#{ drabble }

[dragon-ascent]

Imagine Rex Lapis wanting to increase morale during strategy meetings, so he tells his allies and adepti they are each permitted to bring one thing they like to these meetings.

Xianyun brings one of her favorite bubble-blowing contraptions. Ganyu coyly snacks on a whole bouquet of sweet flower petals. Marchosius polishes his favorite cooking pot as he listens. Guizhong cheekily plays her lute during bouts of silence. Xiao caresses a finch while he holds on to his god's every word.

It works; everyone's more relaxed and less on-edge when convening like this.

So anyway, that's how you end up on the Geo Lord's lap while he talks about infrastructure improvements and defensive training.

bonus:

"I don't want to!" you whine indignantly, racing down the streets of Guili Assembly.

"But I must hold you whilst I outline our allyship with the Sumeru gods," protests Rex, chasing after you.

"Your meetings are boring and have nothing to do with me!"

"But I have told everyone they can bring something they like - I cannot be the only one without."

"Go take a fluffy, furry cat or something!"

"But my dear, you are softer and your hair lovelier."

#sini writes #zhongli #zhongli x reader #rex lapis #genshin impact #fluff #drabble

[etfrin]

— ʙʟɪꜱꜱ | ᴅᴏᴘᴘᴇʟɢᴀɴɢᴇʀ! ꜰʀᴀɴᴄɪꜱ

✧— ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: NSFW | cunnilingus, mentions of blood, murder. tongue fucking, monster tongue. hints of overstimulation, art from Pinterest | lmk if I forgot anything

✧— ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: doppelganger Francis makes you open the door...

✧— ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 0.7k

✧— ᴀ/ɴ: please give feedback, it's been over a month since I wrote

「ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ | ɴᴀᴠɪɢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ | ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ」

The doppelganger should have known better than to show up with ‘scarlet milk’ all over his disguise. He had taken care of the D.D.D of this building already. He just needed to convince the pretty girl behind the screen to let him and cause havoc.

He leans in, his face dangerously close to the glass and he smirks. His eyes are dark and a smirk forms on his face. “Just let me in. Does the D.D.D even treat you well? You deserve to be worshiped and I am willing to be on my knees.”

You swallow as you look at him, only a layer of glass separating you and him. There was a familiar ache between your legs from his words. You couldn't remember the last time you had time for yourself, this simple desk job consuming all your time. You tried to remind yourself that this man is a monster.

But if the monster is ready to be a slut… who are you to refuse?

You press the button that gives him access to your office. You glance at the red button, knowing that the moment you're done having fun with him. You'll have to press it.

The milkman, you know his name is Francis, walks in. He doesn't take any time to press you against the desk. The wood digging into your back.

“Pretty human,” he murmurs, his head dipping in between the space of your shoulder. His lips press a soft kiss. You gasp when you feel his sharp teeth on your skin. If he wanted to, he could tear your flesh.

You let out a breath, your heart beating against your chest. You tilt your head to give him more access to your neck. He takes advantage to lick at your salty skin with his long tongue. “Tasty,” he whispered against your ear. For a moment fear freezes you, thinking that he would eat you alive.

Instead, he gets on his knees. The loud thud makes you wince. “I'll treat you better,” he said, “Be a good girl for me.”

You nod before you can even think.

He gets under your skirt, his breath fanning your wet panties. He pressed his lips to the stain of your arousal. His tongue begins to lick you all over your clothed pussy. You put your hands on the desk, your head thrown back as you moan without shame. You feel weak on the knees. The monster has you caged even though it is your thighs around his head.

He continues to press small kisses all over, and the tip of his tongue puts pressure on your sensitive clit, making you cry out. The wet, rough texture of your panties felt so good against your bud. Then he finally decides that it's enough teasing.

He uses his fingers to pull your underwear out of the way. He chuckled when he saw your wet pussy clenching around nothing. You feel yourself getting hotter.

He eats you out without a care. His strokes are short and impatient. You begin to move your hips, grinding your cunt on his tongue. He groans. His hands are on your thighs and his grip on your flesh tightens. He raises his hands until he's cupping the cheeks of your ass. He kneads the soft flesh as he begins to use his tongue to flick at your clit until it's swollen.

Only when he's satisfied, he kisses the bud and begins to fuck his tongue into your walls. It was no easy feat, but you were so wet and it felt like his tongue was longer than normal humans. He chokes on you, his tongue making out with your tight walls. You cry out from the pleasure, knowing that you'll never feel something like this ever again.

Your eyes roll back, your pussy walls flexing on his tongue. You were so close and you knew you surely were suffocating him with the way you pressed your thighs against his head.

“Please- please-” you begin to plead, your body begging to be released. You would begin to cry if the monster denied you this. His tongue reached deeper inside of your walls than any cock did. He pressed his tongue to a soft, sensitive spot and you got dizzy from the jolts of pleasure. You see white in your vision as you begin to cum. You would have lost your balance if it weren't for him.

He milks your essence on his tongue. He makes sure there's not a single drop left when he stops. You had tears in your eyes as you looked down at him. His lips glisten with your juices. He smirked.

“Let me kill those worthless humans. There's more to that where it came from.”

#character x reader #x you #x female reader #x reader #fem reader #smut #scenario #oneshot #drabble #francis mosses smut #francis mosses #francis mosses x reader #tnmn milkman #milkman smut #milkman x reader #milkman #monster #monster fucker #thats not my neighbor #tnmn #x fem!reader #fem!reader

[multi-fandom-imagine]

so I was going over your overlord husk posts and found the one where he's paired up with a nanny reader. and I thought, oh, what about a Lucifer x nanny reader?

like instead of Lilith leaving when Charlie was older, she left when she was a small child? and Lucifer being too busy with royal duties, hires a nanny to look after Charlie?

A/n: 👀👀, I feel like Lucifer would fall in love sooo fast the moment he see's how close you and Charlie are.

With Lilith leaving, Lucifer did his best to take care of Charlie but of course nothing ever came easy. It got to hard, to overwhelming and that is why he hired you.

He didn't think much of you, the man barely spoke with you since he was so busy with work but when he did have the time to meet with you he was surprised by how kind you were and as long as Charlie was happy than he was happy too.

Anything for his little princess.

He was working late one night when he heard the laughter of his daughter. His curiosity couldn't help but take hold of him a he left his office, following the sound of the laughter the man stopped in his tracks as once he spotted you.

His heart racing in his chest spotting you playing with Charlie, the little girl clinging tightly to you as you spun her around the room. Tilting his head to the side a soft smile formed on his lips though his eyes then went wide as he placed his hand to his chest as he stepped away. "Oh know....oh know."

Lucifer ran his fingers through his hair as he quickly rushed away from the scene. This couldn't be happening.

"What is wrong with me?!" Lucifer ran his hand down his face but yet he could not get the images out of his head and how you were with his daughter. He couldn't help but think how good of a mother you would be.

Biting his lip, he then took a deep breath as he straightened his form. A nice family day sounds nice, yes it will be perfect.

A nice day, out. Just you him and Charlie, a perfect family....he just has to ask you out first.

#drabbles #drabble #lucifer #lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin lucifer #lucifer magne #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer magne x reader #lucifer x reader #lucifer x you #lucifer x y/n #lucifer hazbin hotel #lucifer hazbin x reader #lucifer hazbin #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel x y/n #hazbin x reader #hazbin x you #hazbin x y/n

[poohbea]

After a long day, Sukuna finds you on the bed reading, in nothing but your panties on. Whether you intend to be or not, you’re a fucking temptation, the walking drug to his never ending addiction.

Your laughter sounds when he lays kisses upon your face, your lips — soft and sweet — your neck, lower, lower, till he finds solace between your thighs. His breath is steady, hot against your clothed cunt.

“My perfect girl.” He exhales, tongue laving a pressured strip over the cotton, spit soaking though it just as your arousal does the longer he teases you. With your hips unable to keep still, and those thighs of yours threatening to close, he takes it as his cue to tear the troublesome barrier right through the middle. You gasp at the sound of ripping fabric, book now long forgotten in the ruffled bedsheets at your side. “Mine.” His growl is low, but given the silence blanketing the room it’s audible enough for you to let out a whine-filled sigh, one that carries your pleas, your desire, your longing. All of it in one simple breath.

When his lips finally envelop your aching clit the scene that unfolds is much like the picture you'd sent him earlier in the day. Your back arched prettily as his tongue dips between your folds and past your entrance. Your taste flooding his senses almost entirely, and he'd have it no other way. Your head lolls back, mouth agape in a broken moan and he draws you closer — impossibly so — holding your thighs apart, pinning them to your chest while he devours you as if he'd been starving himself for weeks.

“That's right, princess. Fuck my tongue, let me hear how good you feel.” The glow of his eyes illuminates the softness of your skin — already moulded perfectly in his hands — a tell tale sign of exactly what it is you do to him. You drive him mad. Always leading him here, on his knees, ready to witness the syllables of his name falling from your lips.

“Kuna!” You moan, hands cupping your tits as you fail to squirm in his grasp. “Kuna!” There it is again, breathier, more high pitched. It precedes the gradual tightening of your walls, his fingers replacing his tongue, pads of the index and middle finding that perfect spot that has your own digits carding through his hair. “Sukuna!” There it is. That scream of ecstasy. The pulsing of your cunt around his fingers. A drug that overtakes him entirely.

He's rooted to that place between your thighs, tongue lapping at your clit as you come down in an array of staggered breaths. “Good girl. Good. Fucking. Girl.” He groans, contently driving you into overstimulation, ensuring that you continue to look like that picture. Or perhaps, he'll make you cum over and over and over again till you've got no choice but to stay like that for the remainder of his time with your perfect cunt.

#⊹ ⋆ﾟ꒰ఎ pooh’s world ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹ #enjoy my stale crumbs #sukuna ryomen #ryomen sukuna #sukuna #jjk sukuna #jujutsu sukuna #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen #drabble #x reader #smut #one shot #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #sukuna x y/n #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #x female reader #x fem!reader #x female y/n

[yeokii]

BSF TEXTS — PARK SUNGHOON

synopsis . just down bad bsf texts of hoon┆(bookshelf)

성훈 :: bsf! sunghoon x gnr . . . O.O K — fluff and crack ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤwarnings 📟 drugs, kms jokes, suggestive (?)

most of these r inspired by pinterest so um 🙏

tags . @flwoie @zuyairus @bubblytaetae @yenqa @haknom @redm4ri @hanniluvi @haechansbbg @taejaysreads @shinunoga-iie-wa @teddywonss @naespas @isoobie

#enhypen imagines #kfilms #k labels #kflixnet #sunghoon #enhypen #sunghoon imagines #sunghoon x reader #park sunghoon #enhypen x reader #imagines #kpop imagines #sunghoon angst #enhypen angst #angst #fluff #enhypen fluff #sunghoon fluff #park sunghoon x reader #enhypen soft hours #sunghoon soft hours #drabble #kpop fluff #sunghoon social media au #sunghoon smau #sunghoon headcanons #sunghoon enhypen #enhypen sunghoon #sunghoon reactions #sunghoon fic

[honkaimethrail]

Aventurine is the type of person who would absolutely melt if you do simple domestic acts of affection to him. Tuck his hair back casually when he's focused on something. If you accidentally took extra moisturizer cream, use the extra to gently apply it on his hands. Dry his hair off with a hairdryer/towel after you both get out of your bath. He'll be much more comfortable with grandidose acts of affection, but something as intimate as these makes his breath hitch in his throat, and his heart all warm with love and gratitude for you.

#aventurine fluff #aventurine x reader #im so soft for aventurine btw #hsr aventurine x reader #hsr aventurine #drabble

[safetypinxtales]

Bored, and sad, and lonely, and can't stop thinking about azriel being absolutely smitten by you

like head over heels in love

... sooo here's a drabble 🤍

Azriel couldn’t help it.

The way his heart rate picked up whenever he could sense your presence in a room.

The warmth that spread in his stomach whenever someone mentioned your name.

The way his cheeks heated in time with every beautiful laugh that spilled from your pouty lips. 

He couldn’t help the tingles that haunted his skin from every touch, every graze of your skin on his – no matter how slight. 

He simply couldn’t help it. So it wasn’t his fault he fell for you as hard as he did. Not when you had elicited such feelings from him, ever since the first moment he saw you. 

He knew he was a lost cause with that first smile. He had never seen eyes so bright before. So full of spirit and soul. Just gazing into them felt like taking a sip out of the pool of life. 

Being observed by them, an honour like no other. 

He had never before witnessed such beauty. 

Then you had opened your mouth, and sung the song of sirens. 

Your voice fell onto his ears like heavenly music. The words you spoke, a most divine composition.

It wasn’t his fault you had captured his heart and soul so effortlessly.

He couldn’t help falling in love with you, and everything that you are. 

tags: @missus-shadowsinger @azrielshadows1nger @anuttellaa @tele86 @aria-chikage

#azriel #acotar #azriel x reader #a court of thorns and roses #azriel acotar #azriel shadowsinger #azriel x you #fluff #azriel fluff #drabble

[steddieas-shegoes]

is that tax fraud?

for @corrodedcoffinfest warm-up round prompt ‘taxes’

rated t | 671 words | cw: language | tags: they’re just so stupid, and I love them, look Steve is here!

🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸

“What the hell do you mean you’ve never filed taxes?” Jeff asked Gareth as they sat around trying to write a song.

Keyword: trying.

Now it looked like they were gonna be figuring out how to keep Gareth out of fucking prison for tax fraud.

“I thought our band accountant handled it!” Gareth exclaimed.

“We don’t have a band accountant! The label just handles our money!” Jeff exclaimed back.

“Okay, let’s calm down.” Eddie, the voice of reason at this moment, held his hands up towards them. “Technically, Gareth only turned 18 two years ago. That’s only two years of back taxes. And if he’s honest, it’ll be fine! He probably didn’t even make enough the first year for them to care.”

“Well, I did get an inheritance from my grandpa who died,” Gareth said unhelpfully. “Does that count as income?”

Everyone stared at him in shock.

“This is a joke,” Freak said from his spot on the couch. “Has to be.”

“Oh my god, our drummer is actively committing tax fraud,” Jeff put his head in his hands.

“Guys, it’s fine! I’ll just file it all this year,” Gareth assured them.

“We should call someone. Right? Someone should be told about this,” Eddie started pacing the floor, wearing a trail into the shag carpet.

Who even put shag carpet in here? Shag was terrible.

The door swung open and Steve walked in holding three large pizzas and a grocery bag full of sodas.

“They didn’t have any Mountain Dew, but that’s probably for the best. You guys have a conference call in an hour so eat up,” he said as he started setting everything on the coffee table. He looked around when he realized it was way too quiet. “Everything okay?”

“Stevie. I fear our drummer may be going to prison.”

Steve paled. “What? Why?”

“He forgot to tell the government he has money. For two years.”

“He what?” Steve looked at Gareth to explain.

“I didn’t know I was supposed to file my own taxes! I thought we had a guy!”

Steve looked between all of them. He looked at Gareth.

“You do have a guy. The label provides a guy. I think his name is Sam? Maybe Shane.” Steve shook his head. “Either way. You have a tax guy. He filed for all of you last year.”

You could hear a pin drop in the silence.

“What do you mean? We all filed for ourselves last year. Except Gareth, apparently,” Jeff was frowning at the floor.

“Uh, well, you may have given double the money, then,” Steve laughed, though this wasn’t exactly funny.

“So let me get this straight: the label provided a guy to do our taxes without telling us. We all file our own taxes after this guy already did. No one caught it. Gareth’s the only one who hasn’t double paid into the fucking government?” Eddie asked, face red with shame or anger, it was hard to say which.

“Yeah, appears so.”

“Fuck you guys. Had me worried I was going to prison and I’m the only one who’s done shit right!” Gareth laughed. He reached for a slice of pizza and sat back in his chair, smug smile on his face. “Feels good to have my taxes paid.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Freak rolled his eyes. “So how do we get money back if we double filed?”

“Not sure we can,” Jeff sighed. “Probably isn’t worth figuring it out anyway. It’s not like we were rolling in for last year’s taxes.”

“But this year…” Eddie started.

They all looked at each other and nodded.

Yeah. This year would be different. They’d skyrocketed after the release of their first album and their first tour. Money was���pretty fucking great.

“So…pizza?” Steve asked.

They all nodded and started grabbing for their food.

“If you guys want, I’m sure Nancy can try to find a way to get money back. She’s good at that stuff,” Steve suggested.

“Nah, she’d call us idiots.”

“Well, if the shoe fits.”

“Hey!”

#corroded coffin #eddie munson #gareth emerson #jeff #freak #steve harrington #corrodedcoffinfest #drabble

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Study Buddy 2

Warnings: this series will include dark elements which may include bullying, noncon or dubcon, or violent behaviour. Mind the warnings.

Summary: a group project leads to a tense partnership.

Character: Walter Marshall

Big thanks to those who read! Feedback always helps inspire and you know I’m always happy to chat about possibilities! Please reblog and comment ❤️

You breeze through the book to your own surprise. Between your other classes and your part-time gig down at the shop, you make quick work of it. You sit to transcribe the notes you made by hand into the doc as your phone buzzes.

‘Should start writing. I can meet tomorrow.’

The message is as blunt as anything else he’s said to you. Your brief first meeting with Walter still sticks in your head. You look back to the document and see another cursor in the doc. Your words are backspaced and reworded before you. You sigh. It’s going to be one of those projects.

‘Sure. I work til 2. Library?’

You put your phone down again and ignore the edits as you continue to input your notes. You don’t know why you’re doing any of it. He seems intent on doing it all himself.

Buzz. You flip your cell and cup your chin as you read the screen. ‘Can’t make it there. Daughter’s sick. Meet me here.’

Here? As in his home? That’s a lot.

You don't get it. He suggested tomorrow then just as quickly pulls the rug out. It's like every answer you have is wrong.

‘Don't work day after.’

‘Tomorrow after 2 is fine. I'll send address.’

That's it. Even via text, you hear his unbending tone. How can you argue with that punctuation?

You just type OK and leave it be. Maybe you'll get murdered. It would at least be the end of your problems. Of all the group work you’ve ever done, he’s the least compromising person you’ve ever encountered. Usually you’d be happy to let someone else take the lead but something about his demeanour just comes off condescending.

Or maybe that’s your insecurity talking.

You continue your notes in the doc. You notice the other cursor, highlighted green, moving around the page. You try to ignore the changes in real-time being made to your own thoughts. This isn’t going to be easy. At least you’ll be able to say you earned your grade.

💻

It seems a bit reckless to be walking up to stranger’s house. In fact, after reading a thriller about murder, it rings in your head as a very unwise decision. That being said, you have to get this assignment done. It might not be worth your life but what choice do you have?

You compare the house number with the address in your phone. That’s the one. One-half of a faded old duplex. You stride up the narrow walk beside the bushes and climb up the concrete steps. You knock and wait.

You’re exhausted already. You don’t know if you’re ready for this. Work was no fun. It never is. Sorting packages is no glorious deed but it pays.

You wait and go to knock again. The door opens before your knuckles can meet the wood and you nearly rap against the chest of the man behind it. You give a sheepish cringe and rescind your hand.

“Uh, hi,” you utter awkwardly.

“Mm, hey,” Walter responds, “come on.”

He checks his watch as he backs up. It’s almost three. The buses were clogged down in the city’s core and you missed your connection to his neighbourhood. He probably wouldn’t care that you walked two blocks just to make up for the change in commute.

You step inside as he stands against the door. It’s a tight squeeze. You can smell the woodsy hint of his cologne as you brush by him. You stay on the mat and lift your foot to untie your boot with one hand. You waver as he sidles by you and switch feet. You leave the worn treads by the door.

He looks to his left and you see the hooks mounted on the wall, jackets already hung there. You take the hint and put yours with them. You swipe your bag back up and follow him down the entryway and through the second door on your left.

The kitchen is lit with an amber hue, the glass shade of the ceiling light lending a soft tint to the space. He points you to the round table across from the apron of the counter and you claim a chair quietly. You peer around curiously as he marches to the counter.

He doesn’t say a word as he fills a navy blue mug. You bop your foot under the table. You feel like you’re disturbing him but this was his idea.

“Coffee?” He asks. At least he’s kind enough to ask.

“Um, no, thanks,” you wilt out, “I’m all good.”

You reach to your bag to distract yourself. You open up your laptop as you put it on the table. He sits heavily to your right, his cup clunking down onto the wood. He drags over the notebook with loose leaves tucked between the pages.

“You mind typing?” He asks, “I’m no good with the small keys.”

“Sure, uh, let me just open up the notes...” you swirl your fingers around the touchpad as he exhales. Each breath sounds exasperated.

“You’re not one of those,” he wonders, “no coffee? What, you don’t like caffeine?”

“Um, well, I have one coffee in the morning but I don’t drink it after noon or my head hurts.”

“Mmm,” he hums flatly, “too bad.”

He lifts his cup and gulps again, elbows on the table as he hovers the mug between his hands. He seems like that type. No sleep, only coffee. It might explain his general demeanour.

“So, I’ll just make a second doc where we can put our draft,” you explain to another one of his rocky grumbles.

You hear something hoarser from down the hall. Coughing followed by horrid hacking. Then a moan as a door opens.

“Dad,” the thin voice wafts down ahead of the girl. She’s maybe fifteen, a blanket around her shoulders, as her reddened nose offers the only colour in her drawn face, “I need more cough syrup.”

“Faye,” he stands, his cup hitting the table just as harshly as before. “Go back to bed.”

“My head hurts,” she whimpers.

He stalks over to meet her by the fridge, “I know, sweetheart,” his softened tone surprises you, “go lay down and I’ll bring you some tea.” He opens the fridge and takes out a dark brown bottle, “here.” He hands her the syrup and she sniffles. He pats her arm gently, “don’t get me sick, kid.”

Her glazes eyes flit towards you as you sit with your hands over the keyboard. You look away meekly, caught.

“Who’s that, dad?” She asks.

“Schoolwork,” he gives the terse answer, “group project.”

“Oh,” she lets out the single syllable before she devolves back into a coughing fit.

“Lay down,” he demands.

As she retreats, he turns back and crosses to the counter. He flicks on the kettle and faces you, glaring over at you.

“Just a minute,” he says.

“Take your time,” you return gently, “she’s in rough shape.”

“Mm,” he rumbles, “I’m sure she doesn’t mind the time off school.”

#walter marshall #dark walter marshall #dark!walter marshall #walter marshall x reader #night hunter #study buddy #au #series #drabble

[arieslost]

maybe oscar x sick reader, just a nice little fluff drabble

hope you feel better soon ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

oscar x sick reader my beloved. thank you for the well wishes lovey 🫶🏼

no bc i can see him being sooo attentive. like he will do things for you before you even think to ask. need a tissue? he’s already gotten you a box. a cool washcloth? it’s already on your forehead. want some toast? it’s on a plate and he will literally feed it to you so you don’t even have to lift a finger.

you’ll constantly admonish him because you don’t want him to get sick too, but he won’t listen to you. he would try to do EVERYTHING for you, including helping you change and shower and everything in between. and you’re like omg oscar please!!! you’ll get sick!!! he does not care. eventually he’ll agree to sleep on the couch (even though you offered to do that but he insisted you take the bed), but the man will set up a baby monitor or something incase you need something during the night.

consider: you wake up with a coughing fit and you immediately hear his footsteps as he comes running down the hall.

“don’t come over here,” you threaten weakly before another bought of coughs take over.

he, of course, doesn’t listen. he already has a glass of water in hand, and he helps you drink it, cooing and kissing your forehead all the while.

“i’ve got you, honey,” he says over and over, and there’s not a part of you that doesn’t believe him.

#aries answers #anon <3 #oscar piastri x reader #op81 x reader #formula one x reader #f1 x reader #drabble

[m1lkteaboi]

Warm orange rays crawled across the living room floor as the sun settled into the horizon. The tv was on playing some highlights of a recent football match. Max enjoyed the moment, the smell of food cooking wafting within the appartment.

Warm orange rays crawled across the living room floor as the sun settled into the horizon. The tv was on playing some highlights of a recent football match. Max enjoyed the moment, the smell of food cooking wafting within the appartment. The comforting weight of Charles, his lover, laying across his stomach. Two wine glasses glinted in the light on the coffee table, contrasting with the deep sangria colored wine it held.

Charles breathy laugh caught his attention, no doubt Lando texting an unhinged meme. Breathing deeply Max relaxed more against the couch, placing his calloused hand against the soft stomach of Charles hoodie. Charles paused his texting to place a quick kiss against Max's chest, impish mischief shinning in his green eyes.

Sometimes Max wished he could be in the moment forever, just the two of them in their own little world. Together.

#drabble #little story #f1 #f1 fanart #formula 1 #fanart #fan art #my art #f1 love #max verstappen #charles leclerc #lestappen #mv1 #cl16 #cute art

[dhampling]

sun astarion x reader drabble

Granted, only for a few hours; until morning at most - but there’s a genuine relief when your compatriots want to scatter across the town and leave you be. 

All except for him. 

-

wc: 600+

Blistering.

Eyes closed, toes outstretched - free from the confines of all leather and the tough of a sole long-battered - heels heavy in the fresh grass, the new soil. 

There’s a moment where all the air carries is far-off laughter and the smell of woodsmoke. 

You can’t say you’ve ever spent much time in Rivington - if any, at all. It’s charming in some lice-ridden rickety fashion, akin to other small towns you’ve travelled through in your time; and in prime position under the sun it simply bakes. Smoulders. Dirt paths trodden with clouds of pale puff, shoes laced with thick dry creases of dust. Warm ash on the waning breeze. 

The birds chirp in a dot-smatter overhead. Sky blue and vast and baking in the swell of the midday heat.

And it’s here you decide you’ll stay.

Granted, only for a few hours; until morning at most - but there’s a genuine relief when your compatriots want to scatter across the town and leave you be. 

All except for him. 

His first few tenday spells of day in two hundred years and he understandably basks in it. Pallid, occasionally wounded by the tender curse of long sun-reddened flesh for some small while before the skin heals over and his whinging stops. Forearm over forehead, eyes half-squinting; the gentle cant of his head toward yours on the lolling hill.

Astarion is quiet. It’s understandable. In a few long nights once reaching the Gate, he may have to relinquish his freedom once more. Give himself to the shadows, to the endless night; some awful routine of the moon rising as the stars sparkle overhead and the memory of every ounce of self-control leaving his corpse for the hunt. 

Granted, his centuries of plight will no longer be a problem. You’ll die if it ensures he’s free. Unspoken but he’s safe in the knowledge you won’t leave him behind. You won’t forget his struggle. You hold every ounce of his deliverance in safe hands and you’ve proven yourself time and time again to be in his corner.

“I’ll come with you, you know.”

A soft whispering into the sun; and you feel him shift to turn his head fully to you, still squinting; heat radiating from softened cheeks and lashes fluttering at the high of his cheek.

“Hm?”

“If you want me to. Whatever happens next.”

He offers some noncommittal hum and blinks slowly, wriggling a little to lay on his side with arms outstretched toward you.

“Come to me, lover. Please.”

You shuffle closer and rest a head on the hot skin of his inner arm, lips dipping to kiss your head.

“I mean it, Astarion.”

“I know. I do.”

A sleep-heavy sigh of contentment as he holds you still.  

“A house. Here. Thoughts?”

You wrinkle your nose.

“Why?”

“Why not?”

“I can’t see you settling here.”

“I could definitely settle here, if I wanted to. Little house. Little... pets.” 

His fingers flutter on the peachy low of your cheek. You groan.

“You’ve got a lot of life to live. Rivington shouldn’t factor into that, love.”

“Oh, I know. I’m familiar. However, it has a certain charm by day that I’d never seen before now. Cobble all… warm, underfoot. It’s nice.”

You grin.

“You’re the pet. A fat housecat.”

“I’m not fat.”

“No, but if you keep feeding on me the way you are doing, then that will change.”

He taps you playfully then pauses, before softly nuzzling his face deeper into the warmth of your hair. 

“That or the wine, I suppose. I’m a creature of comfort.”

“You’re a creature. Full stop.”

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[multi-fandom-imagine]

Husk's s/o magically gaining cat ears and a tail? Husk reaction to his s/o's new, but adorable, appendages, please?

A/n: Lowkey feel like it would be a turn on for him.

Tugging the hat further down on your head, you didn't understand how this had happened. Maybe you pissed off the wrong demon...or perhaps you drank something that you weren't supposed to.

"Hey beautiful...I was lookin everywhere for you...why you wearing a hat?"

Turning to face Husk, your eyes went wide as you swallowed thickly. "Hey handsome...what are you talking about? I'm not wearing a hat."

"You don't." Husk paused then frowned as he spotted something behind your back. "What are you hidin?"

"Im not!" You let out a shriek as Husk grabbed hold of your tail that you now had.

Husk's eyes went wide though a large grin then formed on his face as he gave your tail another tug, warmth creeping up your neck. "How the fuck did this happen? Is this what you're hiddin?".

"S-stop touching the...mine tail." Biting your inner cheek you fell into Husk's arms.

"Now come on darlin....you take know issue with touching my tail and ears...speaking on ears." His eyes narrowed for a moment as he tugged off your hat, cat ears twitching.

"Husk." You let out a whine as he started to rub your ears gently.

Chuckling softly, he then nuzzled his face into your neck biting it softly. "Sexy little thing you are." He whispered. "Though lookin at you right now, I gotta tell ya how bad I want you." He muttered.

Rolling your eyes, you puffed out your cheeks as you tugged at his tail. "You're really asking for sex when I look like this."

"Beautiful, I will always want to fuck you....I just wanna have a little fun with these cute little ears and tail of yours." Husk stated as he caressed your tail.

Shifting your body, you peered up at him then you nodded your head as you smiled up at him. "I suppose we can do that."

Scooping you up in his arms, a laugh escaped your lips as he held you close. Ears twitching, you smiled as your tail caressed his leg as you two made your way to the bedroom.

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[nyoomfruits]

ellie!!!!! bodyguard au and first kiss for either lestappen or landoscar, whatever you like best please 👉🏻👈🏻

14. bodyguard au + 41. first kiss

Lando, Oscar’s decided, must be the most useless bodyguard in all of existence. He’s loud, jittery, all over the place. ‘Bouncy,’ his sister had said, when they were first introduced. Oscar’s pretty sure he’s never seen Lando sit in a chair normally. But his mum had hired him, and she’s the queen so she probably like, knows what she’s doing.

Plus, if anything, Lando’s fun. Oscar’s previous bodyguard had been a bit of a stone wall, never really talked to him, just stood there, like a creepy bulky shadow following him around. Lando, at least, is willing to join in on the fun, sprawling himself over the couch in the VIP section of the club Oscar’s friends have dragged him to, in deep conversation with Daniel.

The only indication he’s still working is how he politely declines all shots offered to him, doesn’t get a proper drink, sticks to his diet coke.

And Oscar’s kind of happy to just watch him, the way he seems to be in constant motion, the sparkle of his eye as he talks, the way his body moves. It’s captivating, what can he say.

So captivating he doesn’t notice the commotion near the entrance rope to the VIP area. Doesn’t notice the angry looking gentleman stomping towards them. Doesn’t notice the arm raised, knife ready, until it’s already too late.

But Lando. Lando noticed. And he’s there, in a flash, fist connecting with the guys face in a sickening crack. The guy staggers backwards and club security catches up to them, grabbing the guy by the arms, dragging him away without another word.

Lando watches him go for a second before turning back to Oscar. His jaw is tight, and there’s a fire in his eyes Oscar’s never seen before. “You okay?” He asks, and there’s. There’s a tone in his voice. A dangerous one.

Oscar swallows. “Yeah,” he says. “Yeah, I. Thank you.”

Lando smiles. “Any time,” he says, and Oscar knows he means it.

“Shit,” Oscar says, when the motion of Lando flexing his right hand a little uncomfortably catches his attention. “Are you okay? Fuck, that must’ve hurt.”

“Oh,” Lando says, holds his hand up like he kind of forgot about it. “Oh, yeah. Quite the punch, wasn’t it? I think I caught him under his jaw, the bone there that’s like-“ He gestures at his own jaw. Generally, Oscar could do without reminders of Lando’s outrageous jaw, but it’s whatever.

 “What’s that called?” Lando asks, frowns in thought. “Is it just jaw bone?”

“Mandible,” Oscar says, almost on autopilot. “It’s the largest bone in the human skull.”

“Hm, could put a larger bone in your skull, if you know what I mean,” Lando says, a little absentmindedly as he studies his knuckles. When Oscar coughs, choking on absolutely nothing, his eyes widen, like he only just realized what he’s said. “Shit, that’s not. Fucking hell. Shouldn’t have said that. My apologies, your Majesty. Your Royal Highness? Your Grace. My Lord.”

Oscar can’t help the smile that tugs at his lips. So Lando’s okay, then. Himself again. “I told you to call me Oscar.”

“Right. Your Royal Oscar, my apologies,” Lando says, and the twinkle in his eyes says he’s doing it on purpose, at least a little bit. God, it would be so much easier if Oscar wasn’t so ridiculously fond of him.

“Well, come on, my knight in shining armor, I think it’s time to call it a night,” Oscar says, waving at his friends and heading towards the entrance.

Lando salutes, and then follows. Always follows. Oscar wonders sometimes, if Lando knows that Oscar would follow him anywhere, too.

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(And if the night ends with Lando, pressed up agains the door of Oscar's royal quarters, his mouth on Oscar's, well. That's nobody's business but their own.)

#can u tell i forgot about the first kiss part because i DID 😭 #but this was too fun not to post so. here u go #drabble #landoscar #mctwinks

[soft3spresso]

Law the muse

fluff drabble + gn reader

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Law was a workaholic, you knew this better than anyone. Since the dawn of time you had tried relentlessly to change his habits, worrying about his wellbeing and craving his presence and attention. Regardless, your good intentions had gotten you nowhere, so this is how now you find yourself tucked away at your special corner in Law’s office. A comfy sofa and a nightstand with a beautiful lamp and cozy pillows the doctor had put together for you to be alone together with him.

Suddenly, he has become very aware how you had been sketching away in your notebook for a while now, every now and then catching your gaze on his form and sometimes, when he disappeared from your field for vision, your pencil would stop and wait for him to position himself back on his desk. Curiosity gnaws at him as he sees you completely fixated on your work

“What are you doing?” his voice breaks your focus and makes your eyes jump and stare directly at his direction

“What do you mean?” Your attention diverts coming back to your task at hand, brows furrowed in complete concentration, an antic of yours the Captain always noted to be quite endearing

“You have been squiggling for quite a while now” his remark makes you hold the sketchbook closer to you, a strong pink blush sitting on your cheeks makes Law even more curious

Before you can even explain yourself, your dear sketchbook disappears from your lap in a swift move from Trafalgar’s hand, now appearing on his desk

“HEY!” In a hurry you scream and get up storming to his place saying something about privacy and betrayal, Law doesn’t register any of the things you’re saying as his eyes land on a beautiful drawing of him working at his desk

He is quite surprised by how well you had captured his essence and the noticeable knowledge of anatomy and lighting on the piece. Even though it was just pencil and paper, he couldn’t help but find it quite homely, your feeling of the scene bleeding through the work

He can’t help the sweet smile that forms on his lips, a strange warm feeling forming at the center of his being. He feels flattered and quite proud, his ego boosted by the way you perceive him and the cute little hearts you added at the side of the drawing

“Give it back you thief!” Was the last thing he heard before you snatched the sketchbook out of his grasp

“It’s amazing” Law stares at you with a softness you rarely got to see on him, one only reserved behind closed doors

Holding your sketchbook to your chest covering the drawing, you mumble a shy “Thanks”

“Didn’t know I was your muse” he teases after seeing your obvious fluster

Your face went from pink to red in an instant making Law laugh before he tries to take the sketchbook from your tight hold. You allowed him to set it on the desk again, defeated

“You’re really good, don’t know why you’re hiding this for me”

You look at your drawing and then finally meet his gaze “I just never had such a handsome model” you say trying to turn the dynamic around but failing, feeling even more fluster after a smirk plasters on his face

“Can I have it?”

“It’s not finished”

“It’s perfect just as it is” his words makes your heart flip, Law being the first person to ever acknowledge your talent, you nod sheepishly before his arms wrap around you, his head looking up at your flushed face

“Quite the talented artist I have here”

The next morning as you enter Laws office, coffee mug in hand, you can’t help but feel so loved after seeing your drawing framed on his desk

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[synthetickitsune]

Heyy I heard you're doing requests and was wondering if you could write one on svt mingyu.

Where he takes you for a night drive around tokyo on a hot summers night, window down and chill music. The atmosphere makes him look ethereal, and when he looks over at you to ask you if you're okay, you begin to realise you're falling for your best friend.

Mingyu (SVT) | Night Drive fluff | 0.8k | gn!reader

The engine purrs, a low hum there as the background noise of the music playing from the speakers. You keep your eyes on the road, your hand hanging out of the rolled down window, wind swishing past you. It’s a warm night, so you keep your hoodie thrown in the back. You tap the door to the slow rhythm of the music, nodding your head. Your eyes feel a little heavy, but you refuse to fall asleep. You’re not even tired. It just feels so safe, too safe.

You focus your eyes on the road, try to, but it remains a little blurry. The street lights lining it glow a comfortable yellow color that makes you think of when you longed to explore the streets when you were too young to wander alone. You smile thinking of how happy your younger self would be if they knew that in a couple years a trip of a lifetime is waiting for them. You stifle a yawn.

“Tired? We can go back to the hotel,” Mingyu asks, transferring one hand from the steering wheel to your thigh, rubbing it up and down in a reassuring gesture.

You shake your head. “Not tired, just happy.”

He doesn’t believe you, you can tell he doesn’t from the way he laughs - lowly, in the back of his throat, but you don’t bicker with him. You’re lazy to even speak.

The road keeps passing. The wind keeps caressing and pushing against your hand. The lights still shine. It’s making you sleepy. You watch the lines on the road stretching into infinity while getting devoured by the shadows of the car. You wish the night could stretch forever too. You wish you didn’t have to be afraid of falling asleep, of losing the precious time.

You turn your head a little to watch Mingyu as he drives. You hope it’s gonna help clear your head, but he’s a little blurry at the edges too. He looks good, though, you decide, with the particular lighting hitting his skin. Like a fever dream, like if you reached out, he’d disappear. You watch his muscles flex as he turns the steering wheel, watch him reach for the cold can in the cup holder and take a drink. You watch him swallow, fascinated by the tiny movements of the muscles in his neck. Then a drop of condensation runs down the can, over his fingers and down his neck. You let it hypnotize you, your eyes following its trail.

Suddenly your throat is dry and you swallow, the sound too loud in the mostly quiet car. You want to drink the drop sliding down his body. In your mind, that’s the only bit of water that could quench your thirst. So you rather blink up and look at his face again, let the drop disappear in the fabric of his shirt.

His eyes are focused on the road, but still so warm. Not too focused, not like when he’s working. It’s the same look when he helps you cook, concentrated on keeping you both safe. It makes him look reliable. Handsome. He is handsome anyway, everyone knows that. But this is the best you’ve seen him look.

You turn your body completely, as much as the seat belt allows, so you can see him better, your full attention on him. His eyes, so gentle even when he’s not looking at you but especially then, his nose, his cute cheeks, his pretty lips. His lips. You want them to melt against your own. You crave the warmth. The comfort. 

He’s the reason you feel so sleepy. He makes you feel so safe and comfortable, even if he’s not doing much. You pout thinking about it. Thinking about how nice his hand felt on your thigh. You think you’d sleep better with him in your bed. The room is small anyway. Just one bed would be enough.

“You’re tired,” Mingyu suddenly speaks up, his voice firm but gentle, quiet, “You’re not thinking straight.”

That doesn’t matter, does it? It’s just you and him. You’re safe. He wouldn’t let you fuck up.

“Seriously,” his voice softens when he adds your name, “It’s too late. You’ve been up all day. See if you feel the same tomorrow.”

And the day after that, and then the next. You know you will. You open your mouth to say it, but close it again when you feel his warm palm cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing your skin.

“I know,” he whispers, “I want it too. But we have to get braver first.”

You want to argue. You’re brave enough. He’s a coward. He left you all alone in the haunted house that one time. You’re brave enough. It’s just so late and your eyes are heavy.

But tomorrow, tomorrow for sure…

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