#DABBLE

[xxikstimloverxx]

"Why is it so cold in here?" you quietly ask yourself. You've just woken up from a nap, and you feel like you've just stepped into the Antarctic. You know there's only one explanation, Toji. He always has the AC set to high, even when it's 40 degrees outside. He always runs hot, and you don't mind it when it means he's walking around the house shirtless, but at times like these, you wish he would just crack a window and turn on a fan.

You walk into your shared room, where Toji is lounging on your bed. You walk past him and to your closet to find yourself a sweater and some pants because the shorts you were wearing weren't cutting it. Finding an old hoodie of his and some fluffy sweatpants. "Why do you have the ac on in the winter?" you ask, walking out of your closet and to your shared bed.

"Why is my girl cold?" he asked. A sweet smile one his face as he turns to look at you "Very," you say, crawling on top of him, pulling your blanket atop of you in the process, and snuggling up to him, head nuzzled under his chin, and face smooched into his chest. "But you can make it up to me by warming me up you say, your voice sounding drowsy and half asleep. "Of course, baby,"  he says warping his arms around your waist. He feels your breathing leveling out and your heartbeat slowing down as you drift off to sleep. Toji would never admit this to anyone, but he enjoys these quiet Sunday mornings, even if he’s burning up from all the body heat you're producing.

#toji x you #toji scenarios #fushiguro toji #toji fushiguro #toji fic #jujutsu kaisen toji #jujutsu toji #toji zenin #toji #toji x reader #jjk toji #toji x reader fluff #jjk x y/n #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen #fluff #dabble

[hyunniesgirl]

Okay but like...soft sex with lee know? He would totally be the type to hold hands you and whisper the most softest of praises in your ear.

Yes, absolutely yes!!!!! Lee know would absolutely worship you during sex and that's the moment you know how much he loves you. Of course, he does little gesture in your everyday life, but Lee Know doesn't show you much of his feelings, except when you're having sex.

The way he kisses every part of your body while chuckling to the reactions you make. The way he licks his fingers after fucking you with them saying how good you taste. The way he smiles and tells you how beautiful you look gagging around his cock, removing your hair out of your face so he can have a good view of you sucking him.

Pinning your hands by the side of your head, he'd interlace his fingers with yours trying to show you his feelings with his touch, he always holds your hands while entering you, closing his eyes to the feeling of you squeezing him.

Lee know is a sucker for eye contact, so the moment he starts thrusting he'll stare at you and dare you to break it, he'll slowly go in and out of you making you whimper and beg him to go faster.

He'll smile fondly, giving a little peck on your lips and saying "my kitten is so needy" while going faster, kissing your jaw, your neck, your chest and your breasts. Just hearing your little whimpers and moans it's everything he needs to get him going.

When he bites your lower lip, you cum clenching around him and making him cum too. He falls by your side, hugging you and holding you closer to him, resting your head on his chest and kissing the top of your head, whispering "I love you" while hearing your low exhausted snores.

#stray kids #skz #skz imagines #skz x reader #skz smut #lee know #skz fluff #skz x y/n #writing #writers on tumblr #skz lee minho #skz lee know #lee know stray kids #stray kids imagines #lee know x y/n #lee know x you #dabble #lee know smut

[lady-ashfade]

Death Flower

Day 13 of celebration marathon

Platonic!Luke castellan x Reader

-£ ask: Can I request an imagine for your 5k celebration (congrats!!) with Luke castellan? Maybe here, Luke comforts reader beacuse she feels out of place in camp half blood cause she's the daughter of hades and beacuse of that, people either fear or dislike her

-£ warning: really short, slightly angsty, comfort, I have little knowledge of hades kids so far but I researched, bulling themes.

it was a lonely life of a doomed half-blood.

as soon as you were claimed by hades you were pushed away by the others, left to yourself. you just started to get on your feet until they pushed you to the ground to claw your way back up. people would take one look at you and turn the other way with fear in their eyes or hatred. once you were just another kid with nothing special who walked almost in the shadows. but know they placed a light on you, it was ironic. shadows were friends now.

but you had one true friend. luke from hermes cabin took you under his wing from the moment you arrived at camp and now that everyone turn on you he refuses to let go. he hated how lost you looked, you reminded him of himself and he hated that.

“don’t be like that,” he calls out while he ruffles your hair. you sat alone in your quiet place, a view over the forest. no one ever bothered you out here and you liked it. you liked the peace and quiet.

“Like what?” You look at the taller boy standing near you with a soft smile. no fear, no hate. he made you feel welcome.

“So gloomy and brooding.” He snickers while you roll your eyes and huff. As soon as you look away from him he takes a seat next to you and sighs. you bite your lip and silently think to yourself, while he keeps himself quiet to look over the campgrounds with you.

it wasn’t fair that you suffered for your parents, it wasn’t fair that the gods could hold that power too. It makes him sick inside to watch you each day with a frown on your face as no one bothers to talk to you. how could someone see anything harmful in you?

“Give it time, people will come around.” He moved closer at hit his shoulder to yours trying to lift your spirits. “After all no one should fear the kid who falls with nothing under them.” He laughs when you push him away with a angry face but he can see a smile coming through.

“It was my first day! And I swear I hit something,” you cross your arms harshly over your chest.

“Sorry, i couldn’t resist.” He pats your shoulder. “I think you’re doing great. They will see how amazing you are in time, people here are just…” he pauses. You turn and nod slightly in understanding.

“So caught up their parents drama?”

“Exactly like that,” he smirks. Maybe you both were more alike then he thought. You seemed to catch on quick.

“Now come back, you’re going to miss dinner. I’ll even bless you with my presence and sit with you.” You both get up and walk towards the direction back to camp.

“Lucky me.” you fake sarcasm. He doesn’t like that so he takes your head in his arms and messes up your hair while dragging you along the path.

Taglist: @maria699669 @purplerose291 @itzmeme @ravenmedows @repostingmyfavs

#Percy Jackson x reader #luke castellan x reader #platonic percy jackson x reader #platonic!percy jackson x reader #platonic fic #dabble #luke castellan angst #platonic Luke castellan x reader #Luke castellan dabble #platonic!Luke castellan #platonic dabble

[crimsonred-hi]

Week of Dabbles: day 7

Futile

Andrew and his wife were becoming increasingly sleep deprived from their newborn daughter’s sleep schedule. It’s getting silly.

The crying was constant and neither of them were getting much rest at all. But they knew it wouldn’t last forever and they kept reminding each other of that, all they can do is hope the end is soon. Despite the tiredness and frustration that came with having a newborn, they could still see the light at the end of the tunnel. They’ll get through this difficult time together and make sure their daughter gets all the love and care she needs to thrive. Because they’re parents and that’s what they do.

Then they hear it. The tears. They were snuggled up in bed, in hopes of a night together, but the hope was quickly lost.

“Stay in bed… like be back…”

She ties go grab at him, to pull him back, because her mum said you’ve gotta leave the baby to calm herself down. But it’s futile.

White a gentle kiss and a gruff sound from deep in his chest, he’s off to go calm down the baby.

#andrew hozier byrne #hozier x reader #hozier #the hoziest #hozier imagine #hozier my beloved #hozier fluff #unreal unearth #dabble

[thursdayisfriday]

ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ᴛᴀꜱᴛᴇ ︎⋆˚✿˖°

⤑ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Gyomei himejima x M!reader

⤑ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: mention on rimming, size kink, cursing, mention of cock (just a little smut dabble^^)

⤑ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: “ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ꜱᴏ ʜᴀɴᴅꜱᴏᴍᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ, ''

Gyomei kissed on (M/N) shoulder as tears ran down his boyfriend's cheek. (M/N) face was flushed red as he tried to breath properly. Himejima held onto (M/N) thigh with one hand as he felt the insides of (M/N) with the other hand, he couldn’t help looking down at the smaller male in his lap with a worried expression. He looked absolutely fucked. His tongue was hanging out and his eyes rolled to the back of his head as Gyomei finger him. The hashira was starting to think that maybe this was a little too much for the small male, considering how thick his finger was. For if his finger was too big for the male what was going to happen when he wanted more than a finger in him. Troubled, Gyomei went to remove his finger making (M/N) whine from the emptiness. “ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ, ᴍʏ ᴅᴏᴠᴇ, ɪ'ᴍ ᴀꜰʀᴀɪᴅ ɪ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʜᴜʀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ”

(M/N) looked up at the male with a huff, gaining back his conscience a little. He was afraid this would happen, for this was his idea all along. They'd been dating for eight months now and the most that they would do was makeout and masturbate with each other. (M/N) wasn’t going to let Himejima back out now.

His hand reached up to grab the soft silky robe that covered Gyomei's shoulder, pulling the male down for a heated kiss. Their tongues glided alongside the other and (M/N) grinded on Gyomei hard on, trying to remove the robe off of his naked body. Gyomei groaned. (M/N) was desperate. Desprate to feel his Boyfriend fuck to oblivion, till he couldn’t move anymore. Himejima held onto (M/N) hips, stopping the male from moving. He paused for a second to look at the boy on his lap.“ᴡᴇ’ʟʟ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ꜱʟᴏᴡ,ᴏᴋ?”

(M/N) nodded knowing that he’d be pleased with whatever happened next. Gyomei shifted, moving so that he was now pinning (M/N) to the floor with (M/N) legs around his waist. His cock threatened to come out of his rode as the robe slipped off his shoulder.and onto the floor. His big hands cupped (M/N)’s Chest as he kissed down the man's body. Once he got to his hole he gave it a few licks before giving (M/N) a quick rim job. (M/N) arched his back and moaned, gripping onto Gyomei’s hair and the bed sheets next to him. “ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ꜱᴏ ʜᴀɴᴅꜱᴏᴍᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ, ''Gyomei mumbled. (M/N) pushed his body down on Gyomei's face, trying to get more friction, but Himejima stopped him; holding onto his waist as he removed his tongue from (M/N) hole before he ever got to cum. This time Gyomei was fully naked. His robe was on the floor and his hair was a mess, he hung over (M/N) making his cock touch the man's belly.

“ᴛᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ɪ’ʟʟ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴜʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇʏᴏɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡɪʟᴅᴇꜱᴛ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍꜱ, ᴍʏ ᴅᴏᴠᴇ” ⋆˚✿˖°

I hope you enjoyed (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

#x reader #x male reader #fanfic #x male y/n #romantic prompts #gyomei himejima #gyomei smut #kimetsu gyomei #kny gyomei #gyomei headcanons #x male reader smut #demon slayer #demon slayer smut #anime x male reader #anime x you #dabble

[nanowrimo]

How to Set Realistic NaNoWriMo Goals

Every year, we’re lucky to have great sponsors for our nonprofit events. Dabble, a 2023 NaNoWriMo sponsor, is a tool specifically designed for fiction novelists. Today, Dabbler Robert Smith shares a few tips to help you set daily writing goals that will work for you:

November looms, and with it the thrilling, harrowing, and sometimes carb-loaded journey of National Novel Writing Month. As we tie our writer's capes and ready ourselves for a month of intense creation, there's a small matter we need to address: our writing goals.

The Weight of 50,000 Words

Setting goals for NaNoWriMo is like setting a pace for a marathon. You wouldn't expect to sprint a marathon. The same goes for writing. If you try to sprint through, chances are you'll burn out faster than a candle in a windstorm.

However, only doing the minimum can leave you in a precarious position. Because if something comes up—and something always comes up—you’re suddenly behind on your goal, and that can really hurt morale.

So here are some goal setting tips to crush NaNoWriMo this year:

1. Start off strong, so you can end strong.

There is a simple fact about motivation. It starts strong and wanes with time. 

Now to be honest, you won’t be able to write a book with motivation alone. It requires a lot of discipline, and you’ll have to write even when you don’t feel like it.

But a great way to get the most out of that early motivation is to channel it into higher early output.

We all know that 50,000 words split over 30 days is 1667 words a day. But authors who win NaNoWriMo often don’t start there. They shoot for 2,500-3,000 words a day in the first week. That way they build up a buffer for the later weeks where motivation isn’t as high.

Plus, it gives them great forward momentum on their project. So consider setting higher goals early and taking advantage of your early NaNo fervor.

2. Account for daily life.

Even if you've cleared your calendar for November, life has a knack for throwing curveballs. 

Kids get sick. Work projects pop up. You know what I mean. If your word count goal is teetering on the edge of feasibility, any small disturbance can throw it off. 

To combat this, make plans and backup plans. Schedule your writing time around family gatherings. Plan what happens if you miss a day. Set yourself up for success before those situations arise.

3. Use the buddy system.

Find a writing buddy to be accountable to. It could be a friend participating in NaNoWriMo, or even someone you connect with in the NaNo community. 

Check in with each other daily. Celebrate your wins, commiserate over the tricky bits, and hold each other accountable. 

Sometimes, knowing someone else is in the trenches with you can be incredibly motivating.

4. Have weekly check-ins.

Instead of focusing solely on daily targets, also have a weekly goal. This gives you a broader view and allows for some flexibility. If you have a slower day, you can make up for it later in the week without feeling like you've thrown the entire month off course.

5. Actually track your goals.

Obviously, you need to track your goals, but there are multiple ways to do it.

Dabble integrates with NaNoWriMo, so you don’t have to manually submit your word count. And if you fall behind a bit, Dabble will automatically adjust your daily goal accordingly to keep you on track.

But even if you’re just marking off your goals on a napkin at your desk, tracking your progress will help you stay the course to victory.

Now go forth, share your stories, and remember: it's not all about the word count; it's about the words that count.

All NaNoWriMo participants can use the discount code  NANOWRI2023 for 20% off 1 year of Dabble! Offer expires January 31, 2024.

Robert Smith is a Dabbling Writer, and a Writing Dabbler. He likes playing board games with his wife, and deconstructing plots from movies in his spare time.

Top Photo by Isaac Smith on Unsplash.

#nanowrimo #writing #writing goals #writing advice #by nano sponsor #dabble #robert smith

[tr34sure]

Good Girl || Bangchan

☆ Just a little dabble something light ☆

✩ Warnings: Smut with no plot, just plain smut.

A/n: I know that it’s been awhile since I posted so I wanted to post a little something.

You take Chan's big dick into your mouth and start bobbing your head up and down. You can feel the warmth of his cock against your tongue as you suck on it. You look up at him and see him closing his eyes in pleasure. His hands run through your hair gently as he moans.

Chan moans softly, “Such a good girl for me yeah?...”

He leans back against the wall, letting you take control of the situation. His hips start to move with yours, pushing his cock deeper into your mouth.

“Mmmm... don't stop...” You continue to suck on Chan's dick, taking it as deep into your throat as you can. You feel his warm cum building up in his cock, and you know it won't be long before he cums. You start moving your hand up and down his shaft, stroking him in rhythm with your bobbing head.

Chan moans louder “... yes... right there baby...”

His hips buck against you, pushing his cock deeper into your throat. You can feel the first spurt of his cum hit the back of your throat, and you swallow it down eagerly.

“That’s my good girl” Chan said calming down from his high gently stroking my hair.

#stray kids #skz smut #bang chan #bang chan smut #kpop fanfic #kpop smut #dabble

[giggly-squiggily]

{Headcanons to Dabbles: CLOSED!}

THE WALL PINNING AHH! *flails* I love that troupe so much kjerkjarjkeajlrejkjk I adore your brain, Nym- this is amazing! I've gotcah covered!

“Thanks, doll.”

Shinsou fullbody shivered, cheeks warming as he shot a dirty glare at his grinning boyfriend. Midoriya was back at it again with the pet names, and Shinsou was absolutely hating it!

Well…at least that he was telling himself anyway.

“What’s wrong, sugar snap?” He asked innocently, pure evil shadowing those brilliant green eyes. “You look red- are you getting sick?”

Diabolical! Shinsou closed his eyes as he willed his face to cool. He’d get him back! He had to! There was no way he was gonna let this…

Oh. That might work.

“Pumpkin?” Midoriya was still smiling, though his voice took on a touch of concern when Shinsou stared back at him, unreadable. “Babe? You good?”

“Izuku, do me a favor?” Shinsou used his soft voice- the one that made his boyfriend weak in the knees without the need of his brainwashing. “Make your hands like this.”

“Oh…oh, okay?” Stunned momentarily, Midoriya did as told, bringing both hands into a conjoined fist. Then he raised one set of fingers up. “Now what?”

Shinsou didn’t respond. Instead he locked his fingers into Midoriya’s raised ones. Seconds later he lifted their joined hands before pinning him to the wall, a hand on the back of his head protecting it. Midoriya let out a high pitched squeal before laughing, face flushing to a bright pink as he looked up at the other. “Ohoohho my- hehehello there!”

Still not speaking, Shinsou leaned in close so they were nose to nose. That only worsened the smaller boy’s blush, his giggles increasing in speed and pitch. “Hiihitoshi! Sahahahy sooohohohomething!”

But he didn’t. He just kept him there, pressing their foreheads together as his hand came back around, brushing his flaming cheek. “Izuku- look at me.” When Midoriya did, Shinsou let a slow grin pull on his lips. “Good boy.”

That did it. Midoriya made a soundless noise as his legs gave out, just barely held up by Shinsou’s steady hand. “Oh my GOD! You’re a menace!”

“Says the one insisting on pet names. You’re lucky you’re cute.” Shinsou snickered as he gently pulled Midoriya back by the chin, pecking him on the lips.

#headcanons to dabbles #dabble #shindeku #shinsou hitoshi #izuku midoriya #wall pinning #I freaking love that troupe GAH #Midoriya can't handle being called 'good boy' #it gets him WEAK #thank you for coming to my ted talk alkjrkjaerjkaejkr

[gwenphobic]

i just read your gwen x catwoman reader post and i am having a meltdown in my room. please, i need more. it was just so cute to see gwen worrying about the reader, and even cuter to see her falling hard for the reader. we all need more of that

— SO SUDDEN AND NEW

— gwen stacy x black cat!reader

a/n, posting this felt like doing the walk of shame 😞… i haven’t posted in so long. no warnings methinks besides the fact that this is extremely short.

GWEN doesn’t know what’s happening to her. She can’t think properly when she’s around you, and her stomach always hurts. Not in the way where she thinks she’s about to puke, but in the way that she thinks everything feels like way too much.

IT doesn’t help that she’s picked up the new habit of smiling like a complete loser whenever you talk to her or make some really shitty quip. It’s like— She doesn’t even know what it’s like but it makes her feel like a complete dork.

IS this the most appropriate thing to be thinking about while she resting on the wall in an alley way while licking her wounds until the next unfortunate fight? Probably not, but she’s doing it anyway.

“HEY itsy bitsy,” a voice greets out of nowhere. Gwen doesn’t jump because she had sensed it, she jumps because she sees who it is. You stand before her in all your external glory. A smile falls to her lips, and she feels lucky for the mask. “You look rough,” you tell her.

“THANKS, I always appreciate it,” Gwen says dryly, but she really does. She appreciates all your stupid stupid jokes. She could listen to them forever over and over again. “Have anything planned tonight, kitty?” she asks.

YOU step closer to her. “If I did, I wouldn’t tell you, now would I?” you say. Gwen ignores the way her stomach internally explodes. “Guess not,” is all she can manage. You stop walking just before your and Gwen’s noses can touch.

“I really appreciated what you did for me a few weeks back,” you say, “taking me to that hospital. It was nice of you.” Gwen swallows, exhaling a shaky breath. “It’s my job,” she murmurs. You roll your eyes in reply.

“EITHER way, can I give you something to.. display my gratitude?” you ask. Gwen feels like she can hear her heart just pick up a beat and then another beat. At this rate, she feels like her heartbeat is at at least 300 beats per minute. The thumping sound rings loud in her ears. “I— I wouldn’t mind that,” she says.

YOU grin and take something out one of your pockets. “I know a big time hero like you would expect more,” you start as you take her hand, “but you’ll have you suck it up.” You slip a sleek black necklace into her hand.

GWEN stares at the necklace, swallowing. She asks, “Did you steal this?” You roll your eyes. “I bought it, matter a fact, but if you don’t want it—,” you say before Gwen cuts you off, “No, I want it.” She says it softer and more kind than she intended. She stares at you in your eyes while she says it. It makes your heart stutter for a second.

“YEAH, well, don’t get used to me being this nice,” you replies after a moment. Your cheeks feel hot. Gwen laughs quietly. “Wouldn’t dream of it,” she replies. What is this feeling?

YOU both just stare at each other for a moment before Gwen sighs. “Well, um, I’ve gotta get going,” she says. You nods quickly and add, “Me too. Crimes to make and places to rob.”

Gwen looks at you once more with soft eyes that are hidden beneath the mask. “Right,” she replies, “see you then, Cat.” You blow her a kiss. “Cya Spider.”

#gwen stacy x villain!reader #gwen stacy x y/n #gwen stacy x you #dabble #gwen stacy x reader #gwen stacy #✧.* sadie writes

[fatdink]

Gwen Stacy doesn’t remember her mother, not really.

She knows who her mother is— the basic fundamentals at least. She knows how her dad and her mother fell in love. She knows that she’s supposed to be sad when June 21st rolls around, and she is but not for the right reasons.

She mourns a lost relationship, the fact that Gwen Stacy will never have a mother.

Maybe that makes her jealous of Miles in the slightest who’s so close to his mother. She tries not to be, but she can’t quite help it. It’s the envious green in her stomach when she sees the two interact— it’s a terrible feeling that she shouldn’t feel.

“If you stay over today then you gotta come to church with us on Sunday,” Miles says, his hand brushing her knuckles. Gwen intertwines them without thought. This is new. It’s a welcome kind of new but new nonetheless.

Gwen’s family isn’t very religious. They’re Irish Catholic, sure, but they only go to church on Easter and Christmas. They only pray before every meal because apparently her mother had. It leaves Gwen with a dull feeling while she eats.

Peter had been Jewish, but he only practiced a few customs. He celebrated most holidays and kept kosher, but he also had Christmas at the Stacy house. He and Gwen bought each other gifts every December 25th.

Gwen nods and shrugs. “Alright then,” she says, leaving a soft peck on Miles’ cheek. He likes that, she’s noticed, when she’s all touchy with him. He smiles at her

#dabble #gwen stacy #gwiles #ghostflower #miles morales #rio morales #work in process

[maelstroms-blog]

Chronic pain Hob is something i hold dear, inspired by @softest-punk chronic Hob fics

Enjoy

The walk to the park wasn't long, even less when he had company. Hob glanced at his cosmic entity boyfriend, despite his stoic demeanor, there was a light in his blue eyes, a light that only Hob was allowed to see.

Feeding the birds had become one of their favourite past times, walking hand in hand to sit in what Hob affectionately called 'Dream's brooding bench.'

The words had been met with his iconic pout, yet he still gripped his hand. The image of Dream feeding the birds like the softie he was, it filled Hob with a warm feeling he hadn't felt in centuries. It didn't matter how many loaves he had to buy, he would purchase every bakery in the country just to see Dream smile.

But today was different.

He should have known when he awoke to a familiar ache, radiating from his knee. Despite his history with said knee, he pushed it to the back of his mind. Him and Dream had a day planned, and he would be damed if he'd let a little ache stop him.

He hid his limp, especially when he saw Dream waiting for him, out the New Inn. He was dressed in his usual black attire, hands shoved into his coat pockets. But those beautiful, blue eyes sparkled like the night sky when he spotted Hob. He pulled out a pale, thin hand and reached out to him, beckoning him closer. The sight alone was enough for Hob to forget about his pain, and everything else around him.

'Hello, duck,' he grabbed Dream's hand, smiling when he squeezed back. For this, he could ignore a little knee pain, just for a few hours. He's managed for a lot longer.

Hob was doing pretty well, they fell into their usual habit, Hob talking, Dream listening. Every so often, he glances at Dream's face, admiring his profile, his pale skin, perfect, rosebud mouth and those cheekbones. Hob isn't ashamed to admit that he stumbled a few times. Because of this, the pain returned with a vengeance. A particular spasm made him wince. He leaned on his other leg, trying to relieve his bad led in any way possible.

He must not have done a good job of hiding, a deep voice broke through his haze,

'Hob, are you alright?'

Hob blinked, forcing his face into a more neutral expression,

'Course I am, love, why do you ask?'

'You have been limping for the past few minutes, and you hissed, as if in pain.'

Hob mentally swore,

'I'm fine, just woke up with a stiff knee is all.'

Dream did not look convinced.

'A stiff knee?' A dark eyebrow quirked up, disappearing under a strand of black hair,

'A stiff knee would not have you squeezing my hand to such an extent.'

Confused, Hob looked down at their joined hands, he was clutching Dream's hand so tight that his knuckles looked ready to burst from his skin. Hob gasped, yanking his hand away. Along Dream's palm, he saw, with horror, the half moon imprints of his fingernails.

'Oh, Dream!' Hob started, sick with guilt, 'I'm so sorry, I wasn't thinking.'

Dream said nothing, he just watched as Hob took his palm and gently rubbed at the marks.

'Forgive me, I didn't know,' his heart was racing and in his panic, his knee pain returned full force.

Dream gently removed his hand from Hob's grasp and placed it on his shoulder,

'Be honest, are you in pain?'

Hob gazed into those eyes, another lie ready on his tongue. He swallowed.

'...yes.'

Immediately, Dream's expression changed, his eyebrows knitting together in concern,

'What happened?' Anger flashed in his eyes, 'Who hurt you?'

Hob shook his head, 'No one, love, well, no one living at least.'

He couldn't help but smile at his lover's head tilt,

'It's just a flare up from an old war wound, don't ask me which one, they all sort of blurred together.

'Why did you not tell me?'

Hob rubbed the back of his neck,

'I didn't want to cancel our day,' he quietly admitted, Dream heard it clearly, and in an instant, his eyes shimmered.

'Don't worry, I'll be fine, we'll be sitting down in a minute,' he grabbed Dream's hand again, making sure to be gentle,

'Come on, we don't want to keep the birds waiting.'

As he turned to cross the street, he found himself colliding with his bedroom wall. Through bleary eyes, he caught sight of sand disappearing into thin air.

'Ow,' he rubbed his nose, luckily, his bad knee was safe, still aching, but safe.

'Apologies,' Dream gently turned him, 'I did not expect you to walk away.'

Still a little dazed, Hob merely said, 'It's alright, duck,' he tried to walk out of the door,

'But we better head to the park before it gets dark.'

It took just one step for Hob's knee to give up, it buckled and Hob fell. He would've landed on his hardwood floor had it not been for Dream's quick reflexes. Hob swore, aloud this time, he looked up into Dream's face, embarrassed at the worry visible there.

'I'll be alright in a minute, I just need to-,'

Hob suddenly felt weightless. Did he just die? Was this his soul leaving his body?

No, it was Dream, holding him bridal style. Hob blushed deeply,

'Dream!'

The Dream king did not listen, carrying him effortlessly despite Hob being the bigger of the two. His protests were ignored as he was put to bed,

'Dream, really, this isn't necessary.'

With a sudden pinch of sand, his skin felt chilled.

His clothes were gone. Hob couldn't help letting out an undignified yelp, pulling the blankets around him.

'Be calm, Hob Gadling, it is not anything I haven't seen before.'

Hob shit him a glare, even at the tiny smirk on his lover's face. With another pinch, he was fully dressed, this time in his comfiest pyjamas.

'Be at ease, I shall return momentarily,' with a swish of his coat, he was gone. Hob made to follow but his knee protested, loudly. He gritted his teeth to stop him from crying out, now that he wasn't moving, he could feel every stab of pain shooting up his leg. He pulled up his pyjama leg, carefully, the cool air did nothing to ease the heat radiating from his swollen knee. The long, ugly scar standing out even more from his tanned skin. He didn't dare touch it.

Dream reappeared without a sound, holding a mug of hot tea and some painkillers. Resigned to his fate, Hob silently accepted the tea and downed two tablets, dry.

'You don't have to stay with me,' Hob grimaced, 'You can go onto the park if you want.'

Dream looked offended,

'Why would I leave you here to suffer alone?'

Without another word, he placed his hands on Hob's knee. He tensed, then found himself melting into his touch. Dream's hands warmed until they rivalled his hot water bottle. The relief almost brought tears to his eyes.

'You will answer me honestly,' Dream started, his voice deeper, 'Why did you not inform me of your pain?'

Hob was quiet at first, just sipped his tea, but, whether it was from Dream's penetrating gaze or his magic hands, Hob found himself spilling his guts.

'This was our first day off in weeks, I didn't want to cancel on you, just because of a bum knee,' sadness washed over him,

'I'm sorry for disappointing you.'

The heat suddenly disappeared, Hob looked up to see Dream staring at him,

'You are correct, Hob Gadling, I am disappointed.'

Hob bowed his head, only looking up when a cold finger touched his chin, he forced himself to look up again, meeting star filled eyes.

'I am disappointed because my lover thought I would rather have him suffer in silence than tell me of his pain,'

'But our day-'

'There will be plenty of opportunities to feed the birds, but there is only one Hob Gadling.'

He gently cupped Hob's face,

'I need you to be happy and healthy, I don't ever want you to hide your pain from me, I want you to tell me so I can help. You always tell me I am good at listening, so, why do you not take advantage?'

He ended with a cold kiss to Hob's forehead,

'Please, let me help.' The words were quiet, it could have been his imagination but he knew Dream's voice. Hob looked up, into Dream's face, too choked up to speak, he merely nodded.

Satisfied, Dream changed into his own sleepwear, stolen from Hob, and lay down next to him, resting his head on his shoulder. He pressed his long legs against Hob, easing his knee with warmth once again.

'Rest, Hob, the birds will still be there tomorrow,' and with that, Dream snuggled in closer. It might have been the medicine, his bed or his lover's influence, he felt his eyes grow heavy. He placed his mug on the bedside table and buried his face in Dream's messy hair,

'Thank you,' he mumbled, sleep pulling him under. The last thing he saw was those blue eyes, gazing at him lovingly, those two stars followed him into the Dreaming

********

'This isn't really what I was picturing,' Hob admitted, peering through a haze of what Dream called "the orbs". The pair were sitting in Fiddler's Green, the grass as soft as clouds and the sun as warm as Dream's hands were, surrounded by the Dreaming's entire winged population.

Dream looked up, scratching the chin of a tiny, purring gargoyle,

'What do you mean?'

'Well,' Hob had to choose his words carefully, wary of the eyes on him,

'I was sort of picturing real birds,' he whispered.

Dream smiled, 'It matters not, they are winged creatures,' the gargoyle snatched a crust from the Dream King's hand, nibbling it like a hamster.

'What about me?' Matthew cawed, perched on Dream's shoulder,

'Sorry, Matthew, I don't know if you count,'

'And you do not like bread,'

Matthew ruffles his feathers, 'It would be nice to be offered.'

#the sandman #dreamling #dream of the endless #ferdinand kingsley #tom sturridge #dream x hob #neil gaiman #dabble #criticism welcome #the sandman comics #comfort

[xx-sketchy-xx]

Sketchy, hear me out on this…

Do you see Sally as a raging lesbian?

Hmm, maybe no

#welcome home art #welcome home au #Gay #sally starlight #doodle #dabble #gay sun #asks #this is great #i have no idea

[imyourjettt]

“It’s alright, I know it can be hard for someone like ya’self looking at a handsome devil like me,” Javier says playfully while raising his hand to his chest in a dramatic gesture. You can tell he was only joking around however, you couldn’t help but think he was slightly flirting (which wouldn’t be the first time).

You look over at him taking in his broad appearance, “Yes, it sure can be hard, Javier,” you say sarcastically.

“Well maybe you would like a closer look, huh?” he says as he draws his cigarette to his lips, taking a drag, exhaling the smoke slowly as he watches you. He throws his cigarette on the floor, stomping the flame out, “I can make sure I’m close up, Cariño.”

He stalks forward closing the space between you and him. You find yourself stuck between him and the wall behind you. He lifts his hand above you, against the wall, trapping you in. His eyes fell onto you, watching your every move, and studying your reaction. He’s so close you could practically feel his body heat. You tried to spit out a sentence yet it was just a stuttering mess.

“Now what’s the matter? Am I making you nervous?” he smiles as he tilts his head, what a sly dog he is. His voice drops down to a slurry whisper, “You just gotta get used to me, then we can have some real fun.”

Your breath hitches as you feel his breath as he spoke. “Javier…” you say in a whisper, “don’t tease me, please.”

He barks out a laugh, "You know I can't help it." He drops his head down just above your ear, "But you could always find out how far I'm willing to go," he purrs.

You couldn't help but groan at the thought of Javier having his way with you. Your eyes roam between his eyes and his lips, trying to decide your next move. Javier watches you closely as he waits for your decision. After a moment passes he brings his face closer to yours while letting his hand travel up behind your neck. He gently angles in up, giving him full access. "Make a choice, Corazón," he says almost strained.

Shivers run down your back as you push back into his touch. "Yes, Javier, please,"

His eyes glint with excitement as you spoke. He wastes no time; his other hand slides around your waist drawing you completely in, while his lips finally meet yours. He kisses you deeply, the grip on your neck soft yet firm. His kisses become desperate as his tongue explores every part of your mouth. As you try and keep up with his pace he groans into the kiss like a starving man. After what seems like a lifetime (a damn good one), he pulls away gently. "That's better," he says while resting his forehead against yours.

#dabble #rdr2 fanfic #rdr2 javier #javier escuella #javier escuella x reader #javier escuella fanfic #imyourjettt #not proofread

[crimsonred-hi]

Week of Dabbles: day 6

Too Fuckin Early

Andrew only fell asleep a couple of hours ago, after spending a night working on music of sorts. In the end not much work was done by the time he lay himself beside her.

Just to be awakened by the sunlight filtering through his window; he turned to his lover's pillow to check whether she was still asleep. To his amusement, she was now missing, her side of their bed is stone cold.

He turned around, and there he saw her on the balcony looking over the landscape: a vast green, misted valley that lays close to his home can be seen from his balcony.

It’s truly gorgeous.

She’s waiting patiently for the day's first rays, in awe at how the world comes to life. She didn't even notice he was up and awake when he approached her, only when he put his arms around her and held her tight. Gentle kisses pressed to the back of her neck. They both silently enjoyed the first moments of the day together.

“It’s too fuckin early…”

#andrew hozier byrne #hozier x reader #hozier #the hoziest #hozier imagine #hozier my beloved #hozier fluff #unreal unearth #dabble

[jinxgrenades]

Also on the same note, when we working together, when the night stretches and It’s just the two of us, he becomes so touchy.

His hand comes and rests on your knee under the table, later kneading the flesh of your thigh when he’s thinking real hard on an equation, his pinky going up and up and up each time he scribbles something in his messy writing at the messy papers over the table and just making your work harder.

Resting his read on your shoulder when peeking at your notes, his low tone makes shivers run up and down your neck where his breath makes the hairs at your neck move slightly and your brain go blank.

The way Viktor becomes stuck at his work, and gets distracted with you just beside him, but is too serious to just straight ask for anything.

So he will just stay there at your side to the point he's resting his face against yours, caressing your neck with his nose like a puppy until you just have to turn and ask:

“Can I help with something, Viktor?”

His hand goes higher, and his pinky reaches his goal.

“Actually, yes.”

#viktor arcane x reader #viktor smut #viktor x reader #viktor arcane #arcane smut #viktor x you #dabble #I lied #lemme be

[theladyofdeath]

Hi, maybe I have a prompt for you.

Rhys helps Nyx to get to bed and when Feyre checks on both of them and asks if he is already asleep Nyx lifts his head and says "Yes, sound asleep".

(Story freely invented 🙃)

A/N: To tell you that I love this prompt is an understatement. Please enjoy the fluff!

"Don't wanna go to bed." Nyx sat on the couch with his little arms crossed and his brows drawn low. His frown was fully set, but it didn't stop Rhysand from walking to his son and tossing him over his shoulder, effortlessly.

Feyre chuckled. "It's late, buddy. Me and daddy are going to bed, too."

Rhysand shot her a suggestive look, complete with a brow wiggle and a wink.

"Not tired," Nyx said with a sigh, lying over Rhysand's shoulder like a dead weight. "Hungry."

"You're not hungry," Feyre reassured him. Even though he was a growing toddler, he'd eaten seconds and thirds at dinner, and had an after-bath snack of strawberries, cheese, crackers, and sausage.

"I'm starving!" Nyx protested, but Rhysand was already walking him up the stairs.

"I'll come in a minute after you brush your teeth to tell you goodnight," Feyre promised, as she picked up Nyx's plate up off the coffee table and carried it into the kitchen to wash. Once it was sparkling clean, Feyre made her way upstairs and peeked into Nyx's room.

Rhysand was buttoning up the top of Nyx's pajamas. Nyx still had a frown on his face, but he resigned, accepting his fate. After a hug and a kiss and countless I love you's, Feyre was walking back out of the bedroom, cracking the door closed.

It was just after eight, which meant that she could at least get one more full load of laundry done before she was too tired to do anymore. After grabbing a sorted basket from the master bedroom, Feyre was walking back downstairs to the laundry room, where she moved what was in the washer to the dryer, what was in the dryer to a laundry basket, and what was dirty into the washing machine. She was the only one that did the laundry, after Rhys had turned an entire load of whites to pink with a sneaky red sock. He's claimed that he's learned since then, but one of Feyre's favorite t-shrits had been in that load and she had never forgotten.

After the newly cleaned clothes were folded, Feyre was walking back upstairs to put them away. When she passed by Nyx's room, she could hear Rhysand's voice, low and gentle, reading Goodnight Moon. She waited outside the door for just a minute, listening to his voice, letting it calm her.

From the second that Feyre found out she was pregnant, Rhysand had been an amazing father. He was made for fatherhood.

Feyre carried the laundry basket to the master bedroom and put everything away before stripping off her leggings and sweater, and putting on a nightgown. After cleaning her face and brushing her hair, she was making her way back down the hall.

As she stood outside of Nyx's room, it was silent. She gave it a minute, just to be sure, before pushing open the door. "Is he asleep?" she whispered into the dark.

But then Nyx's head popped up, and with a grin, he said, "Yes, sound asleep."

Unable to help herself, Feyre huffed a laugh and stepped inside. As she approached the little twin bed, she witnessed quite the display. Both boys were under the heap of blankets, but it was Rhysand whose head was against the pillow, his eyes closed and his mouth hanging open.

"Daddy was sleepy, mama," Nyx whispered. "Shhh. Don't wake him up."

"I see that," Feyre whispered, sitting on the edge of the bed, "but he was supposed to be putting you to sleep, goofball."

Nyx shrugged. "He finished the story and I started patting his back. Then he started snoring."

"Mhmm." Feyre chuckled and leaned over Nyx to brush Rhysand's hair back. "I guess daddy's sharing your bed tonight. Come on. Lay down."

Without a fight, Nyx started getting comfortable, only to stop to kiss Rhysand's forehead. "Night night, daddy."

She swore Rhys smiled in his sleep.

Once Nyx was comfortable, Feyre laid down beside him, barely able to fit on the little bed with all three of them. She patted Nyx's back and sang him a quiet lullaby until he, too, fell asleep.

Not wanting to go to bed alone, Feyre stayed, admiring her two boys, the spitting image of one another, until she drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

#feysand #nyx #fanfic #fanfiction #oneshot #drabble #dabble #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acosf #acofas #feyre x rhysand #rhysand x feyre #parenthood fic #sjm fanfiction #fluff #tara answers prompts