#mushie drabbles

[mushiewrites]

there’s a storm happening and I can’t sleep and an idea popped into my brain and now I give u this lil drabble

enjoy ⛈️

“Not yet, idiot! It didn’t happen yet.”

“I cahahan’t help it!”

Another flash of lightning lit up the room and Dream’s fingers were back at it, squeezing gently at George’s ribs, making the older boy squirm in his arms with a loud cackle, this time perfectly masked with a booming round of thunder.

The power had gone off a little while ago, leaving George and Dream without a projector for their movie night. They decided to stay cuddled up and listen to the rain together, with George’s back pressed against Dream’s front, slotted together as close as they could be.

It didn’t take long until the blonde’s wandering hands found George’s sensitive sides, climbing their way up to his ribs and making him squeal. It was at that moment that a clap of thunder had sounded through the room, hiding George’s laughter as the room lit up when a strike of lightning followed.

Dream decided to turn it into a game, tickling George and only digging in when he thought the thunder would conceal the high pitched squeals and cackles from the brunette. George complained the whole time, not really minding the childish games but finding it fun to try and escape anyway.

“It’s gonna happen…..now!” Dream exclaimed, digging into George’s back ribs and making him howl. To the blonde’s disappointment, it sounded off a few seconds later, George’s laughter spilling into the air and bouncing off the walls with ease.

“Nahaha, you idiot! Stahahap!”

“How about…..now!”

“Nohohoho!”

“I’ll get it next time, Georgie, don’t worry!”

And so the rest of the night was spent like this - George in Dream’s arms, being tickled to hysterics all because of a thunderstorm.

#lee!george #ler!dream #i don’t know i’m sleepy and floaty and this is all i can think about #so have fun with this #whatever this is #mushie drabbles #mcyt tickle #my stuff

[loakstahni]

°Please.. Let me hear you.°

22yo!Neteyam x fem na'vi mate

Mdni! Whiny nete, p in v, gentle-ish sex, creampie. Etc-

It had started off as soft kisses after you fixed his messed up braids, you didn't even get enough time to re-braid them, so his hair was just loose accept for his queue.

He had gently laided you on the hand-made human looking bed, taking his time with gently kissing your neck, shoulders and then your sensitive breasts.

Neteyam's rough but soft hands gently untie your loincloth, gently brushing his thumb over your nub before gently pushing a finger inside your dripping heat.

"Nete.. I-I dont need that.. Need this.." You'd whine softly, your tail brushing over the bulge in his loincloth. He sucks in a breath, before he carefully pulls his finger out of you, seeing you were right, you were soaked.

He licks his finger clean of your juices and unties his loincloth from his hips and base of his tail.

Neteyam gently pulls your legs up and over his shoulder, moving to hover right over you. "I promise my moon, I will be vary gentle.." He promises, gently cupping your cheek, brushing his thumb over your cheek bone.

"I trust you.. Your so good to me ma 'teyam.." You whispers back, arching your back up into him.

Neteyam nods softly, moving his free hand down to his hard length, lining up the mushroom-like head to your hole before gently pushing his hips forward.

You'd whine softly, head falling back agaisnt the bedding as your soft walls instantly hug his length tightly, making the soft spines on the underside of his cock poke at your walls just right.

Neteyam gently starts thrusting in and out, one hand holding your thigh while the other held your hand tightly.

He hid his face in the top of your thigh, his groans barely muffled.

"T-tey tey.. L-lemme hear them.. P-please.." You mumble out between soft mewls and whines of your own.

Neteyam lifts his head, his loose hair falling over his shoulders with a rough moan. His yellow eyes rolled back as he starts pushing his hips agaisnt your at a slightly faster pace, still keeping a gentle rhythm though.

"K-keep squeezing me.. Ngh.. J-just like that.." Neteyam groans softly, his ears drooped and flushed red.

Your walls start gripping his length tighter as you near your high at a fast pace. "N-nete! G-gonna.. P-please!.." You mewl, your legs shivering and back arching.

He hisses slightly as you clench around him, gushing your clear arousal all over his length.

"N-ngh! Oh fuck!" He whines, pushing his face into your shoulder as he desperately starts shoving his hips against yours, his thick knot starting to stretch you open.

"P-please.. Let me knot you.. Please.. Please.." He begs softly, his ears tucked under his hair as you give a soft nod.

Neteyam bits his lower lip hard, drawing blood as he shoves forward again, diving his knot inside of you, the spines on the underside of his cock getting stiffer as he unloads himself inside you with a deep, broken up moan.

"Easy.. Breathe tey.." You coo softly, gently rubbing his back. Neteyam pants agaisnt your shoulder as you both calm down.

"Thank you.. My sweet moon.." He whispers, gently kissing your collar bone, pressing his forehead to yours with a soft smile.

#neteyam x reader #avatar way of water #avatar smut #Mushy's drabbles

[star-quill]

I feel like Peter (rockstar, neighbor, regular guardian… any version) would be the kind of guy who would drink with you and if you get too sloppy, he’d take care of you. Even if you’re trying to undo his belt, he’d be like “no, not tonight, baby, sleep it off.”

just cried actually, he would be the absolute sweetest i know it omg

you're way too tipsy, having finished a whole bottle of wine to yourself. you were draped over peter while he sat on the sofa, his hand around your waist. he was rubbing your back gently, and you thought he wanted more with you. so you reached down to his zipper, fumbling and trying to open it.

"baby, what're you doin'?"

"m'gonna suck you o-off.."

"not tonight, baby.. you're too drunk, ok?"

"m'not!"

"baby, not tonight.."

you just whined and huffed away from him. he just sighs, pulling you into his chest before standing up, taking you to bed.

"you need sleep, baby.. ok?"

"need you.."

"c'mon.. you're way too drunk.."

"m'not! i told you!"

"baby, listen to me.. please?"

eventually you just gave in, letting him lay you down on the bed, before he removed your shorts and underwear, and then grabbed some pyjama shorts and wiggled them onto you. he sat you up and took off your shirt and bra, slipping one of his old t-shirts onto you. your eyes fluttered closed as he lay you back down and within seconds, you were asleep. he just smiled, ran his knuckle over your cheek and leaned down to kiss your forehead. he then got changed himself, before getting in beside you, laying on his back and trying to get to sleep himself.

he couldn't sleep much, he just kept checking on you, making sure you were ok and still asleep. after an hour, he managed to doze off, but was woken up immediately by you turning in the bed, curling into his side.

"m'sorry.."

"s'ok, baby.. c'mere.."

he let you turn back around, before he slid up against you, pulling your back to his chest. he kissed your shoulder, and whispered in your ear, telling you to go back to sleep. you could almost cry from how gentle and protective of you he was being.

when you awoke in the morning, peter was nowhere to be seen, but there was a glass of water and some advil tablets beside it. then you saw the note.

i'm making breakfast, i'll bring it through when it's ready. take some of these if you need it. love you. p x

#guys im gonna cry im going thru my inbox/drafts #and remembered this one #and im feeling so mushy n soft #peter quill #peter quill x reader #peter quill drabble #peter quill fluff #guardians of the galaxy #gotg #✎ peter quill #answered #anon

[abysswalkersknight]

'Bah!'

'Hm, humans are strange creatures indeed, you would laugh for such a scary fae like myself?'

'Alright, one more time. Look at me Silver'

'Bah!'

Just another practise sketch because I wanted to try out a different brush. Turns out this one feels much better then the one I originally used and it comes out cleaner.

Also I may have wanted to see Malleus pull a funny face for once and not his sexy glower.

#knight's art #malleus draconia #silver twst #I got the inspiration from an anime called Karakuri Circus #and one of the scenes really suited either Malleus or Lilia #Im also loving this new brush even tho its just a pencil it helps me work much faster and cleaner #I was going to write a full drabble for this but my brain's all mushy with writing right now so art it is

[sisterdivinium]

They both panted as Jillian broke off the kiss and retreated a step.

“How far are we going with this?” She asked.

Mother Superion eyed her, undecided as to pulling her veil back on or not.

“Is it just a distraction?” Jillian went on, pondering mournfully. “Because I’d like to know beforehand if I’m simply to be used again.”

Suzanne frowned, cupping her cheek, running a gentle thumb over Jillian’s lips. “Im not Adriel. Would you risk your vocation, salvation, for lust alone?”

Jillian turned her head, kissing the hand upon her face.

“… All the way, then?”

“Beyond even Heaven.”

#doctor superion #jillian salvius #mother superion #warrior nun #warrior nun drabble #oh hey a mushy thing lol #narratives and similar

[pzfr]

Oh 'Fairy Eyes,' your countenance has earned our cosmic contender's caution.

♫

Another part of the city, there the day began. Rex was getting some doo-dad repaired at a specialty shop. And as he stood outside for want of fresh air, he spied nearby a party celebrating a couple, one of whom wore the regalia to be regarded as a prince. The Earthborn alien was more a dragon of disaster, an ogre without a memetic franchise.

For a fleeting moment, two visions met: a friend of the happy couple. The opposite, being more pupil than white sclera. Under certain lighting, it was either nearly a solid color, or partial color gushing out of darkness. Either way, they were rife with shine spots. Never dry: As if tears of sorrow could happen in an instant, or a great gleam. These peepers reminded Rex of paintings of places that felt haunted, but with no obvious spectre pervading them. It was like the quality had been instilled into a person.

Hauntingly beautiful.

Rex turned away once his things were fixed, so that he might begin to leave. After some distance was achieved he looked over his shoulder to see that she was still looking, with those Fairy Eyes. He'd seen something like that in shoujo manga, especially when they had or emulated the trends from the 70s. And he was split between doubting himself for concern of paranoia setting in, or if Fairy Eyes legitimately took a few steps in his direction to watch him as he started to go.

No. He was certain that was a wistful smile. Welcoming, even.

Haphazardly so, though.

____

The shadow of a blue-tinted night sky seemed to herald successful evasion. Unsuccessful were the few rounds Rex spent at several cabinets, in an arcade not his usual. The fact that a one-night only screening at a theater had all of its showings cancelled. Fortune to the last, for he was able to find a decent place to acquire some eats. But if it were as easy as grabbing his grub and going along his merry way, I wouldn't have been here to say:

There she was again. Outside, with a twinkle of those Fairy Eyes. She hadn't noticed him though. Surely this was pure coincidence. Still, Rex opted to wait indoors for a while, using the dinner rush crowd as cover before he tiptoed out the front door, and zoomed towards his apartment home. He would probably have to reheat his meal along the way.

____

In a sudor chilled, Rex jolted upright in bed, trying to catch his own startled breath.

♫

Many a dream about monsters and horrors inhuman were cause for wonder. But this had been more of a nightmare: no matter his efforts to move forward, there would always be some scenario where Fairy Eyes found her way there and participated closely. Was this some sort of regret he did not allow himself to reach out earlier?

He saw the yearning this stranger felt at the sight of happy friends. Perhaps, Rex felt some as well on occasion, this being one such instance. But he also knew that hurried trust could lead to untenable places. Be it wronging them, or their seeking something he simple could not offer, or an awful amalgam of both.

____

In any case. Since that day and its sleepless night, Rex would occasionally catch the glimpse of that visage that would lock-onto him, once more. The original, but sometimes others. Differentiated by pupil color and minute deviations of shape. But they were all similar enough to bear the title, the descriptor of Fairy Eyes....

And Rex would attempt to get on with his life instead of lingering on this. But he'd always glance over his shoulder again. Uncertain whether it was his own confusing feelings, or some danger in disguise.

#[ic] Stand A Chance #[drabbles] astonishing anecdotes #//something. I think very different than usual. A nod to josei/shojo. Also Rex feeling weird conflicted and maybe even a little mushy #lonesome spells egging it on a bit #recent viewings of a series got me to picturing stuff. nothing concrete just. vibes

[elysianeclipxe]

Sorry, but chan with kids is just ncjbufanob MY HEART

Okay, so I was listening to something a while back and instantly came up with the idea of chan reading to kids and just being the cutest with them. Maybe him being a volunteer at a daycare or something. Y’all remember that episode of inside seventeen about the 2021 online concert they did, right? That doremi concept with the mini doremiz. I have been watching that on repeat

Brainrot #1 - chan is great with kids

Just imagine this, you and your boyfriend chan walk into the daycare centre ready to apply because it’s a quick side job to do after college classes plus the payment isn’t too bad. While you’re signing some documents or your length contract as a volunteer you lean your head to peek at the children in the other room, but you just instantly see HIM. So fucking cute omg. Him just playing along to some kids magic trick and genuinely looking amazed by the beginner magic. I’ll just say it now but all of the kids love him, like his name is called every 5 seconds by another kid wanting him to play with them. You’re both accepted as the new volunteers and told to either observe or learn hands on how to take care of the children for the day since y’all start next week. You decide to just observe and obviously chan is doing it hands on. A couple of the children approach you and sit around you asking you all these questions. You just get so consumed conversing with the little ones that you forget to check how he’s doing with the other kids.

You look over at him and find him already looking at you. HIM LOOKING AT YOU WITH SO MUCH LOVE IN HIS EYES. So you blush and send a wave over to which he grins in response. ANYWAY, he hangs around with the kids even more and even dances with them when they want to. He looks so hyped, damn cute just vibing with them kids. He honestly is just a bigger version of a child, he’s adorable. They’re hyper, he’s hyper, at that point all the older workers are just chuckling at how well he gets along with the children even if it’s his first time meeting them. When did you get such a cute boyfriend? This job should have contained a warning that if you apply with your significant other and watch them with kids it might just be too sweet for your heart to handle!!!!

I haven’t even gotten to my favourite part which is… READING TIME!!!!!! THIS IS WHAT I THOUGHT OF SO SHUT UP AND LISTEN TO ME RANT ABOUT IT!!! It’s nearing the evening and he decides that it’s time for reading time so when the children’s parents pick them up they’ll be tired and sleep quicker. He gathers all the children by the reading corner and picks out a classic storybook and reads it to the kids. He makes sure to add emotion into his voice and emphasise on the scary/sad parts. The type to make sound effects, like if he were reading The Three Little Pigs then he’d probably go, “so he Huffed, and Puffed, and BLEW THE HOUSE DOWN” whilst making a loud blowing sound that has the children whining on how the big bad wolf blew another house down. He made sure to interact with the little ones as he read the story, it’s like a cute interactive experience for them. The children are pretty sleepy after chan finishes his story, right on time for the parents to pick up their children. You both walk home and he totally goes on about how fun today was and how he can’t wait till next week… He’s especially excited to see how you deal with the kids, since maybe it’ll come in handy for you both in the future hehe

can y'all guess who my bias is? it's dino, duh. also yes, i am a carat and yes, i do write for kpop groups as well.. but only the ones i stan since i'm familiar with them. i hope this turned out well but tbh this is more for me to openly simp over HIM. also i feel like i should write something like this for the other doremi members... it's only fair, right <33

© elysianeclipxe. all rights reserved. do not copy, repost, translate, or modify my content onto other platforms.

#astrid writes🌸 #seventeen x reader #seventeen #seventeen dino #dino #lee chan #dino x reader #chan x reader #seventeen drabbles #dino fluff #seventeen imagines #dino imagines #brainrot #HE IS SO CUTE OMFG #PLEASE MY HEART IS GETTING ALL MUSHY FROM THIS #😍😍😍

[ilovejuzi]

I didn't know there was that many Juzi fans

#like??? im so happy other people like that ship #and someone wrote like a mini drabble under that silly little comic #and people saying that its their comfort ship??? #lol im kinda mushy rn haha #anywaysss... maybe I'll post more juzi stuff :3 #juzi #speaking

[cold1dead1eyes]

19. carewhumper

hero whumpee pants up from the floor. their body is bloody, beaten, all scratched up.

“get up!” their leader shouts. whumpee tries, but they’re so exhausted. they can feel the ache in their bones. these months worth of nonstop exertion has finally worn their body in.

‘get up,’ whumpee wills themself, and they groan when their muscles refuse to move. ‘get up!’

then there’s a kind hand on their shivering arm. leader pushes back whumpee’s sweaty hair from their face, gently stroking their pain away. whumpee lets themself collapse into the floor.

“you’ll have to do better next time, whumpee.” leader says, and whumpee knows. they have to be strong for their team.

“you’re our last chance, you know that right?” leader keeps petting whumpee’s hair gently. whumpee stifles back a sob. they have to be good for team because without them, their mission is doomed to fail.

“please, do better next time.” ‘i will,’ whumpee promises in their head, body still aching too much to move. ‘i promise, i’ll save you all.’

prompt from @whumpay

#carewhumper #whump #whump prompt #whump drabble #whump writing #nameless whump #team whump #hero whumpee #exhaustion #whumpay2023 #whumpay #this ones short #because its friday evening and my brain is too mushy to think lol #long day! #nothing a drink and trashy tv can’t fix

[faux-fires]

(Not-a) Drabble-a-day #5

let us hold a memorial service for the 200 word a day limit because i clearly do not know her. rip my ability to keep things concise at the moment i’m taking anything under 1k as a victory

(h)anders not-a-drabble day #5, prompt, “Naked”, some (relatively) non-explicit sexy times herein

The night had been going great, but it was what happened after they fucked that throws Anders for a loop.

His experience has taught him that fucking is the climax (so to speak) of the evening, followed by a hasty separation lest you get caught. Even in the Pearl he got bounced out after finishing, Madame needing the bed for someone else.

But Hawke wants to cuddle, and Anders, unsure how it works, submits to it with a white-eyed tension that almost undoes all the good work getting his back blown out did an hour before. He's handsy. He keeps kissing Anders, on the face sure but also on the throat and chest and arms; his beard is whisper-soft. And he won't stop petting Anders, stroking his hand along the curve of his shoulder, sweeping his thumb over his ribs, fingers seeking out knots of scar tissue and tracing them with a calm acceptance Anders has no idea what to do with.

Anders knows he can be... intense. He doesn't know how not to be; the emotions are too big for him to keep inside. But he has absolutely no idea what to do with the quiet contentment on Hawke's face, the satisfaction he sees there. Perhaps it's a sex thing? Carefully he offers, "I should be ready for another round in about fifteen minutes," and when Hawke's eyes widen, adds, "Grey Warden, remember?"

"Maker's furry arse crack," Hawke breathes, his reverent tone making his blasphemous words something of a mixed message. "It's like you stepped right out of the Fade," and Anders must have misheard, because he's not - that's not - that cannot be him.

He's mean. He's paranoid. He's crazy. He's angry. He lives in a fucking sewer. He literally almost killed a helpless child not even twelve hours ago, and he feels himself flinch, but before he can open his mouth and say any of this Hawke's eyes go soft and he says, "Stay with me, love."

Anders swallows. "Where else would I go?"

Hawke shrugs. "I don't know," he says, and he rolls on top of Anders, then, in a fluid motion - Anders is aware he's flushing, his skin singing with the ghosts of before, which is ridiculous because Anders once sucked off a senior enchanter under a dining table ten minutes before curfew. He once got fingered by Neria Surana in a laundry closet right in front of a Tranquil, whose only comment was to ask him not to come on the clean towels. He once took himself in hand in the baths of the apprentice dorm with a templar wandering up and down the tubs, and came while making direct eye contact. He cannot be blushing, now, here, because Hawke is lying naked atop him, looking at him with affection.

How humiliating it is, to be brought down not by the amazing sex or the flowery words exchanged leading up to the moment, but by the aftermath - for the gentle touch of Hawke's calloused palms against his hips, the whiskery press of his beard to Anders's throat as he kisses his way along Anders' jawline. He's had so much sex, and none of it ever felt like this - the vulnerability not just of being still abed after the act but in being loved. His breathing is too quick and he's blinking too fast and Hawke doesn't seem to mind, not even slightly, and is instead treating him like something fragile: something to be treasured.

Once Anders got caught in the infirmary after hours with two other apprentices and a well-polished wooden wand, and paraded back to the dorm by Gregoir himself, not allowed time to dress: and he still felt more clothed then than he does now, when Hawke kisses him so sweetly and says, "Would you like that sandwich now, or after?"

Maker's furry arse crack, indeed.

#reikah writes recklessly #anders #hawke #handers #drabble a day #whenever i type anything about anders living in a sewer my traitor brain immediately begins blaring #WHO LIVES IN A SEWER UNDER A CITY? AN-DERS SQUARE-PANTS at mach volume #which lemme tell you #is a real mood killer when you're trying to write mushy romance about healing from ur childhood trauma #anders vs the mortifying ordeal of being loved

[mushiewrites]

Could you do 11 with lee!George and ler!Karl 😵‍💫

-emmadoodlewrites

from this post!

KNF KNF KNF KNF KNF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

11 - “Hold still, this is going to tickle a little”

(lee!George / ler!Karl : 458 words)

It was a calm afternoon in North Carolina. George and Sapnap were visiting Karl, having some plans to film a few Banter episodes and do some streams while they were all together. Even though it was a little past noon, they were just getting up, having stayed up way later than intended and making them sleep in longer than they would’ve liked to. George was the first to move, stretching his arms above his head with a groan, feeling his muscles pull as he reached higher and arched further forward. Hands were suddenly on his stomach, making him squeak quietly as he pulled his arms back to his body with a giggle. 

“Kahaharl, what are you doing?!” George whispered in fake offense, turning his body slightly so he could see the younger boy behind him. The hands were still resting along his stomach, not moving but not letting him get out of the grasp when he tried. 

“Cuddling. M’ eepy.” Karl replied, making George roll his eyes with another giggle. He looked past Karl and saw Sapnap wrapped up in the blankets, still sound asleep. Karl squeezed George’s stomach lightly, smiling into his pillow as the elder squirmed in his arms. 

“Okahahay! Sleep then, cuddle with Sap!” George fought back, grabbing Karl’s wrists and trying to pull them away from his body. Karl wiggled his fingers quickly, causing George to jump in surprise with another high pitched squeal before falling back into quiet giggles. He was trying his best to not wake up the younger of the boy’s, knowing how grumpy he can get. 

“Well I don’t wanna wake him up, silly boy. Besides, I like hearing you giggle.” Karl commented, voice just above a whisper and close to George’s ear. George felt his cheeks flush, bringing his shoulder up and rubbing at his ear a few times before letting out a small whine, falling back down against his pillow and allowing himself to press back against Karl. 

“Fine…just…behehe nice, please?” George squeezed his eyes shut as he felt Karl’s hands beginning to move again, sucking in his stomach as much as possible and whining when the tickly fingers followed anyway. 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say,” Karl shushed him, leaning forward to place a kiss against the back of George’s head. His hands sprung back to life for a second, scribbling and spidering lightly against the jumpy tummy before stopping, making George whimper as the anticipation grew. He chuckled as George’s panicked giggles spilled into the room once again as Karl repeated the action. Karl decided he had teased George enough and decided to take pity on him, pulling him in a little tighter when he began to squirm.

“Hold still, this is going to tickle a little.”

#emmadoodlewrites #asks #lee!george #ler!karl #okay this one kind of came out cute i love sleepy tks #thank u emba <3 #mushie drabbles #mcyt tickle #my stuff

[steelycunt]

hello oh my god HELLO!! insane ask prompt .. there's no coming out of this alive. but 2 or 4!! whichever choose your fav xx

HI YOU. god. well a million years later, i am here xx i'm so so so sorry xx literally nothing happens in this one either they're just smug and obsessed with each other but i don't let them be smug often enough so it felt fair xx went for two in the end xx

There’s this faint white scar, on his chin—it cleaves through his bottom lip, just slightly, and curls downwards. It’s the shape of Norway. Sirius is twelve when he first notices it, over breakfast: orange juice and fried mushrooms and his best friend’s mouth. He’s nineteen, now, when he kisses it, and that’s only in lieu of swallowing it whole.

“I need to show you—” Remus pauses, twists to spit a cherry pit into the souvenir mug they’ve balanced precariously on the chair’s arm, “I need to show you how to use the washing machine.”

Sirius stretches one arm across Remus’ waist; they’re crushed into the bile-yellow armchair they got from a second-hand furniture shop last week—a bargain, even if it took them the best part of the day to drag it, with James’ help, from the shop to their flat—and it’s all a lazy knot of hands and hipbones and dry knees, rucked up shirts and boxer shorts.

Tangle in an old shoelace. They’ve been sitting here, just like this, for hours—dust has settled, most likely. Moss has grown. My heart is like a wheel, drawls the record player.

“Not right now, you don’t.” His nose is digging into Remus’ cheek. He wants to kiss him, wants to kiss his lips and his neck and his eyelids and that lovely curl of hair, just there—which isn’t new—and so, without a second thought, he does—which is.

“Do it later,” he urges. “Won’t take long. I’d like to think I’ve acquired skills in my life thus far that will prove transferable to putting dirty clothes in a big barrel.”

“Well, I’d like to think so too, but then—I also thought you’d acquired skills that would prove transferable to using a hoover, up until last night. And my blind faith ended up making fools of us both, didn’t it?”

Sirius dismisses him with a gesture, plastic palette from the Co-op in hand; the little fruits roll like eyeballs. “You know, I’m starting think you don’t really care all that much about household chores, Moony. You just like seeing what a shite muggle I make, so that you get to be smug about it. It probably helps you cope with the reality that I make such an exceptionally talented wizard.”

“Wow.” Remus chuckles, draws his head back to look at him properly, to present him with this awful little grin—this boyish, tilting, fruit-stained grin. Everything is funny. Even the things that aren't. Days passing like the beats in a knock-knock joke. “You’re exceptionally bloody insufferable, is what you are.”

And, sat here, there’s this thing in Sirius that swells so fiercely; it bucks around inside his chest, which is the drum of a marching band, which is a pinball machine for the cherry pit he accidentally swallowed earlier. Except the cherry pit is his own heart. Except the cherry pit is the entire fucking sun. All orange.

He’s thinking about all that time spent locking themselves in broom cupboards. Co-conspirators, holding hands under the table. Notes passed on balled-up corners of parchment during class, hello, hello I like you do you like me, hello I want to see you lets skive off after lunch, we can snog behind the greenhouses yes/no? (say yes please.)

Today, standing in their very own flat. Putting their hands on each other’s faces. Not once—not fucking once, did Sirius have to check over his shoulder before they did it.

“I don’t think that’s true,” he argues, with a click of his tongue. “You seem to suffer me rather well. Look—you’re wearing my shirt.”

“That’s exactly my point, you fucking twat. All of my shirts are in the laundry,” Remus shoots back, and then—he kisses Sirius, quickly, on the mouth. Once, twice. Smiles, afterwards, as though he’s stolen something from him, and is now holding it out of Sirius’ reach. His stomach, perhaps. His spinal cord.

“What are you smiling about?” Sirius demands, regardless of the fact that he’s doing it to. It’s hard not to. They keep waking up in the same bed. His boyfriend is wearing his shirt. Later, they’re going to do laundry. He pushes his forehead against Remus’. “Stop it.”

“Nothing. I’m not, it’s only—we really live together, properly,” Remus says. He speaks quietly, as though their flat is a beast he is trying not to wake. “We don’t have to pretend anymore. Or sneak around. I just get to—suffer you, all the time.”

It catches Sirius off-guard, makes his face ache. Someone begs, let me roll it!

“Mm, lucky you,” he tries to tease, but it doesn’t land right, it’s all soft in the belly—lacks the snarky, whip-crack delivery he intended. He clears his throat, to punctuate it. Eats another cherry. Red flesh beneath his teeth.

Remus, watching him. His fine brown eyelashes. Sirius’ arm, draped across him. “Yes,” he agrees. “I think so too.”

#oh what i would do for a cherry right now......fruit of the gods i miss them theyre all i lived on this summer. i was eating like. #a palette a day. #anyway this is soooo. theyre so mushy and gross but i think maybe sometimes they deserve to be :-/ idk you be the judge xx #r/s #my fic #ridi drabbles

[stevebabey]

another one! 📽 📽

imagine it’s summer and it’s hot and the sun is so toasty on your skin and steve feels restless and spontaneous so he suggests you go on a drive so you pack some driving snacks and hit the road. it somehow ends with you and steve at lovers lake (or a less traumatic lake for him poor lad lol) and y’all go for a dip, in your underwear or maybe, ya know, a lil skinny dipping shenanigans are in your future 😉 *in the summertime by mungo jerry plays*

okay ily ruby have fun and again congrats girl!!! xoxo

mmmmm we all deserve summertime steve for fuckin real obsessed with the vibes you have created in the studio today maddie ur brain so delicio 🌊 yet again, i cannot shut up for the life of me <3 i want to go swchimming w him so bad fr he’s such a summer bf

it’ll have been one of those sweltering nights where even the sheets feel too much and come morning, not one ounce of you wants to stay in bed and cuddle like you normally do because it’s stinkin’ hot and you’re fairly certain steve is already sweating lightly just pressed next to you— you tell him as much when he tries to sleepily cuddle you in closer, giving him a pout and a “s’too warm, stevie :(“ and steve can’t even disagree, he’s burning up in the heat of the sun through your windows - but there’s also a glimpse of blue blue sky stretching out endlessly, which means opportunity !

so he flops back, relents the space and stares at the ceiling while u stare at him, just observing him lovingly, counting every mole <3 he takes a minute of quiet contemplation, during which your back manages to get completely heated, pressed against the mattress, and you’re bout to complain bout it again when he blows a raspberry and turns his head to face you. “d’ya wanna go for a drive? :) nd maybe a swim?” and god, if that doesn’t sound like heaven- you’re nodding along before you even open your mouth but also, u gotta check in with him “you sure ya wanna swim, stevie?” and his eyes search your face for a moment, thinking about it properly, before he nods, a grateful smile pulling at his lips, “yeah, honey, we’ll drive outta hawkins to find a good spot- sound okay?”

overtop your swimsuit, you pick a nice pair of daisy-dukes that definitely catch steve’s eye for an extra second and you grin, having to shoo him into getting ready— and you meet him down in his car, rolling the windows down to combat the sun that’s letting out blistering hot heatwaves, making u long for a popsicle or anything icy really. steve’s out a couple minutes later, two towels over his shoulders and a— you sit up a bit straighter, spotting the picnic basket in his hands!!! he calls forward as he opens the trunk to put stuff in, “i thought we could have some snacks! make a lil picnic date of it!” and you chest bursts with warmth and love for him and you literally can’t say anything except, “you’re sorta incredible, steve harrington” and it’s just the thing to say to get that flushed colour on his cheeks that has nothing to do with the heat and all to do with what you do to him.

driving along, you desperately wish you had a camera if only to capture the image of steve beside you, windows down, the breeze ruffling his hair and the collar of his shirt which is unbuttoned dangerously low. you can see the thatch of chest hair against his tan chest, his collarbones that are honestly begging for a lovebite or maybe ten, those classic cool glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose. you’re fairly certain you could look at him like this for hours- and he seems to return the sentiment fully, spending the drive torn between glancing at you in the passenger seat — one hand curled over your thigh, fingers drumming, and a happy grin on his face — and his eyes on the open road that takes you out of hawkins. the warm wind whips in through the windows and blankets you both in the glow of summer :)

steve ends up finding a nice swimming hole, 20 minutes out of hawkins, that’s part of one big river winding through the countryside. it’s busy, people swarming around the water like ants to honey, but that’s to be expected in the the heat of summer. you nd steve both instinctively steer clear of the crowd, wandering further up stream to see if you can find a sweet lil bay for just the two of you— and you manage to find another sweet lil spot that’s empty besides from you two and steve declares himself king of the beach, planting the picnic basket like a flag.

the heat is infinitely worse out of the car, without any wind to cool you off, and the trickling sounds of the river might be your greatest temptation, besides your boyfriend who’s wasted no time in tugging his shirt up and over his head. the sight of him in just those small swimming shorts, tan hairy thighs on display, might just rival the river for your attention. the water in the river moves about sluggishly, swirling around itself in a syrupy motion, and you know it’s about to be the best cool off of your life- you follow steve’s motions and shed off your shorts and shirt in record speed

steve’s already waiting for you in the shallows, water sloshing around his ankles noisily, and looking back at you he can’t resist the urge to let a little whistle when you drop your shorts — it earns him an endeared eye-roll that only makes his grin a little wider, his hand planting on his hips, “just enjoying the view, don’t mind me” so you take that as your cue to take off, feet splashing in the shallow water and you’re diving in without a moments hesitation— it’s freezing and the sensation of it zings every nerve til you’re unable to do anything but grin and curse when you come up because fuck, it’s cold. it’s fantastically cold.

steve’s still waiting in the shallows, that familiar smitten expression on his face as he watches you gasp at the temperature change and push back your soaked hair from your face, spin to look for him and grin wider when he comes into view. you paddle back in his direction, shaking off the droplets that collect at your chin. your feet find the bottom of the riverbed and you stand, against the push of the river, and hold out your hands for him, trying to coax him in to join you in the deeper parts of the river. because you know, it’s always a bit hard after everything, entering water again — you can still see the twisted up skin that stretches up his sides, faded with time, but a memory etched into his skin all the same.

steve takes a step out towards you, then another, then pauses and his eyes scour the water all around you— his expression already falling away to concern. you can sense his mothering sense rising up and try to quell it before he can voice any anxieties, “eyes on me, stevie” you say, with a wry grin and make grabby hands at him, encouraging him more- you can see the quick inhale he does before he pushes forward, eyes focused on you, your loving grin, your inviting hands, and he doesn’t stop til he can grab them with his own. you’re pushing off the riverbed instantly, legs up and around his waist and shifting so your hands circle around his neck, sweet murmurs about how you’re proud of him til steve is warm enough in the face that he simply has to dunk to both of you, his mischievous grin giving you warning just a second too late

you’re gasping, coughing just a bit when he pulls you both back up and you smack him in the chest— “you bastard! you- i can’t believe you—“ and when he sinks his knees a little deeper, you change your tone quick, clambering closer to him, “don’t you dare, steve, i swear, if you want remain in a loving relationship you will—” “gimme a kiss,” he interrupts and your head snaps from watching the cool water swirl around you to his face and he’s grinning, completely serious, his hands on your waist pulling you closer til he’s nosing along the damp plane of your neck, mumbling into it “kiss or get dunked. that’s the deal, sweetheart,” and then he presses a hot kiss under your jaw and pulls back to wait for you to make a decision. you sigh real heavy like it’s a chore, hanging your head back as you pretend to think about it with a loud “hmmmm” til you’re about sure he’s gonna dunk you again. your thighs tighten and you pull yourself up with your grip around his neck and give him exactly what he asked for :) then u guys eat ur picnic and it’s the perfect lil summertime date :) this is too long my god

#u said make this fluffy #i said what if this is about steve not liking swimming anymore #but you convincing him #I W A N T him bro #summertime steve always gets me #he's the bf that just loves to use the easy gravity in water to always hold you #its piggybacks all the time #its carrying u bridal style always #if u go swimming with the gang dustin YELLS at the two of you to stop being mushy constantly #sorry ran outta ideas for picnic #its there <3 its got lil sandwiches w the crusts (poorly) cut off #plus one chocolate bar that melted immediately #ok im done now #hope this itches the scratch u wanted maddie <3 #ruby's very own tour of hawkins #steve x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington drabble #stevie drabbles! #uhhhh no more tags #this is sorta just for maddie if anyone else enjoys it WAHOO

[honeyedmiller]

super sickening tooth rotting fluff joel miller one shot coming ur way in like an hour or so <3

#feeling super mushy today and a song inspired me to write a quick drabble

[apparentlynotreallyfinnish]

First time ❤️

Bex! Thanks for the prompt! 💜

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Link liked to be in charge. Everyone knew that. He was very particular about… well, about everything. So, it shouldn’t have come as a surprise to Rhett that Link was so particular about this as well. 

Rhett would have been perfectly fine with a drunken tumble in the office after the Mythical holiday party or messy make-up sex in the creative house after they got into yet another heated argument. In fact, Rhett would have been fine with anything. He just wanted Link’s naked body against his own. He wanted to feel Link’s breath ghosting over his skin. He wanted Link’s fingers in places they’d never ventured in before. Rhett simply wanted to be fucked by Link.

But when it finally happened, in a little, rustic cabin in the middle of nowhere, nestled between snow banks and fir trees, surrounded by a sea of candles, in a huge bed with the softest sheets ever woven, with mood music playing low in the background, Rhett had to confess Link had had a point. Rhett may have been fine with anything, but the way Link made love to him that night, ended up being more than he’d ever dared to hope for.

#Appa writes drabbles #rhink #rhink fic #rhink drabble #feeling a bit mushy today #I have a cold #I just want someone to hold me and tell me it's gonna be okay

[hitman-two]

Bouquet of Flowers (Grace x Doc)

|| Rushed drabble of a fluffy domestic interaction between our fave ship! Up to you whether you see it as them in a relationship, or them as roommate-friendship but definitely on the cusp of figuring out their feelings. Grace glanced up to see Doc walking in with a bouquet of flowers. Her blue eyes immediately snapped to the colour display of petals and her brows raised as she glanced back over at him. "Why are you holding flowers? You look ridiculous." "You know...most women fawn over a man who gifts them flowers." "Fawn? In case you haven't noticed, I'm not a deer-" "Oh I'm well aware." "- And if I wanted flowers, I'd go out and buy myself some." "What do you have against flowers?" "They wilt and die? It's a waste of money, Timothy." "Guess I'll go get my money back then..." Their conversation had been light and there was no dig at one another whatsoever. To others on the outside, it may seem like Grace was being ungrateful but Doc knew Grace. He knew she wasn't allowing herself to be soft. He'd stand his ground and argue with her until he won. Just as predicted, Grace was quick to stand up and snatch the bouquet of colorful flowers of his hand before he could turn around and leave.

"The hell you will."

Doc held back the smug smile but his blue eyes sparkled with that knowing look, watching as Grace sighed softly as her own eyes glanced over the flowers once more. Holding the flowers close to her, she leaned up a little and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek, "It looks like a fairy threw up." Doc chuckled, half-expecting a 'thank you' and a softer reaction instead of the typical Grace comment. He followed her into the kitchen as she located a glass pitcher for a makeshift vase, undid the bouquet packaging, and situated the flowers in the pitcher. When she finished making sure all the stems were in the water (that's as much flower-arranging as you're going to get from her), Doc came up beside her, placing his right hand down on the benchtop to steady himself, his left shoulder nudging hers. Unlike before, his voice was much lower, "You're allowed to be soft, Grace. It doesn't make you weak." Her hands stilled when he called her out, and she kept her gaze on the fairy atrocity, hands lowering to the benchtop and fingers loosely curling into her palm. "...I know." The two were quiet for a moment. Neither moving from their positions. But, as always, there was nothing uncomfortable about it. Eventually, Doc broke the silence, "Happy Valentine's Day, Grace." Her blue eyes finally met his and she smiled softly. "Happy Valentines Day, Tim." Turning her body to face him, she wrapped her arms around his waist. He was quick to place a kiss on her forehead before wrapping his own arms around her and resting his cheek on head. Both content in the embrace.

They don't need much in their relationship. But what they have, their content with.

"Thank you." came the softer reply Tim was expecting. His own lips turning into a soft smile that Grace couldn't see. But she felt it through the way he tightened his arms around her.

|| If you'd like me to tag you in Doc x Grace stuff, let me know! I thought I'd post this now in case I don't get a chance to revisit it with a proper one-shot drabble before Valentines.

Also if you see this as roommates-friendship... think of it as Grace recently having broken up with someone she was seeing. Did Doc do this to cheer her up? or because he doesn't realise he has feelings for her? Or both? You decide.

#Doc Bryan holding flowers is just my everything #Doc Bryan choosing flowers though.... #Doc Bryan x Grace #Amazing Grace Drabble #Generation Kill Drabble #Generation Kill Valentines Day #Doc Bryan Valentines Day #I just want to say that Grace is deeply appreciative of the flowers okay? Don't hate on her. She's just...not good with mushy stuff #But Doc handles her tough exterior quite well I think #Generation Kill Doc Bryan #Generation Kill Ship #Generation Kill x Reader #Hitman Two Ficklets