an aggravated huff. “Go!”

The man scrambles out of there before Hoseok can throw another punch, and you stand in utter disbelief. How is he not upset? And how is he going to put on a show without a drummer?

Although, your answer comes sooner than later.

“You got your sticks, right?” he asks while grabbing his black leather gloves.

You nod.

“Yeah, always,” you confirm. “Why?”

The moment Hoseok throws you a smirk, your knees become weak, though you aren’t swooned for long.

“It’s time to use them,” he says, looking in the mirror to fluff out his hair. “Let’s go.”

But instead of following him, you stand in the same spot, babbling any excuse that comes to mind. Hoseok walks over to you and starts pulling you towards the door.

“I-I can’t go out there!... I don’t have an outfit…What if I mess up?... My braces are still on!”

Hoseok silences you by placing his finger on your lips. He chuckles, finding your panic amusing.

“First of all, you look hot. Second, you were at my place every day while I was writing these songs,” he tells you. “I wouldn’t ask you if I didn’t know you could do it.”

“But—”

“You’re gonna be fine, ma. Don’t worry,” he assures, giving you those soft eyes that he knows will leave you a mess. “Just keep your attention on me, and you’ll never miss a beat.”

You have no idea what that means, but it has your pussy leaking like a waterfall. Your thoughts are clouded by whatever delusional haze that has come over you as you allow yourself to think this man is flirting with you. You agree before you can change your mind.

“All right, I guess I’ll give it a try,” you sigh. “I’ll get my stuff and meet you on stage.”

“Yes,” he triumphs briefly and wastes no time making his way to the stage. 

However, you call his name before he departs.

“You aren’t going to wear your hat?” You point to the jester cap on the “dressing room” couch.

“Nah, it’s too hot. Don’t be too long, babe.”

And then he’s gone, leaving you with your mouth open and your legs wobbling. 

Hoseok hasn’t had a haircut in over a month. How in the hell are you supposed to survive when he's out there looking like the three letters of sin?

“I’ll try,” you mumble as you stare at the empty hallway. 

You stand there until you hear them calling your name, and then you have no choice but to go out there and face your fears—or your desires, you should say.

“I have to give it to you, _____,” Yoongi compliments. “I’ve been playing with these guys for years, and I don’t think Viper could ever capture your stage presence.”

Ty chimes in. “Shit, tell me about it. Did you see those chicks on the front row telling Jay to move so they can throw her some kisses? That was hot, and I laughed my ass off.”

Both of them retell the events of the show, but you can’t find yourself cheering. You were initially nervous, but once the music started and the crowd’s applause vibrated the stage, you felt an unexplainable rush that took over your body.

Now you’re just worried if it was too much. You’re afraid you’ve overstepped, and Hoseok may be angry with you. You’ve been avoiding him since you got off the stage, but you know you can’t run forever.

“Hey, _____. Jay wants you to come backstage when you get a chance,” one of his groupies calls from the doorway of the entertainment hall. 

“Okay. Did he say why?” you ask out of curiosity.

“I’m not a messenger. Ask him yourself.”

Her attitude rubs you wrong, and it makes your eye twitch. You take a deep breath to calm yourself as she disappears into the corridor.

“We’ll catch you later. Better see what he wants,” Yoongi teases, and you give him the best smile you can muster up.

Knowing Hoseok is waiting for you, you don’t stall. You make your way towards the room you were in earlier with a fast-beating heart.

The door is cracked, but you still knock before you enter. Your hand searches for the light switch as you close the door behind you, but a force traps you against the wall before you can do so.

Even in the poorly lit room, you can make out Hoseok’s handsome features and curly hair. His body is pressed against yours, causing you to tense up for a brief moment.

“Shit, you scared me,” you squeak, eyes wide. “Is something wrong?”

“Nope. I’m just a little jealous.” His smile is genuine but sinister.

You take a gulp before you answer, swallowing back a feeling you know you shouldn’t feel when he’s this close to you.

“Jealous of what?”

“You know how you behaved out there. Don’t play with me,” he scoffs, his smirk still evident.

“Oh. Sorry about that.”

“Sorry? For what?” he asks.

“I guess for getting too wild. I know that’s your thing.”

His head shakes, and his hair covers his dark eyes. You plant your hands on the wall behind you to support your trembling legs. A part of you wishes he’ll create some space between you.

“Am I making you uncomfortable or something?” Hoseok quizzes.

“What?! I mean, no. Of course not,” you laugh nervously.

He leans closer, and the smell of him invades your nostrils. You instantly become drunk off of him just standing there, inhaling his scent.

“I was about to say,” he whispers in your ear. “You didn’t seem shy earlier.”

“What do you mean?” 

You hold a breath, waiting for him to back off, but he never does.

“When you were checking me out,” he reveals, and you nearly sink to the floor. “You were peering over, trying to see me. They told me, you know.”

“Um…”

You have no argument. There’s nothing you can say because it’s true.

The growling, the dick grabbing, his wet fucking hair. You couldn’t catch a break. Then to make matters worse, he started thrusting the air. You couldn’t see him clearly since his back was facing you, but the reaction from the crowd told you everything. You craved to see more, but unfortunately, your position prevented you from doing so.

“If you wanted me to show you some more, all you had to do was ask,” he informs, using his hips to grind against you.

Your mouth falls open slightly, but nothing comes out. There are no words to describe the thoughts going through your head. Your body is tempted to join him, but thankfully he laughs before you can give in.

“I’m just fucking with you,” he chuckles. “You did good, ma. I’m proud of you. That energy was incredible.”

After you give him a tight smile, he continues.

“The position is yours if you want it.”

“Yeah, of course I do,” you answer truthfully, and he congratulates you.

You release a sigh when he withdraws, and it doesn’t go unnoticed. 

“What’s up with you?” he asks immediately.

Fuck.

“Nothing,” you lie.

“Really?” 

He walks over to you again and tries to read your expression. His fingers poke at your sides playfully to get a reaction.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Move, please,” you groan, trying to walk around him, but he grabs your waist.

It’s not uncommon for you two to be touchy when no one’s around, but you don’t trust yourself tonight. You might react inappropriately and can’t handle that kind of embarrassment.

“Can you stop it?” You push him away, and the game changes; he’s no longer his playful self.

Without another word, he spins you around and corners you once again. Your back hits the wall with a small thud, but it's only because the back of his hands block the impact. You stare at him like a deer in headlights, knowing that you’re in deep shit.

If there’s one thing you know about Hoseok, he’ll draw the truth out of you.

“Sorry, but something’s wrong,” he tries again. He whispers, “Is it girl stuff?”

You sigh defeatedly.

“Something like that,” you admit.

The ridges on Hoseok’s face become more defined as he tries to decipher what that could mean.

“It’s a guy, huh?”

Your reaction proves your guilt. “What?! No!”

“A girl?”

“Uhh…”

“You can tell me, you know?” he assures, and you crack at the sight of the softness within his eyes. Most of the time, he’s rough around the edges, but he’s caring when he needs to be.

“Yeah, it’s a guy,” you confess.

His expression is unreadable, but still, you feel a bit of disapproval radiating from his body.

“So, you’re his now? And I’m not allowed to touch you?” he concludes.

“Wha–No, Jay. I swear that’s not it.”

“Then what is it?”

“It’s you,” you blurt out, slapping your hand over your mouth.

Hoseok goes from pissed to shocked, and you quickly try to escape the embarrassing moment you’ve created for yourself. Why couldn’t you just have kept your mouth shut?

“Wait a minute.” He takes a step back but holds up his hand to stop you. “You need to explain what you mean by that. I can get someone else if you don’t want to talk to me.”

“It’s nothing like that. I promise,” you assure.

“Okay, I figured. But still, what’s up?”

“It doesn’t matter. I just need to go. It’s late.”

But he doesn’t move.

“Where are you going?” he questions. “Your parents letting you in at this hour?”

When you got off stage earlier, you already had 23 missed calls. He should already know the answer to that question.

“No, but I don’t think I can come over to yours either,” you inform. His head tilts, curiosity probably flooding his thoughts. “I’m not myself tonight, and I don’t want to say or do anything stupid.”

“Like…?”

You shrug your shoulders.

“Tell you the things I think about you probably? I’ve already slipped up once.”

You lower your head, but he tells you to look at him.

“So you’re trying to tell me that you like me or something?” he quizzes, searching your face for answers. “You know the rules, right?”

You nod. “Members can’t date each other, and that includes fucking.”

“So you know that nothing can happen, right? I’d be a hypocrite.”

“I’m sorry. I don’t know how it happened, but I swear it was never my intention. I know how much the band means to you, and it means a lot to me too, and—”

“Shh,” he whispers, bring a finger to his mouth. He comes closer and leans down, bringing his face only an inch away from yours. Your breath hitches as soon as your eyes meet, and you’re left wondering what will happen next. “This is our secret, okay?”

After you agree, the softest kiss is placed on your lips. Your eyelids flutter shut, and your palms find his chest to ground yourself. His hands return to your waist, but as the kiss deepens and the moment heats up, he wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer.

A soft moan emits from your throat when he slips his tongue inside your mouth, exploring aimlessly and becoming greedier as the seconds pass.

You start to feel more confident and begin run your hands over his body, noting how firm he is with each gentle squeeze. Your mind is left jumbled and hazy by the time his lips abandon yours. A whine threatens to escape, but you catch it at the last second.

When your eyes open, you stare at each other as you process the intensity of the minute-long moment shared between you. Heat creeps up your neck because, despite the many kisses you’ve shared with others while making out, this is the first time you’ve felt this overcome with lust from the small act alone.

Your mind races with many thoughts because you aren’t sure of what Hoseok is thinking until he speaks.

“I’m probably going to regret this…” he says before hooking his hand behind your thigh. He lifts your leg and then taps the other one. “But, come here.”

You hop in his arms, and he carries you across the room to a large wooden table.

He lays you on top of it and slips his hand under your skirt, snatching off your panties in one swift motion. You prop yourself up on your elbows and use your foot to push yourself back. Once both feet are on the table, he spreads your legs and drops to his knees. 

Hoseok curses when your pussy is revealed to him, and he brings his face in close proximity. He inhales deeply as his nose travels along your inner thigh and eventually finds itself against your cunt. He breathes in your scent with a satisfied hum, like he’s been dying to smell you forever.

“You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to taste this pussy,” he comments, giving your clit tiny kitten licks. “Fuck, you’re gonna be crying when I’m done.”

“What–Oh, shit!”

His tongue flattens and licks up your slit, making you tremble in his grasp. The first intrusion is breathtaking and unlike anything you’ve ever felt. Hoseok does not show any fear when he dives into your center and doesn’t hold back any thought that runs through his mind.

He laps up your juices and makes out with your pussy as feverishly as he did your lips. Your hands form fists as you fight through the sensitivity.

“So fucking sweet,” he moans against your heat. “You taste so fucking good.”

“Please.” The plea erupts from your throat without much effort, without even knowing what you’re asking for. However, Hoseok seems to know what it is you need.

“Come on my tongue. I don’t mind.”

He sucks in your clit between his lips and your back arches. The volume of your voice leaves your ears ringing, not even caring if someone outside of the room could hear you. The tears Hoseok promised begin to roll down your cheeks as the first real orgasm of your life takes over your body.

Your limbs stiffen when he nibbles on your sensitive bundle of nerves and robs you of the only breath that remains in your lungs.

“Be as loud as you want, baby. It’s just us.”

He finishes by cleaning up your arousal, licking you into oversensitivity while your body squirms to get out of his hold. “Don’t run from me,” he tells you, and you’re forced to lay there while being drained of all your energy.

You’re still whimpering when he makes his way up your body, kissing you and allowing you to taste yourself on his lips. He chuckles when you moan into his mouth.

“Fuck, this is a bad idea,” he says after he pulls away. He mumbles while pondering and trying to determine if it is worth the risk. If you’re worth the risk.

The fate of the entire band lies in his hands, and every decision he makes is crucial to its existence.

“You don’t have to. I would understand if you didn’t.”

“What if I think you look too good to resist?” he asks. A smile cannot help but spread on your face, knowing that your feeling for him is mutual.

Feeling bold, your hands move up his shoulders, and your fingers entangle in his curly wet strands. You catch on to your mistake and withdraw quickly. Hoseok doesn’t like when people touch his hair. You vividly remember how he kicked everyone out when some girl tried to run her fingers through it once.

“I’m so sorry,” you apologize. “I got carried away.”

His response is not one you expect. “You’re good, ma.”

Goosebumps raise on your skin as his glove-clad hands travel up your thighs, pausing once they reach your skirt. He tugs at it gently while looking at you lying beneath him.

“You can touch wherever you want,” he permits.

As he leaves a kiss on your cheek, you relish in the silkiness of his locks. Quickly you get drunk from his touch and slip into a lust-induced trance. Hoseok’s lips travel lower, entering dangerous territory—drawing a sound from you that only your bedroom walls have heard.

“Jay…”

He freezes.

Your mind begins to scramble for excuses, but fortunately, you won’t need them.

“Don’t moan my name like that unless you’re trying to get fucked for real,” he warns you.

Curiosity leaves you practically begging to discover what it is he wishes to keep hidden.

“What if I do?... What if I want you like that?” he rests his forehead on yours to see your face while you speak.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for,” he chuckles.

“How will I ever know if you won’t show me?”

“I shouldn’t, though.”

“Why not?” you ask him.

“You know why.”

“But you have my permission, and I don’t expect you to be my boyfriend afterward,” you assure, but he doesn’t say anything until you beg. “Please?... You can’t take me this far just to leave me hanging.”

“Fuck,” he curses. “That’s not fair.”

“But doubting me is?”

Hoseok breaks with a heavy sigh.

“Well, let me take you back to my place first, okay?” he suggests, gathering your skirt in his hands. “I wanna do it the right way.”

You notice how he reluctantly tries to pull it down but is torn between being patient or feeding into his desire. You hope that he’ll give into it with some encouragement.

“Hoseok, I can’t wait that long.” You wrap your legs around his waist, bucking into his crotch and taunting him carelessly. He grips the fabric a little tight after you gently tug on his hair.

“Babe…”

“I want you,” you whisper. “Now.”

“Then you have me, baby.” 

His hands move to your shirt and make hasty movements to get it over your head. He doesn’t stop there because your bra is next to go, but he pauses before he rips it off you.

“You aren’t shy, are you?”

You take it off yourself, showing him all of your glory. The man has had his face buried in your cunt for nearly five minutes—shame no longer exists.

“Nope,” you reply.

“So fucking hot,” he says, spreading your legs wide. “But so delicate and sweet.”

His hand runs along your inner thigh while he digs inside his back pocket, pulling out his wallet. He opens it and explores its compartments before pulling out a condom.

“Are you nervous?” he asks you, tearing the foil with his teeth.

“Yeah, but I’ll be okay.”

“Eager, are we?” he teases.

“Shut up,” you retort. Your eyes expand when he grabs your face, making you look at him.

“Make me.”

His fingers squish your cheeks together while he places the condom between his lips and unzips his pants with the other hand. He takes it and pumps his cock as he rolls it on, preparing himself for the warmth that awaits him.

When he pulls you closer, and the tip of his dick touches your heat, you realize that it’s really about to happen, and all the stories you’ve heard about the first time start to invade your mind.

“You sure you want to, right?”

You take a deep breath to calm yourself and reply. “Yeah.”

He nods, then brings his cock to your entrance.

“Don’t let me hurt you,” he tells you, probing the thin barrier that blocks his entry. “Just relax.” 

You can only shake your head in understanding because words are impossible to form right now.

You start clawing at his back, trying to hold onto something and cope with the overwhelming fullness. You try to speak, but the intrusion leaves you gasping. There’s a bit of stinging, but the pressure and intensity make you feel like you’re about to explode. 

“I know it’s tough, but you gotta let me know how you’re doing, babe.”

“Do something, please.”

“Huh?”

“Fuck me or something. Don’t just stay like this.” Thankfully, he understands what you mean and starts out with small strokes to test the waters. You squeeze your eyes shut and try to get more familiar with the feeling. “...So big.”

Hoseok can barely contain himself and releases a pained laugh while he also gets used to the feeling.

“No, you’re just really tight…and you’re squeezing the shit out of me,” he informs.

“I-Is that bad?”

“No, sweetheart,” he laughs. “It’s going to feel good for both of us in a second.”

He looks between you to watch the way your pussy takes him in, cursing and commenting on how pretty your cunt looks with him inside of it.

“Can’t believe this pretty pussy is wrapped around my dick. You don’t know how long I’ve been thinking about this.”

The discomfort starts to ebb away when he starts speaking to you. You linger on every word and relish in each compliment he gives you. 

“Always teasing me in these little skirts like I wasn’t tempted to bend you over and fuck you where you stood,” he confesses. “I tried my best to behave, but you just couldn’t keep this pretty cunt to yourself, huh?”

“Jay,” you moan, not even realizing he’s picked up the pace. 

The overwhelming feeling has dissipated, and all that remains is lust and the desire to feel another wave of pleasure wash over you.

“You wanted me to have it, huh? Wanted it to be mine, didn’t you?”

“I—”

“Your parents would be so proud if they knew you gave it up to me, wouldn’t they?” he mocks, amusement in his voice. Your walls tighten around his shaft, making him hiss and degrade you more. “I should tell them what a nasty girl you are.”

His thrusts become deeper, his cock entering your womb and pushing you further up the table on impact. Hoseok brings his hand up to your neck and pins you to the table while he fucks you as roughly as he pleases.

The other hand gropes your tits, swirling his fingers around your nipples to intensify your pleasure. 

“You think they’d approve of this, hm?”

“No,” you rasp, eyes rolling back when he squeezes your throat. “They wouldn’t.”

“But you don’t care, do you?” he questions, and once again, you deny. “You’d rather be my whore than a good girl.”

“Jay, please.”

“Please what?” he teases, loosening his hold to let you breathe. “Does that pretty pussy want to come again?”

“Fuck, yes! Please, Hoseok.”

He laughs at your desperation. 

“Using my real name and shit.” He snatches you up and pulls you to the edge of the table, making you look him in the eye. “Must be a desperate little whore.”

Without even thinking, you reply and shock him even.

“I am. I really am.”

The smirk that grows on his face is menacing, but it sends a pool of arousal gushing from your hole. 

“Prove it,” he taunts. “Open your mouth.”

You do it without hesitation, and immediately he spits in your mouth, telling you to close and swallow without leaving a drop. You don’t bat an eye when you consume it and then open up to show him what you did.

Your obedience leaves his dick twitching inside of you, revealing that he’s also close to his release. 

“Damn, I need to keep you around,” he says, mostly to himself. His words still boost your ego and leave you a drooling mess within his hold. “So good for me. Go ahead and come.”

He whispers as he stares at you with those lust-filled eyes, pounding you remorselessly and bringing more tears to your reddened eyes.

“You deserve it, pretty girl.”

The tightened coil within you snaps, and you can no longer fight off the urge to let go. You come with his name on your drool-covered lips, falling limp in his arms when you’re finally spent. Hoseok lays you down gently and pulls out of your heat, removing the condom swiftly and rubbing his dick until he squirts his cum all over your pussy. 

His moans are so sexy as they fill your ears, and you lay there smiling at him, fucked out and in your post-orgasmic daze. When he’s finally spent, he removes gloves and starts to caress your body gently. You appreciate the delicate touch of his soft hands.

“You okay? Did I go too far?” he asks, you shake your head.

“I enjoyed it a lot,” you answer truthfully. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“This.” You gesture towards your tired body with a weak smile, earning a laugh from Hoseok. 

“I should clean you up,” he points out, walking over to his bag to grab an extra t-shirt he has buried somewhere inside. He pauses as he’s searching and turns to you. 

“Hey.”

You hum.

“You don’t have to say yes, so don’t feel pressured but umm…” he holds up his camera, “I just like to keep these. I don’t show anyone. I just—”

“I’m okay with it,” you confirm.

“Really?”

“Yeah,” you nod, opening your legs so he can have a better view.

You swirl his arousal around and mix it with yours before shoving your fingers inside of yourself, wincing slightly from sensitivity.

“Fuck, just like that,” he encourages.

He snaps pictures and collects them as soon as they develop, lining them up next to you so you can see them once he’s done. They actually look nice, and you find yourself smiling as you look at them.

“You like them?” Hoseok speaks after you’ve been staring for a few seconds. “We can take some more at my place.”

“We can?”

“You want to?” he laughs.

“Of course! I look sexy.” You wiggle your brows playfully, and he shakes his head.

He helps you clean up and put on your clothes despite you telling him not to. You have to walk beside him and grip his arm for stability because your legs are shaky and wobbly. Both of you laugh as you depart. However, he turns to you before you get to his car.

“I know we said stuff while we were fucking, but I just wanna make sure our agreement is still intact,” he states, his tone becoming more serious.

“No, I still feel the same. I have to focus on school, and my parents would never approve, you know?... I don’t think it would be worth it, no offense.”

“Oh, I agree,” he assures. “Well, if it’s all good, let’s go to my place, and I’ll take you to your dorm tomorrow?”

“Sounds good,” you tell him, and it really did sound great.

But then he took you home and fucked you in every position the entire weekend. By Monday morning, you were sore, covered in his marks, and dick-whipped beyond the point of return. 

That weekend was only a sample. The more time you spent together, the more you fucked each other, and the closer you two became.

You had to learn the hard way that friends with benefits usually never work in your favor.

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genre: fluff

pairings: choi san x f!reader

warnings: nothing!

word count: 504, lil beginner drabble.. pls forgive me😅🥲

notes: In honor of Sans newly dyed red hair making an appearance, this was written. I am new to this so feedback is appreciated as well as constructive criticism, hopefully you enjoy! <3

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[11:44pm]

You awaken to the sound of nothing but slight thunder and silence. Bright flashes of lightning illuminate your dimly lit bedroom every few seconds. Yearning for the one body that you want to hold, you turn your head in the direction of the pitter patter of water hitting the shower floor.

“He’s finally home” you thought to yourself as the pads of your feet find their way to the bathroom door.

Opening it to a steamy haze, you drop your clothes to the floor. Mixing them within the already made pile, your glasses and hair tie join the black mask and bucket hat on the counter.

Upon opening the shower door, your eyes finally lay on the man you’ve fought so hard to be with. His name being part of a group that continuously rises higher and higher in the K-Pop industry day by day. It was hard to prove yourself to those who thought poorly of you. A random being with someone so well known was very few and far between.

“I was going to wait to wake you. You looked so at peace while sleeping”. His hushed, deep voice sinks into your ears as he’s already turned around, looking at you adoringly.

You watch as he runs his hands through his newly dyed, bright red hair, making sure to get the remnants of shampoo out.

“God, how can someone be so beautiful?” You’ve thought to yourself for the thousandth time as you watch his back muscles move in sync with his one of his toned arms as he reached to turn the water temperature down.

“Would you like a turn under the water or would you like some help?”. You’re wondering if the haze is going to your brain with his voice sounding so far away.

You can do nothing but blink your tired eyes in his direction and watch as the dimples form on his cheeks while he chuckles, noticing your dazed state.

It’s so hard to not become so immersed in the beauty of a soul that shines such a bright light into your life.

Before you know it, your arms are being lifted and the touch of a loofa is felt. Watching him as he ever so delicately molds to the curves of your body making sure to coat every crevice with the fresh scented soap he’s always loved the smell of. Afterward rinsing you off with the comfortable temperature of water he’s seemingly mastered finding.

-f a s t f o r w a r d -

You feel like time has flown from the time you heard the water shut off to your current position in bed, finally in the secure hold of another. Listening to the pace of a heartbeat that isn’t yours.

“Goodnight honey, I love you so much”. You tilted your head to look at the moonlit face connected to the body you held onto while you feel his grip tighten on you as if you had planned on leaving.

“I love you too, Choi san”.

#ateez x reader #ateez fluff #ateez san #ateez fic #ateez fanfic

[streaminn]

I'm so sorry stream, I KNOW you said this AU is fluff dedicated but I can't just STOP THINKING about Wednesday and Baby Belle leaving Enid (suuuuper reluctantly)

You ended your drabble with "breaks" in italics and it just obliterated me because, what happens then ?

Is she catatonic ? Does she lose it ? Rage ? Tears ? Desperation ? And the way she (doesn't) cope with the fact that the two most important people in her life went away without a word ?

But there's also Wednesday, with a wailing Baby Belle, not crying but misty eyed saying again and again how it is for Enid's good, and who is she kidding, it was going too well. Something was bound to break.

But how do they meet again ? (They have to, it cannot end like that) Is Enid going to forgive her ? How will they mend what broke.

Stream it's not FAIR WHAT YOU DO TO MY BRAIN

Since I'm despairing over my shadowban, I'm opening my Spotify sad Playlist and turning it on so I get into the mood and answer this

Let's get it

Also yall, don't despair over enjoying my angst. Makes me really proud I could elicit a response like that. Not unless yall force the angst down my throat but that's bc I'm kinda a Lil bit of a hypocrite and bc this my blog and my interests so..

Anyways back to Enid, I meant it when she breaks.

She's a college student, she doesn't have alot of time to spend with others. Her family relationship is strained, her relationships with friends is strained bc she had to deal with a baby and potentially fighting for her life constantly so the one grounding thing in her life was baby belle.

And that's gone.

So like, Enid is a Lil hysterical.

At first she was 'shit, shit man did someone kidnap them?'

She barges into yoko's room, a huge mess. Her breath is heavy, she's sweating and her body is shivering like it wants to crumble into the floor and break apart but her family could be kidnapped and she needs to be strong right now.

It isn't until Yoko grabs Enid by the arms and mentions that Wednesday is demon royalty. There is no way she could be kidnapped without a fight. She's strong as hell, Enid! Yoko reminds and she looks worried. Take me to your room.

And Enid does, her body feels too real as she stumbles down halls and corners. It's like she's playing a first person game in her own mind. It took a bit before Enid can even open the door because her hand was shaking so in a fit of frustration at not even being able to do such a simple action- Enid kicks down the door.

A part of her hoped that she was dreaming as the two barges in. That the emptiness of her room was a mean prank. Wednesday was a little socially inept like that, didn't really understood humor like she did after all. Enid wanted that to be true but life doesn't love her and the room is as dead as it always been since she woke up.

She turns to yoko and she looks halfway like her whole reality is shattering. Her shoulders were tight and her chest was heaving as she spoke. "please- yoko, you have to know something-" it spills from her lips repeatedly as her hand tightened on the doorframe. The steel creaks and theres nails digging into it like a pencil to paper.

Yoko trusts her friend, she really does but she shrinks a little as hazed blue eyes become clouded with bits of purple.

"Enid.." she starts, careful as if trying to talk down someone about to do something they could regret. "your room is too clean-"

"I know that!" Enid shouts and the metal she holds breaks crumbles into smth thin, snapping in half as she pushes herself closer to the vampire. "I know that Yoko, tell me something that isn't the obvious!"

Yoko continues like Enid didn't just destroy a bar meant to be outcast proof. "-and all of baby belle's things are gone." a breath was taken and her next words are treaded carefully, as if she was about to step into land with mines. "I don't think this is just a kidnapping."

The silence was deafening and immedietely, Enid's posture dropped into nothing. She just stood there and Yoko watched with morbid fascination as once sky blue eyes shifted purple and her iris shrinks into tiny dots.

"I'm going to Weems," Enid grits out. There is no familiarity in her tone but simple cold fact. The principle was a normal shapeshifter but to the religious community, she was known for her contact with the Queen of hell, known for contacting Envy.

For contacting Morticia.

When the two friends reach her door, Weems was sitting there. She looked like she expected it, her hands crossed in her table as she takes in the ruffled sight of a nearly feral werewolf and the growing terrified vampire.

"it wasn't a mistake, Enid," Weems goes and theres a familiarity in her tone. Like she too, understands and that irritates Enid more than ever. Who is she, to try and relate? "Wednesday transferred out of Nevermore University last Friday."

Enid didn't take too kindly too that, didn't quite like the tone it was said and slams her hands onto the wood.

"well take her back then," she growls. If only it was ever that simple.

Weems stares back. "she's gone, Enid."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Weems interrupts, raising a hand. "us mortals can never be with demons, you need to accept-"

She couldn't even finish her sentence before her whole table was thrown out the windows behind her.

The crash is silencing as it breaks through stained glass. The tiny art shattering into nothing and there is now a new exit to Weems' room.

The chill of the open air is sobering and Weems understood the severity of the situation immedietely. Yoko stands there, having stepped back the moment Enid spoke and her mouth is agape. Stained glass is extremely sturdy, being glass that needed to be layered to make a piece and to see it break so easily-

Its scary and her eyes stare at the back of her best friend.

"Its going to take time," Weems starts again.

Enid tilts her head. "I have all the time in the world."

"I will need some materials if you want to visit the underworld."

"Say it and it's yours."

Its said like a fact and it makes Yoko's fingers twitch. Shit, Enid is serious.

Weems next words is a little hesitant as her eyes shift. "Enid, what if this wasn't a mistake?"

Theres a pause and something fills the air immedietely. It makes Yoko's breath hitch as if something sunk their hands into her lungs and grasped it tight.

Enid's words are slow, her voice a gutteral growl. "I'll burn the world when we reach that."

No one mentioned how the words didn't go that way

#demon baby au #Writing #Enid sinclair #Angst #In a way #The lost tiger

[jihyocentric]

I feel like Sana would have a breaking point and that would be if jihyo did get pregnant and acted like the baby was her partners

It would feel like a real slap to her face by being reduced to basically nothing in her own child's life

Even if we really love someone there's always a limit to how much of a fool we'll make of ourselves

I feel like she would try to meet new people bcs she'd be tired of always being the second choice, even if her hearts still on jihyo, she won't be made a fool anymore

I've been in her place, so I know how it feels like to hold onto smth that will never have a future, but hoping that maybe, just maybe, she would put you in first place

Really I was an idiot for hoping it would ever change, and I'm not proud of getting with someone in a relationship, but shit love hurts

Everytime she would text me, I had hope she would tell me that she's going to dump her boyfriend finally, illusion broke when she told me he proposed and she accepted, that was my wake up slap

I also realised that if she cheated on him, she would totally cheat on me with someone else

But now I have a loving partner and we are happily together ♥️

first of all i'm so sorry you went through this. i don't really know what to say, but i'm happy you found someone who cherishes you!!

i don't see this being 100% the case for that sahyo, though... honestly i just wrote that bc sometimes cheater jihyo is kinda hot so i wasn't thinking about expanding anything... just self indulgent stuff.

that sana did some sort of corruption with her and she's pretty manipulative, hence jihyo was crying. she does love her partner and feels guilty just as much as she wants sana... and sana knew from the beginning that their relationship would be like that if she insisted on being with jihyo.

they're pretty much just a different side of the same coin. jihyo cheats and shares her heart with her partner and with sana. she's definitely toxic with sana, but sana is just as toxic as she is... of course i would agree jihyo is more in the wrong as she is the one doing the cheating, but they're pretty much... abusive? on the same level.

again, i wasn't really thinking about expanding that lil drabble (and i won't really write a sequel), but here's what i think would happen to their future if jihyo happened to get pregnant: maternity makes jihyo realize she has to put an end on her thing with sana and she has to tell her partner the truth.

after becoming aware of how harmful she was to her partner, i believe jihyo wouldn't be able to forgive herself. ever. and she would probably want to end things with her partner as well, but i think the partner would just love her so much that they would eventually forgive her and ask her to stay. or... they would just stay in jihyo's life.

like maybe they break up and meanwhile jihyo is focused on keeping herself and her baby healthy, and she completely shuts sana off for sana's own good - they don't belong together, really. and jihyo would need time. sana would, too, but she probably wouldn't think so. (i was thinking about jeongyeon being the partner so i'll just say it's jeongyeon from now on.)

towards the last month of jihyo's pregnancy, i think jeongyeon would notice that jihyo was alone. of course, jihyo would still keep sana updated, but she wouldn't keep or want sana close. i can see her letting sana see their baby whenever she wants when the baby is out of the womb, but not while she's pregnant, because, again, she needs time.

and i think jihyo would be a mess... so jeongyeon would just show up and make everything better again, as a friend first, then as a lover again. i really think this sana wouldn't want to be a part of her kid's life if she knew jihyo would stay with jeongyeon. maybe jihyo and jeongyeon even get married, and sana would always feel like a bystander. jihyo's baby would already have another mom, so what would sana do there when jeongyeon already does everything?

sana would probably just leave and start a new life somewhere else, letting jeongyeon be the baby's mama, because that would be better for all of them. and for the baby. jihyo would feel guilty and undeserving of jeongyeon's love for the rest of her life, and, well, she really is/was. but i also think they would both sometimes, even if momentarily, forgive themselves and find happiness in the small things that life offers.

#anon #asks #sahyo

[pitconfirm]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

thank you for tagging @mars-mystic!! mwah 😽

1. How many works do you have on ao3

eight, two of which are anon teehee (but i think one is very obviously mine 😅)

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 

60,694... soon to be over 70k 🙈

3. What fandoms do you write for?

im just here for lance nation..... writing about my pookie wookie

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

excluding my anon fics which are the actual #1 and #3...

1 - Gatito (the people yearn for kitty lance)

2 - Midas Touch

3 - Broken Glass (guys please someone else write more 141831 im begging....... i cannot be the only threesome in this tag)

4 - Venus Flytrap

5 - Kamikaze

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I love responding to comments.... i love every comment I respond to every comment unless it's just emojis or i have literally no idea how to respond 😭

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I guess Kamikaze is my only fic with a kind of angsty ending... but not really. i don't like angsty endings 😭 i need problems to be solved. if i know a fic has an angsty ending i generally will not even touch it

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

im now realising that most of my fics on ao3 are just straight up porn..... i swear i am planning more substantial things in the future. but i guess my two tumblr drabbles have happy endings?? oh wait or Detonate.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

luckily i've never gotten any hate at all..... not even anon hate asks, i feel like im missing out. this is what I get for being kind and amazing 😔🫶

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

do i even need to answer this. every kind. almost.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

not crossovers but there are like.... specific aus living in my mind that i want to write. hunger games au, dbh au.... beloveds.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

i hope not 🤨

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

🙅‍♂️

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

no....... not yet 🤔

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

tbh I’ve read so many different fandoms and ships over the years but strollonso is the one I’ve been most feral about. or maybe arthur/eames from inception…..

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I literally have zero wips right now except venus flytrap. the ideas in my brain have dried up like the sahara desert to work on this thing. once I’m finished we’ll see

16. What are your writing strengths?

I like to think I have good wit and flow. and maybe attention to detail… always thinking what more I can add to a scene to make it more palpable

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I think just…. really terrible self criticism. a lot of the time I’m writing and I’m like… what if this sucks what if everyone hates this what if blah blah blah….. WHO CARES!!!!!! I wish I could be less worried about that

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I will write a few words if I feel confident enough about them but not whole passages. I always have nando saying little bits in spanish

19. First fandom you wrote for?

TOOOO EMBARRASSING. I only ever wrote for one other fandom and I was 13 on wattpad and shudder every time I remember

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

I guess it has to be venus flytrap for the pure amount of effort I’ve put in…. and because it’s definitely the most well written by farrrr. I cringe a little reading my other stuff now 😭 but I guess that’s just the nature of improving over time

NO idea who’s already done this so forgive me if I’m being a goof @lil-shiro @lou-who-writes @parallelplayers @boxboxbrioche @vicsy @userkritaaay and now my brain is firing blanks so sorry if I forgot any of my beautiful writer friends

#for anyone who cares 😌 #what do I even say here I already said everything in the post #ok bye

[pumpkinstrawbrew]

I'M DONE

I have spent the last three hours looking for fanfiction on Scarebat that wasn't Nolanverse or Suckerpunch (I love it btw, it's so good, checking everyday for updates🙏🙏)

I didn't only look on Ao3 as you might think, I have looked on Tumblr, Wattpad, Fanfiction.net, Quotev, Deviantart, FUCKING FICWAD, and some others...😔😔 I BARELY MANAGED TO FIND SOME SCRAPS OF CONTENT ON ONLY A FEW OF THEM AND THERE WERE LIKE 3-4 FICS IN TOTAL, MAYBE LESS, DON'T REMEMBER EXACTLY

I need to write my own atp but I'm only half-decent at writing (planning to start practicing writing on Tumblr in the future) and I suck at writing two canon characters interacting with each other.... I would be unstoppable if I had the ability to do so

sorry for ranting in your asks, forgive me, but I think you're the only person who can understand this

-🐓

honestly, it’s kinda odd how over so many years, scarebat barely made rounds on the internet. despite how their whole personas an’ things that surround them as characters make a perfect set-up for a gothic romance. yet, somehow it keeps getting overlooked. batman’s most ideally tailored fuel just never gets enough fanon attention. 

an’ like, i wish that i could somehow share with you a link to some alt dimension, where scarebat was given all the attention it deserved. but as it is, we only have like yeah 3 fics an’ prob the same amount of arts. 

on the one hand, it does suck. i admit. but on other, it leaves a way larger fields to explore. way more opportunities to do smth new an’ different with those characters. i’d also go as far as to state, that when a ship is rare, it has a chance to stay somewhat true to source material or have more of different an’ individual approaches. when a ship is super popular, it’s usually slowly, but surely gets flanderized into the ground. after certain point all that you would see is a low-key copypasta of a fic, that you’ve already read about that pair, but from a different author. i had a couple of popular ships back in the day, an’ it had happened with every single one of them. 

so, in a way, i’m glad that those few scarebat fics are all at least different enough, even if i do say, that i kinda felt down by how it was labeled scarebat with it often being barely about the ship. or it was coming off as one-sided. different strokes for different folks, but it’s part of why i sat down an’ began writing my own fic, that would satisfy my own needs an’ my own vision. i just wanted scarebat romance times with some grittiness in between. which is why i do think, that you really should try to write your own story for them too! or even drabbles. anything that might tailor their dynamic in a way you see it. 

an', well, i do get the anxiety of not ‘being good enough’, or feeling insecure about how well you would be able to capture the ‘canon’ feel. or say, just generally thinking like your skill is not on the level you wish it was. i won’t bore you with details about my own uh, writing / art journey. but i will say, that due to a few reasons of my own, i also felt like i could never write an english fic *i'm a non-english speaker*, an’ even more so, i honestly thought that i could never ever draw anything, bc i simply had no idea how to draw at all. but i do kinda know how to draw now lol. an’ i can actually write things in english too. an’ the point of it not me being super good at it or even reaching some unknown highm no. the point is that i can do it an’ i can do it in my own ways. i can create smth, that prob would have never existed otherwise, an’ in the end of the day, it’s pretty cool. quality can be not top notch, but it's like...hey, it exists now. i've given smth back to my otp, that makes me happy an' have fun.

so as someone who was where you are, when it comes to feeling like you can’t do those things, i’d say, you sure can! anyone can! it might take some lil practice an’ a bit of ‘hmm, not what i wanted exactly, but close’, until you get to the level you might have wanted, but i promise, you'd be amazed at what you can truly do, once you get on 'wave'. it won’t be instant leap, but as someone who dealt *still does to a degree* with what i call ‘toxic perfectionism’, i’d say that you just let things go at their own pace. just have fun with the process. in the end, fan stuff should be existing for your own pleasure an' perhaps, it can also be this for some other people, which is always nice. you don't have to be 'professional' about it, if you don't want to.

either way, i’m fine with rants! i mean, i've just ranted back as well lol. i know, that the main theme of this message was being kinda well, dissapointed with lack of content, but i do think, that it's not all that gloom an' doom in the end of the day. it can't be helped, that we sometimes have to basically provide for ourselves in fandoms, but it also gives us chance to 'shine' too, i think.

an’ i also wanted to say, that i’m glad you liked my fic! suckerpunch is one of those works, that i’ve started on impulse an’ till 3th chapter actually had a very vague idea, where to take afterwards, but i was surprised to see way more people interested in this ship, than i thought. so really, for a rare ship, scarebat actually does have at least some audience. an’ that audience is pretty rad an’ cool one too, so it’s not all that bad!

i do get the pain tho. sometimes, i also wanna read an' look at arts of my otps, that aren't mine. but perhaps, with time scarebat will gain more active fans. maybe, one day, we will click on ao3 an' feel like we had walked into a candy store.

#❓ #also i've finished next chapter #will post it in two days #i hope folks will like some bat an' crow detective bit

[darthmaulification]

I loved your sugardaddy death maul dribbles n headcannons 😔👌🏻 will you make more in the future?? I’d love to see more tbh 😩💖💖💖

LOLZ sorry for being so inactive gamers, i’ve been doing a lot in my IRL life. 😅 this has been sitting in my inbox for a lil while, and since then sugar daddy maul has been haunting me. 💗

i totally want to write more, especially a full length thing, but it’s honestly a lot of twiddling my thumbs and twirling a lock of hair around my finger waiting for inspiration to write to strike LMAO 💀💀

i did write these two mini drabbles to tide us all over until then though!! enjoy!!

(18+ and as gn!reader as possible!! also the second drabble got a tad dark whoops)

clothes shopping

“Wonderful.” The compliment is spoken in a tone often reserved for the midnight hours and glasses of champagne. Maul continues in that same sultry purr, “Positively radiant.”

Red satin and shimmering chiffon drape over your body like a crimson waterfall. The robes are form-fitting in all the right places, breathable and flowy where needed. Gilded armbands hold the fabric up while gold bracelets around your wrists keep a loose sleeve on your arms. Your feet are bare, aside from a couple toe rings and pearl anklets.

And, as always, the thin gold chain with its single ruby eye sparkles around your neck.

You meet Maul’s gaze in the shop mirror. behind you, he stands tall, one arm behind his back, one hand at his chin— contemplative, mulling over his thoughts and the sight of you in the gorgeous robes and jewelry he picked out, appraising. With a smirk and approving hum, Maul’s expression shifts into one of utmost satisfaction.

“You look delectable, my pet.” He says, voice as smooth as honey and just as addictive. He places his gloved leather palms firm on your hips, squeezing, a hot iron grip— a promise. His touch is like heaven on fire, and the positive attention has you preening. A smile pulls your lips upwards, then Maul brings one hand up to your neck and a single finger hooks around your choker.

“Let us retire to my quarters, shall we?”

-

arm candy

It’s not the first time that your presence has been accosted in such a manner, but that doesn’t make it any less upsetting. The words levied at you burn your mind, swirling around your thoughts like a vicious storm. Deep down, you know it's nothing to be ashamed of— as you’re content and happy with your life— but your chosen... profession has a stigma that nips close at its heels.

Just another common whore, all desperate and spread-legs, for a man’s attention. You going to warm my bed too, sweetheart?

The Zabrak who had spit that at you was not your Zabrak. He was some sneering, tight-lipped Iridonian Zabrak, with dull beige skin and minimal tattoos. Your Dathomirian Zabrak, with his masterful body art, would never say such a thing to you— Least not without your explicit consent.

The room's at a complete hush. Dead silence. Next to you, where Maul sits in his throne, you can practically feel the fire of his wrath searing the air. Cheeks burning with embarrassment, you continue to stare at your folded hands in your lap.

In your peripheral, Maul snarls and rises abruptly. His voice comes out in a deadly hiss, “What did you say?”

The words slice the stiff and unmoving atmosphere, and you look up just in time to see the Iridonian's haughty visage practically crumbles. He makes eye contact with you— fear written plain on his face— and you look away, at Maul.

He stands tall, fists clenched at his sides, his jaw muscles tense. A vicious snarl tugs his face into one that screams danger— a cobra coiled and braced to strike. His eyes are blistering, volcanic eruptions. Maul’s saberstaff hangs at his hip, sheathed, but waiting.

"I-I...! I meant no-no— Please forgive me.” The Iridonian stammers through a desperate plea for his life, taking several steps back, unknowingly bumping into the two black-armored Mandalorian guards who appear like harbingers of death behind him. He yelps when they sieze his arms, cries out in pain when one of the two kicks his knee out from under him. The beige Zabrak falls to the floor with a thunk!, held aloft by the iron grips on his upper arms.

“Please! I’m sorry! I beg of you!” You watch as the Iridonian begins to openly weep, sniveling in the face of his demise like the coward he is. Maul glances to you and clears his throat, gaining your attention. Though his expression is still furious, and his hackles raised and stern— His eyes are soft for you.

“It’s your call, my darling pet.” Maul says in a low rumble, and everything the other man said to you melts away. You give Maul a small smile, fiddling with the ruby on your choker, and although you’ve never considered yourself a vengeful person— You’re allowed to send a message here.

“I think he’d quite like being locked away for a little while, my Lord.” You reply, and Maul grins wolfishly, flicking his wrist. At once, the Mandalorians heave the prisoner into the grasp and without wasting a second, march out of the room. The sounds of the Iridonians pleads and screams disappear the second the doors close.

Maul steps closer to you, a dangerous grin on his face, and his gloved hand lays firm on the base of your neck. His thumb rubs circles on your skin, and you lean into his touch. Maul’s index finger loops around your choker just as his other hand rises to cradle your chin in his palm. He turns your head to look up at him, and you’re gone to his honeyed gaze.

“Fantastic decision, my pet.” He purrs, akin to a satisfied lion and just as regal. Then, in an action that’s quite rare combined with the praise, Maul leans down and plants a kiss to your lips. 

#orion answers #star wars #star wars darth maul #darth maul x you #darth maul x reader #darth maul #maul x reader #maul #star wars maul #drabble

[deanwinchesterpregnant]

HAPPY WW BESTIE!!!!! I know we send each other songs like all the time so i'm Itching

This week I wanna know what your favorite Sam/Dean song is and maybe a lil drabble if you're feeling very inspired (double bonus points if it's superpeaks, now that twin peaks has bewitched your dick)

Happy WW Rae <333 I answered a question about fave samdean songs last week so here’s my answer to that. And we’ve already discussed Heaven, Iowa (by FOB) being a wincest song at length.

So forgive me for going off prompt a little and I’ll choose another song here: Way Down in the Hole, originally by Tom Waits although I’ll be honest — I like The Blind Boys of Alabama Cover better! You may recognize it as the theme song of The Wire, if you’ve seen that.

We’ve had religious Winchesters on the mind recently, so maybe that’s influencing my answer lol. But anyway! It’s not super wincesty in a romantic or sexual way, I guess, so maybe this is a weird answer lol but bear with me.

This song is actually on my Sam playlist, and it’s definitely an overly literal one. While the actual song is about a preacher talking to Frank (the POV character of the album/song), it reminds me of Sam & Dean’s constant push and pull to keep the other from the (literal) devil. It’s a very season 5 song lol. Also, the opening line (about the Garden) is likely about the Garden of Eden, but I like the interpretation that it’s about the Garden of Gethsemane, which if we want to do a little Winchesters + Bible moment could correlate with Sam saying yes to Lucifer and this cementing his eventual “crucifixion” if you will. Shamelessly links my own post.

Here’s a small drabble:

“Do you still pray?” asks Dean. They’re in the car: Dean across the bench seat in the front, Sam with his feet tucked up under him in the back. His legs grew too long to spread out comfortably about 10 years ago now, but there’s something comforting about the enclosed space. It doesn’t feel like a cage. More like a womb.

“What?”

“Do you still pray?” Dean repeats. “All those years back, remember? You said you prayed every day.”

“Well, I did,” says Sam. “I did pray every day.”

“And now?”

Sam shrugs, even though he knows Dean can’t see it. “Is there a point? Faith is believing in what you can’t see, Dean. And I can see.”

Too clearly.

“Keep the devil off your back, right? Not letting you say yes, Sammy. We can keep him down another way.”

“Okay, Dean,” he says. But he’s so jaded, and he’s so tired. And deep in his heart, his mind is already made up. If he still prays, it’s not for himself.

#spike’s box #samwinchesterphantompregnancy #wincest wednesday

[popamolly]

asks are open? right? cause I have a silly lil scenario!!

so imagine reader being Charlie's bestie and homegirl like, they tell each other everything, but what Charlie doesn't know is that reader is getting her brains pounded by none other than her best friends father, Lucifer 🤭🤭

ty and love your writing~!

‘ MY BEST FRIEND'S DAD! ’ ── LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR

𝝑𝝔 synopsis. how can you stop having sex with your best friend’s dad when he fucks you so good? you’re a terrible friend for going behind Charlie’s back.

warnings. fem!reader, p in v, taboo, age gap!reader (you’re 19) and in college with lucifer’s daughter, porn without plot fr, degradation, daddy kink, dom!lucifer, drabble, did i miss anything?

Charlie would never forgive you.

Your best friend was the most understanding, forgiving person you’ve ever met and when faced with conflict, she dealt with it head on and with an optimistic smile that could outshine a million of suns. You always told her that you didn’t deserve her, that you had no idea what good deed you had done in your past life to be blessed with a best friend like her. You both shared secrets you wouldn’t utter to another else but there was one secret you couldn’t share with her. That secret being something you’d take to your grave.

“Oh! Oh my— fuck! Mr.Star, please! ngh!” you mewl, hips bucking wildly. Too cock drunk to even form proper sentences as your best friend’s dad pounded into you with reckless abandon. The blonde tuffs of his pubic hair scratched against your throbbing clit.

If you were being honest you didn’t know how it started. One day you were sleeping over, as you usually do every now and again, and you bumped into Charlie’s father in search for a drink of water in the kitchen. Awkward small talk turned to whispered conversation, and before you knew you had kissed him— fully expecting a rejection in return but to your surprised he returned the kiss. The heated passion burned through both your bodies and one instant became two, then three, and eventually you lost count of how many times he had fucked you behind his daughter’s back.

How could you betray your best friend like that? This was wrong but yet, it felt so right at the same time.

“What a good little slut you are,” Lucifer rumbles, low and dangerous, “skipping class just for me?”

There was just something about the way your tight dripping cunt swallowed all of Lucifer’s dick that made him want to go absolutely feral. Every time his thoughts would try to smack him with the reality of things his mind would simply go to mush at the pleasure he was feeling. This sweet, dripping pussy was made just for him and he wasn’t going to let go of it now. He watched with a loud groan as his cock plunged impossibly deeper inside your pussy, his heavy balls smacking against you. Each one of his prominent veins dragging along your velvety walls, hitting that one spot that had your eyes rolling into the back of your head, making you scream into bed sheets.

“S’full,” you moaned, feeling Lucifer’s cock stretch you wide, his swollen tip bruising your cervix. You felt as thought he was in your stomach and that feeling alone was driving you insane with pleasure, “so deep..”

“God, you’re such a whore, making a mess of my bedsheets,” Lucifer could barely here himself over your loud moans and the sound of your slick wet cunt sucking him in greedily whenever he pulled his hips back slightly only to thrusts back in, “You want to be daddy’s good girl don’t you?”

Lucifer couldn’t help but gaze at the sight of your pussy, spread open so shamefully for him, quivering and leaking your arousal onto the sheets below. Charlie could be home any minute now and the thought only seemed to only turn you on even more.

You try to run from the overwhelming pleasure but Lucifer’s grip tightening around your waist with a dark chuckle, landing a hard smack onto your ass he continues to fuck you into the mattress— forcing you take in everything he gave you without complaint.

With your back arched and head down on the mattress, you gripped the sheets so tightly in your hand that your knuckles turned white, drool leaving the corner of your mouth as you continued to moan out his name, “I’m s’close..! Please, please, please!”

“You going to cum?” Lucifer teased, his fingers tangling themselves in your hair to pull your head up harshly, his grip so tight that you couldn’t help but look up, giving him full access to your neck as he leaned in close to your ear, “What would Charlie think if she knew you were cumming on my cock everyday, hm? Oh but I bet you don’t care, no, who knew Charlie’s bestfriend was such a slut for her dad.”

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[myers-meadow]

"#i have quite a few really fun ideas for haarlep and raphael; for longer fics!! but i seemingly;; have no mental space rn :((" "#so forgive me for doing lil drabbles like this for the time being!" i am trying to climb through your screen like that girl from The Ring so i can give you a hug 🫂

😭😭 you're so kind!! wish i could share a good cup of tea/coffee/hot choc with you <3

Thank you for so many moments of inspiration, despite the brain fog its really fun!! (bc i think that's you?)

have the best night <3 xoxo

#anon #ask #i wanna say “come off anon so we can be friends” but i know it can be scary and i really dont wanna pressure u or make u feel uncomfortable #does an emoji help? or a phrase? like; u can be xyz raphael anon? idk #then u can keep track of your asks especially if you like #just an idea! #ok now back to the other drabble uwu ^^