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naivegh0ul · 6 months

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LOOOVE how you write about riling up riley by being stoic but me personally, i dont think i could get through a minute being all lackluster because i WILL cry the second he stuffs me up. his size plus my sensitivity, i know he'd be heady with his triumph, being cocky and bullying himself balls deeper. GRAAAAH i need this man biblically,, was wondering how would you put it when he finally sees he's broken you in (again)

Oh my god he is such a bully when it comes to your sensitivity, always mocking you and teasing you about it. He knows you're just trying to rile him up when you act all nonchalant and unaffected when really you're struggling to control yourself.

I say again, he is a bully. Don't even try to play with him longer than five minutes. You're ignoring him for longer than he likes? Well, now you're being flipped onto your front and pushed into the couch cushions, face buried in the pillows as Ghost almost tears your clothes off. He's so mean about it, mocking you and manhandling you as you try your best to ignore him and seem like you're bored.

He's not nice when he's pent up, that much is obvious. He does not care if you cry or try to squirm away. He'll finger you ruthlessly, tutting when you make no noise and crooking his fingers to hit that sensitive bundle of nerves.

Once he gets bored of fingering you (which takes a long, long time), he'll force you to pleasure him, knowing you can never keep your cool doing that. Just the sight of you on your knees before him has him smirking and his cock twitching. You're avoiding eye contact as you pick at your nails and act bored, huffing as if you're annoyed.

Ghost can see right through you, though. Knows it's all an act, that his pretty little thing could never get bored of him.

He'd make you unzip his jeans and unbuckle his belt, saying the most filthy things down to you. "Fuckin' slut. Gaggin' for it. Come on, open your mouth." You try to act bratty, seeming to come to the conclusion that seeming bored and ignoring Ghost is not the way to go, so maybe being bratty and uncooperative is better.

Ghost has been here before, you being bratty and refusing to do what he says. He's broken you in before, he'll do it again. He'd totally slap your face to get your attention, his big, calloused palm connecting with your cheek.

Yeah, he knows you love it when he slaps you. He knows you love it when he takes control and doesn't put up with your bullshit. And you know he's the type of guy who'll shove his cock down your throat. He doesn't care if your teeth drag along his sensitive shaft. He wants his cock in your throat and he wants it now.

He loves seeing you cry on his cock. He knows you're needy and desperate and the act of having his thick cock stretching your mouth, cutting off your airways is enough to make overwhelmed tears spill down your cheeks.

And if that's not bad enough, he'll pinch your nose shut and watch you panic, watch your eyes widen as you grip his thighs and try to pull away, throat contracting around his cockhead as you choke.

He wants you to be nice and pliant for him so he'll let you pull off and take a breath for a second before he's gripping your hair and stuffing his cock into your mouth, holding you there until you go limp and gently suckle on his cock, accepting the fact that fighting him won't do you any good.

#i should make a tag for this #i write ab it so much #gender neutral reader #ghost cod #ghost #simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x gender neutral reader #simon riley x gender neutral reader #how is it that i can't work on my drafts that i *need* to work on #but i can produce three 500+ word drabbles back-to-back #i now realise that i worte nothing ab sensitivity #and went rlly off topic #sorry lmao

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da-birb-writes-sometimes · 9 months

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CONGRATS ON HUNDRED DOVE!! you sent me a risqué ask for 100 so now i do it back to ye-

"caught in the rain" with leona :D or ruggie, if someone got to him first! ehehehehehehhehehehe you can see stuff 😳👀 for free ✨✨✨

btw your ask is sending me so hard but i'm already typing out so much for leona so your ask is gonna be the last one for the event lol

Caught in the Rain; Leona Kingscholar

Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, reader needs to get bonked with a stick (/j)

Content Warning; Swearing

Word Count; 700+

AN; Don't expose my ass on my own blog, Soru /j. (just trying to feed your own simping along with the simps) But I hope you enjoy what I wrote for Leona and this prompt! As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

The sky lay heavy with dark clouds, the smell of rain thick in the air, yet not a single drop had yet to strike the ground. The air was dense with humidity, warm from the harsh sun’s rays from earlier in the day. But yet, you found yourself outside, trying to find Leona.

He had invited you to spend your summer break as his guest in the palace. Well, less so 'invited', more so demanded.

“Do you have anywhere else to be, herbivore? I thought as much. Come on, you’re staying with me.”

You still don’t really know why, but you weren’t going to throw away the chance of staying someplace beyond nice for the summer… plus Leona wasn’t so bad once you got to know him. Yes, he puts on an act of not caring, and being abrasive, but you knew that he cared, that he worried. Also, the two of you had been having this back-and-forth banter for months; blurring the lines of just friends bickering and something... more. But neither of you had made a move. It just hung in the air between you, nearly as suffocating as the humidity now; potent with the possibility of a massive storm.

Back to the present though. You were on the outskirts of the palace, looking for wherever Leona had decided to take a nap for this afternoon.

“Leona,” you called, but all you heard in return was the low rumble of thunder in the distance. Where is that overgrown house cat? I swear if I get caught in a downpour because of him… “LEONA!”

The first drops of rain began to fall, gentle and sparse. But you knew full well that in a few minutes' time they would be falling hard and fast.

“LEONA KINGSCHOLAR?!” You shouted at the top of your lungs.

You heard an annoyed huff of air off to your left, and looking up you saw none other than Leona lounging in the low-hanging branches of a tree.

“Ya don’t need to yell, ya know,” he sighed, landing softly on the ground. He looked up to the sky and frowned before setting a slow pace back to the palace. “Are you coming or what, herbivore?”

You followed after him, catching up so the both of you were going at a comfortable pace. Thunder was still rumbling, and the rain was slowly picking up, but there was no rush. Well, there wasn’t any rush until there was a flash of lightning and it seemed like the entire sky’s worth of water came down all at once on the both of you.

“Shit,” Leona hissed and guided the both of you to the relative cover of a tree to wait out the worst of the monsoon. “Just our luc-” He stopped talking when he looked at you though.

You were spitting out some stray rainwater that had managed to get into your mouth. But once the intruding water was gone you looked over to him but you felt your eyes lock on his torso; the white shirt that he was wearing was now completely see-through and you could see everything. Stop staring! Damn though- STOP STARING! But your eyes refused to move.

Leona noticed this, and he also took in your drenched appearance but was more subtle with it. “Tch,” he tapped you on the nose, breaking you of your staring stupor. “My eyes are up here,” his voice was teasing though, light.

You snapped out of it, catching his mirthful eyes. “You’re beautiful,” you whisper. You felt your face grow warm at the slip of your tongue, but it was true. Even before you openly ogled at him, you always thought that, but never said it to his face.

Leona chuffed, but he didn’t say anything; neither denying or accepting your statement. “You aren’t half bad yourself,” he said softly.

The two of you sat underneath the tree, still in your soaked clothes, watching the rain fall together in a comfortable quiet. And while the first golden rays of sunlight may have been stunning, the both of you thought it was nothing when compared to the captor of your hearts; each other.

After all, you still had the rest of the summer to build on this new development.

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dearieshima · 1 year

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DIAMOND MEN WILL BEND ! ─✦

─✦𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰. There is nothing quite like the strength of a man who can carry the weight of the world with just the tips of his fingernails. But he crumbles, however, under the fiery gaze of his lover. That man is Bakugou.

─✦𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰. viking!k.bakugou x fem!reader

─✦𝔠𝔴. bkg kneels and kisses our feet for forgiveness <3 (and as men should when they upset us, but they're not ready to hear that </3)

The diamond metaphor is one that Katsuki is fond of using to describe himself. Similar to him, they are both strong, stable, and quite pleasing to look at (well, at least to his closest companions ─ his enemies usually tremble at the sight of his bladed hair arriving over the horizon rather than his bladed swords).

You are also referred to as a diamond by Katsuki, though, he wouldn't admit it out in public. Like your sparkling competitors, you were strong, steady, and had a way of forcing greed upon others.

Together, you two are like two diamonds.

But as you may know, it takes one diamond to spilt the other.

When Katsuki push opens the door to your home, he finds you seated in the chair in front of the fireplace, engaged in a novel. Despite your book's walls covering your grimace, Katsuki was still able to see it ─ to feel it.

As he approaches your warm spot, he noticed that your shoes had lingered on your feet, and he promptly sinks to his knees in front of you. He then later hoists his heavy, flammable cloak away from the flames of the fireplace.

"Speak to me, my love. What can a man that is as vile as I do to earn your forgiveness?" he says softly as he loosens the tie's knot of your right foot, removing your sandal.

He rubbed your foot gently in silence, waiting for you to return his plea with something snippy. He later plants a kiss on its boney region when he doesn't get so much of a squeak from you.

He looks up at you while his hands massaged the kiss into your foot. Although your eyes were fixed on your book, for twenty minutes, you had been staring blankly at your page, too distracted to continue reading.

An annoying smile spreads across his face as he continues to kneed your foot. "Do you want me to sing a bird song for you, diva? To alleviate the bitterness your poor bastard of a husband placed upon you?" he asks. "Or would you rather remain indignant just to make me stand on my knees for a short while longer?"

He then plants another kiss on your foot, but you snag it away and Katsuki watches it disappears beneath your flimsy dress before he can place one more.

A snarl emanates from you, "get up, Katsuki. Nobody wants to see a powerful man like you grovel on the floor knowing he can just take what he wants."

"You do," Katsuki replied with a cat-like grin. "You love it when I get down on my knees for you and know how to make me do it, which is why you act up all the time."

You bring your foot out of the midst of your dress to attempt to give him a well-deserved knock on the head. But he counters, however, grabbing you by the ankles as he rises, threatening to pull you out of your seat.

"Katsuki─!"

"Say you forgive me!" He laughs, pulling you closer to the edge.

"Put me down─ you fucking meathead! I forgive you!"

"Very well," he says, pleased with your response and dismissing your comment as he carries you to the bed.

#was i really gone for 2-ish months just to releash a 500+ word drabble?#yeah 🤡#this drabble seemed better in my head 😞#sigh #bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugou imagine #bakugo headcanons #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou hcs #bakugo katuski x reader

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the-lonelybarricade · 3 months

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Personally, I'm excited for the moment Elain discovers that Lucien sleeps naked

#drabble potentially incoming 👀👀#I've been trying to focus on this next QoT chapter but a little 500 word something won't hurt will it?#Elucien

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elliesmissingfingerss · 11 months

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cowboy hat — e.w. drabble

pure fluff. literally just fluff. wc: 474

ellie picked up a lot of mannerisms from joel over the years. she adopted a slight southern twang to some of her words and her word choice would get progressively more southern as she spent more and more time with him.

people started making jokes about it, since she grew up in fedra school and had absolutely no reason to have any southern accent whatsoever. she loved it, though. it was proof to her that joel was so deeply ingrained into her life that it was affecting her behaviors and mannerisms.

it made her feel all the more his, and him all the more hers. they were a family, truly.

imagine ellie and joel on patrol one day, walking through some old abandoned building when ellie finds a cowboy hat.

she'd pick it up and try to get joel to put it on, cracking jokes about his "cowboy heritage." when joel continued to refuse, ellie shrugged and plopped the hat onto her head.

she realized quickly that she didn't hate it. it kept the sun out of her eyes, for the most part, and joel would watch her with a soft smile, clearly amused by her antics and not even bothering to hide it.

so she kept it.

she'd put it on and inspect herself in the mirror sometimes, allowing herself to fall into a fantasy in which she was joel's actual daughter.

growing up in texas with him, all warm smiles and stupid jokes in place of his furrowed brows and reprimands about her safety.

a life without infected.

she'd end up keeping it hanging from her bedpost. she liked it there—on display. it made her happy to see it and think of her little fantasy.

you'd be hanging out in ellie's room one day, smoking one of the joints she had found on patrol and fooling around. you'd spot the cowboy hat hanging from her bedpost and smile to yourself, an idea instantly forming.

you'd snag the cowboy hat quickly and put it on, about to start making jokes about her having a cowboy hat when her face changed.

she'd raise a single eyebrow in a way that was always so reminiscent of joel, it was one of the first mannerisms that she'd picked up from joel.

ellie would lean in real close, her nose bumping yours as she whispered, "you know... there's a rule about cowboy hats."

you wouldn't respond, too focused on the way her eyes flitted between your eyes and your lips. your heart was practically beating out of your chest.

she'd flick the underside of the hat gently before her hand would trail down to grip your chin between her forefinger and thumb. "wear the hat...ride the cowboy," she'd murmur before connecting your lips and pulling you up to straddle her lap.

#ellie x reader #ellie williams #ellie tlou #the last of us #joel miller #ellie and joel #ellie williams x reader #drabble #<500 words

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spurious · 7 months

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"I like your stupid face. It’s so stupid. It’s so… I like it. Can I touch it?"

You know what to do

(this came from that list of "drunken love confession" dialogue starters)

When Rodney's returned to the team after the Revered Scientists' Gathering (title case implied in the way every single person on the planet had spoken about it), he's flushed, pink tinging his nose, his cheeks, and the tips of his ears. He's smiling sloppily, listing slightly to one side as he walks on unsteady feet.

"Teyla," John says, in what he thinks is a pretty calm tone, actually, "did you know they were going to get him drunk?"

Teyla, who'd been smiling fondly at the sight of Rodney picking his way across the gravel path to where she, John, and Ronon are standing, schools her face into something more serious when she sees John's expression.

"Well, I have only heard rumors of what occurs at the Gathering," Teyla hedges, "but I do remember something about ceremonial libations…"

"He's gonna fall on his face," Ronon says, in a low grumble, before loping over to take Rodney by the arm, leading him back to them.

"Ronon! Hi!" Rodney's voice is loud, untempered by social mores or sobriety, and he looks up at Ronon with something akin to delight, which makes John smile, despite the fact that he'd resolved to be annoyed about this turn of events.

Ronon manages to wrangle Rodney over and into the back of the jumper, at which point he wriggles free and greets Teyla with similar exuberance. She takes it in stride, then gently guides him to sit down in the copilot's chair. Rodney tumbles down onto the seat, half-leaning on the arm and staring at John with the seriousness of the extremely intoxicated.

"Looks like you got into some hardcore science there, buddy," John teases, but Rodney just responds with a soft little smile.

"Oh, we did, we actually—" he shakes his head, which seems to make him a bit dizzy, and then blinks. "I'll tell you later, I'm—" He tilts his head to the side, the rest of his body following along, and squints at John. "God, I love your stupid face. It's so—it's so, I…I like it."

John freezes in place, and he thinks he hears Ronon snickering somewhere behind him. Rodney's still staring at him, blown-open and sincere, like he hasn't just insulted John while also making a declaration of—well, something.

Rodney seems to marshal his motor skills, half-leaning and half-listing toward John, his hand outstretched. "Can I…can I touch it?"

"Uh," John says, not breathing, his eyes locked on Rodney's approaching hand. "Sure."

Rodney's fingers press clumsily against John's jaw, and then his palm is cupping John's cheek as he smiles, even more lopsided than usual. "So stupid," he murmurs, feeling out John's cheekbone, nearly poking him in the eye. His thumb brushes over John's bottom lip and he tries not to shift, to give anything away.

"Rodney," John manages after what feels like an eternity, his voice strangled, "I'll let you touch my stupid face all you want once I've flown us back home, alright?"

Rodney's hand stills, his fingers hot across John's face, as he seems to give the proposition serious thought, before finally nodding, leaning back into a loose, drunken splay in his chair.

"Yes," he says, still failing to modulate his volume, "that's a good idea, I didn't want to kiss you in front of Ronon and Teyla, you know."

That time John definitely hears Ronon snickering, but he ignores it, firing up the jumper and focusing on making it home before Rodney says anything else about what he wants to do with John's face.

#getting a drabble prompt and writing 500 words because i cannot help myself #whoops #fic #mcshep

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fridayiaminlove · 11 months

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Just need sleep, together if possible

Pairing: Bucky x reader (can be platonic or not) (descriptions of the reader: has a foot, a hand and is able to speak)

Summary: Bucky wants sleep and his body needs it. He doesn't want to be alone though.

Warnings: warmth, sleeping with someone on the same bed (non sexually), slight insecurity on Bucky's side

Word count: 350- 400 ish?

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You heard the click of the door opening and immediately knew who was there. Keeping your eyes shut and breathing even, you wait, wait for his next move.

You meant it when you told Bucky he can come to your room to sleep, to talk or just for silent company whenever he wants.

His brooding closed off personality is a great front but you know he doesn't like his cold, dark room, doesn't like sleeping on the floor or his bed and after the first time he slept in your room because of a nightmare, you told him he's always welcomed. Since then you always leave space on one side of the bed . No one likes being lonely

You also know if you woke up and told him to come in he'd just be embarassed and make some excuse to go back, so you remain there, still as possible.

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Bucky was overthinking this he knew that. He knew you were serious about him sleeping in your room, still ofcourse he felt like an invader.

But god he wanted to sleep, his floor is rock and his bed a marshmallow, his mind doesn't allow him to sleep on either of those.

You though, are very comfortable- your bed he means. It's warm, he likes it- he likes you, And right now he likes sleep.

He creeps inside, slowly closing the door behind him, trying not to wake your sleeping form, facing away from him. He lies down in the empty space beside you, you always seem to sleep in a corner.

'What now' his mind wonders staring at the ceiling uncomfortably still. 'God this is a bad idea'

He starts to get up. You turn. He stares. You don't.

Lifting your body slightly, you pull the sheets over him ultimately stopping him from going back. Bucky studies you, so close to his vibranium arm now.

Before lying back down you raise the sheets with your foot and throw them over his feet.

Safe.

He watches you lie back down and close your hand around his, pressing your forehead to his bicep "I am here okay, whenever" you whisper before moving back to your side.

Warmth. The sheets are warm.

Comfort. His shoulders drop

Relief. He's glad he came.

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A/n: just a short blurb I wrote at 2am. Constructive criticism is needed. Help. All mistakes are mine.

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes my beloved #bucky x gender neutral reader #bucky x male reader #bucky x plus sized reader #Bucky x skinny reader #james buchanan barnes #writing #marvel #sleeping #Bucky x dark skinned reader #bucky barnes drabble #less than 500 words #less than 1000 words #bucky batnes x gay reader

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codenamesazanka · 3 months

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Happy Valentine's Day! An idea for a drabble... how about Spinner trying (and failing) to make a romantic dinner for Shigaraki?

Thank you so very much! Sorry for the wait! I hope you enjoy!

Set in some magical AU where Shigaraki delayed the surgery and is still at Gunga Villa during Valentine's Day. 500 words!

.♡.

"What did Dabi do this time?" Tomura asked. The majority of the fire had been put out, leaving only straggler flames for water-quirked army grunts to smother. "And why target my suite?"

The accused scoffed, very offended. "So just cuz it's fire, it's me? It wasn't. I'm hurt by your lack of trust, Leader."

Tomura ignored the sarcasm. "Then what happened?" He asked, to anyone who wanted to answer. His League, his lieutenants, the gathering crowd.

"It was Spinner!" Twice exclaimed, pointing aggressively with both hands. "I would never snitch!"

ReDestro appeared by Tomura's side, looking apologetic. "It was Spinner. He told us. An accident..."

A few meters away, Spinner was slumped on the ground, a shameful little ball, head in his arms. Compress seemed to be offering support as Trumpet and Skeptic loomed, the latter shrieking. Skeptic was rarely not shrieking at the League, finding fault in everything they did, so it wasn't something Spinner couldn't handle, but Tomura still walked over.

ReDestro hurried after him, filling in the details. Very useful guy. "He said he was trying to make dinner."

Tomura nudged Spinner with his foot. "You were trying to cook?"

"He was trying to light candles." Compress said.

"Candles." Trumpet repeated the word without a single inflection in tone.

"I can light candles just fine!" Spinner snapped, lifting his head. "...It got tipped over when I wasn't paying attention."

None of it was connecting in Tomura's mind. "You were trying to cook using candles?"

"It was a surprise dinner!" Spinner burst out. "I was—trying to do something… real. Real food. Wine. And… candlelight."

Toga gasped, hands flying to her cheeks. ReDestro did the same, without the gasp and with only one hand. Everyone else stared.

Spinner glared daggers at Tomura's shoes. "It's Valentine's day," he said, voice tight. He looked up slightly, speaking to Tomura's knees. "You don't like sweets, so..."

Dabi said, "You're the one giving him the gift?"

"That's so cute!!" Toga jumped in place. "Traditional, too, like in America!"

"It was I who suggested it," Compress said.

"If you had asked, we would've been happy to help," ReDestro said gently. Then coughed in warning when Trumpet muttered, "We could've done it properly and successfully."

"We should get courtesy dinners!" Twice gestured at himself and everyone. "Store-brought is okay."

Tomura reached down to tug at Spinner's scarf. Spinner had gone back to hiding his face. "It's fine. Just stop moping."

"It's not fine!" Skeptic bellowed. "We lose money everyday—"

"Forgive it this once, Skeptic," ReDestro said. "It is Valentine's day."

"Once, ReDestro? It’s again and again—"

As Spinner got to his feet, Tomura told him, "I'm not hungry anyways. Let's skip dinner and go."

Spinner finally looked at him, an exhausted, sheepish glance. "Shigaraki. I'm..."

"Your room." Tomura took off The Hand. It was hard to resist a grin, but he did. He had to make Spinner take responsibility, after all. "You destroyed my room, so I guess I'll have to stay with you tonight..."

.♡.

Notes below the cut:

Valentine's Day Background: In Japan, Valentine's Day is seen as a romantic holiday, but it's mostly women giving chocolates to men (Men return the favor on White Day, March 14). Women gives different types of chocolate depending on the kind of relationship they have with the recipient; two types in particular are honmei-choco ('true feelings chocolate'), given to their significant other, and giri-choco ('obligation/courtesy chocolate'), given to friends and acquaintances. So, here, Spinner was trying to give his version of honmei-choco to Shigaraki - homemade too! Twice's "courtesy dinners" is a joke he's making. Dabi's just being a bit of an ass/teasing Spinner about the role he's taken. Toga thinks Spinner going back-to-its-roots traditional is very romantic - though it was Compress who first explained this to Spinner, probably because he felt sorry for Spinner, who was being a mess about the upcoming holiday.

By 'real food', Spinner means something that isn't cup ramen. He was actually making Japanese curry, which is absolutely not romantic, but was something he thought he could make without messing up. Yeah, he was trying to pair that with wine and candlelight. Yeah.

Shigaraki not liking sweets: Something I'm deciding for the purpose of this fic! No idea if it's canon or not. Most of Shigaraki's food tastes come from the Smash! comics, where he drinks barley tea and ginger ale. He liked Kurogiri's beef stew in the mobile game. In manga canon, he eats CalorieMate and maybe drinks alcohol. As a child, though, his favorite food was Ohagi - a traditional red-bean paste sweet. But I don't think Ohaji is sweet-sweet like candy? Drawing mostly from my experience as a kid, when I much preferred a chocolate bar to sweet red bean traditional fare. So I thought maybe, yeah, I can say Shigaraki has grown up and doesn't like sweets. Liking sweets is something associated with kids. That's true anywhere, but it's reoccurring in manga/anime as a shorthand for 'this guy hasn't grown up'. I thought it would be fun to have Shigaraki, a 'manchild', actually not liking sweets.

Later, even after the PLF got a new room prepared for Shigaraki, he barely sets a foot in it, preferring to continue spending his nights with Spinner instead.

#shigaraki tomura #Spinner #Spinaraki #Spinneraki #Iguchi Shuuichi #fanfic #fanfiction #nalwrites #drabble #kinda. 500 word drabble #anon #anonymous #asked #ask #answered #nalslastworkingbraincell

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theladyofdeath · 1 year

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500 words or less prompt: Elide walks in on Lorcan taking a bubble bath. There are candles.

A/N: There's something about fluff in a bathtub that just...gets to me. I hope you enjoy!

It was dark when Elide got home.

She had promised to be home hours ago but had to stay late at the bar. Her replacement had been running behind, their car battery dying, which led to Elide's early night off becoming just the same as every other night.

She came into the kitchen through the garage, seeing a cleaned plate on the counter. After looking in the fridge, she saw that Lorcan had made her a plate and set it in there after it was clear she wasn't coming home any time soon.

"Lor?"

He didn't answer.

The house was dark and silent, but his truck was in the garage so she knew he was home. After slipping off her shoes and hanging her keys on the hook, Elide made her way through the house. A candle was burning in the living room, and the t.v. was on but paused, halfway through a movie that Lorcan had apparently been watching.

"Lor?" she called again, in a sing-song voice. There was still no response as she began making her way upstairs. The house was old, each step creaking as she walked up the stairs. They'd gotten it cheap, as a fixer upper, and it was now the epitome of comfy and cozy.

As she made her way down the hallway, the softest of relaxing music filled the space.

Suddenly, Elide knew exactly where she would find him.

Through the master bedroom, Elide gently pushed open the door to the master bathroom and chuckled at the sight of Lorcan. His massive frame was submerged beneath a heap of bubbles in the tub. It smelled like lavender and vanilla; candles were strewn all around the bathroom. Soft, Celtic music played. Lorcan's eyes were shut.

Seeming to sense her presence, he said, "It's been a long day."

"People piss you off?"

"People always piss me off."

"Do I need to kick someone's ass?" Elide offered, still keeping her voice quiet.

Lorcan chuckled as he opened his eyes and looked at his wife. "I'll never say no to that. You're late."

She frowned. "I know. My replacement ran late. I saw my dinner in the fridge. Thank you."

He nodded, his eyes soft. He was clearly exhausted. "If you can wait to eat..." He gestured for her to join him.

Elide suppressed her grin. Lorcan was not a small man, but in contrast, Elide was a small woman. Even if he took up eighty percent of the tub, Elide only took up the other twenty.

"I don't know," she teased. "I'm pretty hungry."

Lorcan snorted as his eyes closed, once more. "I promise it'll be worth it."

Elide couldn't deny that. She stripped off her clothes and meandered into the tub, sitting idly on Lorcan's lap. He wrapped his arms around her and laid his chin on top of her head as the music played around them.

There was nothing sexual about it, only comfort. He rubbed her back gently, his fingers dancing across her skin smoothly, and just as Elide closed her eyes and began to drift into a state of utter calmness, Lorcan chuckled.

She opened her eyes and glanced up at him. "What?"

"I just imagined you kicking the ass of the sixty-year-old woman that made me want to quit my job today," he said, quietly. "It was satisfying."

Elide laughed quietly as she snuggled up against him, breathing him in. "Your twisted mind would find joy in that."

"If my mind is twisted, yours is just as bad."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Elide said, fingers trailing down his chest. "I'm nothing but pure and innocent."

Lorcan took her fingers and made them still before bringing them to his mouth and kissing each fingertip softly, teasingly. His tone set her on fire when he said, "You are not pure or innocent."

Elide grinned, refusing to correct him, because they both knew it was true. Their hands wandered one another until simple touches became unbearable. They made love to one another until the water ran cold, and it was nearly midnight before Elide got around to her dinner.

But she didn't mind.

#elide #lorcan #elorcan #tog #throne of glass fanfiction #elide x lorcan #lorcan x elide #modern au #fluff #oneshot #drabble #dabble #500 words or less #sjm fanfic #sjm fanfiction #throne of glass #fanfiction #fanfic #tara answers prompts

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minhxiao · 7 months

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a drabble for prompt #25: a kiss on the forehead xiao/aether | rating: G | words: 719

Aether stirs the pot of black back perch stew, crushing in a few stems of violetgrass.

“... and Brother Bosacius had drawn some marks along my face in black ink in a moment when I wasn’t aware…”

It’s a blissfully idle afternoon in his kitchen in the Serenitea Pot and Xiao is telling him a story of his time with his old comrades. Undisturbed sunlight spills in through the windows of his abode. Aether loves how Xiao’s voice always dips into something gentler when he talks about the other Yakshas, his brows soft and reminiscent as he casts his gaze into a long forgotten memory. He was much more uninhibited with his words, when they were alone like this.

“... I had only noticed some time after, when I happened to catch my reflection in the river― all to say, Brother Bosacius was truly… never a boring character…”

Aether turns to look at him, stifling an amused smile as he tries to imagine someone daring to play such a childish prank on someone like Xiao. His eyes rove over his face, catching absentmindedly on the mark at the center of Xiao’s forehead.

And perhaps it’s the story Xiao’s just willingly shared, or the unguarded look on his face, but Aether is suddenly filled with the urge to catch him unaware. Xiao is endlessly amusing to tease― Aether has a feeling he would’ve gotten along quite well with Bosacius.

So he leans in when Xiao is mid-sentence and kisses him right at the mark above his brow. He lingers there for a few seconds, intentional and slow.

Xiao makes a quiet, astonished sound as he freezes. Then, the most remarkable thing happens. His body briefly glows with threads of dark Anemo before his wings manifest in a soft flutter of feathers behind him. A kind, startled wind stirs a small draft in the kitchen.

Aether leans back slightly, blinking in surprise. That’s new.

Xiao’s mouth is slightly parted, clearly caught off guard as his wings curl inward behind him.

His surprised expression fills Aether with such fondness that he tugs the adeptus closer by the waist, the stew already forgotten.

“Did…” Xiao quickly attempts to recover, but Aether can tell by his distracted gaze that his mind is now clearly drawn to the present. “Was my story not interesting enough for you?”

“On the contrary, I found the story quite endearing,” Aether pulls him close, taking a moment to admire the beauty that is Xiao’s face, “So… what exactly did he draw on your face?”

“I, uh…” Xiao’s eyes stir as he looks up at him, flicking down once to Aether’s lips before shying away. “I can’t… seem to recall…”

“Mm, I see,” Aether’s hands rise to wrap around the nape of Xiao’s neck. Then, he dips his mouth to graze his lips along Xiao’s temple before finding the pale purple mark on his forehead once more. “Was it here?”

Xiao inhales softly, reaching to wrap a steady hand around Aether’s scarf. His eyes slip shut as his wings almost instinctively seem to flap once. This time, the excited draft nearly knocks the placemats off of his kitchen table.

“Perhaps,” Xiao breathes as he almost imperceptibly tilts his face forward, as if wordlessly asking for more.

“Still can’t remember?” Aether’s eyes brighten, his lips hovering over Xiao’s forehead. He stores this newfound knowledge carefully into his mind with a private smile. So he likes it when I kiss this mark…

“I… '' Xiao falls silent as Aether kisses him there again, and then down his temple, across his cheekbones. He explores the contours of Xiao’s skin with his lips until the adeptus’ face is pleasantly warm beneath his hands. He kisses him everywhere except his lips and bites back a smug smile when he feels Xiao’s wings flickering restlessly behind him.

Xiao tugs Aether closer by the scarf, his eyes molten. His voice is barely audible. “It… may have been lower.”

“Lower?” Aether raises an innocent brow. “Where?”

Xiao pulls him down against his mouth with an impatient sigh.

Aether’s not sure how long he stands in his kitchen, kissing him lazily against the counter, but he’s sure that he wouldn’t mind doing it forever― it’s only the sound of his perch stew boiling over on the stove that eventually pulls them apart.

#feel free to leave more requests!#this was for a twitter user but i may as well cross-post here #i'm soft at the idea that xiao can also ramble and talk a Lot but only with ae when they're alone #this one was fast because... xiaoae lol but i'm excited to get to the other two!#i had to actually restrain myself from writing them kissing for 500 more words..#drabbles are great exercises in practicing being concise #ficlets #drabble #kiss prompts #xiaoaether #aexiao #xiaother #xiaoae

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frankthesnek · 11 months

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Heeey buddy, could you write 30, 21 or 9 for the ask game? The ship being nickroe

Any of them will do it :)

Oh yes I can! For number 21: kiss on a place of insecurity

Don't Flinch

Rated T: Nickroe (Grimm), kisses, implied sex, wesen culture/anatomy, established relationship

It had confused Nick at first, how sensitive Monroe could be about being touched in certain places.

The way he flinched away, or shook off his hand when Nick touched the back of his neck. Or how he always redirected Nick with a firm hand in his hair if the Grimm tried to kiss or bite along his pulse point.

It wasn't until Nick had tried placing his arm around the other man's waist that he truly realized what the problem was. As his hand settled over Monroe's hip, just on the small of his back, cupping and pulling him close in an intimate gesture, he realized it. They were all places of insecurity for the Blutbad. Natural points of weakness—scruff of the neck, the jugular, the sensitive vulnerable bundle of nerves just below the surface on his back.

Nick didn't want to think it was him causing the flinching. Surely, it was just instinct driving the Blutbad to protect himself from danger, but even that didn't change the fact that all the flinches and gestures of avoidance were slightly hurtful. And every time it happened, a small voice in the back of his head asked, 'Is it because I'm a Grimm?'

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It wasn’t until months into their relationship that it first happened. They fell into bed together, and Monroe rolled over for him, showing his back in the traditional Blutbad fashion of asking to be mated. It made Nick's heart pound wildly, made his palms sweat, and body throb.

He kissed across Monroe's shoulders and brushed fingers down the other man's sides, reveling in the slight bumps of ribs beneath warm skin. Nick traveled down his partner's body worshiping it, showing his appreciation for what Monroe was giving him—he knew it was an unnatural position for the alpha to put himself in.

When he got to Monroe's lower back, the dimples on the back of his hips he paused. Feather light he brushed his fingers over the vulnerable area. Monroe sucked in a breath, body flinching away from the touch.

"Nick," he said, not angry but almost nervous sounding.

"Monroe," the Grimm replied softly.

Nick held the other man's hips and leaned down, brushed his lips over the spot; and when Monroe tried to shift away, he held him harder.

"I would never hurt you," he whispered into the skin under his lips. "I would never let anyone hurt you."

This time, when he kissed the sensitive spot, Monroe shuddered. He kissed it again, open mouth and wet. Tongue laving over it, sucking the warm skin in and just barely scraping his teeth over it.

"Nick—"

It was broken and desperate and needy. The simple exchange was the closest they had ever gotten to trading I love yous.

When Nick took his partner that night, it was with firm hands on his hips, palm curled possessively over that place on Monroe's back. Renaming the vulnerability of it, turning it into a promise of something more. A vow of protection etched into the Blutbad's skin with strong hands and hot lips.

The morning after, when Nick buried his face in Monroe's neck to nip and kiss his nape whispering good morning into his ear—Monroe didn’t flinch away from the touch. He never did again.

#nickroe #grimm #grimm nbc #nick burkhardt #monroe grimm #drabble #kissing #established relationship #implied sex #rated t #500 words #asks #answers #fanfic #writblr

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volivolition · 2 months

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Any updates on all wip fics? and what is your ao3 username if you have one?

if you don't want to share any info, it's all good

i hope you know how hard i am YIPPEE-ing after getting this ask, I LOVE TALKING ABOUT MY FIC WIPS!!!! YEAHGKJH!!!! <33 my AO3 is also volivolition, but i dont have anything posted there yet :]

TL;DR: I have 4+ WIPs im working on simultaneously: Unstoppable Force Kisses Immovable Object - A Voli/Echem enemies -> enemies with benefits -> friends with benefits -> lovers fic that started as PWP but whoops its not just smut anymore lmao? Meet the Parts that Make You - A "Kim introduced to the Skills" fic! Let's Make It (a) Home - A Skills fic showing the aftermath of the amnesia wiping out Harry's mindspace, with the Skills working together to rebuild it into a home during the Hanged Man case. Mostly domestic fluff. Swept Up in the Feeling - An Empathy-centric fic, originally an excuse to do Skill character studies. Empathy understanding each skill while they do activities together <3 (gained a plot. suddenly.)

ANYWAY!! more info, snippets and musings under the cut!

Unstoppable Forces Kisses Immovable Object Word Count: 18722 Rating: Explicit Okay, so technically this document isn't just one story. It's my catch-all "any Volistry writing goes HERE" containment zone. Like I said, this wasn't supposed to be anything big, I just wanted to write a bunch of drabbles and practice writing smut because I've never done that before. But then the drabbles started connecting to each other and Voli and Echem started falling in love without asking me and so it's like. A whole thing now lmao?

they bring me so much joy. they're so fun to write, because volition will say something so normal and echem will find some way to misconstrue it and volition will bicker and echem will flirt back and volition will sigh and they're so fucking funny to me. they just keep talking, their back-and-forth banter is so natural to write, which is why this fic is so long hkgjh

they learn to balance each other out!! i want them to be soft and witty with each other and i'll. cry about them. if you catch me at the right time i will wax poetic about their relationship but right now they're just being incoherently rotated in my brain.

anyway here's a snippet, i have so much written for this damn fic that i had trouble choosing lmao. it's like. mildly suggestive? but truly nothing blatant, just cutesy shit lmao

Meet the Parts that Make You Word Count: 3886 Rating: Mature This fic is the closest of the four to being abandoned lmao? Or at least I want to finish Swept Up before writing this one, because as it stands I feel like I can't grasp everyone's characters right without doing some character study beforehand. It might also be because I'm currently more obsessed with the Skills instead of the humans, though i still love them.

but yes! Meet the Parts that Make You is a fic after Martinaise, established relationship for KimHarry, where Kim is casually introduced to the skills over dinner, and they document their findings in Kim's notebook over the course of about a week. it's a lot of skills banter and silly moments!! harry can honestly say that every single part of him loves Kim.

here's where they're trying to show off each of their different specialties, featuring Reaction Speed and Hand/Eye Coordination who are my sillies.

Let's Make It (a) Home Word Count: 1896 Rating: Teen+ I think if I want to finish any fic first, I want it to be this one, because it really sets the scene for the rest of the universe of all my other fics. The main gist is that Perception can pull in anything that Harry's looking at into the mindspace, and once they figure this out, most of the skills go "Hey we should bring in more things so we can decorate!"

volition my friend and perpetual spoilsport :3 anyway, different skills affect the object's properties! Perception can pull things in, Interfacing can give it texture, Conceptualization can make it different colors and Reaction Speed can duplicate it. Empathy makes it so the object has the correct feelings attached to it (Dora's letter, for example) and Half Light can immediately destroy the object (Dora's letter, for example).

this fic is basically The Hanged Man case, but from the perspective of the Skills. i think it focuses on some specific skills, but maybe not all of them because I'd die if i had to give each one of them an individual chapter. maybe i'll smoosh some skills together? i love all of them and i want all of them to get some screen time, but it would wreck me lmao

i have a whole Volition scene written out and i think its so fucking gorgeous bro... i love writing. it's like... rebuilding after death, the skills have a kind of blank slate too, you know? they're learning to work together again, regaining memories, making new ones, making a home together. the way different skills need to work together to make an object in the mindspace real. I WANT THEM TO BE A HAPPY FAMILY. AUHG.

Swept Up in the Feeling Word Count: 5103 Rating: This is Mature. Except the Echem chapter. Which is Explicit.

EMPATHY MY FAVORITE SKILL. OUGH. EMPATHY. MY FRIEND. this fic is about Empathy getting roped into a bunch of shenanigans with the other skills, and goes along with it all while better understanding each of them.

so remember when i said I'd die if i had to give each one of them an individual chapter? yeah. that's because THIS is the story where i give each one of them an individual chapter.

24 chapters, one per each skill. Including, but not limited to:

Exercising with Physical Instrument!

Art time with Conceptualization!

Performance with Drama!

Listening to Encyclopedia infodump!

Reminiscing with Volition!! (THEY ARE CHILDHOOD BEST FRIENDS!!!)

Staying up late with Endurance

"Overstimulated Skills Support Group" with Perception

Talking about understanding people vs understanding machines with Interfacing

Talking about understanding people vs understanding specific people with Esprit de Corps

Apologizing to Composure about making their life harder with UNNECESSARY FEELINGS ("as if we don't deal with enough of our own, you bring in other people's emotions for me to hide?" "why do we always need to hide them?" "BECAUSE... :| Just because.")

A Talk with Half Light.

Y'know... with Electrochemistry (there's more to it than just that though lmao)

This fic will be the death of me, with all the skills, but I really really want to do skill character studies. I need to research their lines on Fayde and understand each of them so I can write all of them better.

This is also so I can be obsessed with each of them. Currently I have a lot of faves, but I don't care about all of them yet when i WANT TO!! i want to know each of them intrinsically!! I wrote a bit of the Endurance chapter and I didn't use to care for him very much, but then I wrote the lines

"Endurance is not tired; he can't afford to be. Not when everyone else is. He would stand before any of them, from the first intellect to the last motoric, in order to take a blow meant for someone frailer, less capable of surviving it. He will endure it instead."

and now I'm sympathetic to him. like, ough. If I understand them, then I learn to love them, and that's also why I'm writing it from Empathy's perspective! Empathy feels what other the other skills feel and does bonding activities with them with similar feelings, does that make sense? i really want to learn characterization for each of them, this fic truly is just an excuse for me to do character studies so i know all their character motivations.

BUT. it also has backstory plot now that im invested in lmao? based off of character design that i have. I STILL NEED TO POST MY SKILL REFS. RAUGH. but yeah all of my stories get too big for me really, i always bite off more than i can chew for projects like this lmao.

Other Fics: Skill Body Swap Fic! its shoved into Unstoppable Force's document for the time being, since this is mostly an excuse for Volition/Echem swap (Echem's body is ~sensitive~ if you're not used to it and i love putting voli through Situations. meanwhile Volition's body has the morale health pool in it that echem has to take care of), and ive only written that specific swap, but i think it'd be cool if i swapped EVERY SKILL.

Logic and Drama would be funny hkjgh Drama would 1) immediately slot into the new role and be extremely good at pretending nothing is wrong. What do you mean, he hasn't switched bodies with anyone? That's highly improbable. 2) love saying lies as if they were appropriate conclusions, and actual Logic would be like "That's literally wrong. Stop that."

Empathy and Composure would be interesting! Empathy's body is constantly picking up on everyone's emotions, and also is always on the brink of tears. Composure's body is not made to experience the same emotions, much less the emotions of others. Empathy's cut off from feeling and Composure is struggling not to fucking cry, poor guy.

Shivers and anyone? I just think Shivers should be small and worried about her connection to Revachol. and some other skill is just like "WHY IS THIS SO OVERWHELMING. HELLO??"

i dont know, theres a lot of ways i could go with this, i'll figure it out lmao. if anyone has suggestions for interesting/funny swaps and is even reading this far, let me know

The Sunrise Momentum. I SWEAR TO GOD IF I DONT WRITE THIS FIC. I NEED TO FUCKING WRITE THIS. Volition's vow with Harry that i cry about once per day. VOLITION IS TO HARRY AS HARRY IS TO REVACHOL. AUGH. "I will do everything in my power to keep you alive. I will keep you on this earth." my knight in lavender armor i am OBSESSED WITH YOUUUU!! *vibrates at high velocity*

okay that's about it, thanks for reading my RAMBLES!!

#inland drabbles #volta transmissions #BIG OL POST!! i love talking about my wips. i have so much to say #sorry this took a bit to compile. every time i checked word counts i added a little more to each story and had to keep updating word counts #ad infinitum forever hkgjh I JUST ADDED 500 MORE WORDS TO SWEPT UP JUST NOW WHILE UPDATING IT!! FUCK!!!#sorry this drama chapter is really fun hkjgh ANYWAY!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING!!! ASK AGAIN ANYTIME <33 #it will be shorter next time i promise. probably. lmao??#task: unstoppable force #task: meet the parts #task: let's make it a home #task: swept up #task: sunrise momentum

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powerfultenderness · 1 year

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“Close your eyes for me love.” ? >:3

Lulu! ❤ lol i'm still very much into Stalker!Adrian, but now with a teeny tiny tad bit of a twist!!

Word count: 1000 Warnings: canon typical violence

You were absolutely the most important person in Adrian’s life. After the whole butterfly incident the team went their own ways, even Peacemaker left Evergreen, again. That left you as the only person in town that he cared for. He just…had to work up the courage to actually talk to you!

But not now. Maybe the next time you came into the restaurant. You liked eating there, he noticed. In fact, he noticed a lot about you. It was easy; you were a creature of habit. It meant that even if he couldn’t watch out for you in person, he knew where to find you.

Like right now, you should have been at home, in your pajamas and cuddled up in bed. But you weren't home.

He cursed under his breath and jumped off of your balcony. He had to retrace the steps of where you should have been!

Luckily you were just a block from your apartment complex, but rage filled his core as he saw a man twice your size slam you into a wall, one hand around your throat while the other moved down where he couldn’t see.

Faster than he could ever remember moving, he pulled the man off of you, your gasped coughs only adding to his anger, and shoved him to the other side of the alley.

“Close your eyes for me love.” He growled out as he raised his gun at the man, only hesitating a moment to let you close your eyes.

You did not.

You could not.

You watched as he pulled the trigger, bullet bursting through the man’s skull sending blood and flesh and brain matter across the red brick wall. Brick red and blood red were so different. Neon against the darkness of night.

As much as your mind tried, you could find no pattern in the goopy, stringy, mess slowly being pulled down by gravity. It wasn’t until another shade of red, brilliant and gleaming, obscured your sight did you gasp for a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

Vigilante filled your senses, your eyes locked onto his red visor, he smelled of gunpowder and oil, his voice was pleasantly low, not deep and booming and intimidating, but low enough that his worried words (what was he saying?) were able to cut through the temporary tinnitus.

“Shit,” he mumbled under his breath when you didn’t respond to him a third time. And only because you were worth it, you were worth everything to him, he pulled off his mask and gently cradled your face in his hands, calling your name in hopes of snapping you out of this daze you were in.

“Adrian?” You whispered, shocked, as your eyes locked with his.

His eyebrows scrunched up in the cutest way. “You know who I am?”

Of course you did, he was only the man you were harboring a major crush on. Some people might even consider you a stalker, for all the times you showed up at his work place just for a glimpse of him. Fennel Fields was mediocre Italian food, at best! But you eventually figured out his schedule and couldn’t help but eat there twice a week, just to stare at him. A little creepy, but how he fueled your dreams!

“What the fuck are you doing?!” You snatched the Vigilante mask out of his hand and shoved it back over his head. “You can’t let the cops see you like that!”

Sure, you knew he was Vigilante, but this was the first time you had actually seen him kill someone. You were grateful for that, you didn’t want to think of what your attacker would have done had Vigilante not shown up.

You then grabbed his hand and started to drag him away from the murder scene and towards your apartment.

Vigilante stumbled a bit, “uh, you’re not freaked out?”

“That you saved me? No.”

You decided not to tell him that you often took unnecessary risks with your safety because you were pretty sure he was always following you. He didn’t need to know that you knew his secret. “Thank you for that, by the way.”

“Oh! You’re welcome!” You could hear the smile in his voice. He had such a sweet voice, you’d only ever heard it in passing before, but aimed at you it somehow sounded brighter.

“Are you trying to take me home?” He asked, like he didn’t know where you were leading him.

Right on cue policed sirens echoed through the night and you picked up your pace. “Just until the police go away.”

“Smart.”

It only took a few more minutes before you were pushing him inside your apartment.

Now that he was inside, and the risk of other people seeing him gone, he pulled his mask off again and put his glasses on. “How do you know my name?” He circled back.

“How do you know my name?”

He coughed, “it’s uh, my super power! Yea! I’m really good at guessing names!”

…

“Me too.” You blinked, biting your lip to try and hold back a grin.

“You have a super power?” His little gasp was cute. “I mean, I have a superpower because I’m a superhero. But-”

“Do you wanna fuck?” Now that you had the man you’d been crushing on for weeks in your home and an excuse to keep him here, you might as well go for it.

“What?” He immediately dropped his ramble, eyes going wide and jaw slack as he processed your question.

“We probably have some time to kill while the cops-Mmh!”

He practically lunged himself at you, hands gently but firmly pulling your face to his, crushing his lips against yours as he swallowed the rest of your words.

Adrian really didn’t care what the rest of your sentence was going to be, all he knew was that the one person he’d been dreaming for months was offering to fuck him! He wasn’t going to let this opportunity go!

[Protective Prompts]

#vigilante x reader #adrian chase x reader #protective prompts #lululandd #blurb #drabble #protective adrian?#lol this was only supposed to be 500 words but i got a little carried away 😅

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rebelwrites · 3 months

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The 100 word drabbles are still open, I currently only have 1 left to write.

All you need to do is send in three words and I shall turn them into a 100 fic ❤️

I have also decided to do something new as well, I’m trying to get more of a balance with my business and dipping my toes back in the writing pool so we will now be doing 500 word drabbles to challenge me a little bit more.

The concept is the same, send in 3 words and I shall turn it into a 500 word fic.

Please note when sending in requests please state if it is for the 100 or 500 words and who you would like it written for.

I will take requests for:

Charles Leclerc (F1)

Jax Teller (SOA)

Clay Spenser (Seal Team)

I may open it up to more people in the future

#100 word drabbles #500 word drabbles #sons of anarchy #jax teller #seal team #jax teller x reader #jax teller imagine #clay spenser #sons of anarchy imagine #sons of anarchy x reader #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x reader

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captainkingsley · 1 year

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Thwap.

Caleb is fairly certain he's going to have a bruise on his leg at this rate. Since falling asleep, Molly's tail has been wagging and smacking him on the leg, over and over and over.

Thwapthwapthwap—

"Molly." Caleb says.

Thwap.

"Molly!" Louder this time, a harsh whisper. He hears Mollymauk make a surprised noise, then turn and crack an eye open at him, looking over his shoulder. Molly's tail stops in its wagging, laying over Caleb's leg.

"What?" Molly groggily says, his voice thick and slurred with sleep.

"Your tail," Caleb says, "You keep slapping me with it."

Mollymauk yawns. Caleb can't help but think about the way Frumpkin looks when he does the same, all sharp teeth on display. Molly's fangs stand out in the dark of the room. As does the jewelry still on his horns, though the chains have been taken off. Squinting, Molly brings his tail back, off of Caleb's leg.

"Sorry." Molly says, rolling over fully, wrapping his arms around Caleb's waist. Curling into the embrace, Caleb shuts his eyes once more and listens as Molly's breathing slows once again, his side rising and falling in a relaxed pace as he falls asleep.

In another ten minutes Molly's tail begins the thwapthwapthwap noise again, hitting Caleb in the leg. He tries to ignore it, tries to simply fall asleep but—

He grumbles quietly, unable to remove himself from Molly's arms, else he'd scoot further from him. There has to be a way to stop this.

Molly's tail slaps him on the leg once more. This time, it's a bit more like a snap of a whip, and Caleb winces and wonders what the hells he could be dreaming of that makes him react in such a way. Is it good? Bad?

He gets a look at Molly's face, seeing him with a soft grin across his lips, brow relaxed.

Must be good.

Thwap.

Caleb reaches, thinks it through, and then—

Thwap.

That's it, he thinks.

— grabs the end of Molly's tail, holding it in place. It wriggles in his grasp, the spaded end twisting.

At least it's not slapping him on the leg, now.

Molly's still asleep, seemingly unaware of the fact that his tail is currently in the grasp of one irritated, sleepy wizard. The tail tenses again, wriggling, and Caleb grips it a little tighter.

Calm down, he wants to tell Molly, just calm down and let me get my sleep.

Lowering his hand, still gripping Molly's tail, he holds it against his side and shuts his eyes again, taking a long, deep breath. If he can just manage to hold him still long enough to fall asleep, maybe he'll fall deep enough that the slaps won't wake him again.

He drifts off, dreams beginning to seep into the corners of his vision.

An hour later,

thwap.

"Molly."

And so his night repeats.

#it's less than 500 words so I'm not going to post it to ao3 but #this was too dumb and cute not to share #drabble #widomauk

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