#lil Drabble
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2006
“No - No - Don’t put it in your bag. Gojo - Seriously, stop.”
“Well we need to put it somewhere, don’t we?”
“Alright. Alright - Let me hold it. We just need to think of something smart - ow! Little bastard. If you bite me again I’ll leave you here.” At the edge of the street stands the rubble of the house Gojo destroyed half an hour ago - together with the curse in it. The other houses surrounding you look run-down and uninhibited, blending with the rain clouds on the horizon. “I don’t really mean it,” You whisper.
Gojo leans forward and rubs the head of the tiny gray kitten you’re holding. The kitten hisses back at him. “I don’t think he likes us.”
“What makes you think he’s a he - ow! Maybe it’s a she,” You lift the kitten up, but it only digs its tiny claws further into your hand. “Alright, I won’t check -” You bring it closer to your chest, rubbing it on the head to calm it down, and look back up at Gojo, “But we need to figure out what to do with it.”
“Shoko can take care of its leg.” Gojo points to a nasty wound on the kitten, “And then we’ll just put it in your room.”
“My room? Why not your room?”
“Aw, come on. It’s just for a little while - look, it’s already purring. I bet it thinks you’re his mom.”
“Yaga will kill us.”
Gojo’s lips curl up in a familiar smirk, “Only if he finds out.”
“Fine. But you’re buying the cat food.”
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“Gojo -” You whisper into the dark hallway, “Gojo - Wake up!”
A few seconds go by and the door creaks open. Gojo’s still halfway into putting on his t-shirt, “What is it?” You stare a moment too long at his abs, “If that’s what you came for I’ll take it off -”
“Don’t be dumb, you oversized noodle. Something’s wrong with the kitten.”
Inside your room, Shoko and Geto are kneeling on the floor over the kitten. All your hear are quiet retching sounds and worried whispers.
“He keeps coughing up like that. Do you think he’s sick?” You ask as you and Gojo kneel with the others, looking at the little kitten shaking its head, “Maybe we need to take him to a vet.”
The kitten wobbles a bit when it moves towards Gojo. “Come here little one,” Gojo whispers as if no one can hear him, “What’s wrong with you? Huh?” He runs a finger between the kitten’s ears. It climbs onto his knees, then wretches again, unleashing a surprisingly big and slimy hairball on Gojo’s lap.
“Oh - God - That’s -” Gojo takes the kitten off his knees. He swears it’s smirking at him. The room is silent for a moment before you let out a snort, and everyone but Gojo howls with laughter. “Quit laughing! D’you have a wet wipe or something?”
“I -” You huff out laughing, wiping the tears pooling in your eyes, “I thought it was sick -”
Geto’s cheeks are bright red and he’s folded almost in half as he sucks sharp breaths through bouts of laughter, “Good thing you called Satoru, poor thing just needed something to look at to get him to vomit -”
“Seriously! Stop laughing and get me towel or something -”
In the doorway, Masamichi Yaga clears his throat.
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“I’m not saying get rid of it.” The little kitten strolls on papers on Yaga’s desk. Rain hammers on the window glass. “Just put it back where it came from.”
“How can we put it back where it came from?” You retort, “It’s tiny! It’ll freeze, or it’ll starve or -”
The kitten looks up, its green eyes pointed straight at Yaga’s stern expression. Yaga sighs.
“Come on, Yaga -” Gojo bats his white eyelashes as if he’s the one about to get kicked out in the rain. Yaga sighs again.
“You can’t keep it in your room anymore,” Yaga says as he takes the kitten from the desk and places it on his lap, “But we’ll figure something out. Now get to bed, all of you.”
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2017
“Mochi!” Gojo ducks down to pet the cat as he exits the building. It hisses back at him. “You’re getting old now, you little monster. You better start making amends soon.”
“Earl still doesn’t like you, huh?” You chuckle, coming out from the building after him.
“I don’t know how he likes you after you named him Earl.” Gojo looks down at the cat, who left him to rub on your feet. “Bootlicker,” he mutters under his breath.
“Don’t be jealous, Satoru,” Shoko’s smoking a cigarette by the entrance, “Winston can sense it.”
“Don’t even let me get started about naming a cat after a pack of cigarettes -”
“Oh and Mochi’s better?” You chuckle, petting Earl on the head, “Even though nothing beats Yaga who just calls him “Cat” or Suguru’s ‘Bruce Lee’ -”
Suguru. There’s a silence.
Earl meows. “Aw - Earl, you want a treat?” You reach into your pocket, “Lucky for you I came prepared.”
Gojo chuckles, “If I meow, will you -”
“Definitely not, Satoru.”
“Are you sure?” Gojo drawls, leaning forward for his face to be an inch from yours, “Because I’ll meow if I have to.”
You roll your eyes and press a chaste kiss on his lips, “Please don’t meow.”
#lil drabble#gojo x you#gojo x reader#gojo x y/n#satoru gojo x reader#gojo x reader fluff#gojou satoru x reader#gojou satoru x you#gojou satoru x y/n#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru x you#gojo satoru x y/n#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk x you#jujutsu kaisen x you#jjk x reader fluff
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I want Master Chief to take off his helmet. See his pretty face, sweat covered and glistening. A proud look on it from a mission well done.
I want to see that same face, just a different look on it. A look of desperation replacing it. Needy lust taken over him.
He's on his knees in full gear. His erection pressing painfully in his suit. His tongue hanging past his chapped lips. Eyes trained on your cock. A begging glimpse behind them.
He wants what's his. He wants his reward. He wants you in his mouth. Hands palm at the bulge in your pants, feeling blood fill your member quickly.
Your thumbs caressing is stubbled chin as you cradle his face. Eyes connecting, so does your understanding. You know what he needs and he will get it.
A small kiss is placed on his forehead.
"Well done, sweetheart." You whisper into the flushed skin behind his ear.
He closes his eyes in anticipation as eye contact is finally severed. The sound of your zipper, a clear sign of what's to come.
#lil drabble#cause i love him#even tho ive never watched the show#don't be mad at me for that#:3#halo x reader#halo x male reader#master chief x reader#master chief x male reader#master chief#dom male reader#sub character
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Whumpee liked many things about Caretaker.
They had a soft, kind voice, with soft kind hands, and even softer, kinder eyes.
They laughed a lot, and made him laugh too, and didn’t seem to notice when he laughed too long or too loudly or too gracelessly.
They gave him food, nice things, and clothes that fit, and a bed (a real bed, just for them!), but… There was one thing in particular that Whumpee liked the most.
See, Whumpee had never needed to be broken. They’d never dare intentionally step out of line, not even in their wildest dreams or most terrifying nightmares. But, they were flawed. Deeply. And made many mistakes.
But, where Whumper had attributed those mistakes to malice, Caretaker merely corrected him, forgave him, helped him.
He remembered fondly (oh how strange to remember anything fondly) the day Caretaker first brought him home. He had tripped over the edge of the welcome mat, and fell hard, knocking the coat rack down with him.
He had been braced for blows, or at best the yelling and screaming that always reduced him to tears, but, instead, Caretaker had crouched down and asked if he was okay. He had stared, blankly (stupidly), at them, covered in coats and scarves, until Caretaker had moved to help him. He’d flinched, and Caretaker still hadn’t struck him. Instead, they offered a hand, and helped him up.
Caretaker smiled, awkward and toothy and more beautiful than anything he’d ever seen, and apologized, (apologized, to him, of all things!) making a little joke about how welcome mat wasn’t very welcoming.
Whumpee had stared for a moment more, still braced for this all to be a trick. Then, it was like something inside him broke, like a rubber band snapping, and he laughed. He’d laughed, hysterical and ugly, till tears came to his eyes, and then couldn’t stop them.
He’d begged through tears that he was sorry, that he was trying to be good (an old habit that had still never died, despite having every reason to), but Caretaker still didn’t raise a hand against him.
He didn’t remember all the details, after that, only that Caretaker had brought him into the kitchen, and given him a mug of something warm and sweet, and sat down across from him. And had let him cry, only interrupting to assure him that he was not in trouble and to hand him a tissue.
Yes, Whumpee liked many things about Caretaker. Their heart most of all.
#whump#whumpee#caretaker#whump writing#lil Drabble#conditioned whumpee#thinking caretaker is their new whumper#whumpee thinks caretaker is new master#whump prompt#whump scenario#pet whump#also hi#I’m not dead or anything#things are going well#it’s just very busy#and I’m working on a lot of different stuff#but I’m trying to get back on here more
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It starts with the teeth.
You trace your fingers over the sharp, white bones before you. They’re slick with saliva, not unlike the gaping maw you find yourself looking into. What terrible objects - created to gnash and bite and maim and chew. And yet, here they stand docile, so gently awaiting your entrance, so scared to poke or cut you.
Warm breath washes over you as you move your hands inside. Your face reddens involuntarily. The tongue is scared to touch or taste you. It sits idly by, pressed deep into the floor of the mouth as if the pred was at the dentist’s office. You smile and pat the large organ. It’s okay; you’re not going to hurt me.
The atmosphere is eerily still yet pulsing with little signs of life. You can hear the pred’s shaky breaths, the squish and squelches of your movements inside the mouth, and the low thrum of the blood rushing through the creature’s veins. You know a symphony is coming - the throat and the stomach await your curtain call. You lie on the tongue now, head peeking over into the abyss. It’s impossibly, deliciously warm.
You take a breath...and make your entrance.
#lil drabble#in the mood to write. but about what??#zan writing#safe vore#soft vore#extreme cuddling#vore talk#sfw vore#v0re#tw vore
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Wanna write about call girl reader x makarov still. Where silly lil makarov pretends not to have any feelings for her. He treats her just like arm candy for events. And then one day he doesn’t book her for some lavish party and she shows up on some rival militias leaders arm and he just snaps.
Pulls you off the guy and into a back room. Hissing in anger that another man dare touch you. You’re confused because makarov has never even shown an ounce of interest in you outside of parties. N then he fucks you so good and tells you he’s gonna take care of you and you never have to work again and mysteriously the rival militias leader suddenly dissapears a few weeks later oops.
#mw2#makarov#makarov x reader#lil Drabble#I know I should have him#but makarov is so fine#soapythoughts
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Onyankopon x black fem!reader
Contains: heavy language, praise kink, breeding kink?
Written in 3rd pov
ONYANKOPON || his eyes watched y/n’s body bounce up and down, Her boobs were slapping against her skin as she gnawed down on her bottom lip, letting her whimpers slip out the cracks of her lips as she felt pon’s thick dick slide in and out of her. Onyankopons large hands were on each of her sides, taking in her thick flesh that jiggled every time she would go down.
“That’s it baby keep going” hot tears spilled from out her eyes falling onto his bare chest. Y/n’s manicured hands slithered its way up from his stomach to his toned chest. She pressed down against it and slams down hard on his erect dick letting out a loud moan. Onyankopon lets out a grunt, knitting his eyebrows. Y/n couldn’t help but moan as she felt his brown tip brush up against her mushy walls, almost making it to her cervix.
“Fuck baby” onyankopon mumbles, his brown eyes traveling down y/n’s sweaty body and landing on her fat pussy that was taking in his fat dick. He rubs his lips together feeling his cheeks heat up. “Oh fuck-” y/n’s eyes rolls to the back of her head as she feels his dick hitting the right spot.
she screw her eyes shut and slows down her movement clenching hard around pon’s large dick before she looks down at him. The moonlight shinned through the cracks of the brown colored curtains landing on his face. This man was handsome. “Baby i cant do it anymore” whines fell from out of y/n’s lips as she felt her legs giving out. Due to their previous rounds they’ve done in the living room, on the couch.
“Uht uhtn you better not stop” onyankopon voiced, taking notice of her slowing down. His fingerstips piercing into her delicate skin, onyankopon starts bucking his hips up. His skin colliding with her wet, sticky skin y/n had let out a cry feeling the tip of his dick hit her cervix making her body jolt.
“Ah-! Baby” y/n’s nails clawed down deep into his skin as she hisses at the little pain. Onyankopon listened to her cries as he continued to bring her down on his dick, gripping her soft skin for better control before looking up at her contorted face, letting out a low groan.
“Fuck pon im fina cum” y/n hummed as she closed her eyes. The second Onyankopon snapped his hips up into her, y/ns back arched forward, having her whole body spams, she moans aloud cumming hard. “Thats my baby” Onyankopon smiles, continuing to fuck up into her. He watches as her cream spills out of her pussy and covers his dick. “Baby…m’tired” y/ns head was full of clouds from the sudden orgasm.
“I know i know im almost finished” pon wrapped his arms around her waist and picked her up switching positions. She was now laying on her back and onyankopon was widening her legs. He placed her feet ontop of his shoulder and kissed her ankle “you got this baby i just wanna fill you up okay.” Onyankopon starts to move his hips again, working inside y/ns sore walls.
He knew by the morning he was gonna get a ear full but he couldn’t help but love the way how she felt. So warm, so mushy he loved being inside y/n. His balls slapped against her ass as she tightened around him. Nothing but whimpers left her mouth as she scrunched up the satin bed sheets feeling the overstimulation. “Shit baby” pon grunted, he was getting close to his climax, he could feel the pleasure flourishing throughout his body as his stomach tightens.
His dick twitches as he lets out a loud “shit!” Hes cumming so hard that hes painting the insides of her walls white. Onyankopon does a few more thrusts before feeling the last bit of his cum spewing out of his dick. His chest heaves up and down before he slid out of her, his thick white cum spilling out of her sore cunt “you did so good for me mama, now lets get you cleaned up. He says.
A/n: this my first post on here just a lil drabble lol i hope you like it.
#attack on titan#onyankopon#x black reader#x black fem reader#aot x black reader#aot anime#aot imagines#black reader#anime x black!reader#black fanfic writer#black fanfiction#x reader#character x reader#drabble#drabbles#lil drabble
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Draco was hidden away in the back corner of the library, his schoolwork spread across the desk in front of him. It was late, past the curfew for younger students, and the library was devoid of any other students, but being an eighth year had its perks.
He rested his head on his closed fist, staring down at the parchment in front of him and willing his eyes to remain open. He had a transfiguration essay due tomorrow, and McGonagall would have his head if he didn’t hand it in on time.
Draco was tired enough to barely register as someone slid into the chair across from him.
“Draco? It’s time for bed.” Harry said gently, staring at Draco with his emerald eyes.
Draco shook his head and stifled a yawn. “I need to finish this.”
“Love, you’re about to fall asleep. I think it’s time to pack up and go back to the dorm, yeah?”
Draco scowled. “If I don’t finish this McGonagall will put me in detention.”
Harry ignored him and started gathering up the parchment and books. “You can get Hermione or Blaise to help you in the morning.”
Draco tried to ignore Harry and continue writing, but that plan proved futile when Harry tugged the quill out of his hand and put it into Draco’s bag along with all his work.
“Up you get sweetheart.” Harry prompted, grabbing him gently by the arm and tugging him up.
Draco went along willingly, letting Harry wrap his arm around his waist and support him as they walked. Draco rested his head on Harry’s shoulder as they strolled back to the dorm in silence.
“Gillyweed.” Harry supplied to the portrait guarding the common room. He led Draco through, not stopping to chat to Dean or Ron, who were both playing chess on the floor in front of the fireplace.
“My bed or yours?” Harry asked, closing the door to the room. Neville was already asleep, if his closed curtains were anything to go by, and Theo was laying on his bed reading.
“Don’t care.” Draco mumbled, half asleep already.
Draco was clinging to consciousness as Harry led him to his bed and made him lay down, tugging off his shoes.
Harry climbed into bed next to Draco, closing the bed hangings. Draco rolled over and pressed his face into Harry’s chest, smiling softly when Harry wrapped his arms around him and pressed a kiss to his hair.
“G’night Harry.” Draco said through a yawn.
“Goodnight Draco.” Harry whispered back.
#Idk I just had an idea#Lil drabble#Harry potter#draco malfoy#drarry#draco malfoy x harry potter#hogwarts#eighth year#the golden era
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A Loki prompt I recommend:
"I missed your snoring."
I love that! 😂🥰 Okay, here we go...
"I hate it when you're on 'promo' tour..." Loki sighed, running a hand through his luscious hair. "I know, babe, I know..." "I mean... Who needs that anyway? It's not like the Avengers aren't popular enough already..." Loki's words caused you to giggle. "Says you." The god rolled his eyes and adjusted the position of the laptop in his lap. "I think it's just so unnecessary. I'd rather have you here, and so does Ella." "Aww, I know. I'd rather be with you two as well." As if on cue, Loki could hear quick, tiny footsteps approaching. "Dada!" Ella squeaked out, before she reached the sofa and went to climb on it. "I think someone managed to climb out of the play pen - again..." Loki chuckled, eyes travelling to his daughter. "Over here, princess." With a huff, Ella had climbed 'the mountain' and went to crawl over to her dad. "C'mere, sweetie. Mama's on video call." The little girl crawled on Loki's stomach, big blue eyes scanning the strange little monitor in front of her. You smiled brightly, waving at the camera. "Hiii, baby girl!" Ella's face contorted into a bright smile. "Mama!" "Hiii! I miss you, sweetie!" "She misses you, too, I can tell. Right, Ella?" Loki said, tickling the baby's stomach and causing her to erupt in giggles.
While you and Loki talked, Ella stayed the whole time in her father's lap, playing with the cords of his hoodie, or even with his long raven locks from time to time - until she was so tired, that she fell asleep against his chest. No wonder. It was already quite late. He tucked Ella in then and got together with you ready for bed. Today, you and Loki decided to just stay on the line while you both slept; unable to say goodbye. It had been long three weeks... "Good night, darling. I love you." "Night, babe." You answered with a yawn, while cuddling into the sheets on the lonely bed in the hotel room. "I love you even more."
On the next morning, Loki was the first to wake up. He realised quickly that you were still asleep. With a smile, he decided to just let you sleep and watch, but that quickly changed when he heard your soft snores. He hadn't heard that in a long time... The god couldn't help the giggle which escaped his lips, causing you to finally wake up. Still somewhat half asleep you frowned at your husband. "Wha's so funny?" You asked, rubbing your eyes. "Nothing, love. I just missed your snoring." You scoffed. "Pfft, I don't snore." Loki laughed, looking at you adoringly. "Oh yes, you do."
I chose BabyFever!Loki, 'cause I know you like the AU. I hope you like this, friend! ☺️
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*wakes up to see that dazais birthday os today* *has nothing* *scrambles to make a drawing*
happy birthday osamu <3 as gift you can have a lil chuuya hug
#Theres like 2 other things but one isnt finished and the other I dont like so this is the only one that gets to see the light of day#Gonna be real i know no ones birthday#And I’m too sad to try harder or do any more art rn for the boy so I apologize to him but will not make him anything else today#*deep shaky breath* so hows everyone else doing#Bungou stray sogs#bungou stray dogs#bsd#dazai osamu#skk#soukoku#chuuya nakahara#lil drabble#a bit of art#You know the drill#have a good day#Mine#my art
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Harringrove post s2 AU where Billy drags himself home after Max shoots him up and leaves several inebriated phone calls before passing out, one to Lucas’s mom trying to explain and several to Steve’s answering machine.
He warns Mrs. Sinclair about his dad. Explains about finding Max and Lucas at this random house in the middle of the night. Explains probably not too well but frighteningly also too well what might happen to Max if his dad finds out about Lucas and breaks down crying about the fight.
He sends a few more threatening ones to Steve about staying away from his sister and asking why he was there with a bunch of kids. And then he’s on the line to Steve right as his dad comes home and accidentally blurts out something unhinged about how he might be dead in the morning and to watch out for Max.
Obviously, Lucas’s parents are very concerned about the first one and want Hopper to reach out to Billy to see what’s going on at home while they talk to Lucas about what happened. And Steve is really concerned about the last one. Like, really concerned.
#harringrove#lil Drabble#maybe I’ll write it when I’m done with the beast#fanfic Drabble#Billy Hargrove#Lucas gets an apology for sure#also lets give his parents more screentime they were so cute in the breakfast scene
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For a birthday present Lip crochet's Ian a blanket.
( Which he picks up with knitting for his AA )
Ian of course loves the blanket to death and couldn't be happier with the thoughtful gift. Though it just kind of sits at the end of his and Mickey's bed since Ian always runs hot at night.
Mickey on the other hand, as the winter months stick in and Chicago temperatures drop to freezing. The older man grabs the blanket at the foot of the bed to add extra warmth. Quickly the blanket becomes ' Mickey's Blanket '. Ian bites his lip in a smile to think how much his older brother would die laughing if he could see how much his husband enjoys it.
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“Hey, Whumpee?”
“Yes?”
There was still a hanging empty space behind the world, left there after Caretaker had convinced them that no, they didn’t need any kind of honorific, just their name was fine if they needed it. It felt…weird…to both of them, but it was getting better.
“I don’t really know how to say this, um, but I just wanted to tell you that you’re good.” Caretaker fumbled with their words, but Whumpee was hanging off of every single one, “You’re not in trouble, um, and I’m proud of you. Really proud. There’s no reason, no catch or anything, I just saw this thing online that it can help sometimes to have a sorta reminder, I guess. Um, yeah. You’re good. You’re really good. Okay?”
Caretaker stood there, awkwardly wringing their hands. Everything they said was true, and they hoped that it reached Whumpee where it mattered, but as of right now, it seemed like Whumpee was still…processing.
His eyes were on Caretakers feet, their habitual resting place, but after a moment, he raised them to look them in the eye. He poked a weak finger at his own chest, looking almost starstruck.
“Me?”
“Yeah, yeah you.” Caretaker pointed as well, just to make sure.
“Oh,” even Caretaker could hear the lump in his throat, “…thank you.”
“It’s just the truth, you are.”
“I- No one’s ever called me that…before.” The words barely escaped, and two tears hit the floor between them.
Caretaker doesn’t know how to respond.
After all that Whumper had put him through, after how hard he had struggled and suffered in the name of “goodness”, not once had he ever reached it? Caretaker knew Whumper was awful, of course, but… this felt like a whole new level of cruelty.
“Whumpee… you’re so good. You’re so clever, and even after everything you’ve been through, you’re still kind and you still have this optimistic view of things that is simply- amazing. You’re amazing, Whumpee, so much more than good.”
Whumpees hands flew up to cover his mouth, a rough sob escaping before he could hide it. He squeezed his eyes shut, and they could tell he was holding his breath.
“It’s- It’s okay if you need to cry… It’s okay…” Caretaker gently laid a hand on his shoulder, tears coming to their eyes as well.
“I-“ he starts, but another sob shakes his shoulders, then another, and no words escape.
“Is it okay if I give you a hug?”
Whumpee nods furiously, still with his hand clamped over his mouth.
He practically folds again Caretaker, sobbing into their shoulder, as they wrap their arms around him.
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Nafiif wipes soot and sweat off her brow, she'd been working a long day with smelting metals for alloys, it's hot, tiring work. With a sigh she unties her apron and hangs it up. Stepping out of the workshop, feeling a wave of much cooler air compared to the heat from the molten metals she was previously working with.
After working up quite a sweat, she must be far from fresh. Perhaps a nice bath to solve that and relax her sore muscles. Capital idea! The noblewoman stretches, making her way through her master bedroom and into the bath, letting her long red hair down, and shedding her clothes leaving them in a neat pile to be washed later. Nafiif bends down to get the water flowing in the tub, taking a few minutes to adjust the temperature to her liking, during the time the tub was filling the noblewoman leaves the bathroom to grab a couple candles, a fresh set of underwear and a book to read while in the bath. A thought came across her mind, what about a nice glass of wine to have in the bath? Might as well treat herself right? A quick little jog to retrieve a bottle she had been pouring drinks from recently, a fresh glass and back to the bathroom. The tub just now full enough.
Candles are lit, wine poured, and book in hand, Nafiif lets out a contented sigh as she slides into the water. Enjoying every sensation. She worked hard, and has certainly earned the right to pamper herself a little right?
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This came to mind while i was reading a Larry & Lawrie fic,
The fic i was reading:
!!PR0SH1PP3RS DO NOT INTERACT!!
Lawrie: of course thats what you have to say.
Lawrie: when you change, You change for the better.
Lawrie: but when I change I change for THE WORST.
Lawrie: I USED TO BE JUST NOT GOOD ENOUGH.
Lawrie: JUST NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR THE PARK!
Lawrie: JUST NOT GOOD ENOUGH TO PROTECT HIM!
Lawrie: but now... NOW.
Lawrie: IM NO GOOD AT ALL!
Lawrie: ...heh...
Lawrie: ... thats funny right? At least you thought of me nicely...
Lawrie: what am i doing..? Why do i want to hurt you so bad?
Lawrie: ..im supposed to keep the peace... i just want to keep the peace.
#larry and lawrie#brawl stars#i love angst#putting them through the horrors ♡#lil drabble#this specific spinel line just fits lawrie#in my opinion#edited it a wee bit
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just let me adore you
Author: kontent
Rating/Warning: Teen and up audience
Chapter Count: 1/1
Description: If someone had told Eddie at twenty that he would end up here again, at Hawkins High School, as a teacher nonetheless, he would have laughed and kicked them out.
But here he is now. Everything seems pretty much the same, even though he doubts it is. Walking into the teacher’s lounge, Eddie doesn’t expect to see any familiar faces, if he was being honest.
But he enters, and Eddie has grown, sure, but his mouth is still quicker than his brain, so he blurts out: “Well, if it isn’t Chrissy Cunningham, cheerleader extraordinaire.”
She turns, surprise clear on her face. But when she sees him, just like back then, she smiles at him. “Eddie!”
Tags: Alternate Universe- no vecna, alternate Universe- future fic, fluff, friendly rivalry, teacher!Eddie, Teacher!Chrissy, lil drabble, alternating POV, one-shot, status: completed
#Alternate Universe- no vecna#alternate Universe- future fic#fluff#friendly rivalry#teacher!Eddie#Teacher!Chrissy#lil drabble#alternating POV#one-shot#status: completed#eddsy#eddissy#eddie x chrissy#eddie and chrissy#eddie munson#chreddie#chrissy deserved better#chrissy cunningham#munningham#hellcheer#hellcheer fanfic#stranger things
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Lil blurb of info while I mess with my carrd over the next few days.
Name: Morgana
Age: 130
Height: 6'5
Class: Spore Druid /Wild Heart Barbarian
Race: Drow/Bhaal Spawn (thus the eye and hair mutations)
Alignment: Lawful Neutral - Chaotic Neutral
Notable features:
Due to her Origins, Morgana sports a few unique attributes that aren't normal to most Drow. That being the Darkened hair and almost acidic looking green eyes, a mark that Bhaal left behind when he made her. She also has a few choice patches of Vitiligo along her hands and elbows- something Morgana tends to hide with gloves.
Sexuality: Demi Pansexual- Heavily female leaning.
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