#📚 drabbles

[nabataprophet]

✧ dead reckoning: finding yourself bothered by somebody's death more than you would have expected, even if they were only an abstract presence in your life.

obscure sorrows cw: discussions of child death

"When's she coming back to play?"

Sophia's hand is on the door when the young dragon calls out to her. Fae has a bad habit of trying to stall her from leaving by asking questions like this. The shaman can come and go freely while she can't, so perhaps it's only fair that she would act out against this perceived injustice. Children often act in such ways when they can't understand the reason for something. "...? Who is...?"

"You know! ▊▊▊▊▊ ! Igrene's little girl!" Fae says, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. She looks at Sophia like she's silly for having asked at all. "She used to come here with you all the time! When's she coming back? When, when, huh?"

Sophia freezes in her tracks, hand unable to turn the knob. She can feel Fae's innocent gaze boring holes into her back, impatiently waiting for an answer. She's only asking because she genuinely doesn't know.

That innocence is a blessing and a curse.

"...I... don't know," Sophia lies and excuses herself from the room.

She knows the reason. Of course she knows the reason. She vaguely knew even before it even happened.

But how is Sophia supposed to explain that to her? Although Fae is hundreds of years older than her, she had matured much faster than Fae, so she could conceptualize complex ideas such as mortality. She had come to the terms that regular humans would not live as long as them, with their dragon blood, a long time ago. It's a simple fact of life that everyone in this mixed human and dragon settlement understands except for Fae.

Even so, a deep part of her is quietly unsettled to remember that even young children can die. Isn't that just too unfair...?

Sophia remembers when Igrene had been Fae's height, still too small to use a full sized bow. Then, like she had so earnestly declared in her childhood, she had become the guardian of Nabata like her father before her. She had a lover and then a child. That child had held her hand in the same way Igrene had when she was younger.

But the cycle does not continue. She does not watch that little girl grow up like all of the other humans living in Arcadia.

The door to Fae's room clicks open once more and the little girl races over to the entrance. She peers curiously at Sophia; she doesn't usually return this quickly, claiming she has 'duties' or whatever that means to attend to.

"You're b— You're crying?" The excitement at her return drains from Fae's face as she spots uncharacteristic tears dripping down Sophia's cheeks. "Don't cry, Sophia! Fae will give you a hug, okay? You're bigger than Fae, so you can't cry!"

#📚 drabbles #child death cw ///// #//this was half finished in my drafts (tosses it out on the dash) #//girls will literally be haunted by the mortality of themselves and others and not see a problem with that

[gettinshiggywithit]

𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬

Summary: In which you find out loki’s secret and he fears your reaction.

Pairing: loki x reader

Genre: fluff ,maybe a hintt of angst

W/c: 928

A/N: saw someone talking abt jotun loki and my brain went brrrrr.Wrote this at 5/6 in the morning on 0 sleep so apologies in advance!If yall liked it id love to hear your thoughts

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A frost giant.unbelievable.

Loki stood in odin’s vault,hands firmly gripping the handles of the casket. He watched as his skin changed to an icy blue,an equally icy chill running down his spine. The all father had conveniently fallen into the odin-sleep.

“Leaving me when i need him…typical” he said to himself. It wasn’t like he had an audience and with him being the acting ruler,and his mother being in his ‘father’s’ chambers, he needn’t fear intrusion.

The only person aware of his little secret,who was awake anyway, was his mother and he intended to keep it that way.for as long as he could.

Eliminating thor would guarantee him the throne and by destroying jotunheim,he’d garner enough of the public’s love to hopefully keep his throne,should his secret come to light.

‘Does heimdall know?’ He wondered to himself.

‘No matter,He can be dealt with if necessary”

Loki was so lost in thought that he missed the,

“There you are!” You huffed out.

You marched on upto him and noticed he wasnt…himself.

At this sudden revalation, you started taking quieter,more measured steps towards the boyfriend-shaped figure in front of you.

You let out a tentative “loki?” To which he jolted, his hands immediately letting go of the casket and his now-red eyes staring at you with both surprise and slight fear. Not fear of you,but the fear of being discovered.

“Y/n, dont…dont do that.” He said letting out a breath he didn't know he’d been holding in. And when you didn’t reply, instead merely staring at him in bewilderment, he suddenly remembered how he looked. He stumbled backwards, his hands flying to brace himself against the stand of the artefact behind him.

His finger gently brushed against the casket and the fading blue returned once again.

Noticing this, he pulled his hands to his front.clasping them and lookin on at you,awaiting your reaction.

What would you do? Yell at him? Leave him? Threaten to tell the rest of asgard?

All the worst possibilities ran around his head and he began to tear up.

He was broken out of his turbulant thoughts by your hand brushing against his cheek.

He was shocked, to say the least.

Of all the reactions he’d thought up,this wasnt one.

He leaned into your touch,fearing this would be the last time he would feel it,your soft cold hand against his wretched skin.

“What is this loki?” You ask in a whisper,staring at him with not fear,not anger,but wonder and curiosity.

You were now stood quite close to eachother not impossibly so, but quite.

“I-“

“Were you cursed?”

“In a manner of speaking…y-”

“Does it hurt?”

You knew what he was,you’d seen frost giants before so it wasn’t illiteracy that made you disregard his current state.

You really were asking him if he was okay as he stood before you, a blue monster,kin to those you’d fantasised about killing in your youth…

Was this real?

He needed to know it was,so he spelled it out for you,

“Y/N,im a Frost giant.”

He let out in a voice laden with melancholy,regret and was that fear you heard?

“I know” you merely replied as you traced the patterns on his skin.

At this he pulled your hand away and held it.

“What do you mean you know?! Y/N im a monster! Dont you understand!”

Your expression shifted to one of annoyance,another unforseen reaction.

“I understand quite clearly loki.”

“Then why haven’t you-”

“Why haven’t i run out screaming? Cursing you? Why havent i tried to kill you?”

His silence told you that was exactly what he was about to ask, more or less.

You sighed before stepping towards him and placing his hand on your shoulder,he flinched but didn't move otherwise.

You took this as your go-ahead and wrapped him in a hug.

You stayed there for a good three minutes in silence before saying,

“Loki,i dont give a single ratatosk whisker if you’re a jotun.i love you.”

You pulled away at that to look him in the eyes and saw the tears forming there.

As they fell from his eyes,you caught them with your thumb and placed in on tongue.

Now it was his turn to look at you in confusion.

You waited a beat before saying, “for a jotun you cry asgardian tears.”

He smiled at that,scoffing at your antics.

“You’re ridiculous”

“Yeah well im also yours so get used to it” you said as you went in for another hug and this time he hugged back holding you like you were the most precious thing in all the nine realms,and to him,you were.

“Are you sure?” He whispered out,almost like he hoped you wouldnt hear.

“Always.And never forget it” you said,pressing a soft kiss to his lips which had him chasing yours as you pulled away.

“Why did you come down here anyway?” He asked finally realising it was rather odd for you to have come to the artefacts vault;unless there was a purpose for your visit that is.

“Ah yes, Frigga was calling you.” You said pulling away and pulling him by the arm towards the exit.

“Alright then” he said as he let you drag him out of the chamber that held his secrets. You really were something else,and he’d never been more grateful for anyone in his entire life.

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#📚 Jaya’s tales #🐍 loki #loki x female reader #loki x reader #loki x gender neutral reader #loki x gn!reader #loki fluff #whump writing #loki whump #loki x reader angst #loki x reader fluff #mcu x reader #marvel x reader #loki drabble #loki oneshot

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TEXTS WITH NIKI!

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warnings: crack, some swear words, y/n and niki are both annoying dumbasses in love, mentions of food and I think that’s it if you ever see smth pls tell me!

genre: fluff

fem!reader

-> pretty short but it’s my first time so please be nice :D if you have any advice I’m happy to take it!!

enjoy! ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

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THE END!

#: mally writes!📚 : #enhypen #nishimura niki #enhypen imagines #enhypen fake texts #enhypen fluff #enhypen x reader #enha #niki drabble #riki fluff #riki enhypen #fluff #enhypen riki #take care #drink water !! #I’m so nervous pls #I tried ❤️

[sol-is-the-reason]

❕❕NSFW: Dom! Reader. No gender mentioned. Sub! Mu Qing. Read at your own risk❕❕

Thinking about Sub! Mu Qing who always cries so prettily on your cock.

Sub! Mu Qing who begs you to slow down but snaps his hips to match your pace.

Sub! Mu Qing who always needs to see your face while fucking so he can kiss you glare at you.

Sub! Mu Qing who loves having his hair pulled but complains to you after for messing it up with your rough treatment. (Do you know how much care he goes through to keep it silky and smooth for you?)

Sub! Mu Qing who is an absolute size queen and won't settle for anything else. Who can take all your fingers up his ass and come untouched by nipple play alone.

Sub! Mu Qing who was wary with your affections when you first started dating but comes to trust you with his life as the months goes by.

Ending it on a soft note <3.

#Sol’s Drabbles!🌙📚 #x reader #top reader #bottom character #Sub tgcf #Sub Mu Qing #top!reader #Bottom!Mu Qing

[residentfromnowhere]

| NOTICE |

ModernAu!SanemiShinaguzawaXReader

TW: Language, Angst, Unresolved Issues

Note: Not Proofread

“Love you, babe but sometimes you talk too much”

You pause, smile slowly fading as the words start registering in your head. Continuing he says, “Like at first, I was glad that you finally came out of that phase to where you only spoke a few words but no it’s becoming insufferable!” He says while he and some of his friends laugh more. He glanced at you for a split second before continuing to laugh. Some people in the group glance between the both of you in disbelief while others give him a death stare. All the while you just sit there, silently with your mouth parted.

I’m insufferable? I talk too much? That’s how he’s been thinking of me this whole time?

Your eyes start to water as you run back all the interactions with him and his friends and you can hear your heart slowly breaking. Your throat goes dry with ever second you sit there and listen to him rant about how insufferable and annoying you are. To him, it was just lighthearted jokes but to you, it was the start to you slowly drifting away from and he had no idea.

You and Sanemi have been dating for about two years and you thought that you could finally be yourself with someone and not feel as though you were a burden. Though he could be a total jerk at times, he made you feel safe. Beautiful. Utterly at peace. But after that night at a mutuals get together while on the rooftop sitting on the couch he completely embarrassed you in front of all of your mutual friends, something changed. The person you thought you could rust and thought highly of you actually thought the opposite and the fact he would say such things in the guise of a joke made it worse.

Something in you changed that night while you sat there not saying a word while listening to his mini rant or “jokes”. It was as if the person who you swore to protect and promised after all these years that they finally found their safespace completely stabs them in the heart in front of everyone they knew. You felt betrayed and you also felt like you betrayed yourself by trusting him. He knew how hard you worked to get yourself to open up and genuinely feel whole again so why would he break you that way?

This downward spiral started that night when you both got home. You were radio silent as he continued to talk about how he had an amazing time at the party. He kept looking for you to agree or at least nod but he received nothing. Continuing thinking that maybe you didn’t hear him, he proceeds to ask why you stopped talking. “You know I love your voice, why didn’t you talk?” Didnt you say that I was annoying? That I talked too much? And now you love it?

You pause, not knowing that your face twisted into a mixture of anger and disbelief. You quickly turn around and head to the bedroom, not wanting to cry in front of him. He was a bit tipsy sure but aware enough to know when something was wrong and when he saw your face briefly change, there was no denying that something was up.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” He says while following you to the bedroom. Since at this point you completely shut down, he wasn’t getting a peep out of you and this is something you haven’t done in over a year due to thinking he was your safespace. It’s now like you and through a factory reset and can or want to no longer talk.

You are what’s wrong.

You continue to take off your jewelry and then do something you haven’t done since the beginning of the relationship, you take the clothes you picked out for bed and go to the bathroom which snaps Sanemi out of his tipsy state. You used to do this due to the fear of being judged but slowly got comfortable with him to undress in front of him because he always made you feel like your body was the most beautiful thing on this planet. Now though, you wonder if all of that was a lie to shut you up about your body images issues you used to mention to him.

You’re questioning everything up to this point. Every word, every gesture, everything. You slam the door behind you before he could get another word in, leaving him there with a confused. Not leaving the bathroom for the rest of the night while he after a few persistent knocks, gave up and passed out on the bed. He thought that maybe you were just tired and had nothing to say at that moment. But little did he know that the weight of his words will soon be the consequences of his actions.

The next couple of weeks were quiet. Usually, you would happily wake him up in the morning with breakfast in hand and talk about yours and his plans for the day but not once did you do that. Besides the cause “morning” you basically became a ghost. He didn’t notice it at first due to usually spacing out or focusing on other things but around the end of the fourth week, he started noticing.

Your blank stares, short “yes” or “no” answers, the lack of conversations throughout the day and most of all, your voice. The one thing he thought would always be there was your voice. He worked so hard to hear that beautiful voice of yours wether you’re laughing, crying, arguing or just making silly noises and once he got to hear it, it was if he forgot how hard he worked, how much trust he had to earn to hear it. He won’t lie, you would talk his head off at times but never did he ever think you would just stop.

He sat at the kitchen table, wondering what happened or if he did something wrong to make you stop talking. To make you stop everything and then it hit him. Since the party a couple of weeks back, you have completely stopped interacting with him in the ways you used to and that he must have done something stupid in order for you to do so. Suddenly, he hears you unlocking the door to the apartment and he jumps up, shocked that you didn’t call him and that he just now noticed how distant you have been.

I’m a fucking dumbass. How did I just now notice?

Without hesitation, he walks up to you and grabs your shoulders. You look at him in shock, not anticipating what he was going to say next. “Tell me what’s wrong.” He says while watching for a reaction. You stand there and as if your mouth had a mind of its own says “Why? So you can tell everyone how I’m back to being insufferable?” And with that you could see his eyes widen. He scoffed in disbelief. “When did I say-“ before he could finish, you cut him off with a quiet “Forget it” and push by him. He froze in place by the sudden realization of what he said back then. He never meant to hurt you nor make you feel like this but of course he had to say some stupid shit and ruin what little confidence or faith in him you had.

The next hour is a one sided conversation. You silently clearing your things and he pressing you for answers. There were several things that he said that made you want to cry and furthered your desire to leave but the straw that broke the camels back is when he said in a fit of rage over your lack of response says “Actually, I’m glad you finally got the hint and stopped yapping so much. It’s been peaceful since you stopped”.

As soon as it left his mouth, he regretted every single thing he said. Tears started falling down your face and his heart dropped. “Y/N, wait i-“ you grab your bags and push by him, not leaving him any room to say anything else. You feel yourself being tugged backward by your bag. You don’t know what possessed you to do so but when you felt your hand connect with his face and the sound of it echoing across the apartment you once shared with him, but whatever did made you realized that the decision of leaving was the best one. You took one last look before uttering “we are done” and leaving, slamming the door behind you. You didn’t stick around long enough to see him trying to rush out and stop you because by then, you were in your car and long gone. Maybe it was for the best so why are you balling your eyes out, wishing you would have stayed?

#Nowhere’s Library 📚 #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #shinazugawa sanemi #sanemi shinaguzawa #sanemi x reader #demon slayer sanemi #kimetsu no yaiba sanemi #sanemi angst #kny sanemi #sanemi x y/n #sanemi x you #sad Drabble #anime drabble #kny drabble

[shares-a-vest]

Prompt: Accidental Confessions (Discord Drabble)

"Yes."

Nancy jumps up from her desk, her seeming enthusiasm quickly turning to self-consciousness as she looks away and begins smoothing down her purple skirt.

She is completely overdressed for a study session. Robin is too, she supposes. Seriously, who shows up to a quiet summer study session in boots and a mountain of jangling jewellery?

Robin shakes her head, her earrings tinkling away as her bangs flop every which way.

"What did I say?" she panics, scrambling upright on Nancy's bed – to hell with analysing their attire.

"You said you like me," Nancy says with an amused, tight-lipped smile, stepping forward to close the gap between them, "And you asked if I wanted to go out somewhere with you."

Well... shit.

Robin snorts a laugh at herself and it makes Nancy giggle - okay... a good sign...

"I said that out loud?"

She looks down at her cue cards, thinking back (as best she can) to a few moments ago when she was staring at Nancy's floral bedspread, consumed by the world-ending crush she had developed sometime over the course of Spring Break.

A crush that still feels awkward when she thinks about her best friend. A crush that has her organising unnecessary pre-college study sessions, even though she and Nancy both got into the courses they wanted.

A crush that has her stupid, big motormouth running before her floral patchwork pattern-filled brain can catch up.

She looks up, ready to run for the hills –

Or at least over to Steve's house so she can yell-talk at him about this whole mess.

But Nancy offers her hand.

"Let's go!" she beams.

#gotta write some ronance for valentine's day #lilys drabbles #stwgdailyprompt #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #ronance #ronance ficlet #ronance 📚

[celestialpearls]

➱ chi’s shelf 📚

Welcome to my masterlist! This will pop up every time I post new work hehe. Happy reading, wooahae! 💗

FIC KEY

💐 - fluff

🌊 - angst

⚡️ - suggestive/smut 

➵ CHOI SEUNGCHEOL

Soon!

➵ YOON JEONGHAN

   ➛ love in seasons  (💐)

Love is reminiscent of the four seasons. It blooms in spring. It shines bright under the hot sun. It offers comfort in the winter. It is nurtured in shades of yellow and orange. 

➛ how to score a yes (💐)

How does your suitor, Yoon Jeonghan, score a 'yes'?

➵ HONG JISOO

Soon!

➵ WEN JUNHUI

   ➛ to my moon (💐 🌊 )

People and stars have one thing in common. Both are yearned for permanency in one’s life. 

➵ KWON SOONYOUNG

  ➛ toned (💐 ⚡️ )

Desire is always present when it comes to Soonyoung. However, it does increase tenfold with his recent habit. 

➵ JEON WONWOO

    ➛ reflection (💐 ⚡️)

Wonwoo always misses you whenever he has schedules overseas. So, you make an offer and he would be stupid to deny his wife. 

➵ LEE JIHOON

   ➛ fully filled by you (💐 ⚡️)

Jihoon misses you and he intends to show you just how much he does. 

   ➛ in love with the music(ian) (💐)

Fate seems to be determined as she continues to keep you and Jihoon in each other’s orbit. So here you are, with your heart rattling in its cage as you come to a realisation. 

    ➛ ocean heart (💐 🌊 )

Jihoon lures you in and your vast heart is willing. 

     ➛ second-in-command (💐)

Jihoon’s fondness for you doesn’t waver. And it seems like his team feels the same as they seem to have started to call you the ‘second-in-command.’

➵ LEE SEOKMIN

   ➛ make a move (💐)

The delight of weddings is contagious and Seokmin finally makes a move to hopefully call you his significant other. 

➵ KIM MINGYU

Soon!

➵ XU MINGHAO

Soon!

➵ BOO SEUNGKWAN

Soon!

➵ CHWE HANSOL

Soon!

➵ LEE CHAN

   ➛ of hearts and hands (💐 ⚡️)

When your hands and hearts are synchronised, it is difficult to not feel like one is floating on cotton clouds. 

   ➛ lay with me (💐)

Laying with Chan after a long, tiring day.

    ➛ with kisses of care and desire (💐 ⚡️)

A simple compliment leads to desire.

#svt #seventeen scenarios #chi's shelf 📚 #seventeen #seventeen kpop #seventeen scenario #seventeen imagines #seventeen drabble #svt masterlist #seventeen fluff #seventeen imagine #seventeen x reader #woozi scenarios #jeonghan scenarios

[nabataprophet]

without hurting or being hurt

Whenever you lose track of your father, you always find him in the same place. You round the corner of the library and find him, as always, tucked into the back with a thick tome in hand.

You tug at his robes to get his attention. Whenever he's reading, no matter how much you try to raise your voice, you can never draw his attention unless you do this.

"Sophia?!" He yelps, nearly dropping the heavy tome. He catches it at the last moment, breathing a sigh of relief to not have beaned his young daughter right on the head. "Sorry, were you calling me?"

"...Is it... fun...?"

Your voice is shot from playing with Fae all afternoon, but your father knows you well enough to interpret your vague statement and the pointing of your finger.

Your father's face lights up. "Dark magic? Oh, there's so much to learn! I could study just the knowledge gathered in Arcadia alone and not make it through even half—no, not even a fourth—of it in my lifetime! Isn't that incredible? I consider myself pretty learned in the ancient language, too, so just imagine how much faster I could read if I were completely fluent! To be honest, I was also thinking about asking the village elder to help me translate a few sections."

Excitement colors his voice as he launches into an impassioned explanation. Recently, you've noticed him moving slower than usual, but seeing him so passionate soothes your anxieties somewhat.

"Can I... learn, too?"

The bright smile on your father's face fades, replaced by a more complicated expression. He takes the tome in his hand and returns it to its home on the shelf, far above where your tiny hands can reach.

"Honestly, you're my daughter, so you may have a talent in dark magic, but I hope there never comes a day you have to use it, Sophia."

"...Why?"

"Hmmm... let me put it this way. The people who live outside of this village aren't very nice people. They like to hurt other people, especially if they have dragon blood like you do. You're a very kindhearted girl, Sophia, so I hope you never have to hurt another person. Do you understand?"

You nod quietly. You don't want to hurt anyone, either. Sometimes when you close your eyes, you see flashes of visions of people attacking each other with weapons. It's all incomprehensible to a little girl who has only known the safety and peace of a true Utopia. You don't understand why a person would willingly hurt another person.

Your father scoops you up in his arms, holding you close.

"You really do resemble your mother more and more by the day." He strokes your head, affection in his eyes and regret in his voice. "...But I can't help but wish you resembled me as well. Ha ha, forgive your selfish father, Sophia."

It's many years later when you finally understand what he had meant when he told you those words on that day. He is long gone now, his lifespan mere days in comparison to yours. Sometimes you wonder if he had already known at that point that he was never going to be able to see you grow older.

It's not until after the war that you return to the library of your youth. You're tall enough now to pluck that tome off the shelf without even needing to stand on tiptoes. The well-loved pages of the book open easily under your fingers. When you were younger, you had wondered what kind of secrets the book your father had kept hidden from you had contained. By all means, it's just a normal dark tome just like the ones sold in the village's shop.

It's the particulars of the spell that stand out more than anything else. The tome details the usage of a spell that restores life force at the expense of another; the second level of dark magic. It's not particularly complicated magic and indeed, you've handled far more complex magic while traveling with Lord Roy's army.

Your father had been right, though. You still wish that you would never have to hurt another person, but you had no longer been afforded a choice in the matter. There's no way that your father could have known that in the future, your perfect untouchable paradise would be under threat of being invaded or that you would end up being taken prisoner.

He was only human, so how could he have known?

I hope you never have to hurt another person, your father had said. He had hoped you would stay nestled safely within paradise for your whole life.

But a life without hurting or being hurt is impossible, after all.

Class Mastered: Dark Bishop

#📚 drabbles #//794 words btw future me when you're looking for this #//nosferatu is light magic in fodlan so i prrrrobably wont grab it but lifetaker however is fantastic for introspection on living at-- #//someone else's expense. the human cost of paradise etc etc etc #//also the nature of dark magic being a genetic thing in elibe

[gettinshiggywithit]

!Accidental Confessions With The Bsd Bois!

Parts: Dazai|Chuuya

Scenario:you accidentally confess to your crush.what happens next???

Pairing: Chuuya x gn! Reader

Genre:fluff

Type:smau

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#bsd x gn!reader #bsd x reader fluff #bsd x reader #bsd #📚jaya’s tales #🐶🐕jaya’s bungou stray dump🐕🐶 #bsd chuuya nakahara #nakahara chuuya x reader #chuuya nakahara x reader #chuuya nakahara fluff #chuuya x y/n #chuuya x you #chuuya fluff #chuuya nakahara #chuuya x reader #chuuya imagines #bsd fanfic #bsd drabble #bsd headcanons #bsd smau #chuuya smau #chuuya x fem!reader #chuuya x gn reader #bsd chuuya #bsd fluff #bsd oneshot #bungou stray dogs chuuya nakahara #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs x you

[shakysniffles]

Drabble Challenge by @inconvenient-sneezes

Prompt Number Two: Weeds (769 words)

Tags: female, allergies (pollen), self-induced, masturbation (cis female)

please be kind bc this is the single most explicit thing I've ever written and I'm still blushing like anything

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The front door slammed shut on a thousand chattering voices as her well-meaning friends and family left the quiet country house that would grow into Elsie’s new home

Silence rang in her ears and she leaned against the wall in a heady rush.

There were stacks of boxes arranged haphazardly around the place, boxes of books, of kitchen utensils, of linen and towels and blankets, all seeming the glow in the late afternoon sun.

This place was hers and only hers.

Short, sharp breaths accompanied the giddy smile and she couldn’t help herself, squealing as she spun in the narrow entranceway, light, summer dress flowing around her.

She really should begin putting the place in order, Elsie knew that, but she had been impatiently waiting for her chance to christen her home since she’d first wandered out into the back garden.

Green hedges rose high, bordering the overgrown lawn and lovingly planted ornamental flowers that were creeping out of their beds like wild creatures in the night.

But the real draw to the country cottage had been the weeds.

The air was still and lazy about her as she lay down among the grasses. The disturbance flung pollen in the air and she hitched slightly, sly smile already spreading on her lips as she reached up to gently pluck her instrument of choice.

A long, thin trail of amaranth fell from her fingers, hovering over her twitching nose in a manner reminiscent of a Roman goddess holding grapes aloft.

She had no intentions to rush, one hand tracing her skin, her sundress flipped up across her chest and fingers dipping lower and lower with every pass. The other hand brought the feathery flower closer and closer until small specks of pollen collected across her nose like freckles.

Her hands shook slightly as she drew her fingers across her panties, toying with the lacy edge. The soft yellow dripped beneath her nose and she gasped, nostrils widening as she breathed in the allergen.

hheh…eHH..hehh-ehSHIEWW

The sneeze made her fingers jump and she moaned around her next sneeze, feeling the wetness between her legs begin to grow. She wasn’t ready for direct stimulation, wanted this first time to last, and so she forced her lingering hand north, kneading at her breasts with an almost savage pressure to alleviate her self-induced denial.

heh-ehh-hheh-eHH… she hitched endlessly, the tickle strong enough for play, to tempt her and torture her, but also to leave her frustrated and trembling at the mercy of a flower.

She knew what she needed and reached down, tugging at her panties and moaning slightly as the fresh breeze brushed against her shining cunt.

Elsie dropped the amaranth on her chest, barely taking the time to admire the way it nestled between her breasts, and plucked a second flower, one which had been working its way inside her all day.

The effect was immediate.

hehH-SSSHIEWW ehp-SHiueww hHEH-SHIEWW

She sneezed viciously, her nose and cunt responding in kind. Her left hand worked furiously, spurred on by the spraying mess that fell cool against her hot skin, with no thought of taking her time now. Her fingers flew across her clit and she moaned as she dipped inside herself to collect more juices to smear around the sensitive nub.

Her nose didn’t let up and her hands jerked with every sneeze, helpless agony, the sudden motion beautiful in every way. Heat coiled deep in her stomach and she gasped, abandoning the flower in favour of more pressure, more touch, more sensation where her body demanded it, massaging her breasts, scratching up her thighs, and finally, finally, thrusting deep between her folds.

She turned her head to the side, groaning and spraying into the grassy lawn, the small blades pinpricks against her nostrils, teary eyes squeezed shut against all sense except touch and Elsie gasped, reaching for air and the final ascension and…

Her orgasm overtook her, cunt clenching around her fingers as she moaned, heedless of the mess running across her lip.

The long shadows crept over her as she lay still, sweat cooling on her skin as she savoured the final throes of pleasure.

A stray sneeze escaped her and she sighed happily, cunt twitching with an automatic, exhausted kind of interest.

She reached out and wiped her hands on the grass, smiling dreamily as she sat up. Her sundress fell down across her hips and she fumbled for her panties, not bothering to put them back on.

She had half a mind to christen every room in her new house.

And there was, after all, plenty of pollen at hand.

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Fair to say I saw a photo of amaranth and immediately had a vision so here have a stolen picture if you've never seen it before.

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[residentfromnowhere]

| A PART OF YOU |

KyojuroRengokuXReader

TW: Suggestive Content & Fluff

As your and Kyojuros bodies mold feverishly together while the sun sets beautifully behind you in a moment of utter ecstasy, he unlatches from your wet, puffed lips and allows you to gasp for air. It’s sharp but your nails that have found and dug ferociously into his back are sharper. You were clothed merely a moment ago but it seems that it’s been more than an hour since he’s confessed his hidden feelings for you and that you returned them in kind. It was sudden, the kiss. You were about to tell him something along the lines of “I love you” but was interrupted by the feeling of his lips mashing into yours. It was needy and one sided at first but as the minutes went by, your lips instinctively kissed back, causing you both to just lose control. You both wanted this, yearned for this. And now that it’s happening, who knows when it’s going to stop?

God you’re so beautiful…

Your heart flutters at his praises. With The way his hands molded and caressed every single inch of you with care and how his low, husky voice vibrated at the crook of your neck made you have goosebumps made your body temperature rise. You didn’t want to let go and neither did he. It was as though you were stuck to one another and the only thing that could stop you two is if the world went up in flames and even then it wouldn’t be enough. This was years in the making. This very moment that was dreamt countlessly by the both of you finally had come and to make up for lost time, you just couldn’t let him go. Now, with puffed lips, heavy breaths and clothes barely on, you both linger into each others eyes, waiting for the other to speak. Before you could, you felt a small peck on your lips and his hands tenderly cup your face. In a hushed tone and his bright, fiery eyes burning into yours he says….

“Let me breathe in the scent that drives my internal desire to the brink. Let me feel on the body of a divine entity unlike any other seen or heard of before. Allow me the up most of pleasers to taste what can only be described as the holy grail of liquids, the fruits of your labor, the epitome of greatness. Let me, my beloved, my heart, my truth, be with you. Be a part of you. Be you. Be mine and Let me be yours”

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[completelyrain]

11:16 ; Her beloved’s arms.

/ please don’t mind my English it is not my first language! warnings: mentions of death /

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her hands were so cold. they were trembling even with the tons of blankets and warmth that they could give to her fragile young girl’s body.

she always thought that she was weak. in every type of was, but was she?

her body just kept moving and shifting from position to position, craving a place where she would feel better, a place that she could call home. she kept seeking for that comfortable feeling until a pair of strong arms wrapped themselves around her waist.

that is when it hit her. that warmth. that comfort. that love that she desperately seeked was right in front of her since the begging. this whole time. ah, love. love love love. people would die for it, right?

she smiled fondly to the final success of her task and left her soul vanish or maybe just vagabond in the air, being finally and truly, free.

she left this world, in her beloved’s arms.

✧˖*°࿐｡･:*˚:✧｡*ੈ✩‧₊˚✧ ˚

#: mally writes!📚 : #just a quick drabble because I felt like it #don’t mind the English #anyways good night 🥰🥰 #take care #drink water !!

[abelladxnna]

Spirit Portals

Note: I have not watched any of the anime episodes featuring the Ghost World so this will definitely be canon-divergent.

Although communicating with the dead is still practiced today - especially by channelers, mediums, and hex maniacs - to deliberately enter the Ghost World has been strictly prohibited since ancient times. All attempts to study this world have failed due to recording devices instantly malfunctioning.

While there is no evidence of this, few historical texts speak of the Platinum Clan from the Hisui region, where its members supposedly learned the ability to open portals into the Ghost World. With these, they would be able to travel to other parts of the physical world, or even a different time or dimension.

It is believed that not only do numerous ghost Pokemon dwell in this world, but so do restless spirits of humans and they are considered to be more dangerous than ghost Pokemon. When sensing a live being in their world, they will attempt to reach out to the traveler and incessantly whisper and wail into their ears. Listening to these voices for too long will eventually drive the person mad and they may become forever lost within the world and soon become one of the spirits unable to move on.

As such, it is strongly ill-advised for any human to attempt venturing inside this world on their own accord. Thankfully, it seems as though the knowledge on how to open these portals has not been p̵̨̙͔̖̝̝̖͋ȧ̸̮̟̺s̶̛͔̮̓̈̚ͅs̴̘͉͇̝̞͉̑e̷̛͙͋͊̀̉̆̉d̶͔͕͙̘̬͆̍͝͝ ̸͓͉̟͐̈́̇̐́d̵̨̤́̑̆̓̓͝o̵̳͚̣̥̳͎͐̔̑ẘ̴̰͗̄̆̀̈́̈́n̴͍̞̪͖͒̈́͐͜͝-̴̻͓̥̿͐͘-̴̖͛̓.̸̨̫̀̎.̴͈̞̪̲̭̗́̄̄.̶̡̊̕.....

You do your best to keep your knees from shaking and your breath quiet as Kita is peeking around the corner, checking to see if your pursuers are still after you.

This was a very stupid idea. In what right mind did you think that it'd be fun to tag along with one of Kita's heists?? She'd even warned you that this particular job was going to be dangerous too!

Tears begin to prick your eyes as you whisper, "What do we do?? There's no way out of this, is there? We're at a dead end, we're gonna get caught and get arrested or worse and oh Arceus--!"

Kita slaps a hand over your mouth, her amber eyes seeming to bore deep into your soul. Her usual carefree attitude and smile have vanished and somehow her serious face sends a shiver down your spine.

"Calm. Down," she says and at that moment is seems as though even the blaring alarm is silenced. "Now listen. There is a way out of here. But I'm gonna need you to trust me."

Her hand is still over your mouth so you don't reply but you do wait for her to continue.

"You're going to be fine. But you need to do exactly as I say. Keep your eyes closed and no matter what you hear or feel, ignore it. You need to keep your eyes closed and don't let go of my hand. "

You blink, not knowing what to think of her order.

"Nod if you understand."

You do. What other choice was there but to listen to her?

She appears unconvinced as she draws back her hand. Your heart begins to beat rapidly as the voices of your pursuers are heard amidst the siren but you're once again confused when Kita pulls out a pair of earplugs.

"Good thing I had extras," she says and before she forces the plugs into your ears, she repeats: "Do not open your eyes until I say okay. And do not let go of my hand."

#【 ✍️ ❥❥ headcanon 】 #how did this turn from a hc post to a imagine drabble lol #【 📚 ❥❥ drabbles 】

[nabataprophet]

✧ tiris: the bittersweet awareness that all things must end.

obscure sorrows

Forever.

What a strange, incomprehensible word. An eternity is a long time, far longer than any human can truly comprehend. You, with the exalted blood of dragons thrumming in your veins, have already lived longer than most humans ever will and even you still don't understand just how long forever entails.

Just how long is forever? What if your forever isn't the same as someone else's?

Did your mother tell your father that she would love him forever even though his life would be nothing more than a fleeting moment compared to hers? Would she have continued to love only him if she had kept living on without him by her side? Or would she have moved on eventually to find a new love? Or did 'forever' only mean 'for as long as you live'?

There is so much you don't know, so many questions you wish you could have asked her. But even if you asked, her 'forever' would still be different than your 'forever', because as much as you are her daughter, you are also your father's daughter.

That is to say, she was supposed to outlive you, too.

The truth of the matter is that no one is promised eternity. That final sleep comes for everyone eventually. One day you, too, will no longer see visions of the future, because there won't be a future for you. The inky blackness that lends you its power will eventually take you into its embrace and that is something you have long since accepted.

Forever is—

"We're going to be friends forever!"

—The sensation of her best friend throwing herself at her waist startles Sophia out of her thoughts. Fae hangs off of her, little feet dangling just off of the ground. She looks up at Sophia expectantly, vibrant green eyes glittering in the bright desert sun.

Their 'forevers' are different; Sophia will fade away much, much earlier than Fae. But... is it selfish to hope that even after Sophia's 'forever' ends, that she will still exist in Fae's 'forever'?

"...I also... hope we can be friends... forever," Sophia agrees.

#📚 drabbles #//its not that long but i still get self-conscious about drabbles looking too long on the dash for some reason lol #//ty for bringing the prompts back to the dash ren these are fun!!

[fleursbending]

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UPDATED: 22/03/23

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𝐒𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 : Atleast, I'm Trying. ➥ hurt no comfort.

── 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 :

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 : The Archer. ➥ tbd.

𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 : Same Soul, Different body. ➥ angst.

𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐘: Wrapped Around His Tail. ➥ nsfw, 18+.

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[gettinshiggywithit]

!Swan dive!

Scenario:- deku makes a life changing decision;kacchan sees it all

Characters:- katsuki Bakugou ,izuku midoriya

Pairing:- kinda Bakudeku

tw :- character death

Enjoy~

Izuku was tired

He was tired of the bullying

He was tired of the ridicule

And most importantly,

He was tired of bakugou.

Everyday was complete agony

All because his precious kacchan had picked him to be the target of his insults.

Why did it have to be him??just because he was quirkless????

Why couldnt he just be born with a quirk

Why must HE suffer alone

Izuku was tired

And that’s why he wasnt scared

Its why he didn’t hesitate.

“Take a swan dive off the building ,then maybe youll be born with a quirk in your next life.”

The words rang fresh in his mind as he stood on the edge of the school’s roof.

The wind blew his green mess of hair back and out of his face

And for a second he thought even nature wanted him to see his death

His mind raced,trying to come up with reasons not to.

What about his mother?

“No she abandoned me.she gave up on me when she was my last hope... shell be fine”he told himself

What about ALLMIGHT he’d never approve of this!hed want me to survive!

“Well too bad ‘cos where even is he??hes nothing but a grinninf idiot who uses force to achieve his goals.hes nothing!”

Izuku was crying now,screaming out the answers to his internal questions

What about...what about kacchan?

It was a last ditch attempt but something was better than nothing?

He scoffed

Why in the ever living FUCK did his brain make him think of kacchan????? The boy who had caused him all his pain,whod put him in this position

It was at this moment that izuku made up his mind.

He wipped away his tears with the sleeve of his shirt and smiled

“Fuck him”

And with that he let himself fall

He didnt feel fear or panic

Just calm

And as the air rushed past his face he closed his eyes feelin at peace for what felt like the first time in forever.

It was a pity it couldn’t last long......

Meanwhile katsuki bakugou was exiting his alma mater.

He had his backpack slung over one shoulder and there was an itch in the back of his neck

Thats when he started hearing it

The angry rage-filled screaming

He looked around and then when he heard it again he looked up

And his already-pale face whitened further

It was...DEKU and he was screaming from the school roof

Katsuki suddenly remembered the words he’d said to the other boy just that day and guilt and dread gathered in the pit of his stomach

He tried to shout to izuku,tellin him not to be stupid, to come down

His eyes began to fog up as each of his attempts failed and before he could think of anything else to do,anyone else to call

Deku jumped

Katsuki lunged forward in a last attempt to save his...friend

But before he could even move a muscle

Deku lay on the ground,bloodied and broken...

And katsuki fell to his knees and cried

Hed never cried

Not once and never in public

But

This was different

This was HIS fault

“DEKU WAKE UP! WAKE UP YOU FUCKIN PIECE OF SHIT COME ON WAKE UPPPPP”

And when izuku didnt move

When he didnt make a sound

Katsuki gave up

Hed never given up NEVER

But

He just couldnt...

He lay his head on the broken boy’s chest and said his last words to him

“Im sorry...i-i need you deku”

And when still no answer came he died a little inside too.

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