#woke up covered in sweat and had to finish this drabble

[sasster]

Anyway, Here's Wonderwall

You guys know Laeche?

How about Razzle?

Did you know they met before Razz met Vineno and Mille?

[Doc]

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There is always an unspoken culture that is difficult to integrate into as a substitute for any given member of a crew. What parts of the ship are considered off limits, who on the crew is part of what clique, it really is always something. Usually something that is so very high school.

Even then, Laeche has found that this all can be very tolerable. Annoying but workable.

At least those members of the crew have quarters to retire to and voices that can be heard, annoying voices and tight quarters. But at least they have them.

What he could never stand, never stomach for longer than it took to reach his ears, was always finding out the ship he’d be stepping foot on was one of those archaic ones that used a single helmsman as its engines main power supply.

Conscripted to a life of nothing more than a battery with a pulse. A sad and thready pulse.

Before him the lead engineer prattles on about specific requirements of the ship. How hard their helmsman works. How if something can’t be fixed with a tightened bolt, he might need to ping the medics.

Stupid, heartless shit.

If looks could kill he might have needed to page med right now with the glower that sets on his face.

She stops and smiles.

“You’ve never seen a helmsman in person, have you?”

“Somehow? Not a living one.”

No, by the time he gets called to a new crew it is so he can teach them how to operate a helmless system once theirs had become a husk.

Her smile broadens.

“Ours works very hard.”

“You mentioned that.”

“Ready to meet her?”

“Is that possible?” He asks, somehow managing to bite back the venom trying in vain to force its way into his tone.

Swallowing it down coats his throat in a thin sheen of bile.

Oh, if only he were able to spit actual venom.

The implication of his question must have flown over her head because she only tilts her head quizzically.

“Of course it is. You’ll be working very closely with her for the next few perigees.”

 “Mm. Lead the way.”

The walk to the engine engine is uneventful, just a brainwashed yellow blood nattering about how amazing the crew and ship are. It all really goes in one ear and out the other.

Once there, she leads him to what she calls the helm’s “quarters”, quarters that he would sooner call a prison.

But that could just be his biases.

“Here is where the magic happens.” She says with glee, as though she is opening the door to some wonderland. With candy grass and a chocolate river perhaps.

Instead, he is met with the grisly sight of some poor soul wrapped up in thick, sickly, writhing tentacles. Every so often her limbs, nearly entirely encased entombed in the mass, are on the receiving end of a series of shocks that jolt through her entire body.

Her pained shrieks are the worst of it.

“What is her name?” He managed to ask between them and his own winced.

Confusion twists the engineer’s features.

“Does that matter? Who cares?”

“Silly me.”

This is going to be a very long job.

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Two perigees come and go, and still Laeche has not learned the poor things name.

This unfortunate fact has not stopped him from having his meals with her, she’s his closest friend on the ship. He pushes into her “quarters”, now carefully decorated with small knick knacks to “liven up the place” he once explained to her, with his mushy rehydrated MRE in tow.

The rest of the crew find it odd that he chooses to eat rations in the dungeon with a nameless crew helmsman, but it is a point of morals for him.

“Hey Starlight, I think this gruel is supposed to be a meatloaf maybe?”

There is no response, there never is, but he is comforted by the silence in the room. By now he has found a way to decrease the psionic input required by the ship.

The crew didn’t even notice. Nor did their commanding officer. Worst of all? 

The lead engineer herself had no idea.

How blood boiling that it was gratuitous. The entire time.

“Snagged some apple sauce for you too.”

She moves slightly in her restraints.

“There she is.” He says as he takes his usual perch. “Guess what else I brought.”

The helmsman stops moving.

“Correct!” He beams, his enthusiasm filling the room as he pulls the guitar strapped to his back forward.

When he strums the first chord, her eyes light up with something close enough to life that it helps the engineer sleep at night.

He smiles softly.

“I am going to get you out of here, Starlight. But for now, we have each other’s company.”

#laeche #coko writes sometimes #long post #woke up covered in sweat and had to finish this drabble

[papasbaseball]

Invited (Dracopia x Reader)

+18 CONTENT NOT FOR MINORS. MINORS KEEP SCROLLING

Pairing: Copia x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Dubious consent (vampiric mind reading), blood, we end up in the hospital

Summary: Cardinal Copia finds his prey dreaming about pleasing him and comes in for a late-night cuddle... and snack... and fuck.

Notes: This started off as a Twitter drabble and then things kinda got out of hand and I lost like half my work at one point. It could be better, but I just wanted to finish it. It's purely self-indulgent if we're being honest.

Translations at the end

AO3 Link

You woke from your sleep slick with sweat. The pit of your stomach gnawed with worry that you'd developed a fever in the middle of the night as your legs kicked at the blankets and numb limbs pawed at the puddles of sweat on your neck. Someone pulled you closer. There wasn’t supposed to be a someone.

"Shhh, rilassati, you are having a bad dream." You couldn't help but feel that the voice was right. This was a dream. One of those vivid ones where when he pulled you closer you swore you could feel the soft cotton of his undershirt and the little rough curls of chest hair that peeked out of the top.

He shifted and brought a handkerchief to your neck, gently dabbing away the slick sheen. "You run very hot, cara mia," he said, dropping his voice to a whisper, "I like that."

A soft whimper escaped you as you snuggled further into your brain's sleep concocted Cardinal Copia. You were pretty certain that's who he was when he'd given a dark haughty chuckle in return.

"Bellissima, go to sleep, little one."

"But I'm already asleep." A tired smile spread as you wrapped an arm around the dream of him, dragging your nails down his back.

He tensed, a warning growl rumbling in his throat. "You are playing with fire, cara mia."

You kissed his cotton-covered chest and gave a few lazy scratches between his shoulder blades. "Really?"

The way he pinned you to the bed woke you to the reality that he was here and real and you'd been teasing an upper member of the clergy.

"How did you get in here?" You tried to hide the panic and embarrassment in your voice.

"I can read thoughts, cara mia, and oh what a wonderful dream you were having. Do you remember it?"

You shook your head even though it was fresh. You couldn't admit it.

"I think you do, " he smiled before placing a kiss on your jaw. He drew so so close to your ear, those soft lips passing tickling breaths against the shell. "You were sucking my cock like a good girl, weren't you?" He took the lobe between his teeth, giving a gentle nibble. "Go on, you can confess to your cardinal."

"Y-yes," you squeaked.

"A little louder, please. I saw you on your knees. The way you took it all the way down your throat, looking up at me, at your master. You wanted to please me didn't you?"

You jerked as he dragged his nails down the damp cotton of your panties. Your legs tried to snap shut, but he gave a warning slap to your inner thigh. "Answer me, bambina."

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"I wanted to please you." You turned your head so you wouldn't have to look at him as you said, "I love s-"

"Look at me," he said, grabbing you by the jaw.

Your stomach flipped as his white eye penetrated you and your thoughts.

"I love sucking your cock."

He brought his lips to yours and you nearly cut yourself on his sharp teeth. He moaned at your gasp of surprise and was already hooking an arm under your knee to open you fully to him.

"Did my teeth scare you? I promise I'll be gentle. Such a good girl that loves her Cardinal's cock deserves that."

He met your hips with his own. The size of his cock was apparent and had the words tumbling out before you could stop them. "Cardinal, please."

"I intend to."

The sound of stitches cracking like short whips sent a chill up your spine as he ripped your panties. He pressed your unhooked thigh flat to the bed.

"Do you want me to fuck you, dolce?"

The cool air of the room licking against your wet cunt had you nodding for his mercy.

"Go on, Take it then." Your hand shook as it smoothed the fine fabric of his dress pants over his cock. His white eye seemed to glow in the darkness as you undid button and zipper. Sliding pants and briefs over cold powerful hips, you noticed how his skin that had touched yours had warmed. Your hand jerked back as you went to stroke him.

"You're cold"

"I apologize. Let me fix that." The glowing pupil dipped below your jawline and you yelped as sharp pain radiated from your neck. You writhed under the restraint of him until a sense of peace washed over you. Your veins felt slowed with syrup and your mind fuzzy with a pleasurable haze. You couldn't help twisting a hand into his quickly disheveling hair and pushing him further into your neck.

"See, bambina?" he said between gulping down mouthfuls of blood. "Doesn't this feel good?"

You reached down to stroke him again. This time his cock was warm, warm with the blood from your own veins. A groan tore from your throat.

"Fuck me. Please fuck me."

He flattened his tongue against the wound before trailing kisses up to your ear. "Are you inviting me in?" He moved his hips forward just enough for you to line him up, but stopped there. "Beg."

You tried to move to hasten the process but your body felt like it was moving through water. There was no choice. "Please fuck me, Cardinal."

"How badly do you want it, cara mia?" He placed a bloody kiss on your cheek, his hand drawing distracting circles on your inner thigh.

"More than anything. Please, I need it."

"Would you die for it?"

Your heart was hammering in your ears. He could kill you if he wanted to. He might kill you. His hand moved its lazy circles from your thigh to your clit. There was no hesitation left. "I would die for it."

Sharp teeth dripping in blood knocked against yours as he pierced you. You moaned into the kiss as he filled you deeper and deeper. The warmth that you'd given him nestled so deeply inside that you could feel the pit of your stomach.

"You have a lovely pussy. So wet from dreaming about how to please me." His thumb circled your clit as he gave a small push before pulling back out. It was everything you could do to hook your free leg around his hips in a plea for him to fill you again.

"Need you," you slurred.

"I know."

He set a steady slow rhythm, letting you savor the ridge of every vein as it dragged deliciously within. His brow set with a concentration you'd never seen before. Was he reading your thoughts?

His lips twitched up in a crimson smile giving you your answer.

The fingers between you worked faster and you whined as they moved like they were your own, so in tune with your own pleasure.

"Cardinal..."

"You're going to cum?"

His hand pulled back, drawing a whimper from your throat. You were so close.

"Just a little bit longer. Take my cock like a good girl. You can do it."

He shifted his hips and the new angle had you toeing the precipice again.

"I'm-"

"Hold it. I'll tell you when."

Tears pricked your eyes as you held back, not wanting to find out the consequences for angering one of the undead. He might drain you anyways, but you weren’t going to give him any incentive. What if he did kill you?

His hips stuttered and you knew he was close.

"Please?" you dared to beg.

"Cum for me, bambina."

Your resolve cracked and shattered like a mirror as the sweet waves of pleasure begged for his seed. He growled and you could feel him spill deep within you. Diving for your neck, he reopened the wound, lapping up the oxytocin-laced blood.

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You weren't really certain when things had stopped. Everything was a blur between then and when you woke up in the infirmary with a bandage around your neck and a card next to a modest posy of fresh flowers.

You flicked the card open.

"Thank you for the invitation. Apologies for stopping by unannounced. Next time, my place?

-CC"

Translations:

Rilassati - relax

Cara mia - my dear

Bellissima - beautiful

Bambina - (little) girl

Dolce - sweet

#the band ghost #the band ghost fanfiction #cardinal copia x reader #cardinal copia #dracopia #cardinal copia fanfiction

[reds-random-archive]

LMK Season 4 specials minor spoilers.

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Another one! I'm really enjoying writing Feral MK fluff. For this one, I will give some context about the timeline (If I can call it like that, because they are post-season 4) of these shots and my interpretation about Feral MK (it's really long what 😭)

Basically, MK kept figuring out how to control his monkey form with the help of Wukong and the others. There came a time when the effort that MK made to keep this form controlled began to tire and stress him a lot, making it show at the slightest drop of anxiety and stress. The impact this gave on MK was very strong and made him quite unstable for a while, but after all, he knew that he couldn't be like this forever.

Supported by Pigsy, Tang, Wukong and everyone in the Monkie Team, MK managed to get ahead, entering a moment of inner tranquility, trying to balance everything inside. This... let's say it went well, but at the same time "no", since the balance was lost, but now it did not affect MK in a bad way as it was doing before. Before, MK was afraid of losing control of his power and his feral monkey form, but now he accepted it and tried to control it as best he could.

The monkey form, now under control, began to make changes in MK's attitude (more than it had already done, lmao), but this time, only when it came to light. MK when transformed would begin to act like a monkey, an "infant" or "adult" monkey (depending on the situation or motive), as if all his senses were replaced. This was strange at first, since it was not normal at all to have MK at home who suddenly transformed into a monkey and began to act like a child again. But some time after, Pigsy (who has been, so far, the one who has witnessed these changes the most) and the others got used to it, since it became something very recurrent.

For the "Infant" Monkey actitude, whe can take the last two, uh, shots? drabbles? as an example. Also this one! That I really hope you like! There we go:

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MK woke up, cold sweating, his breathing was hectic... A nightmare struck that night. He sat on his bed, gazing at the stars through the window. He noticed the protruding fur on his body.

"Mhm, I guess it was because of that dream" he thought.

Suddenly, his stomach began to growl. Listening to it, his senses forgot how tired his whole body felt. He quickly got out of bed and sniffed his environment. Running on all fours, he went down to the first floor where the Pigsy's Noodles establishment was located.

He made his way to the kitchen, even with the lights off, he was desperately opening any compartment, acting like he hadn't eaten for days! He was looking for anything: fruit, cereal, vegetables... anything edible.

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All the noise woke up Pigsy, who went out to see what was happening. He arrived at the kitchen and with narrowed eyes, he observed a silhouette, sitting on the floor, that quickly turned to see him, his eyes glowed in the dark. Pigsy turned on the light and...

There was MK, actually, Feral MK. The floor around him were full of kitchen utensils, pots, pans, spoons...etc. Also surrounded by peels of different fruits.

And, Feral MK? Well, He was covered in stains, stains of a delicious mango that he was devouring as if he had never eaten one in his life. Pigsy stared incredulously at F. MK, who finished his mango in the blink of an eye, had now taken an orange that he peeled quickly and devoured. It was a small fruit vacuum who, while eating, saw Pigsy with shining eyes.

Pigsy growled at the mess, but afterwards, he gave a warm smile while laughing at the monkey.

"Oh kid, what I'm going do with you?"

He said, while taking a rag. He wet it and approached MK to help clean his stains. The monkey responded with a smile as he tried to hug Pigsy, extending his arms, like he was looking to clinging to his dad.

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Finally!! This post was long :'D

If you made it this far, thanks for reading! Sorry if you almost don't understand, English is not my first language :']

Cya!!

#lego monkie kid #monkie kid #lmk season 4 #lmk minor spoilers #monkie mk #feral mk acting like a monkey #feral mk #lmk pigsy #lmk dadsy #idk how to use tumblr #fluff writing

[thefixations-ofmine]

Drive-in

A Steggy x Reader modern AU. Summary : To help cope with the aftermaths of the war, Steve and Peggy spend a lot of nights out at the drive-in. After inviting you and your date to join them, you end up being the third wheel after being stood-up once again. Fortunately, Steve and Peggy are very caring. Warning : hand job, blow job, fingering, fluff Word count : 876

Drabbles Master | Main Master

After the invention of the drive-in in 1933, the attraction soon became a New Yorker’s favourite, and offered one of the best first date ideas. Steve and Peggy spent many nights trying to escape the frenzy fo their new surroundings. When they woke up from chryo in 2011, things had changed a lot and buildings engulfed every last bit of land. They found themselves at lost for open air.

So after hearing about the 80-year celebration held on New Year’s 2012-2013 in Central Park, they cheerfully called you and spread the good news. You met with them at the nearest hotel, and Steve’s face went hard as he saw you getting out of the car alone. He had planned for you to meet someone new and maybe be a little less lonely. When you moved out of the city they saw you less and less, work overflowing everyone’s schedules.

Peggy offered a sympathising smile. She hugged you and so did Steve.

‘’We’ve got plenty of love to go around, hun!’’ he said. Oh and they did.

Snow hadden’t yet covered the ground but the weather was windy and chill, so heavy and plush blankets filled the trunk. Flipping the rear seats of the SUV down allowed the three of you to sit comfortably, cludding and wrapped nicely as you looked out the back window.

Among other things, sexual opening was something Steve had gladly grown accustomed to. And shamelessly enjoyed. So he layed on his back between you two, his broad arms circling your shoulders. His left leg on top of yours, and his right caught between Peggy’s.

Soon enough, his hands rubbed down you arm, and pulled you in closer so that your body was halfway accros his, and you could touch Peggy’s face. Your eyes volleyed between hers and her red, plump lips. Steve groaned at the sight, his grip on your ass caused you to leap forward.

Kisses with Peggy were always sensual. No matter what sort of feeling she wanted to portray. Your tongues danced together for a while before you heard Steve whimper. Your hands simultaniously scratched at his chest and began their adventure south. His breath hitched in anticipation. He closed his eyes and wiggled his legs out a bit to get comfortable. You thanked the weather for imposing him to wear loose, grey sweats. 

The print of his dick was flagrant even through the dim lighting of the car. Peggy’s hand was always first to reach it, and you helped get his garnements off. He winced at the coldness of your hands, but soon adjusted, and began to moan. He called both your names sweetly, and his whimpers fogged the windows. You pumped him in unison. Precum leaked generously. Using your index finger you smeared it around his head, which made him shiver.

Peggy crawled down his legs and you followed. She took him in her mouth, and passed him over after a few licks. You sucked at him hard making him buck his hip.

‘’Always so responsive,’’ Peggy praised, ‘’as if you had never gotten any serum.’’

You loved when she refers to pre-serum Steve. The thought of small, vulnerable Stevie under your mercy had you feeling all sorts of ways. You often had late night conversations with Peggy about it, both fantasizing about making him beg for more. She hadn’t had the chance to experience it herself.

You moaned around him when the thoughts filled your mind, the harsh feeling in your throat was easier to cope with. Peggy played with his balls as you bobbed on him, and she winked at you when she felt them tense. You released him from the warmth of your mouth and finished him by hand after she had her turn.

His cum was always so thick and abondant. It certainly wrecked his pants. You both licked it off with cocky smiles. He would always pet your hair. Steve loved showing how happy you both made him. On occasions the thought of making this a real thing crossed his mind, and he found himself guilty of a few solo sessions because of it.

Once you were done, you both shifted in the car, leaning your backs on his legs, your bodies criss-crossed. As soon as he could stretch his arms out enough, his hands found their way into your pants, wasting no time with teasing. His thick fingers had grown strong from the practice, they filled you both easily.

Peggy’s moans were a delight. They played sweet music to your ears. From your position you were able to reach back and play with her breast. The small tugs on her nipples made her scream your name. Steve grunted.

Skillfully, he brought you both to orgasm and licked his fingers clean. He knew when to slow down or speed up on one of you, reading your expressions and movements perfectly. He always let you kiss him with turns, allowing the taste of your mixture to slip on your tongues.

By the time everyone had gotten a chance to steady their breath, the end credits rolled on the screen. One movie down, another to go. Ideas immediately struck your minds and you knew damn well that the second movie would go by unoticed.

#ronnie writes #steve x peggy #steggy x reader #marvel fanfic

[leviathans-watching]

the older brothers calling you clingy

angst, drabble, hcs, fluff, hurt/comfort, making up, gn reader

rated t

warnings: fighting, arguing, yelling, minor violence, unkind words, crying, overwhelming emotions, some minor sexual comments/jokes

includes: lucifer, mammon, levi

PT 2

wc: 3.6k

prompt inspo: @kybabi’s haikyuu hcs

lmk if tags/warning need to be updated. hope you enjoy! please like, reblog, comment/review💖

lucifer:

he was tired, had a migraine, and still had several reports to do. his workload was overwhelming sometimes, but hey, he did what he had to do, even if it meant never getting any time to relax. who could relax in a zoo like tHL anyway? 

you had come in, wearing pajamas- a pair of sweats and one of the only t-shirts he owned, expression warm. you took him in, eye bags and rumpled clothes, pursing your lips. 

“lucifer, why don’t you stop for the night?” you asked, placing a hand on his arm. “it’s late, and i know you’re tired.” 

“i have to finish this, sorry,” he turned back to his reports, gently shrugging your hand off. 

“you’ll have time in the morning,” you pressed, and he sighed, rubbing his temples. why couldn’t you just leave him alone? he had been doing things this way for hundreds of years, and it worked for him. 

“at least take a break? please?” you kept staring at him with that open expression, weakness vulnerability clear in your eyes. 

his head was pounding, and looking at you meant looking towards the light, which was not a good idea. 

“can you go? you’re smothering me!” he bit out viciously. “if i had known you were going to be so clingy...” he trailed off, scowl deepening. 

“oh.” your voice was unsteady, and for a small moment he felt a little bad before brushing it away. you were being so bothersome. couldn’t you see he had actual responsibilities? “i guess i’ll just go then. i wasn’t aware i was such a nuisance.” 

you shut the door behind yourself softly, which was almost worse than slamming it would have been. 

shaking his head, lucifer tried to go back to work. the words though, they just blurred together, a mess of ink on the page. maybe... maybe you were right.

sighing, he cleaned up for the night, shutting off the lights in his office. making his way to his room, he noticed the door ajar, lamp on. you weren’t there, leaving the room empty. 

he hesitated, carefully walking to your room. it was quiet, but he could hear the telltale sounds of someone moving around. whatever. 

changing into his own silk pajamas, lucifer kept looking at the door. of course, you didn’t walk in. 

on his bedside table was a glass of water and some painkillers. trying not to think about it, he took them, sliding under the covers. the bed seemed awfully big without you in it.

it had been a while since he had slept alone. 

everything will be fine in the morning. he told himself, but sleep didn’t come for a long time.

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in the morning, he woke up cold. your side of the bed was still unused, and vaguely he remembered you trying to get him to come to bed and him refusing. 

when he came down the stairs for breakfast, he saw you look down and away, avoiding eye-contact. you must have still been mad from last night or something. 

breakfast was awkward and quiet. the tension between you and lucifer was palpable, throwing everything off. mammon and satan kept glaring at him while you picked at your food, hardly responding to the poorly-kept conversation. 

"mc, it’s time for us to get ready to go,” he reminded you, picking up his dishes. you accompanied him in the morning, waiting in the council room while he did his morning duties. 

“i’m gonna walk in with asmo today, actually,” you replied, looking at him for the first time that morning. you also looked tired, and your eyes were a bit puffy. maybe from the lack of sleep?

lucifer fumbled. “oh.”

the rest of the table exchanged unsure looks. 

clearing his throat, lucifer stood, brushing imaginary crumbs off of his uniform. “i’ll be off, then.” 

you nodded at him, giving him a closed mouth smile, lips pressed tightly together. lucifer felt even more confused, because it didn’t seem like you were mad at him, so why were you acting this way?

as the day went on, it didn’t get better. you didn’t sit with him at lunch, nor did you walk home together. 

it made him uncomfortable, like his skin was too tight. you usually soothed that feeling just with your presence, but not today. 

 you weren’t there for dinner, claiming simeon and luke had invited you over, meaning your empty chair was right in front of him, a harsh reminder of whatever was going on. 

“the hell did you do?” mammon asked, and lucifer scowled. the question wasn’t even angry, but more... pitying. mammon, of all people shouldn’t pity him. 

“i- i don’t know,” lucifer answered honestly. “we had an argument last night, i think, but i don’t know why they’re being so distant.”

“you think?” belphie asked pointedly.

“they wanted me to come to bed. i still had work to do.”

“and you’re sure you didn’t snap and say something cruel?” asmo asked, brow furrowing. “you have a tendency to be harsh when you’re feeling overworked or have a headache.” 

the table was quiet for the rest of the meal, lucifer turning over asmo’s words again and again. had he said something? 

heading to his study, lucifer tried to bury himself in his work, but he was painfully aware you still hadn’t returned, you still weren’t home. 

sighing, he placed his pen down. 

he just wanted to go to bed, with you. he was still exhausted, and really just needed you there, needed to hold you. 

he heard footsteps in the hall, recognizing your gait. you paused outside of his study door before turning around, presumably heading towards your room. 

after a moment, he stood. 

your door was shut, so he knocked, waiting on a reply. 

“yes?” 

“may i come in?” 

a pause, then, “if you want.” 

slowly, lucifer opened the door. you were sitting at your desk, facing away from him. 

“will you come to bed with me?” he swallowed his pride, adding a “please?” 

you looked over at him. “you want me to?” 

“yes, of course, dearest.” 

you let out a little laugh, but it didn’t really sound like a laugh. “of course he acts like i’m ridiculous for thinking he doesn’t want me to,” you muttered. 

“y/n,” he plead. “i am sorry, for whatever i said last night. i was not feeling well and unfairly took it out on you.” 

apologizing was still pretty new for him, you both had been working on communication and you had shown him how important apologizing was. 

“you don’t remember?” you asked, and ruefully, lucifer shook his head. 

“whatever it was, it appears i’ve hurt you. i did not intend to.” 

“you called me clingy.” 

“what?” lucifer would like to say the memory began filtering back in, but it didn’t. 

“dearest, i am so sorry. you’re never clingy, i’m just a, and pardon my french, work-obsessed asshole. i fully understand why you would not want to sleep with me tonight.” 

“idiot.” tears were brimming in your eyes. “of course i want to sleep with you. sleeping alone last night was torture. i was just trying not to be clingy today.” 

“don’t ever feel like you have to change for me, dearest. you are perfect and were just caring about me last night. my actions were inexcusable and-” you stopped him, standing up. 

“none of that. you’re sorry for saying what you said and i’m sorry for avoiding you instead of addressing the problem. now, let’s go to bed.” 

“yes, dearest,” lucifer agreed, following you back to his room. you got ready for bed, brushing your teeth and sliding into bed. he followed shortly after, and you gave him a chaste before turning of the lamp. 

settling against him, you threw an arm over luficer’s waist, pulling him close. he wrapped his arms around you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “goodnight, dearest,” he whispered into the dark, feeling your beath puff against his collarbone. “i love you.” 

“love you too,” you hummed, breath evening out as you fell asleep. lucifer followed soon after, feeling better than he had all day. he had you, and everything was well. 

mammon:

mammon grinned, tongue running over his sharp teeth. tonight was going to be a good night, he could feel it.

scanning the table in front of him, he took note of everyone he’d be playing with, a few familiar faces, but no one he really knew. good.

the cards were dealt. mammon picked his up, masking his emotions. a decent hand, but not anything to win big on. nothing he couldn’t handle.

placing his bets, mammon asked for two new cards, using the movement to slip an ace out of his sleeve. perfect.

the second rounds of bets were placed, a demon on his right placing a large amount. more for mammon in the end.

he was last to reveal his hand, which allowed him to make sure there weren’t four aces present. getting caught with that extra ace would be a bad move. thankfully, he was good.

placing his cards on the table slowly, deliberately, mammon watched everyone’s faces fall. he was good for the money.

*

you dodged between demons, ignoring the leers you were given. sure, it was dangerous for you to be out with no protection, but you were a lot more capable than when you first arrived.

spotting mammon, his white hair a dead give-away, you headed towards him, watching as he smirked, pulling the pile of money towards himself. of course he was gambling.

the others at the table frowned, and you say them exchanging looks. that wasn’t good. ‘

“mammon,” you called. “time to go.”

his head snapped up, eyes immediately finding yours. you kept walking towards him, only stopping when you were right across the table.

“can’t ya see i’m busy?” he responded. “and i’m gettin’ a good haul, see?” gesturing to the pile of grimm, he looked up, trying to gauge your reaction.

you weren’t impressed.

“good for you. now pack it up. it’s a school night.” crossing your arms, you stared him down. technically, you could use the pact to get him to comply, but you felt weird controlling them without their consent.

mammon rolled his eyes, trying to act tough for the people he was playing with. “don’t care. ya shouldn’t be here, anyway. what if lucifer found out ya were out alone?”

“i think lucifer’d be more pissed if he knew you were here right now, so you really have no room to talk.”

leaning back in his chair, mammon raised an eyebrow at you. “just leave, babe. ya humans are so irritating. so damn clingy.”

you scoffed, raising an eyebrow. “the hell you just say to me?”

mammon had no room to back down, not in the situation he was in. “what, hard of hearing now, babe? i said yer clingy.”

your shoulders slumped, voice growing small. “you think i’m clingy?”

“uh,” mammon stuttered. the table watched on, a mix of concern and amusement.

straightening up, fire in your eyes, you ticked off different instances he had need you. “so i was clingy when i helped you down from hanging in the main hall? so i was clingy when i picked you up from the fall? i was clingy when i volunteered to work that shift at hell’s kitchen with you even though the pay sucks? or when-”

“babe,” mammon hissed, sounding a bit desperate.

marching around the table, you pointed at him. “call me clingy one more time!”

silence.

“mc,” mammon whined. “yer makin’ a scene!”

“if you didn’t want me to make a scene, you shouldn’t have called me clingy.” shrugging, you offered no mercy. “now let’s go. you have a quiz tomorrow.”

“can i…” mammon trailed off, eyes on the grimm he had won.

“yes, you can keep the money. why wouldn’t i let you keep the money. after all, you’re going to use that money to take me on a nice date to make up for calling me clingy, right?”

“right,” mammon agreed reluctantly, scooping the coins into a bag. “that’s exactly what i was gonna do with it.”

offering a smile to the rest of the table, you pulled mammon away, linking your arm in his.

“let’s not do this again, ok?” you looked over at him.

“yeah, sorry,” mammon agreed. “though i gotta say…”

“hmm?” you questioned idly as you pushed through the doors, finally outside. the night air felt good.

“seeing you all angry really turned me on.” there was a smirk in mammon’s voice, no shame about the words he was saying.

“mammon!” you chastised. “don’t say things like that!”

“ok, ok, i’ll just think them.” he nodded. “got it.”

too tired to argue (it was a school night for you as well) you just rolled your eyes fondly.

*

“ah, mc, i see you found mammon.” lucifer was waiting in the front hall, still dressed in his school uniform.

“yep!” you gushed. “he was planning ou next date and lost track of time! isn’t that sweet?”

“uh,” lucifer looked between the two of you. “i guess since you weren’t doing anything too bad i’ll let you off. just don’t do it again.”

“righto, bossman,” you called, leading mammon down the hall. “i’ll make sure of it!”

as soon as the two of you were out of earshot, you dissolved into giggles.

“bossman?” mammon questioned, chuckling.

“i dunno, just felt like the right thing to say,” you said through your own laughter. “now c’mon, let's get to bed.”

“i love you so much,” mammon declared. “never change. you’re absolutely perfect.”

“even if i’m being clingy?” you teased

“please,” mammon pulled you into a hug, smacking your cheek with a messy and warm kiss. “we all know i’m the clingy one in this relationship.”

“true,” you acknowledged.

“yer not s’posed to agree with me,” mammon protested. you laughed, pulling him into his room and onto his bed, where you lay in a tangle.

“hey, you said it, not me.”

“rude.” mammon turned his head away from you, pouting.

“i love you and your clingyness, so don’t worry about it,” you reassured him. “but we really have to go to sleep.”

levi: 

levi tore the wrapping off of his newest game, ruri-chan☆  magical girls: at the beach!. he had been waiting on this for months, and now that it was finally here he planned to lock himself in his room.

maybe it would help take his mind off of what he saw earlier.

you were laughing with simeon, eyes sparkling. levi thought he was the only person who should make your eyes sparkle like that. the familiar feeling of jealousy coiled in his gut, burning red-hot.

turning around and stalking away, he didn’t see how your eyes followed him.

placing the disk into his console, levi settled into his chair, tail flicking agitatedly. it was ok. ruri-chan would always be there for him.

putting his headset on, levi got into the game, letting the world melt away.

*

you hummed to yourself, heading to levi’s room. he had missed dinner, so you decided to wait on eating, preferring to eat with him.

trying to balance both plates, you went to open the door, but found it locked. he probably just got a new game and didn’t want to be interrupted. not unusual. and anyway, you were always the exception to that.

knocking, you waited. no reply.

you knocked again, shifting. when you still weren’t let in you crouched down, setting the plates on the ground so you could get to your d.d.d. picking his contact, you called him. you could hear his phone ringing from in his room, but he didn’t pick up. calling again, you also knocked, doubling your force.

“what?” levi snapped.

“levi, it’s me,” you called, picking up the food again. a moment passed, then the door was flung open.

“what do you want?”

you were taken aback. his demon form was out and his eyes burned orange, a sure sign that he was upset. “what’s wrong?” 

levi scoffed. “you mean you don’t know?”

mutely, you shook your head, confusion making your brows draw together.

“you were hanging onto simeon earlier and now have to audacity to come bother me! you’re so clingy, always coming around when i want to be alone! i’m so over it! you’re always all over everybody, basically throwing yourself at them!” levi burst out.

“now, wait a minute,” you started, but levi’s tail lashed forward, knocking the plates out of your hands. food went everywhere, including onto you, and the ceramic plates flew into the wall, shattering forcefully.

for a second, levi’s face contorted into regret, but you were already pushing past him, seething, inviting yourself into his room.

“fine!” you started gathering up all of your things that were in his room, plucking your jacket off of his chair, where it hung. “if i’m such a bother, i’ll stop coming around then! but it’s unfair for you to criticize my actions when you act like such a child! you’re insecure with yourself which leads to a lack of trust! you think you’re not good enough which makes you constantly search for evidence to support that line of thinking. you blow everything up, making me the bad guy, and i’m sick of it!”

looking around and not seeing anything else of yours, you pushed past him again, ignoring his dumbfounded expression. “have fun with your precious ruri-chan.”

stomping down the hall, you mindlessly made your way to the kitchen, where asmo was sitting with beel, who was having some cake. they took in your upset expression, armful of stuff, and the food in your hair.

“mc, are you ok?” asmo jumped up, rushing to your side. suddenly, you weren’t holding it together as well anymore, and your eyes welled up.

“what happened?” beel put his fork down, an action you would have been extremely touched at, had this been a different situation.

“i- i,” you started, frozen.

“what is the meaning of the mess in the hall?” lucifer came storming into the kitchen, eyes flashing. it was just enough to send you over the edge, emotions catching up.

your shoulders shook as you suppressed a sob. lucifer’s jaw dropped, watching you cry, as he saw the food you were covered in.

“shhh,” asmo soothed, taking the things from your arms and setting them on the table. “let it out.”

beel began picking the food from your hair and face, brushing it off your shoulders.

“y/n, what happened?” lucifer asked, trying his best to be gentle.

you shook your head. “levi and I got into a dumb fight.”

beel’s hands stilled. “levi did this?”

beginning to calm down, you sighed. “i honestly think this was a long time coming- not levi lashing out, but the fight itself. you know, one of those make-or-break points in a relationship.”

asmo nodded wisely. “let’s just hope this helps levi mature.”

“what am I going to do about levi?” lucifer rubbed his temples. “acting out like that is unacceptable.”

“honestly, I think his guilt is punishment enough,” asmo advised. “he definitely feels terrible about acting so violently and potentially hurting mc.” although you hadn’t explicitly said what caused the mess in the hall, they all seemed to figure it out.

“yeah.”

*

it had been a few days since you had seen levi. as much as it pained you to leave it like that, the ball was in his court and you had made it clear what he needed to do. you didn’t regret saying the things you said, but you wished you could’ve explained how you were feeling in a discussion rather than yell them in a fight. he did need to work on the things you said he needed to work on, but there probably was a better way you could have told him that.

it was hard not to automatically go to his room. you just wanted to flop down on his weird bed and hang out with him, but you couldn’t.

everyone had been a bit nicer to you, which was kind of sweet, but you just wanted everything to go back to normal.

groaning, you put your head down. there was a light knock on the door.

“yes?”

“mc,” it was levi, voice small. “i thought about what you said and you were right. i overreacted and accused you of things you didn’t do. i’m a terrible person. i shouldn’t have called you clingy because i was upset, as that’s not a good way to handle my feelings.” he sounded like he was reading off of cards, but it was definitely sincere.

“i shouldn’t have reacted aggressively. i could have seriously hurt you and i never want to be that person. i never want to be a person who could cause you harm. i know the pact protects you from me directly hurting you, but the shards from the plate could have struck you and seriously injured you. also, reacting with force is never the answer and i’m ashamed i did.” he paused, and you could hear him take a breath.

“i am insecure and jealous and i promise to work on that. i know you would never hurt me on purpose and were just being your nice self. you make every day better just by being there and if i have to get on my knees and grovel for you back, i will.”

standing, you opened the door. levi looked at you, amber eyes shining. he looked terrible.

“i accept your apology, but this can never happen again,” you warned him. “i’m sorry for yelling at you and stomping out too. thank you for being willing to work on yourself. i’ll try to be better too.”

levi rocked back and forth on his heels, unsure. “are you 100% certain? what if i mess up again? i’m just a gross otaku.”

“see, right there.” you pointed a finger at him. “that negative self-talk can’t continue. now get in here.”

he followed you to your bed, where you sat, back against the headboard.

“i missed you,” you admitted.

“missed you too.” levi brushed some of your hair out of your face. “i love you, even more than ruri-chan.”

you faked a gasp.

“even more than ruri-chan? that’s a lot of love!”

levi smiled, making you smile. “good thing i love you too, huh? maybe not more than ruri-chan, but you know how it is.”

“mc,” levi whined, “don’t do that to my poor heart.”

“yeah, yeah. now want to watch something?”

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A Place Called Home Drabble | ‘regret’

‘hello! can i request a drabble about when the reader and yoongi first met in ‘a place called home’? Apparently he scratched her shoulder or something like that and I was just curious about how it all happened’

A/N: Thank you for requesting this! I’ve been wanting to write about this back story between y/n and Yoongi. 

‘Hey for the drabble series - How about this idea- "Hybrid BTS get angry with their s/o and say things that hurt their s/o / they do something that hurts their s/o".Happy birthday to this blog in advance 🎉🎉🎉🎉’

A/N: Thank you for requesting. I’m sorry if you wanted OT7 hurting y/n but with all the trauma that the family already went through, it was hard to come up with an idea where all 7 of them would hurt y/n, whether it was intentional or not. The best I could was writing about Yoongi hurting y/n at the start. 

Warning(s): There is mention of injury, blood, rage and trauma. Please read at your own discretion! 

“Dr (y/l/n). Your panther hybrid has woken up.” Head nurse Park said as she dropped her files off at the nurses’ station. Your head shot up. This hybrid was the first hybrid you ever solely cared for after finishing your residency as a trainee in the hospital.

“I-I’ll go check on him.” You quickly finished the file you were signing off and slammed it close. 

“Dr (y/l/n), be care-” Head nurse Park couldn’t even finish before you were zooming off excitedly. The hybrid that came in was a mess to say the least. He was so close to dying and had been in a coma for almost a month. 

“Clear the way!” The paramedics charged through. Since you were one of the newer doctors, you had been assigned to night duties. 

“Doc, O.R. 1!” The nurses rushed after you as you and your partner came through the doors. The paramedics were hoisting the hybrid onto the operating table while you scrubbed in. 

“Hook him up!” You ordered while one nurse tied your mask. 

"Heart rate is weak, blood pressure is dropping.” The anaesthesiologist on call informed as he took his seat. 

“What blood are we looking at?” You asked. 

“Feline!” The nurse who ran the quick test shouted out. 

“Get me as much feline blood from the blood bank as you can and start transfusion immediately. Pull a crash cart in. And make sure there’s enough atropine for me. We’re not leaving until we save this hybrid.” You stepped to the operating table. The first thing you did was try to close the big wound on his abdomen, that was definitely meant to end his life. 

“Suction.” You called. Your doctor buddy held the suction tube to try and get the blood out of the way while you tried to find if any major organ was affect by this big cut. 

BEEEEEEEEEEP

“Stats are dropping.” 

“Oh no, you don’t. Get me my atropine.” You ordered. The anaesthesiologist injected the atropine into the hybrid’s IV line. You continued working on the abdominal wound since that was causing the most blood lost. 

“Got it. Suture the wound.” You managed to stop the bleeding before the hybrid really lost too much blood. 

“How we doing?” 

“Blood pressure is low but stable. O2 is slowly going up.” The anaesthesiologist Your buddy sutured the wound while you worked on the other wounds. Your hands shook slightly from the thought of the hybrid being dead for 2 minutes on the table. You took a deep breath. 

“Are you okay?” Your buddy asked. 

“Y-Yeah.” You took a deep breath and continued. This was the time to be caught up in your own emotions. There was a dislocated shoulder, a bullet in his shoulder, bullet in his thigh. 

“I’ll settle the bullet on his thigh next.” You announced. Luckily, whoever shot the bullet missed the hybrid’s femoral artery. 

Since that night, even if the hybrid was alive, you would often wake up covered in cold sweat just from reliving that memory. Every day, the nurses and other doctors would see you going to visit that hybrid. After consideration, you put him in a medically induced coma until he was healed enough that when he woke up, he wouldn’t be in immense pain. 

“Calm down.” You told yourself as you placed your hand onto the handle. You just wanted to see this hybrid awake. When you opened the door, he was standing there, yanking the tubes out of his arm. 

“Hey, hey! Don’t do that. You’re not fully recovered.” You rushed over. 

“Get away.” He growled menacingly. 

“Please, you need to rest to recover fully.” You said, frowning in worry. He simply growled and ignored you. 

“I-I’m a doctor here. I just want to help you. I-I know you’re confused but you’re safe here, no one will hurt you anymore.” You spoke softly. The hybrid stopped at your words. 

“Let me help you.” 

“I DON’T WANT YOUR GODDAMN HELP!” He shouted and swiped. You winced as you fell back onto the ground. You clutched onto your shoulder, looking as crimson spots began to appear through your white coat. 

“I don’t want your help. I didn’t want you to save me I’m a killer, a monster. I deserved to be laid out on the streets to die!” He grabbed your neck, holding you up and choking you. He flashed his fangs at you but you were not intimidated by him. 

“Get out.” The hybrid threw you out, slamming the door shut. Nurses and doctors immediately rushed to your aid. 

“You’re bleeding!” They gasped. But you ignored them, standing at the window. You saw the hybrid climb onto his bed, balling himself up as he let out quiet sobs alone. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” Head nurse Park stepped in and helped you up. 

“I-I’m okay.” You said, slightly shaken. 

“No, you’re not.” She refuted, removing your jacket where your blood had seeped through. You were sure that was going to leave a scar. Head nurse Park cleaned your wound for you, making you whine and hiss in discomfort. She wrapped a bandage around your shoulder before moving to your neck where the hybrid had gripped. 

“We should ice this. It’s gonna bruise.” She took an ice pack out from the freezer and wrapped it in a towel. 

“But-” 

“Stay.” Head nurse Park made you lie back down. You pouted and obediently laid back down, your uninjured arm holding the ice pack in place to your neck. Head nurse Park sighed. 

“It’s not his fault. I shouldn’t have pushed him. But I wanted to stop him from leaving. He’s so broken, I want to help him.” You spoke softly. 

“I know you want to help him.” She patted your head. 

“He just woke up from a month long coma. He’s probably confused and just feeling a lot of different emotions now. So let’s give him a few days to let everything sink in.” Head nurse Park advised. You nodded your head. After putting ice on your neck, she bandaged your neck as well. 

“You look like one of the patients here. You should change your shirt of the hybrids will smell your blood.” She chuckled. 

“Right.” You stood up. Before walking out, you hugged her. 

“He’s alive. He’s awake and alive.” You whispered. 

“That’s thanks to you.” She patted your back. You pulled away with a grin and ran off to your locker to get your spare shirt. Getting injured during work was part of the job, you didn’t blame the hybrid one bit. 

Yoongi pulled his knees to his chest. He stared at his hands, he couldn’t believe that he was alive. He swore he was actually dead. 

“Owww.” He touched his shoulder. After that confrontation with the doctor, he finally felt the pain in his body. He was obviously not in the right condition to even be walking. He stared at his arm that bled slightly since he yanked out the IV needle out with too much force. Holding his shirt up, he saw a thick bandage wrapped around his torso. 

“Are you in pain?” He hadn’t even heard another voice enter the room. Instinctively, he growled before whipping his head around. This lady looked a lot older. 

“Where am I?” 

“You’re in a hospital. You came in one night, was legally dead on the operating table for 2 minutes. But you made it out alive.” The lady leaned against the wall.

“That doctor... she saved me.” Yoongi spoke. 

“Yes. She led your surgery and care until the moment you woke up.” She informed. From her attire, Yoongi knew she was a nurse, not a doctor. She looked rather senior as well. 

“Are you in pain? Your arm is bleeding from the IV you yanked out.” She asked again. Yoongi looked down at his arm, shaking his head. 

“I need to go.” 

“I’m afraid you can’t. We cannot find your legal owner in the database. Hence, you’re under the hospital’s legal hold until your doctor discharges you with a clean bill of health.” Head nurse Park said. Yoongi looked away, was it really safe for him here? 

“I can assure you that you will be taken care of here. And you’re safe here. Where ever you came from, that’s your past. You’ve been given another shot at life, use it wisely.” She advised before turning to the door. 

“W-Wait!” Yoongi blurted out. She turned around to face him. 

“Can you help me with my pain?” He asked, still not looking at her. She nodded and approached him. 

“I’ll need to start another IV line. Oral painkillers won’t do you any good.” She said as Yoongi laid back on the bed. He blinked, unsure of what that was supposed to mean.

“Okay.” He replied, seeing her take the needle out. When she pricked his skin again, he let out an involuntary growl. Head nurse Park left momentarily to get an approval for giving Yoongi IV painkillers. She came back with a saline bag and hooked him up, injecting the painkillers in for infusion. Yoongi looked around warily. 

“Meals will be provided to you. You should rest for now.” She said to him, pulling the blanket over him. Yoongi nodded and she left him. 

It had been a week, you wanted to see the hybrid again, whose name you learnt was Yoongi. You were all healed up, the wounds on your shoulders just leaving an ugly, dried scar now. But that was the least of your worries. 

*KNOCK KNOCK*

“Come in.” Your heart stopped when you heard his voice. 

“Hello.” You poked your head in. Yoongi stopped when he saw you standing there. His tongue poked the inside of his cheek. 

“Can I come in?” You asked. He nodded his head. Yoongi could sense how nervous you were, he was nervous too. The last encounter you had with him wasn’t exactly a positive one. 

“I learnt that your name is Yoongi. How are you feeling, Yoongi?” You smiled softly. Yoongi was surprised, that was not what he was expecting from you. That friendly smile. He was expecting you to scowl at him or be afraid of him for hurting you. 

“Aren’t you scared of me?” He whispered. 

“Why would I be?” You giggled, leaning down to pick up his chart and browse through it. Yoongi was speechless. 

“Looks like you’ve been healing well. Maybe we can move you to oral painkillers so you can get that IV needle out of your arm.” You noted, taking your pen out. 

“Hmm.” He hummed. 

“You’ve been eating well too.” You smiled. Yoongi suddenly grasped your wrist, making you stiffen. 

“What are you-” Yoongi pulled the sleeve of your coat down before you could protest. His eyes widened as he saw that drying wound that was just beginning to scar. He did that. You yanked your arm away, pulling your sleeve up as you coughed lightly. Yoongi was frozen before he looked at you in utter disbelief. How could you treat him with so much kindness when he did that? 

“Leave.” 

“Yoongi, I-” 

“I said. Leave.” His fists clenched and his body shook. You pressed your lips into a thin line before you nodded and left him. Hearing the door close, Yoongi reached up to touch his cheek, it was damp. 

What’s this? Tears?

Yoongi let out a yell of frustration, swiping his blanket off his bed as he gripped his hair. This was all he ever was, a monster that was made to hurt. 

You didn’t give up. You came back 3 days later, with paper work to show a temporary adoption. Just until Yoongi could get back on his feet again. Yoongi didn’t want to go, he wanted to continue to avoid you. But he knew he couldn’t survive in his recovering state. 

Even as you introduced him to his room, he didn’t spare you any glance. He gave you the cold shoulder. 

*KNOCK KNOCK*

“Yoongi? Your dinner is on the counter. I’ll head to my room so you can eat.” Your voice sounded through the door. You weren’t expecting a reply so you headed to your room. 

“How do I make this work?” You sighed. When you heard the sound of Yoongi’s door opening and the soft padding of his feet, you smiled. 

“At least he’s eating.” You consoled yourself. Hearing the light clinking of his cutlery downstairs, you went to sleep. 

Yoongi had finished eating, doing his dishes and putting them aside to dry overnight. His sharp hearing let him know that you were already asleep. He wiped the table and pushed his chair back in. Your cooking was very good, way better than what they fed him at his previous home. There was a lot more variety and flavour when it came to your food. 

“Thank you for the meal.” He said, facing your door before retreating back to his own room. Yoongi didn’t sleep much, he didn’t want his mind to be vulnerable to the nightmares that haunted him. 

“Hmm.” Yoongi laid down on the new recliner you bought him, testing the buttons out. 

“Yoongi...” He stopped when he heard you say his name. Were you calling him?

“No... No... Don’t die...” He could hear your whimpers and cries through the wall. He blinked, standing back up and walking to your shared wall. He pressed his ear against it to try and listen. 

“No!” You let out a loud shout, making Yoongi jumped back in surprise. Yoongi found himself standing outside your door. Just as he placed a hand on your doorknob, he heard your approaching footsteps and cowardly hid in his room. He heard your footsteps head downstairs. 

“Maybe this will help.” Yoongi heard you say. He carefully opened his door, making sure not to make a sound. 

“What are you doing?” He stood there. You jumped. 

“Yoongi! You scared me!” You placed a hand over your already racing heart. You immediately stood in front of the alcohol bottle to try and hide it. Yoongi noticed the way your fringe stuck to your forehead from the sweat. 

“Are you drinking?” Yoongi asked. 

“I’m sorry you saw that. I just... needed help falling asleep. You can head back to bed.” You sighed. 

“I heard you... calling my name.” Yoongi ignored you, stepping closer. 

“Did I wake you? I’m sorry. I’ve been having trouble sleeping but it’s no big deal. I’ll try to keep my volume down.” You forced a smile, turning back to your drink. Yoongi stepped closer to you, turning you around. He leaned forward with both his hands on the kitchen island, making you bend your back from his sudden closeness. 

“Uh.” You were stunned as he leaned forward to sniff you. 

“You’re in distress.” Yoongi stated. 

“It was a nightmare. Don’t worry too much about it.” You waved him off. Yoongi tilted his head. 

“You’re constantly apologising to me. And your nightmare was about me, wasn’t it?” Yoongi finally stepped back to give you breathing space. You cleared your throat awkwardly. 

“I probably shouldn’t be getting into this.” You rubbed the back of your neck. Yoongi shook his head. 

“Tell me.” He insisted. 

“Get some sleep. You need all the rest you can get to recover well. I’ll be heading to bed too.” You patted his shoulder with a smile, nudging him gently. Yoongi cast you a suspicious look but just headed upstairs. He heard you sigh and put the bottle of alcohol back before heading back to your own room. 

“My little monster.” 

Yoongi shot awake, breathing heavily. He placed a hand over his chest, feeling his heart race as he panted. He swore, he was back in that cage, fighting another hybrid, possibly killing it. 

“Yoongi.” You came through his door, a look of worry on your face. Yoongi looked at you with wide eyes. 

“Hey, it’s okay. You’re safe. It was just a nightmare.” Your voice was soothing as you comforted him. It reminded Yoongi of his mother’s voice. 

“Hug me.” Was all Yoongi could croak out. You complied, wrapping your arms around him tightly. Yoongi slumped in your hold and put his arms around you as well, it brought comfort to the both of you. 

“Breathe, Yoongi. Take your time. Breathe.” Your voice was able to instantly calm him down.

“You’re okay, Yoongi. You’re okay.” While you continued to comfort him, tears brimmed in your eyes. Your nightmares of Yoongi’s surgery and him dying on the table, covered in so much blood still haunted you. Even if you knew he was alive and living just a wall away form you, it scared you. Yoongi stared right at the scars on your shoulder, regret washing over him.

“Don’t worry. You’re going to be just fine.” Your voice cracked as you rubbed his back, your other hand moving to stroke the back of his head as he sought warmth from you. Yoongi knew you were crying as well. 

“We’re going to be okay.” Yoongi whispered. 

~~

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[mischiefthedreamerx]

"In my flat!?"

Synopsis: Steven wakes up to find that he isn't the only one in bed and not to mention he isn't wearing clothes either..

A/N: No explicit scenes, just a funny humorous little drabble (?) of poor Steven freaking out XD

Word Count: 700

The first thing Steven felt in this fine peaceful morning was the blissful light of the sun on his face. No longer having to wake up mid-panic from a 'nightmare' or accidentally catapulting himself out of bed whilst wearing a leg restraint... Ah yes, the good old days of the daily miserable life of Steven Grant.

The second thing Steven felt was a presence weighing behind in. Steven pried his eyes open and ever so slowly turned his head around. He let out a sign of relief as it was only Layla fast asleep.

Steven smiled to himself as he took in the lovely sight of her sleepy face. But the peace did not last..

"Wait a minute.." He whispered to himself. The sheets were covering Layla but her bare shoulders were visible. Steven paused and began to sweat. Again, he ever so slowly looked under the covers at himself.

Steven Grant was naked.

"Oh bloody hell!" Steven cursed aloud, in a daze he flung himself of the bed with a loud thump. He took one of the blankets from the the bed to cover himself quickly.

"Oh god, oh god, no, no, no.." Steven frantically shook his head. What in the hell happened last night? "This cannot be happening." Steven took a steady breath to calm himself but another sudden realisation only worsened Steven’s flustered state;

So if he was naked...then Layla must of been too. There must be a very good explanation to this. Stealthily, Steven turned around to see Layla waking up.

"Oh shit.." Steven ducked down out of view. There was movement on the bed as Layla pulled herself up holding the duvet.

"Steven..?"

Steven hopelessly crept down lower to hide from view.

Layla let out a chuckle. "I know you're there, Steven."

Well obviously she did.

Almost in slow motion, Steven held up a hand to wave before then revealing his face that was hidden behind the bed.

"Hiya..Sorry this was a really inconvenience time to appear. I swear I didn't do this on purpose. I just woke up and there you were... naked.. in my bed.."

Layla covered her mouth to resist from laughing. "It’s fine, really. Had a good look, did you?" She teased.

Steven's eyes widened. "What..? Wait, no! I swear I didn't look! That would be highly inappropriate considering that you're Marc's wife and all that.." He trailed off. Layla could no longer suppress her growing laugh.

Steven was at least glad that she wasn't annoyed. Then a third realisation hit him like a tone of bricks. Damn Steven was too slow to catch on.

He stood up, jaw dropping as he held the long blanket around himself. "Hang on a second, no way! You and Marc... in my bed.. in my flat. "

Steven then turned towards the nearest mirror that he could find and pointed his finger to his reflection. "Oi, you! We gotta set some boundaries here, mate." Steven then pointed to the bed. "That's my bed and my flat, thank you very much. You can't just have..." Steven awkwardly stumbled to a stop.

"..have sex?" Layla said innocently, finishing off Steven's sentence.

Steven nodded. "Right, yeah, that, in my home." He said in defiance.

Of course Marc refused to show him. Coward. Though he still heard the host's voice; "Technically I own this apartment, Steven. You just happen to live here." Steven was about to protest until Marc spoke again; "Rent free, might I had."

"That's, that's not true!" Though Steven’s body fell slack as what Marc said was, in fact, true, and probably half the stuff here wasn't even Steven's to begin with. "Fine, you're right.." He said in defeat.

"Not to mention, she is my wife." Marc added, still not visible in any reflections.

Layla had managed compose herself and discreetly picked up her clothes, throwing on a top and underwear underneath the covers whilst Steven was freaking out at Marc.

When he finished his conversation with the invisible host, Steven returned to look at Layla. Was he ever so slightly disappointed that she was now clothed?

"Sorry.." Steven muttered again, dragging a hand down his face in shame.

Layla smiled sweetly. "It's fine, honestly. Come sit down, it's safe now."

His nerves began to settled a bit more as he sat down putting on a t-shirt he found on the floor and trousers that had be discarded nearby.

Steven could hear the distant sound of Marc's voice; "Steven," He warned. "You dare touch my wife.."

Looking unimpressed, Steven replied; "Yeah..yeah.. you'll throw us off a cliff.." He said, sounding disinterested. Layla frowned, but the confusion only made her laugh.

Steven couldn't help but smile. If only he could somehow bottle the sound of her beautiful laugh.

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[littlepadika]

hi angel 🥰 i’m just in the middle of rereading calling home !!!! i was just wondering, could you ever do a one shot of like sweet pea calming frankie during the middle of the night if he has like an anxiety attack or nightmare? i love the dynamic between those 2 and would love to see how sweet pea calms frankie 🥺

Hi bb sorry this took me a hot minute to get to. First off... i'm thrilled you are re reading my series! Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: PTSD, anxiety, comfort, fluff

AN: This is early in their relationship. Probably right after chapter 5. Therapy also referred to in this drabble

source: @uuuhshiny

You blinked up at the ceiling, sleep momentarily thinning. You heard low muttering beside you.

"Frankie?" You turned reaching over to his side of the bed. He was shaking and sweaty under your hand. "Frankie!" You sat up, this time going to the other side of the bed to flick on the bedside lamp. The dim yellow light revealed Frankie twitching and muttering incoherently. Sweat clung to his forehead. His mouth was pursed in between a frown and snarl. His jaw was clenched tight. His whole body was stiff as a board. He was deep in a nightmare. You heard him say something like "no no".

You had been over this scenario with Frankie. He advised you not to touch him when he was having nightmares in case he acted on instinct and accidentally hurt you. But now that it was real, you couldn't just watch him endure a nightmare like this.

"Hey... hey..." You stoked his arm with your fingers lightly. He jerked away from your touch with a grunt. When he turned his head you saw that there were tears in the corner of his eyes. "Oh, Frankie... Wake up please. Come on, baby. Please wake up." You just continued to slowly stroke his arm, his chest, eventually making your way up to his face. He seemed to be calming down.

Then he abruptly sat up, scooting away from you reflexively.

"Wha-What's..." He looked around the room and then trailed off when he saw you watching him, concern evident on your face. He wiped his wet eyes.

"Nightmare." You explained though you were sure he already knew.

"Did I hurt you?" He immediately asked, looking away in shame. His humiliation mixed toxically with his adrenaline and fear from the dream.

"No. You didn't hurt me." You answered quickly, pushing yourself up, but you resisted hugging him for fear he was still overstimulated. You offered your water bottle to him. "Do-do you want to talk about it?"

Frankie shook his head, looking down at his sweaty self. "It's the usual dream. The helicopter crash." He shuddered, trying to pull himself into the present and away from his distorted memory. He took a couple sips of water and then handed the bottle back to you. Mentally he did the exercises he had practiced. Name one thing you see: Sweet pea. Name one thing you hear: A passing car. Name one thing you feel: Soft sheets. Where are you? Home. Home. Home.

You waited patiently through all of this, giving Frankie space to speak when he was ready. He took a few deep ragged breaths, his fists clenched on the bed below you. Too scared to touch you yet. He worried that he may have scared you off. That now you would have seen that all of his demons were real.

"I'm sorry I woke you up, sweet pea." His gruff voice was dripping with guilt. You frowned, not in frustration at him but at the stigma that led him to feel so terrible about dreams he could not control.

"Frankie...you didn't bother me." You couldn't resist laying a hand over his bare stomach feeling him relax at your touch. "I'm glad I woke up. I want to comfort you."

He sniffed, new tears in his eyes. He was still looking away from you. You understood. It was such a vulnerable state for anyone, let alone someone who had endured as much rejection as Frankie had.

"Can I hold you? Is that okay?" You feel your own voice shake with emotion. Your power and your love was limited with him not in your arms. As much as you knew your voice could move mountains, you needed to console him with more than words.

"Yes. please." Frankie exhaled finally looking at you, his brown eyes misty and wanting. You wasted no time climbing over his legs and pulling his face into your neck. His arms linked around your back, holding you close.

His skin, that earlier vibrated like it was trying to break apart, settled under your touch. Solidifying enough so he could finally sense each part of his body. Hands, wrists, elbows, shoulders, and so on. He mentally listed each one as it related to you. Your hands on his head. Your chest on his chest. Your breath on his neck.

"I have you." You promised, knowing the words would help ground him. "I have you. I'm not going anywhere. Just be here with me."

"I'm so tired of this." He whispered into your warm embrace. "I just want to be better."

"I know." You sat back cupping his face in your hands, rubbing your thumb over that patch of grey in his beard.

"I was doing so well." He continued to beat himself up. He had been so pleased to have gone nearly a month without any nightmares or PTSD. He tried to think of something that could have triggered him but yesterday was a normal Thursday. He didn't drink. He didn't have a stressful customer at work. He had sex. He showered. Sometimes there was no trigger and that was the most unsettling type of episode.

Frankie ducked his head, resting his forehead in between your breasts. He wished he could crawl inside you and away from his thoughts. His PTSD made him nauseous and too hyper to sleep. He was both hyper-focused and dazed at the same time. Every nightmare always felt like an omen that things were going to get bad again. He was going to start craving and then eventually relapse.

You rubbed his back in slow circles trying to coax him into a more normal breathing rate. A minute passed, the only sounds were Frankie's rough breathing and your slower one.

"What else do you need?" You asked gently.

"Can you- can you light the candle please?" He requested in a muffled voice.

"Sure." You smiled, reaching over to his side of the bed and pulling out the lighter. Your candle, already well used, was soon flickering brightly. The floral scent you and Frankie loved, filled your brain making sleep slowly start to edge its way in. You could feel his breathing slow. "That better?"

"Mmhmm." He grumbled. Something about the scent grounded him to this chapter in his life; the one with you in it. He wasn't that lonely guy anymore. He wasn't in a war zone. He had everything he could ever dream of right in his arms... and yet... this still happened. "I'm sorry, sweet pea."

"What for?" You tousled his hair affectionally.

"For-for being messed up."

"Frankie..." You nudged his head up so you could kiss him deeply. You let him take the lead, pressing him tongue into your mouth and pulling you tighter against his chest. At your quiet moan he pulled back letting you finish your thought. You didn't care how many times you had to say it, touch it, kiss it into reality: Frankie was perfect the way he was.

"You aren't messed up." You murmured, holding his eyes with your earnest gaze. "You're strong. You're resilient and brave. I love you because of that. You're like... a phoenix. You rise from the ashes." Then you giggled. "Sorry I just thought of a hybrid between a catfish and a Phoenix."

"Ha." He laughed shakily, tightening his arms around you. "A fish on fire. Sounds about right."

"Or a bird with whiskers." You snorted.

He kissed you again, relishing your little giggles against his lips. You laced your hands with his.

"I'm here to remind you to be kind to yourself. Remember how far you've come. I'm so proud of you, Frankie."

Once again he reflected on how lucky he was to have you in the flesh. Your empathy amazed him. It had from day one but his awe grew monumentally tonight. You weren't scared. You saw all of his brokenness for what it was and you only loved him harder. He had to trust your vision of him when his own internal compass failed.

"You tired, little pea?" He chuckled when you yawned cutely, after trying to hold it in.

"No." You told a small lie, just to keep him from trying to put your needs first. You weren't going to sleep until you knew he felt safe. "How are you feeling? Be honest, please."

Frankie searched his body with another deep breath. "Better. I'm just really amped up from the adrenaline. But go back to sleep, little pea. I'll read or something.”

"Mmm read to me?" You asked holding back another yawn.

"Sure." He chuckled. You rolled off of him pulling the covers back over you both. Frankie grabbed his copy of The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue. You latched onto him like a koala bear and hung onto his deep voice. Frankie appreciated the weight of your arm on his stomach and head on his chest. You could hear his heartbeat below your ear slowing.

Frankie paused his quiet oration to peer down at your relaxed face and fluttering eye lids. "I love you, sweet pea."

"mmm love you too." You breathed in reply.

For the first time, Frankie was able to go back to sleep after his nightmare.

~~~~~~~~~~

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[little-diable]

Greasy Hands - Spencer Reid (smut)

Written by @playboysbunny​ and little-diable (that’s me - in case you were wondering). Thank you for writing the fluff and letting me have my fun with the smutty part. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: a soft drabble about a broken down car, a confused Spencer and some lovemaking in a garage

Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (f and m receiving), unprotected sex

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

“You don’t understand,” she complained, “my dad used to fix everything! Dishwashers, washing machines, radios - anything that broke, my dad could fix!”

Spencer nodded, trying to calm her. 

“I just don’t see the issue in sending it to the mechanic.”

She threw her arms in the air, releasing a frustrated sigh. 

“It just doesn’t feel right!”

Spencer let her emotions settle. (Y/n) paced her apartment, back and forth, his eyes watching her from his leather reading chair in the corner. He kept his eyes on her with a patient expression, as she slowed eventually she stopped in front of the window. (Y/n) held a hand at her jaw as she watched the sunset; she didn’t want to admit what Spencer clearly already knew.

He didn’t push her, waiting for (y/n) to come to her own conclusion. She spoke in a whisper without turning to him.

“It just feels like he’s really gone,” she said. “He’s not here to fix my car and now it’s real. He’s really gone.”

(Y/n) didn’t cry as she had through the months. Her father had passed in the fall and the green of the trees now brought her some sort of hope and solace; things would get better. It wasn’t the changing of the seasons that brought her peace, though. No, that was Spencer. 

She turned to him then and sighed, his expression was understanding and sympathetic.

“We’ll figure something out,” Spencer said, getting up from his chair. He walked across the room and took her in his arms, placing his chin on the top of (y/n)’s head.

They spent the evening together, since she was lucky enough to have him home for a rare occasion. He unfolded the team’s latest case for her over a bottle of red wine, sparing the gorey details, but giving them to her bit by bit as she begged for them. They made dinner together, danced to music she liked, but Spencer detested, but he went along with it anyway, spinning her around the kitchen and reciting all the words to her as he memorized them instantaneously.

Over dinner, she told him the downfall of her day; on the way home from work, her car suddenly started overheating and she ended up in a strange neighborhood she’d never ventured into before. It was an industrial area without a lot of foot traffic. Every window had a set of accompanying bars. (Y/n) felt oddly isolated and out of place. She was uncomfortable and nervous and then she had to walk away from her car to get a signal to call a tow truck.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” Spencer scolded her from across the table. “If something had happened to you…” he couldn’t finish the thought.

“What choice did I have?” (Y/n) countered. “Should I have stayed there and waited for you to come and rescue me?”

“I would have,” he replied. “I will always find you.”

He looked at her over the candlelight, his eyes glistening with truth. His words filled her with exultant joy.

They went to bed together, finally reuniting after weeks apart. Spencer fell asleep quickly, exhausted from the case he’d just returned from. He held her in his arms as she drifted off to sleep.

(Y/n) woke up alone and felt the coldness of his absence, frantically searching for a note; he’d always leave a note if he was called to a case and she was still asleep. She patted her hands around in the dim morning light, finding nothing.

She launched herself out of the bed and threw on whatever she could find. (Y/n) ran into the living room in his boxers and his button down from the night before.

“Spencer?”

The hollow echo of the empty apartment made her heart drop. She scanned the room quickly, looking for him. His go-bag was still sitting by the door, his keys and badge on the table beside it. A cup of cold coffee was resting there too, under the faint light from the floor lamp that Spencer had left on. In his leather armchair, there was a thick book she hadn’t seen before.

(Y/n) picked it up and read the cover aloud. “Haynes Repair Manual based on a complete teardown and rebuild?”

It was for her 1969 Chevrolet Camaro, though she was positive she didn’t own the manual. Why would she? She had no idea how to fix anything. 

(Y/n) grabbed the only pair of shoes she had left at the door - an old pair of tall, yellow, rubber rain boots - and ran into the hallway of her apartment building. She rushed down the stairs with the manual still in-hand. (Y/n) ran out to the back alley, where her car and others were in a long string of garages; of course, her garage door was already open.

“Damn!” Spencer yelled, clattering around under her car.

The hood was propped up and the car was up on jackstands. Spencer’s legs dangled out from underneath and tools and parts were scattered about the garage floor.

“Where did you get all this?” (Y/n) shouted.

Spencer rolled out from under the car and propped himself up on his elbow. He was in ratty blue jeans she’d never seen before and a plain white t-shirt. He was covered with splotches of black grease like a child that had been dabbling in finger paints. 

“All of what?” he said, incredulously.

(Y/n) waved the manual in the air above her head. 

“Spencer!” she laughed, “What are you doing?”

He stood up then, tossing the bolts he held in his hand to the floor. He ran a hand through his messy hair, stopping to pull on the roots. 

“You need your car fixed and that’s what I’m going to do! It shouldn’t be this hard, really,” he huffed. “It’s simple mechanics and mathematics, you’d think someone with a Ph.D in both would be able to do it!”

He continued rambling on, kicking the bolts he had scattered, waving his hands as he struggled to explain to her how his brain and his hands seemed to have a disconnect. Spencer carried on like that for a while and she knew best to let him have his soliloquies. But (y/n) didn’t miss a single drop of sweat that ran down his slightly heated skin. 

She couldn’t help but stare, forcing herself to stay calm, trying to drown out the needy longing for her man.

There was something about the way the frustration spurred him on that made her lose her focus. His intensity and passion had (y/n) biting her lip in anticipation. She couldn’t control the feeling that arose in the pit of her stomach. 

He moved back to the car and attempted to refocus himself, reciting the steps of the manual he had memorized as he got back to work. How easy - she thought - it would be to let him bend her over the car, to allow Spencer to run his oil covered hands all over her body.

“You’re staring.” 

The change in Spencer’s tone recaptured her attention, though he didn’t lift his head to make his remark; his eyes were focused on his task, his expression strained from stopping his smirk from spreading.

For a profiler, Spencer had never been very aware of her advances, to the sly glances she’d cast his direction. But now - with her thighs pressed together, her teeth pierced into her lower lip, the soft humming that she trilled while she was lost in her fantasies of him - he knew all about the heat that took over her senses. 

He didn’t need to be a genius to understand her, to know the arousal that was dripping from her folds, about the way her nipples were beginning to harden, uncomfortably rubbing against the material of his button down shirt hung over her body.

She stumbled over her words, nervously pulling a strand of hair behind her ear. 

A small “sorry” left her slightly parted lips, coaxing a chuckle out of him. Spencer rose from his kneeling position, hand reaching for hers, pulling (y/n) in for a messy kiss, tongues meeting, teeth clashing - clearly projecting the lust that kept them both distracted. 

He pulled her in close, resting himself on the side of the car.

“Maybe I should get cleaned up first,” Spencer said, putting some distance between them, very well knowing that he’d lose control soon. 

But the pleading whine that escaped her held him frozen and gaping as she fell to her knees in front of him, reaching for his belt loops. He braced himself on the car behind him. His usually busy psyche suddenly emptied, thoughts instantly leaving his mind as his tongue wet his lips, enjoying the feeling of her warm hands on his clothed bulge as she rubbed him through the fabric.

“Somebody's excited,” (y/n) teased. 

He turned down to her, a wide smile on his pretty face, his eyes glazed over in ecstasy. Slowly - teasingly - she undid his trousers, kissing up his thighs as she toyed with the elastics of his boxers. Her touches burned on his skin, pushing the genius into a dangerous headstate; the blood was quickly rushing down to his hard cock. 

He couldn’t remember his own name, and best yet, he didn’t care.

As her hands grasped his length, Spencer gasped her name - relieved to finally feel her soft skin pressed against his sensitive one. (Y/n)’s thumb circled his tip, smearing the drops of precum that bearded his skin. She couldn’t help but have a taste, lips parted, allowing him to thrust forward, cock disappearing down her throat.

Every moan that left her vibrated on his skin, pushing him closer to his release - but it was much too soon for Spencer's liking. He wanted to fill her up, claiming her, his lover, in the most sinful way, with his seed spilling out of her as she’d cry out for him.

“(Y/n), I’m going to fuck you so good, you’ll-” he moaned, she cut his rambling short as she added more pressure to her movements. 

She couldn’t deny the effect his words had on her. (Y/n) loved to hear his dirty talk and the promises he’d make as waves of euphoria would clash upon him. 

It was no secret that he was close, tightening his grip on her hair, unevenly panting her name. She was eager to push him over the edge - oh, so eager to please him - but he pushed her away before he could reach his peak.

A few moments of silence engulfed them both, the only sound echoing through the air came from the heavy breaths spilling from his lips as he tried to calm himself. 

As if he had heard her thoughts, he reached down, yanked her up by her biceps and turned (y/n) so that she could rest where he had been on the side of the car. His hungry lips grazed her neck, leaving wet trails on her skin as he snapped the hood of the car down with a forceful crash. 

Wordlessly she positioned herself for him, ripping the boxers she had thrown on down her legs, exposing her glistening wetness to his wide eyes. She leaned back as he lifted her onto the car’s hood. 

(Y/n) pledged to take him on a wild ride as she’d beg for her release.

Spencer took in every word, “let me taste you first. I bet you made quite a mess, didn’t you?”

Two fingers of his ran through her slit, spreading her slick on her folds, on her clit. She was addicted to his touch, completely at his mercy. 

(Y/n) was putty in his hands, would do anything he’d asked of her if it meant that she could cum on his fingers. He enjoyed watching her moan for him - she was begging for more, so lost in the fantasy that her words became nonsense.

As he pushed his fingers into her, pumping them in and out of her tightness, her head fell back against the hood as she arched herself off the metal. She was so close, too close, plagued with the wish that this moment and feeling would last forever.

“Feels so good Spence’,” she cried, slurring his name, eyes squeezed shut, her breaths falling short. 

Though just as she wanted to let go, he stopped, smirking at her with the special glint in his eyes. He was toying with her, using her body for his pleasure. Watching her beg for him turned him into a touch-starved, hungry man.

“I will fuck you so good, you won’t remember your own name,” Spencer moaned. 

His words sounded more like a command than a promise, cock ready to rip her in half, to fuck her till she’d cry heavy tears of pleasure. 

Her lips met his in a rather passionate way, tongues fighting, teasing one another, distracting her from the feeling of his cock pressed against her entrance. As their bodies connected in the most intimate way possible, she called out his name, pulling him close, holding onto him for dear life.

Spencer kept his gaze focused on her heat, watching his length split her in half, glistening with her arousal clinging to his skin. She was losing herself in waves of pleasures, slowly forgetting about the world outside, only caring about their love and the pleasure that ran through their bodies.

His pace was ruthless, bruising, keeping her lungs from letting any air flood through them. She was too distracted by the feeling of his cock buried deep inside of her. Sounds of praises left them both as they felt themselves climbing higher and higher, ready to reach their peaks.

“I’m so close.” 

Her words didn’t get a reply. He was focused on making her cum, adding more pressure to the speed of his thrusts as her body moved against the hood. Sweat dripped down her skin, pooling on the small of (y/n)’s back. Their lips connected once again all while she tumbled over the edge, fingernails piercing into his shoulders, as she cried out his name.

The way she looked - sweaty, hair in tangles, makeup smudged - pushed him into the arms of his own orgasm. His release spilled out of him, painting her walls white, claiming (y/n) as his.

She laid her head down and let her body collapse onto the hood of the car as he bent himself over her to rest. Forehead to forehead, they gazed into each other’s eyes as they struggled to catch their breaths. They both shared sloppy, quick kisses and murmurs of “I love you’s” as they laughed breathlessly together in the afterglow.

Spencer pushed himself off the car and straightened his pants again before handing her the boxers she’d stolen. She hopped off the hood and redressed herself as they heard nearing footsteps.

”Hey, pretty boy,” Derek chanted, announcing himself before he walked through the wide open door of the garage.

(Y/n) covered her mouth to hide her wide smile, admired Spencer as he struggled to keep himself composed. 

“Hey, Derek, thanks for coming,” Spencer answered, still struggling to breathe evenly.

“(Y/n), you can go back to bed and rest easy little girl,” Derek laughed. “I’m here now, I’ll take care of you.”

Derek’s taunt was entirely directed at the difficulties Spencer faced with fixing her car, but she couldn’t let the moment pass.

She smiled brightly in Derek’s direction as she walked past him on her way out of the garage, “Oh, Dr. Reid has already taken care of me, Derek. Don’t you worry.”

(Y/n) heard Spencer laugh as she sauntered off. She imagined the look on Derek’s face as the realization hit, but she didn’t look back to see it.

“Pretty boy!” Derek yelled in surprise.

She basked in the sound of Spencer’s laughter.

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Can you feel that?

Pairing: I.N x Reader  Genre: smut  Word count:1,874 Warnings: Bulge kink, oral (m receiving), vaginal fingering, a bit of cum play  Authors note: so here’s this, i think it’s pretty okay nothing special. I might do a felix drabble a little later just cause he won’t let me be a changbin stan and he looked amazing on kingdom

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“Baby” Jeongin whined.

“What?” You whined back.

It was a lazy Sunday morning and you guys were still in bed while the clock read 12. Jeongin still had sleep in his eyes and a lazy side smile, his hair was everywhere and his skin was glowing. He was quite the sight when he first woke up.

“You look beautiful baby” he whispered scooting closer to you, kissing on your neck.

“Innie, we just woke up. Can I at least brush my teeth?”

“No you’re perfect as you are right now” he kisses all over your face.

You scrunch up your nose and squint your eyes and he can’t get enough of you. He slips his hand under your panties and your breath leaves your body.

“Oh you like that? How about this?” Jeongin teases your clit as you grab a hold of his forearm and squeal.

“I asked you a question babygirl” he rubbed a bit harder.

“Yes, yes I like it!” You said almost screaming.

“Good girl.” He whispered while slipping two fingers inside you.

You reach up and take hold on the back of his neck and make direct eye contact with him. At first it’s a bit intimidating then his eyes begin to soften with every moan that he milks from your soft pink lips and suddenly he’s putty in the pool of your eyes. Before you really realize your stomach starts to tighten and Jeongin’s eyes darken. You feel yourself clinch around his fingers and the fire behind his eyes brightens as you succumb under him.

After you lay back down, orgasm fully ridden out, Jeongin pulls his fingers from inside you and slowly slides them in his mouth. You watch as his Adam's apple bobs up and down as he swallows. He grabs your mouth forcing it open your tongue sticking out a bit and he licks it then says “You taste that baby? That’s you. You taste so good.” You moan out as he begins to kiss you, his tongue touching every inch of your mouth. Your body covered in sweat, a mixture of yours and his. He pins your hands above your head and as you go to look at them his lips attach to your neck, you let out a shriek partially from pleasure and partially from shock. He lets out a grunt as you buck your hips against his groin, “Oh baby you’re not ready” he moans out as you bite a hickey into his neck.

“Please baby I want you” you bite your bottom lip and give him the puppy dog eyes, “I need you baby” you whisper seductively.

He gives in faster than you thought kissing you on your nose then biting your earlobe. “Where? Where do you need me baby?” You almost climax at the thought of finally having him inside of you.

“I need you here babe.” you slowly slide his hands over your underwear, “With this” You slide your hand over his crotch and you can feel his erection come to life under his boxers.

“Fuck baby.” He says as he leans down kissing you and parting too soon. “I want this shirt off now.” You’re taken back a second by how demanding he sounds but you take your shirt off and your nipples harden as they hit the cold morning air.

“Like that Innie?” you say in a small voice. You can visibly see his erection growing.

He gets off the bed pulling his boxers off so you start to do the same with your panties till his strong grip is attached to your wrist, “No i want to do it, right now i need a bit of help.”

He looks down as if to hint at it. You slide off the bed and onto your knees, he gathers your hair into a makeshift ponytail in his hands, you wrap your hands around his member and he flinches a bit “Shit babe your hands are freezing.”

You chuckle “Sorry.”

You lick your hand to warm it up and add moisture and wrap it around his member. He sucks in a breath, “are they still too cold?” you question him.

“No, no they’re fine just please keep going.”

So you do, you pump his length a few times till he’s hard enough to put in your mouth and honestly it doesn’t take that long cause he’s looking at his girl doing her thing. You lick him from the bottom of his shaft to the tip of his head and when you slide him into your mouth he lets out this breathy moan as if he’d been holding his breath the whole time. You take all of him in your mouth and he melts into it and at the same time stiffening his legs.

It didn’t take too long before he was ready to finish so you sucked your cheeks in to give him that extra pressure to push him over, as he came in your mouth all you could really do was look up at him. His face scrunching up his eyes shut so tight you could see his crows feet, his mouth pulled tight his teeth smashed together deep moans falling from his slightly chapped lips.

You removed him from your mouth and a bit of cum dropped on your chin and Jeongin swiped it away with his thumb and after you swallowed what was in your mouth you took his thumb in your mouth sucking on it. He bit his lip while smiling down at you and you couldn’t help but smile back up at him. “I love you so much.” He gushed a bit red in the face.

Getting up from the floor standing in front of him with nothing but your panties, you put your nose against his, “I love you too babe.” you kissed him very innocently.

He leans down to whisper, “Alright babe now it’s time to make you feel the motion of this ocean.”  in a seductive voice.

You just stared at him dead pan and he couldn’t help but laugh a little at his own joke. You lay on the bed and he climbs on top of you slowly, putting you back in the mood and it works but before anyone did anything you asked him, “Do you have a condom?”

He slides his hand over and grabs two condoms for the bedside table, “Actually i have two, just in case.”

You smiled up at him as he came down for a kiss. He slowly pulled your panties down and the feeling in the room got serious. He threw your panties behind him and now you're both naked, he started to kiss your neck which earned him a few moans, he continued to kiss and suck down your neck. When he got to your chest he licked over your left nipple, it immediately became hard. He sucked on your left breast while massaging your right, you could have busted from that if only he had continued a few more minutes.

He detached himself from you and you whimpered a bit, he sat up running his fingers through his hair showing off his biceps. “Oh baby that ain’t nothing yet.” His accent dripping from every syllable. You stiffen a bit as your southern parts become drenched. You watch his forearm veins and muscles move ever so slightly as he grasps himself.

You begin to ache like never before, you grab his forearm while his hands are still around himself, “Innie, I need you right now.” it came out a lot whinnier than you intended.

His eyes darkened as he wrapped both his hands around the back of your neck pulling you in deep for a kiss, your chest now pushed flesh against his. You feel the pressure of him entering you, your eyes start to tighten shut but Jeongin demands, “No baby look at me, look in my eyes.”

He grabs the bottom of your chin to make sure you're looking at him so he can see everything you feel as he slides his thick member all the way in. Keeping your eyes open was a struggle when all you wanted to do was close them but the more you whimpered it seemed the harder he bit down on his lip.

He was fully inside of you, he couldn’t take it anymore and looked to the side as he let out a moan so you took the opportunity to close your eyes and let go some of the pressure that built up. He started to move his hips into yours, igniting the friction between you two. He holds himself up looking at you, a moaning mess below him. He reaches out and wraps his hand around your throat, adding pressure, just enough to raise the adrenaline but still being able to breathe. Your pupils dilated as the feeling set in, you let out a squeaky moan as Jeongin continued to buck his hips into yours. He released his hand from your throat, you slightly gasp for air.

He grabs your wrist and puts your hand on your stomach, you look at him confused. “You feel that baby? That’s me.” And you realize that the movement under your hand is Jeongin moving himself in and out of you and at that, really feeling his thick cock inside of you your walls start to clench and Innie whimpers. You hold on to his shoulders and force him over so that now you're on top of him.

“Shit babe what are you doing?” He moans out

“Taking control.” You tell him as you grab his hand putting it on your stomach. You pushed your hips forward and leaned your shoulders back grabbing a hold of his thighs to steady yourself. Positioning your body like this you could actually see the outline of Jeongin’s cock in you and he kinda just moaned at the sight of it and you moan at the warmth his hands are providing on your body. You start to move up and down on top of Jeongin and it isn’t long before he grasps your hips trying to help speed you up. Your walls and stomach begin to really tighten as well and the harder he slams you down on himself the closer you both are till he slams you down, sits up and wraps his arms around you tight as you both come undone. A long string of curse words and I love you’s fall from his lips as you grip his hair while shaking in his arms. When both orgasms are finished Jeongin lays you down on the bed, your legs too weak to move. He gets up and heads into the bathroom, you hear water running. He comes in with a washcloth and begins to wash the inside of your legs, he picks you up bridal style you cuddling into his chest and you can feel the vibrations as he says, “After your bath we should look up a nice place to go to dinner tonight.”

You just moan in response and after he slides you into your bath, him sliding in behind you he kisses the top of your head and whispers, “I love you so damn much babe.”

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[vemuabhi]

Sanji - A prank?! you jerk!

@ye-rin164 Happy birthday Yui chwan!!!! I wish you all the happiness! I hope this short drabble will make you smile atleast once! I wish you find yourself your Sanji soon!

Pairing : Sanji X Reader

Warning : Oh! A stupid prank.

Word count : 780

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With the assignment finished, you set the alarm to 6 am in the morning to wake up early.

Grabbing the blanket and heading towards the bed, you never felt better. Now a days you didn't even bother to check your phone anymore. The workload was so huge. You looked at the clock. It was 11:10pm. Its been so long since you slept at this time. You slowly closed your eyes and started to sleep. These assignmens made you a light sleeper. You could even wake up at even small sounds.

You and Sanji were in a long distance relationship. A relationship needs effort but a long distance relationship needs more effort. But... you never felt lonely because of him. He tried to make sure you were always happy with him.

You woke up to the sound of your main gate opening. You looked at the clock and it showed 1am. 'Who the hell came to my house at this time? No one ever does', you thought and went towards your desk and took the phone. You called your boyfriend and within the first ring he picked it up.

"Hey honey I thought-"

"Listen, This is really important", you interrupted him while he was saying something and continued, "Its freaking midnight and someone came to my house. I don't know what to do", you whispered trying to get a glimpse of the person at the other side of the door.

A silhouette of a tall person was visible to you. But you couldn't see his face.

"Oh my god! Wait listen to me carefully. I know this is not the time usually someone comes to your house. So first take a deep breath. Don't make any sound. Just take a bat or something which is strong and try to see who is it from a window. But don't open the door till I tell you."

"Sanji Im really scared", you said as new sweat beads formed on your forehead.

"Don't. Don't be. Be confident. I'm here and listening to you. Maybe you can find your the love of your life there".

"What the hell are you saying? You know that I love yo- wait you jerk.. is that-", you pushed the curtains slowly and looked out and gasped looking at the person, who had silky blond hair, looking back at you with his hands on his mouth covering his laugh.

"YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE", you threw the bat at him opening the window.

"Im so sorry honey. It was a joke", he said as he caught the bat, still chucking at his shitty prank.

"No fuck off you jerk. I was so scared", you said as he approached you.

"Im really sorry", He said as he placed his bag down and cupped your cheeks. But you piched his ears making him wine.

"I tried to tell you I came when you called but you started to get scared. So I thought to-"

"To continue to scare me", you ended his sentence and let him go and asked, "Why are you here?"

"Happy Birthday Love", he said looking into your eyes with pure affection. You'd have forgiven him 'cause its been so long since you two met but this... you found it really adorable.

You smiled and looked away from him for a second before again meeting his gaze. He also became very happy at your smile. You punched him and stepped back. He then came inside the house with his bag from the window.

Closing the window behind him, he turned towards you and again closed the distance between you two by placing one of his hand on your cheek and the other on the back of your neck. You tilted your face to kiss him with your right hand in his hair and the other around his shoulder.

Both of his hands travelled down to your thighs and with one swift moment, he pulled you up and carried you. His bag which had the green gift box and a small brown teddy bear were forgotten in the living room. Don't worry. You'll get them the coming morning.

It wasn't the best way of wishing you but you did have him in your arms at last.

XOXOXOXO

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Love, Uncle Sy

Genre: Fan Fiction (Sand Castle) Pairing: N/A Warnings: It’s so fluffy!  Rating: G Length: Drabble Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.  

A/N: I had fun with Sy and Willow, making Christmas cookies, so I brought them back for some adorable birthday fluff.

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Saturday morning, sun barely above the horizon and Sy was wide awake. As usual, his morning began in the kitchen, a pot of coffee perfuming the room while accompanied by the humid scent of dishwasher and frying bacon. He'd woke this morning, tossing and turning, a cold sweat cresting his brow. Nothing a shower and a soothing meditation tape wouldn't temporarily fix. Had he not been woke by the nightmares, Sy would have planned to sleep in – or his version of sleeping in, at least.

Waking from a nightmare on your birthday, should be criminal. Never the less, he had work to do once breakfast was over. In a few hours, he had to pack his truck with a few party favours and drive over to the local horse farm where his niece took lessons every Saturday morning. While Sy was turning older than he cared to remember, today was his niece's seventh birthday.

The grizzled Army vet loved all of his nieces and nephews, but Willow was certainly his favourite. She was his mini-me. His tiny partner in crime. His shadow, and the light of his life. From the moment Sy had held his birthday twin, he'd been in love. His heart was melting and there was nothing that he wouldn't do for that child.

Calling the dog back inside, he gave a scratch behind the ears. Plating his bacon and a piece of toast, saving a few pieces to cool as a treat for the faithful canine. Checking his watch, Sy frowned, 6AM was a little too early to call his birthday girl. He'd have to wait until he saw her later this morning, when he would also be presenting her with the most perfect present in the world.

Around 10AM Sy's truck was packed with a few birthday banners, balloons, cupcakes, and a giant pink sparkly bow. Willow's lesson ended at 11:30, if he wanted to get there and allow his sister time to set up then he had to hurry. Sy couldn't wait to see his niece's face, when he presented her with the present that he'd bought her. He could picture it now, her eyes shining and that adorable smile, ear to ear, squealing in pure delight.

Arriving while Willow was busy cleaning her tack, Sy managed to get somewhat set up. A kind parent helping to set up made it easier on Sy. One last thing to get from the truck and they were set. Sy shut the door, the case of cupcakes in his arm. Walking back to the surprise location, the last thing he'd expected when he stepped inside the barn was Willow running towards him, tears streaming down her face, sniffling and trying to contain the sobs of anguish. Stopping in his tracks, Sy removed his sunglasses, intercepting the little girl rushing towards him at the speed of light.

“Uncle Sy,” Willow rushed her uncle, tears in her eyes. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she sniffled.

“Hey Wispy, what's wrong Bub?” Sy stroked the back of her head, the braided pig tails messed from their time under her helmet.

“Oh Uncle Sy.” She wailed, bottom lip trembling. A child crying on their birthday was never a good sign. Squatting down to be the same height as his niece, Sy wiped her eyes. “Checkers.”

“What about him?”

“He's,” hiccup, “he...” she sobbed. “He's sold.”

Biting his bottom lip, Sy felt for the little girl. He wished they could have told her before now, but that would have ruined the entire birthday surprise. Of course her favourite pony had sold, the second Sy had heard that the striking spotted pony had a price tag, he called and negotiated the sale. Checkers had sold nearly two weeks ago, his new owner none the wiser that the pony even belonged to her – at her Uncle's request.

Aimee and Mike had been discussing buying their daughter her own pony, though funds and the right pony were never aligned. When Sy heard that the favourite lesson pony was going to be sold, he discussed it with his sister and knew what he had to do.

Seeing Willow sobbing uncontrollably was going to make the reveal that much sweeter. Even so, knowing something his niece did not, seeing her in such a state broke Sy's heart.

“Oh Wispy,” Sy soothed her, bringing her in for a tight hug. “I know it hurts now, but just think, Checkers is going to have a little girl of his very own. Don't ponies deserve a good home and all the love?”

“Yeah, but I'm going to miss him. I wish I could have him. I would love him forever, Uncle Sy.”

“I know bub, I know.” Gently giving her a squeeze, Sy let her go rubbing the tears away from her cheeks. “How 'bout you go finish putting your things away, then come find me and we can give Checkers some treats and tell him what a good pony he is?”

“Okay.” Willow nodded, hiccupping through a new batch of silent tears.

Close one. Sy stood, blowing out a heavy breath.

He had to hurry, if he wanted to be set up by the time Willow came back. He picked up the case of cupcakes. Delicately arranged in the shape of a pony, of course. Sy had worked hard baking, decorating, and creating the perfect birthday treat. Walking through the aisle of the small riding facility, Sy smiled seeing his sister and nephew waiting at the party site.

They had arranged to meet up after Willow's lesson, catching a few of her horsey friends before they left. Parents happy to wait for an extra hour to help the little girl celebrate her birthday. Sending Willow to the car to put her things away had been the only way Sy could get her far enough away to make their plan work.

“Sy, Happy birthday.” Aimee hugged her brother tightly. Careful not to squish the container of cupcakes that he held.

“Thank ya.” He kissed her cheek, smiling wide. Nodding to Ben, who would rather be anywhere else right now. “Wispy was pretty upset,” he commented glancing over at the pony who was standing in a holding paddock near by. “I nearly broke, Aim.”

“Oh god,” Aimee rolled her eyes, “who knew all it took to break the soldier was a crying child.”

“She's gutted,” He frowned, setting the cupcakes down on a small table decorated with a pink birthday sign, matching plates, and cups.

“Won't be for long,” Ben shrugged.

“Sure you and Mike are okay with this?” Eyeing his sister, Sy smirked adjusting his cap.

“Well, we kind of need to be. It's not like we've a choice.”

“Course you do, if you don't want  the pony, I am sure Checkers and I would get on fine.” laughing, Sy took a good look at the pony who was content to eat the hay he'd been given. The big sparkly pink bow around his neck didn't seem to hinder him any. “He's a good looking boy.”

“I'd like to see you on that pony.” Her laughing intensified, Aimee snorted slapping Sy in the arm.

Her giant of a brother would look insane on the pony, even if Checkers was on the bigger end of being a pony. Hell, the last time she'd seen Sy ride he was maybe twelve, before girls and other interests had taken over his attention. Back then he would have loved to have his own pony. Their parents had allowed Aimee to begin taking lessons, when Sy had tagged along, insisting that he be allowed to ride too. Fearless, the six year old climbed onto the horse assigned to him and didn't bother to look back. For a few years everyone had began to assume that he'd eventually end up in high school rodeo, after that he'd find a woman and settle down on a farm somewhere.

Heh. What a life that would have been. A wife and kids were evidently not in the cards for this Syverson. He loved his nieces and nephews, but the scars his life bore, it would be unfair to condemn a child to a father who was broken and haunted by war. Clouds settling in his mind, Sy cleared his throat bringing himself back to the present matter at hand. Tormenting his sister.

“I happen to be a fine rider.” Winking at Ben; Sy nudged his sister. “I remember being a much better rider than some others that I know.”

“Shut up, I was a good rider.” Defending herself, Aimee stuck her tongue out at him.

“I know you were, but I was better that's all.” grinning from ear to ear, Sy ruffled his sister's hair, checking his watch. Willow was still missing, unlike her. “Should I go find Wispy? Bring her over?”

“Uh, yeah. If you don't mind.” Aimee nodded, checking her watch. The car had been unlocked, there was no obvious reason for her daughter to be held up.

Walking to the parking area, Sy laid his sights on the suv belonging to his sister. The doors were all shut and no sign of Willow. His truck, parked beside it was also vacant. In the back of the suv, Willow's stuff was tossed in. It looked like she had thrown it and ran.

“Wispy?” his heart began to thump when the car was clear. Logically, Sy knew that she couldn't have gone far. The soldier in him told Sy that there was no need to panic. The uncle side tried to take over his wildest imagination. No, sir he was not allowing those thoughts in. Listening for a moment, he took a deep breath steadying his heart and calming the pounding in his veins. “Willow?”

Behind him, he could hear a rustling in the grass. All the dogs were around the back and this was too big to be a barn cat. Following the noise around the corner of the shed, Sy's heartbeat returned to normal finding Willow sitting in the grass. Knees to her chin, her face stained with tears, her jeans dirty, boots covered in dust.

“You coming, birthday girl?”

“Uncle Sy?” Willow sighed, rubbing her hands against her eyes.

“Yeah?”

“My heart hurts. Is this what it's like when you have a broken heart?”

“Wispy, bub.” Sinking down to sit beside her on the grass, Sy felt his chest tighten. Wishing that Aimee had never mentioned the sale.

“I miss him already.”

“I know, but for now he's still here and he wants those carrots that I brought.” Trying his best to encourage his tiny shadow, Sy smiled. “If we go see him now, it means we get to spend more time enjoying Checkers than worrying. We can't predict tomorrow.”

Leaning into her uncle, Willow sighed. “But why did he have to sell? I love him, I don't want him going to a new home and on my birthday.”

“Oh Wispy,” Sy kissed the top of her head. He wanted to tell her, reassure her that Checkers wasn't going anywhere, but he didn't want to ruin the surprise just yet. “Honestly, bub, I don't know what to tell you. What I can tell you is that it won't always hurt.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive. Now, your ma is waiting for us. Some of your friends have stayed, too. There are cupcakes.”

“Really? But I thought we were going to feed Checkers.”

“We are, after. I wasn't supposed to tell you about the cupcakes, but I even made them myself for you. Come on, let's go enjoy the day. It's our birthday! No tears on our birthday.” Standing, Sy held his hand out to Willow.

Grasping her Uncle's hand, she squeaked when he grabbed her and tossed her over his shoulder. Laughing hysterically, Willow flopped around on his back, bracing herself with her elbows as he walked through the yard.

Seeing Sy with Willow over his shoulder, Aimee instructed Ben to grab Checkers and have him ready for his sister. Whatever. Ben crawled through the wooden fence, clipping a pink lead line onto the pony and coaxing him away from he hay. His sister was about to lose her mind. Straightening the bow, Ben smiled fondly at the thought of how happy his little sister would be.

“Happy Birthday, Wispy!” Sy announced setting her down, back to Checkers.

“Is this all mine?” Willow's eyes were wide as she stared up at her uncle.

“Sure is.” Nodding, Sy smiled with pride.

A few of the kids who had stayed were giddy with anticipation. Wishing their friend a happy birthday, waiting for the big moment. Turning to look at her mom, Willow spotted her brother with the pony. More tears in her eyes, she began to loudly sob. Her body shaking, words escaping her. Kneeling down beside his niece, Sy sniffed back his own tears.

“Happy birthday, Willow. He's all yours.”

“M-mine?”

“Yeah sweetheart, Checkers is all yours. If you want him.”

“I do. I really do, I love him so much.” Willow rushed the gate, fumbling to undo the latch. Frustrated she darted under the fence, throwing her arms around the pony's neck, hugging him tightly. “My own pony,” She whispered, causing Ben to smile. Handing his sister the lead line, Ben took a step back allowing his mom to take  photo of the moment.

“Send me a copy, will ya Aims.” Sy wiped his hand across his eyes, putting his sunglasses on to hide the tears.

“You big softie.” Aimee nudged him. “Go on, get in the photo with them.” She urged her brother.

Stepping into the small paddock, unlatching the gate – unlike his niece and nephew there was no way in hell Sy was darting through the fence boards. He stood next to Willow for a moment, stroking the spotted neck of the content pony. Whispering softly to Checkers about what a good sport he'd been.

“I can't believe it.” whispering, Willow looked up at her uncle. “He's all mine.”

“He sure is, bub.” Holding out his arms Sy smiled when Willow rushed into them. Hugging her uncle tightly. Scooping her up, Sy took the lead line from her, holding Checkers beside them while Aimee took some photos. “Happy birthday, Wispy.” Sy smiled kissing her cheek.

“Happy birthday, Uncle Sy. Sorry that I didn't get you a pony.” Willow kissed his cheek, hugging her arms around his neck.

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[cottoncandyjester]

Oh lord Yoshi has activated my inner brat tamer HARD. I want to chain his nasty NEET ass up in the shower with a bunch of vibe eggs tied to his dick and just leave him there to get wet in more ways than one while I clean his room. Since it’s so filthy he’ll likely have passed out by the time I finish and come in to wash him, which is a bonus since he won’t struggle

Let’s mix these two into a small Drabble

This contains: smut, yoshi being bratty

“Y-y-y/n! I-I’ll-Ngh I’ll kill you!” Yoshi sputtered out body shaking and as his long hair and his body was drenched from the shower. The vibrators tied against his throbbing cock loudly buzzed as he struggled against the handcuffs which put his hands behind his back unable to move.

The amount of times he climaxed was staggering and it was coming to a point where he was shooting blanks, cock tip a bright red from the overstimulation as he faintly heard you rummaging around his room.

His room was absolutely a mess, from food wrappers covering his floor to the several pee filled soda bottles scattered about his desk. “Oh my fucking god yoshi..” you hissed out as you gagged at the sight of his sweat stained computer chair that reeked of sweat. You don’t get how you were madly in love with this man, it really didn’t make sense.

By the time you finished cleaning his room the male was like a zombie, swaying side to side close to fainting as his body shook and drool poured from his mouth. You walked into the bathroom eyeing yoshi’s meek shaking form before you turned the water off and kneeled down slowly pushing his hair out of his face

“How you doing?” You purred out and he leaned forward face pressed against your neck “h-hate y-you..” he slurred out with a slight purr as you started to wash him up having little trouble due to how tired he was.

“I love you too stinky boy” you said softly as you hummed while washing his hair now taking out the vibrator remote and putting it up to high feeling him twitch in bliss body shuddering “Ngh, ugh..y-y/n! I-I can’t, fuck t-that hurts!” He hissed out basically crying from how overwhelming this all was. He cummed once again just as you rinsed the soap off him watching him shudder and twitch eyes rolled back tongue sticking out as he finally passed out giving you the opportunity to make sure he’s fully clean without any fuss.

It took about an hour just to make sure he was all clean, you had to put him in some of your clothes that for him since all his clothes were so dirty that it was stiff and crusty. After taking the vibrators off you laid him on his bed that was perfectly neat and made though you would definitely have to get him a new mattress since that one was a mess.

Yoshi slowly woke up finding himself dressed hair tied up in a neat ponytail, the utter feeling of it pissed him off. Yoshi ripped the hair band off letting his hair fall and he ruffled up his hair back to its messy state before looking around his rom, no messy floor or dirty desk. “Y/n, you’re fucking dead when I-” he noticed you were laying next to him sound asleep absolutely tired from your cleaning rampage. Yoshi scoffs lightly before leaning down kissing your cheek before getting up and starting up his games plopping down in his seat realizing that you had basically shampooed it clean. “Smells weird” he mumbled out as he put his headphones on.

He’ll have to revert everything back to its normal smells soon, everything smelled too clean for his taste but for now he figured he’ll let you sleep before he gets his revenge

#yandere imagines #yandere ocs #yandere #yoshi

[tbzhours]

thanks (for the kisses)

hyunjae x you, idol au, fluff, drabble

[summary] you suddenly fall asleep while waiting for hyunjae to finish with practice [words] ~600 [a/n] sometimes hyunjae lives in my mind rent-free 

It hadn’t been long since you arrived at the practice room where Hyunjae and his members were. You peeked into the room, watching through the clear door and noticed how hard they were practicing, You smiled when you saw Hyunjae’s gaze through the mirror. You felt proud as you walked to the seats outside of the room and sat down. You quickly sent him a text that you’re waiting for him then you rested your head on the arm of the seat and watched some random videos before your eyes closed. 

About 30 minutes later, they were finally done and Hyunjae checked his phone, smiling when he saw your message. He packed his things up and announced to the boys, “I’m heading out first.” 

“Okay, see you at the dorm!” Eric shouted from afar while the others were still practicing and some packing and resting. 

Hyunjae seemed rushed when he opened the door, peeking out to look for you. When he landed his eyes on you, his lips bloomed. He walked up to you, slowly and quietly and when he got in front of you, he kneeled down. He gazed at your sleeping face, wondering what you were dreaming of and he covered his laugh with his hand when he thought about how you wanted to marry him during a time when you both were hanging out one night. 

His hand reached up to your forehead, brushing your hair softly before he messed them up swiftly. It woke you up and you groaned at how mean he was. Your phone had fallen onto your lap when he stood up and covered your head with his clean jacket. 

“Hey!” You shouted in annoyance. Hyunjae was laughing when you huffed a sigh. You glared at him and pulled his jacket off your head, your hair still messy. “Is that how you wake people up from their nap?” 

“Yeah,” He chuckled, messing your hair again. You moved away from his hand and fixed it up yourself as he put his hand in his pocket. Instead of replying, you just sat there, avoiding his eyes. Your cheeks were burning up from the nap and he couldn’t help to keep smiling. “Thanks for waiting.” 

“Thanks for making me wait for you.” You faked a smile at him as you complimented back. You pinched your nose and leaned back more so you couldn’t smell his sweat. “And you stink.” 

“Oh really?” Hyunjae leaned close to your face and both of your hands flew at your sides to hold the cushion of the seat. You were a little intimidated from his teasing smirk that you gulped and held in your breath. He sneaked a peck on your lips and got back up. “Come on, a date isn’t going to wait.” 

He walked away but stopped to turn his head back at you. He nodded his head down and back when you could only stare at him. He reached out his hand to you and you groaned as you stood up with your phone in one hand. You walked up to him and slipped your hand into his then you both walked out with your arms swinging together. 

“Say, can’t you wake me up nicely?” 

“Like what? Kiss you until you kiss back in your dream?” 

“Oh, I’m gonna kick your ass!”

#the boyz #the boyz imagines #the boyz scenarios #tbznetwork #deobiwritersnet #hyunjae #tbz #tbz scenarios #tbz imagines #hyunjae imagine #hyunjae scenario #fluff #idol au #drabble #drabbles

[boyduroy]

Dumb bichie fluff drabble under the cut :') not proofread and I wrote it all in the notepad app on my phone so ┐(‘～`;)┌

Synopsis: Bill can't sleep because of his fears of It. Richie can't either, but he's decided he's not going to not sleep by himself.

Warnings: none? Bill calls Richie a smartass so one swearword

Rating: PG

Bill Denbrough stared at the shadows on the ceiling. Since their first encounter with the monster - with It - a few days ago, he had been getting less and less sleep for fear It might invade his dreams. The monster appeared to them at random, and in forms both familiar and frightening. And so once again he lay tucked into his little twin bed, wide awake and wondering when and where the creature might strike again.

He glanced at his closet door, slightly ajar. Was It lurking nearby at this moment? Could It smell his fear, how much he fretted even in the comfort of his own personal space? A lifetime ago he would have laughed over such childish worries, but he had seen the Bogeyman himself and knew what It was capable of.

A shadow passed by the window.

Bill's eyes darted to the curtains. Was it a trick of the light? No, there was definitely something there, something moving on the other side of the glass.

Tap, tap, tap.

He sat up with a jolt. It was here. It had come for him; It took his Georgie and It had come to take him too. Well, Bill decided as he quietly slipped out of his bed, you're not getting me without a fight. With a shiver, he tiptoed to his desk and gently picked up his baseball bat. Weapon at the ready, Bill approached the curtains and cautiously reached a hand to the fabric. He counted to three in his head then flung the curtains open, his baseball bat raised and ready to swing.

"Whoa!" said Richie Tozier from the other side of the glass.

"Ruh-Ruh-Richie?" Bill asked, still holding his bat aloft. "What are y-y-you doing!? I almost b-buh-beaned you!"

Richie smiled his signature impish grin. "You would've had to break through the window first and we both know you're not that good of a shot, slugger." He tapped on the glass again. "Can you let me in? It's windy out here."

Bill set the bat down quietly so as not to disturb his sleeping parents and carefully slid open the window. Richie then fell into his room and landed in a pile with a small "oof!"

"Quiet," Bill hissed. "M-my parents will have a f-f-fit if they hear you!" He closed the window and latched it again as Richie sat up and dusted his clothes off. "What are you even d-d-doing here?"

"What, I can't drop in for a visit with my best pal Bill?" Richie asked.

"N-n-not in the middle of the d-duh-damn night, you weirdo," Bill replied. "Do you have a-a-any idea what time it is?"

Richie gave him an over-the-top shrug. Truthfully Bill didn't know how lateit was either, he'd left his watch on the bathroom counter. It was rhetorical anyway, the kind of thing his dad would ask if he got home after dark.

"Just thought I'd swing by and say hi, I dont see what the big deal is." He sat down on the end of Bill's bed and adjusted his glasses. "Maybe have a sleepover. Y'know, curlers in our hair, paint each other's toes, the whole shebang." Richie mimed brushing his hair. The comment lacked the usual bite behind Richie's smartass replies.

Bill smirked but shook his head. He moved to sit next to the other boy on the bed. "You should probably h-head back home, Richie. Your puh-parents will be worried."

Richie scoffed and flopped onto his back across the narrow bed. "Wentworth and Maggie wouldn't notice if I turned all the family portraits in the house upside down." He stared at the ceiling, a mimicry of Bill just moments ago before the interruption. "Please just let me stay the night, Bill. I'll be gone in the morning. Your parents will never know. I can stay in Georgie's r--"

"No."

Richie sat up immediately and put a hand on his friend's shoulder. "I'm sorry," he whispered in the darkness, and Bill believed him. "I'm sorry, but please don't make me go home. I cant sleep there. I don't want to be alone in case..." Richie trailed off, something uncharacteristic for the usually chatty boy.

"I know," Bill reassured him. "Me too. About b-being alone." He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "A-alright, fine, you can sta--"

Richie didn't even wait for him to finish before jumping up and flinging himself under the covers, a stupid grin on his face.

"Take your sh-shoes off first! Were y-you raised in a barn?!"

He watched as Richie toed his shoes off the edge of the twin bed from underneath the blankets, each one making a dull thud on the hardwood floor of the bedroom. Bill rolled his eyes and lifted a corner of the sheets, kneeing Richie in the back to make room for him.

"M-move over, you don't g-g-get the whole bed," Bill huffed. Richie snickered as Bill settled back into his bed. The two of them filled up the surface of the mattress entirely, their bodies spilling off the edges of the little twin bed.

Richie snuggled into the sheets, inching closer to Bill to keep from falling out of bed. "Thanks, Big Bill, you're my hero," he crooned softly into the shared pillow.

"Don't make it w-weird."

"Oh it's already weird, buddy."

Bill snickered. "You're so strange," he murmured to the back of Richie's head, a few stray hair tickling his cheek. He smelled of summer night air and cheap cigarettes and sweat. Richie hadn't even brought his backpack with him, and the roughness of his street clothes pressed against Bill's body told him the other boy hadn't prepped for bed before biking over to the Denbrough home. He must've been awake for hours, Bill thought. If he hadn't come over, would Richie had stayed up all night, perhaps biking around town and feeding his nasty smoking habit until the sun rose again?

But he hadn't. He sought out Bill, and whether he actualky realized it or not, Bill was relieved for the company. As annoyed as he pretended to be over having to share his tiny bed with the other adolescent, he felt himself relaxing, the presence of another chasing away the bad visions from before

"Goodnight, Richie," Bill said to the darkness.

"Night, Bill," came the mumbled, sleepy reply.

Bill closed his eyes, the lull of sleep finally coming to call for him. "You have to leave by m-m-morning, okay? Before my parents--"

"Nngh," Richie murmured, then nodded gently. "You got it, boss." He sighed deeply, relaxing further into Bill's embrace. Bill, in turn, adjusted his arm around his friend, the barest hint of a pull towards him.

The two of them stayed like that throughout the night, their minds at last unbothered by fears and worries for a few blissful hours.

At least until Bill's mom woke them the next morning, demanding to know who had parked their bike directly behind Mr. Denbrough's car last night.

#it #stephen king's it #drabble #ficlet #bill denbrough #richie tozier #bichie #losers club #the losers club #sorry my characters are like a blend of the book and movie together #but also im not sorry #what should i do now???

[meandmyechoes]

Popsicle

 — a Feral/Ahsoka drabble

Dedicated to @scuttlebuttin and inspired by the unlikely encounter. Part of Shinnichi AU.

*****

It was a sunny day. And fortunately so. Feral enjoyed the predictability. His week on the matsuri installation team had been rewarding, good pay and lovely bento. Through the lingering sweat and the small callus round his knuckles, he's giving back to a home. He couldn't have love this work more, however temporary it is.

He'd just finish hammering the first stall for the morning. Climbing down to sip his fruit tea, something fuzzy brushed pass his ankle.

He held up the white tooka, wincing in bewilderment. Its soft fur was very different from the scaly serpents on Dathomir, like a slice of the silver moon. But the creature returned his stare with malice.

"Kenshi!" A cry startled them both.

Nyaah! The cat's claw was between his eyes before he knew it. A powerful kick from its meaty drumstick followed next. It knocked him right across the forehead and might have tucked at one or two of his horns too hard. He fell on his back and woke up to the best surprise.

"Hello."

He looked up to the moon. Sparks fly from her silver laugh.

The tooka had hopped casually back to the girl's arms. His owner shared the same curious stare, but with clear blue eyes. She stood in a comfortable yukata, blue and white lekku resting casually on the shimmering silk, watching over him in the sun's halo.

"Sorry about my tooka, is that scratch bad?" she said to the boy.

"N…No, I'm fine," Feral realized his lips may be parted a little to far from each other to consider elegance. He rubbed his wound and sat up straight, "His name is Kenshi? He certainly picks fights." He couldn't help but let the shy smile escaped.

"I guess he owes you an apology still," the Togruta replied. Her gaze continued beyond him. She pointed at the spilled cup and grimaced, "We are going to buy you a popsicle for that." She took off wiggling the tooka's paw, "Come on!"

He didn't think people can run so agile in the constricted dress, but her steps were sounds of a wind chime he could only follow.

She led him to the store at street's end. Knight Tano hadn't met the newcomer before, but she'd certainly made it her business to keep an eye on the trouble-making Sith. The young man next to her gasped as he caught up. His navy jinbei looked innocent enough covering most of his physique. She wondered how much hardships his soft features hide.

Feral recognized the dancing cranes. She wore the crest of the Jedi. He was no fool to be captivated by the reds and greens and golds, but it struck him that she was a flurry of white and blue — colors he rarely saw in his motherland. Except when he looked to the stars and thought he'd found a new home.

In front of the store, they stood under petals of goldenrain. She tore the packet open for them and split the twin popsicles. Its sweet chemical melted on Feral's tongue, but he didn't think the heat on his cheeks diminished any.

"What were you doing this early in the Temple park?" She asked casually.

"I do what I know best, build," he breathed, "Not fight." He gestured at the distant stalls, "I want to be part of this town. The Temple was kind enough to offer me a job for now."

Ahsoka mused at his reply, then rattled her popsicle gently. "Here's to your help making tonight a success," she winked, "And to the best part of fruit popsicles." She sank her teeth right into the ice's mid-section.

Feral smiled and raised his own. His grin stayed with him watching her bite fondly into the dessert.

"So I'll see you tonight at the matsuri?" She turned just in time to catch the amazed Zabark's golden pupils.

He quickly redirected his gaze."I don't know, the construction isn't quite all done and all I have is Nii-san's old clothes…" His stammer trailed off to his missing listener, who ran off to chase a wild tooka again.

"Wait! Who's my reckless cat owner?" He couldn't let it slip away.

She turned to wave and shouted from several steps afar, "Ahsoka!" Her sleeves slid down in her earnest farewell, revealing a glance of her olive elbow. And she left him the brightest smile that outshines the sun.

Feral looked down at the dripping popsicle stick, iku yo, it said.

*****

glossary. just in case.

matsuri :festival; kenshi :swordsman; Nii-san :older brother; iku yo :go for it !

#tcw anime au #shinnichi au #crackship fireworks #feral opress #just one #my fics #i'm too embarrassed for this to go into the main tags #note: Maul is nii-SAN but O-nii-SAN in his presence and Savage is nii-CHAN #your daily dose of [me] pretending she knows japanese #YES I AM AWARE IT'S OOC #can you smell the Shakespeare already?? #it isn't even a projection just a mix of anime and cliche tropes i'll fucking die on nostalgic sweet tooth #*He woke up to the best surprise.* how i fucking feel every morning I woke up to scuttle's art i be hugging my pillow and hyperventilating #word count: 746