#drabbel

[crewman-penelope]

An intimate moment

He froze at the open bathroom door. Just standing in a corner before the bath mirror could catch his reflection.

A moment of peace, of solitude, and he nearly destroyed it!

Madeline thought herself alone in the bathroom. Nude, fawn-like, solemnly, she stood in front of the mirror. With a gentle gesture, she wiped steam from the mirror surface.

She looked at her reflection, crocking her head, strands of her blond hair a wild halo.

Getting tip-toes, she stretched and turned her body, looking critical at herself.

The gesture, so natural and innocent, left Lyutsifer breathless. With a tight chest, he stood still, listening to his own blood rushing inside his ears.

Eventually Madeline rose her hands to bind her wheat hair into a messy bun - playfully waggling her body on her toes like a tipsy ballerina.

Lyutsifer snapped out of his admiring trance. He blinked wildly while catching his breath as a clear thought. Slowly, chateuse in movement, he fainted back into the shadows of his quarters.

He knew he could always go back in his mind, dipping into this scenery, enjoying this intimate moment peaceful.

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Party Crasher

Sweet Treats AU Masterlist

A bit of drama and old grudges but a good time.

Please let me know what you think <3

🧁🧁🧁

You keep your hand on Thor's sleeve as you enter the room. You're excited if a bit nervous for the party. When he mentioned it, you were more the latter but he convinced you to come. 

You agreed as long as Darling could, and Darling could only tag along if Loki did. Thor warned it would be complicated but you convinced him. She needed somewhere to show off her new clothes.

"There he is," a voice calls above the din, "hey, Shakespeare, how– woah, what the hell is he doing here?"

Before you can react, the man rushes past you and is barely stopped by Thor as he steps between him and his brother. You let go of him as he places his large hand on the man's chest and nudges him back.

"Now, Stark, he's been neutralized, he is here under my watch. You have my promise he will not cause any mischief."

"Isn't that his thing?" Another guess asks and chuckles.

"Loki will behave. He swore it to me himself," Thor declares.

“You said that last time,” the man with the dark goatee sneers.

“I will keep my hands and my tricks to myself,” Loki resigns as he shows his palms, the other man takes a step as if to lunge at him.

“Last time thing’s were complicated,” Thor takes a step forward, looming over the much shorter man, “trust me that I will keep him in hand, Stark. This is a party, yes, let’s not spoil the mood.”

There’s silence and you glance around to find all the strangers staring at the confrontation. You sidle in front of Thor and offer a smile and your hand. The man, Stark, glances down at you and hesitates, his lips twitching as if he has no idea what to say.

“This is Muffin,” Thor introduces you, “Muffin, this is Tony, who I told you about.”

Reluctantly, he shakes your hand and lets out a long breath, “Thor, you better keep your promise,” he speaks over your head and beckons behind him. A girl steps up in a sleek black dress, a string of diamonds around her neck as she shakes condensation from her fingers, a glass with a straw in her other hand, “this is Princess.”

You raise your hand, extending a single finger. You look back and wave at Darling as she hides behind Loki’s shoulder. He gives her a look as she passes him, his fingers brushing down her arm as she emerges. His lips thin but he does nothing to stop her. For once, he is not in charge.

“Hi,” she approaches as she wrings her hands, “Darling.”

“Darling,” Tony repeats, “I hope you understand your husband’s reception. You’re more than welcome.”

“Fiance,” Loki corrects and Darling winces.

You grab her wrist and shrug off his unnecessary remark. You touch your chest then motion to Princess, before further pointing over her shoulder. She glances over at the other women; one in red sits quietly on the couch as three others stand with slender flutes of sparkling wine in hand and chatter.

“She wants to meet them,” Darling says on your behalf and you nod.

“Princess,” Tony urges and kisses her cheek, “go get everyone settled.”

Princess nods and sucks in a breath. She seems nervous and uncertain as she teeters on her high heels. She catches herself on a barstool as she turns.

“Drinks,” she exclaims as if she forgot, “what do you want? Wine? Beer?”

“Red for me,” Darling says, “Muffin doesn’t drink much.”

“We have juice,” she offers as she goes behind the bar, “cranberry, apple–” You jab your hand up and she stops, “apple?” You confirmed with a bow of your chin and she smiles.

“Is she– are you–” she begins to talk to Darling but rights herself.

“I can hear,” you step up to the bar and look over the leather trim as she bends to take a glass from beneath.

“She likes to listen,” Darling assures and the tension leaves the corners of her mouth, “that’s all.”

“Well, there’s enough talk to go around,” Princess giggles uneasily, “and more than enough alcohol.”

[bellemorte180]

This is a gift for @thetourguidebarbie. I'm sorry that it is a day late but I hope you enjoy this small little Drabble I made for you. A little birdie told me you like hockey AUs....

Penalty Box

The sounds of her clicking heels against the vinyl flooring echoed her mood. Caroline was pissed. Her fingers curled into the palms of her hands, squeezing and leaving small moon marks on her skin. Her press badge was clipped to her black pencil-skirt, bouncing against her leg as she made her way towards the locker room.

She could still hear the roaring crowd, cheering as a goal was scored at the end of the third period. Yet, Caroline found that she cared little as to who scored or how close the game was to ending. All that was replayed over and over in her mind was the cheering as Tyler was slammed up against the glass protector of the arena, Klaus’s fist gripping his jersey as his gloves and stick were thrown aside. Tyler’s fists pummeled down upon Klaus’s head, connecting with his face as both of their helmets had been tossed onto the ice

It took two referees to pull Klaus off Tyler.

And he spent the rest of the game in the penalty box.

Caroline passed an annoyed looking security guard who moved to stop her but she flashed her press badge and he halted, allowing her to pass into the locker room. She opened the door and shut it behind her, noting that Klaus was the only player in the room. His back was to her and he had taken off his red jersey, roughly tossing it into the cubby. He pulled his protective gear off his body and tossed them onto the ground in a fury. Klaus was angry and sensing his fury only fueled her own.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Caroline snapped at him, causing Klaus to turn around quickly. At the sight of her, his shoulders slumped and the fresh bruise that was forming on the side of his cheek became very pronounced. It was not the first time Caroline had seen him bruised after a hockey game but this one made her heart feel heavy. Walking over to him, she reached up to touch his cheek, looking at the purple and blue marks that marred his skin. “Have you lost your mind? Why would you attack Tyler? He didn’t even have the puck!”

“He made a comment about you and I saw red.” Klaus’s temper was widely known. Out of each player on his team, Klaus was the one who was known for getting into fights on the ice and spending more time in the penalty box  compared to the other players. The crowd cheered when he stepped out onto the ice, itching to see whom he would pick a fight with first. If it wasn’t for the fact that he excelled at the game and was one of the best players in the NHL, Klaus would have been tossed from the league years ago.

“Tyler is my ex and he knew that making a comment about me would get under your skin. He is still bitter about our engagement.” Caroline sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. She should have known that when the lineup was announced, putting The Hybrids against the Wolves, that a fight would break out and that it would be one of the worst of the season. “I picked you over him and he is never going to get over that.”

“I just hate him. The sight of him makes me want to hit something. Preferably him.”

“You hate him because I was with him for three years while you had feelings for me! But guess what, you’re the one I’m marrying. You’re the one I’ve decided to spend my life with despite the fact that you’re always finding trouble and being threatened with being kicked out of the league. Newsflash, unemployment isn’t a good look!”

“I know. I know.” He reached out and took her hand, bringing it to his lips to place a kiss on her knuckles. Caroline felt herself go soft, noting the dimpled smile that made her fall in love with him appear on his lips. She thought back to the press tour she had started a year ago, following The Hybrids to each game and doing the biography piece on each of the players. It was the beginning of the end of her relationship with Tyler and the world wind of the one she had with Klaus.

And she wouldn’t change a thing.

“So, you’ll apologize.”

“Fuck no.”

“Klaus! You banged his head against the glass so hard that it cracked and the medics had to be called out onto the ice to help him.” Caroline cried out in frustration. She knew that Klaus had slammed him into that glass far harder than he would have anyone else but she also knew that he had little sympathy about it. It was useless to fight about it because there was no way he was going to give in. “You can’t just go around attacking people.”

“I don’t. Tyler is a special exception.” Klaus countered and Caroline couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “It wasn’t just that he made a lewd remark about you today but, I remember what you were like, Sweetheart, when you found out that he was cheating on you.”

“I bounced back quickly enough.” Caroline shot back, crossing her arms. Six months ago, when her press tour with the Hybrids ended, she had learned that Tyler had been cheating on her for the entirety of it. Showing up at Klaus’s door in the pouring rain, sobbing and cursing that she hated herself for the feelings she held for Klaus while in a committed relationship to another man only to learn that Tyler held no respect for her at all, did not help the disdain he already felt for him.

“I know.” Klaus replied, pulling her close to him and kissing her left hand that held her engagement ring. He pressed his lips to the diamond, the flicker of his blue eyes and smirk made it very clear that he had no sympathy for sweeping her off her feet the moment he had the chance, proposing a mere three months after her relationship with Tyler ended. “He regrets his life choices and that I am more than happy to reap the benefits.”

“Yeah, yeah, you got the girl. Move on already.” She once again rolled her eyes but leaned up to kiss him on the lips. “Look, I am happy with how things turned out. I had fallen for you before I knew Tyler cheated but either way, we got our happy ending. Let Tyler be bitter and angry but don’t let him get under your skin.”

“That's easier said than done.”

“Isn’t everything?” Before Klaus could answer her, they could hear the roar of the crowd from the stadium above them and the sound of the buzzer that ended the match. Distant chantings of Hybrids, Hybrids, Hybrids could be heard and Klaus got a look of pure smugness on his face, knowing that they had beaten, not only the Wolves, but Tyler.

“You might want to head out, Sweetheart, before the couch sees you in here. He still is not pleased with the last time you used your press badge to get through security and into the changing rooms.” Caroline’s face grew red at the reminder that John Gilbert had seen her not only topless but Klaus’s hand was also up her skirt.

“Yeah. I’m going to...um...go. Give the boys my congrats and I will see you later. We will celebrate and continue this conversation then.” Caroline pressed a kiss to his lips lightly and all but ran out of the changing room quickly before the rest of the team burst in. As she shut the door, she could hear the distant sound of adrenaline filled cheers from Klaus and his teammates victory.

[darkskek]

The Skull mask was lighter than expected. Maybe it was because it was broken. Odd, what a symbolization for the Skeksis as race. Broken beings.

“I was wondering where you have gone, Mariner.”

Skeksos voice was loud in the empty throne room. Usually stocked with loud skeksis, snarling and laughing at the next best hurt beings, which was captured in the cages of the scientist. Now, empty and clear from any living being.

“I got lost, In a way”

“Hmmm” He walked over to Skeksa. His staff clicking on the Tiles. “Why do you have Skekmals Mask?” She became rougher with the skull. Twisting it, searching for something, only a distraction. “Nothing, found it in Skekteks lab, thought I bring it here. Better than to the Ornamentalist, he would just decorat it with flowers and shit”

Skekso hummed again, nodding while she spoke. “It seems like you have an interesting, relationship, with this mask. Haha.”

Now this was getting ridiculous, Skekmal and Skeksa never showed their relationship to anyone. Nobody knows how they stood to each other, the public eye only saw what they wanted them to see. Which was a hissing fit and some quarrels. But never the light touches they shared on her ship. Forbidden, weird, disgusting in the way of the Skeksis. But they were always different from the court, so why not breaking more stereotypes.

“Ha, seems like it. Maybe I am just troubled by the thought that already three of us died, one” She hold up the mask “being one of the most skilled killers there is, ey?”

That made the Emperor swallow his upcoming laugh again. “Yes, such trouble. But the new Soldiers should even us out. That is why we need more Grunaks. Your job for the next trine to come, find us more of those living Raw materials.”

“Yes, the only problem is, I need a crew.”

“Do not worry about this, I ordered Skekna and Skekung to succour on your quest.”

Could be worse. The blue feathered Skeksis held the Skull mask out towards the Emperor. “Did you want it?”

Skekso looked at the last evidence of the Hunter. “Hmm, no. Keep it, burn it, do what you want with it. I despise the token of the death.” And with that he mashes to his throne, leaving Skeksa behind.

Well then, I will keep it.

[surteic]

It’s easy

Summary: Loki teaches Bucky how to braid hair.

Pairing: Loki x Bucky Genre: uh, drabble? Words: 818 Warnings: none

A/N: I was writing this while watching two guys doing stupid stuff on TV and there may be a few things that have rubbed off on me. Expect trash. Also, I don’t have any more fanfic ideas, so if you’ve got some, my dms are open! :D 

I know that my english is not the best but eh, I tried. I hope you guys still enjoy it, even if it may not be the best quality.

Also, wishing you all a happy new year!!

...

"Ouch! Be careful, James." Loki said as he winced due to Bucky pulling slightly at his hair.

"Listen, I have never needed to braid anyone's hair, Loki. I don't know how to do this, except for this guidance on Stark's holographic device." frustrated he let Loki's awefully half braided hair go and leaned back so that his back was resting against the back of the couch. Totally exhausted he let his right hand run over his face before pinching his nose.

"Can't you just use your magic and make it appear? You're doing it all the time anyway." He sighed.

Loki turned his head, looking at the soldier. It was funny seeing him from another angle. With him sitting on the floor between Bucky's legs and the other man sitting on the sofa, he was quite smaller. For once. The god put one hand on Bucky's knee, giving it a slight squeeze.

"There is no need to be frustrated, dear. My mother thaught me when I was a child and it was-" he stopped for a second, thinking of the right word, "-not the easiest task to accomplish." Loki gave a humorous chuckle before smiling up at the other man. "I will teach you."

"Loki, no." Bucky said softly, not really in the mood to argue.

"I promise, dear, it's easy! I'll show you first and then you're doing everything that I'm doing, alright?

Loki wasn't even waiting for an answer. The moment Bucky had raised his eyebrows and taken a deep breath the god shouted for his brother, who had been with Tony and Steve in the living room, watching a movie. Not far later Thor boomed through the doors with the biggest grin and a drinking glass in his hand. He must have had some of Asgard's alcohol again, the demi-god thought, shaking his head.

"Sit down, Thor. I need you to let me braid your hair." looking utterly surprised by his brother's request he pointed to Bucky. "Why aren't you using his hair? He's got pretty long hair too, you know?"

"Because I am trying to show him how to braid hair, you oaf. Now sit down, will you?" Thor took a seat in front of his brother but turned to Bucky again, before Loki even got the chance to grab his hair.

"Loki used to always braid my hair when we were little. You should have seen him, Bucky. I was so much taller then him and he'd always stand on this tiny wooden chair that was in his room." Laughing, he gave Loki a glance. Joy was written on his face as he remembered those times. The fact that Loki used to do his older brother's hair when he was still a kid, made Bucky smile. He always knew that the black haired god had a hidden soft side. Not the 'loving tiny kittens and sprinkles on his hot cocoa' but his 'kind' side. Even thought Loki didn't reveal this side often, the soldier knew it was there and every time he'd listen to stories about his past, they'd be exposed.

Grabbing the blond hair's head, Loki turned it to face in the other direction, slowly bringing it in place. Once he was satisfied that it was the right angle, he took three strands of Thor's hair and showed them to the man sitting on the couch. "So, you have to take three strands of hair; only small ones if you want to braid the ones I'm usually having." Bucky nodded, understanding what the trickster meant. He'd always catch him in their bathroom making them.

" Then you take one of the outer strands and put it over the one in the middle. You have to change the sides each time you're putting it over the middle one, don't forget that, dear." Thor smirked at the pet name. It made him think about how his brother finally found himself the person he has always been looking for. Once the braiding was done and a hair tie was holding everything in place, Loki released Thor's hair and showed the result to Bucky, who sat in awe, starting to try it himself.

It was a rocky start for the trained soldier but he eventually got a small braided strand after frowning and sighing for five minutes. He proudly looked at his work and smiled. "Done." When Loki let a mirror appear out of nowhere and held it to the back of his head, he admired the braid. It wasn't the best work he'd seen but not bad for a beginner either.

"It's amazing, James. I love it." he said, dragging his boyfriend's head down for a soft kiss, after the mirror had disappeared again. Thor, now sarting to get up and head to where he'd been ten minutes before, left the room to them; closing the door silently. Neither Bucky nor Loki had noticed him leaving.

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Masterlist

[silvaxus]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lucifer/Sam Winchester Characters: Sam Winchester, Lucifer (Supernatural) Additional Tags: Grooming, Wing Grooming, Wing Kink Series: Part 14 of Santa is cumin' Summary:

Lucifer asked Sam to do something for him, but Sam hadn’t anticipated his own reaction. Beta: @crownoyami Taglist: @brieflymaximumprincess @satans-gal-pal @this-darkness-light @scarecrowandmrking @lucifer-is-pretty @lucifers-perfect-angel @spnyoucantkeepmedown @space-time-paradox @luciferkoh @rinienne @lucibae-is-dancing-in-hell @humongouscandycoffee @ajcza @captain-winchester-27 @blakechaos08 @jumclia @coffee-queen448

[magpie-allosaurus]

Dean jerked awake from the hounting nightmare. Were it dreams? Or were it memories, brought back in a horrible even more twisted way than the orignal happening? This or that. It made his throat twist and his eyes burn. He felt hoarse. Was he screaming? He didn’t know. All he felt was the heat on his body, he remebers the drowning. The lost air in his lungs. He heard his name being called. And just like that, Cas was in his room. Standing there, with worry, afraid to take one step closer to shy dean more away. But the hunter only looked at him. With gasping voice telling the angel to come to him.He isn’t sure if he even spoke. Only that Cas was at his side in an instant. With force he pulled Cas to him, kissing him. It wasn’t soft or anything like it. It was harsh. He didn’t deserve this kind of affection. With one hand holding Cas in place, with one searching and exploring Cas body. The angel just went with it, but tried to take his time, even being gentle. What made Dean frustrated. “Fuck me” was all he could say, the dried up tears still in their place. Castiel made no attemped to obey. He even kept a distance. “Not like that” And that was it. Three words, spoken with love, sadness and sympathy? Dean couldn’t take it. He cried. He couldn’t look at Cas. His eyes stayed towards the ceiling. He feels soft kisses placed at his face, caring hands in his hair and on his neck, and hears words spoken with such love, that it didn’t long for Dean to fall in a dreamless sleep.

[chibinekochan]

Jumin x Reader

drabble/ unused Hc

I decided to rewrite it but this was much pretty done, so I thought I might as well finish it.

You meet during a wine tasting.

You really love cats and so you come to share stories about your cat with Jumin.

You get him to follow your tripter account and share all the cat pics with him.

You both meet here and there at business parties, you don't care who he is at all.

You become cat picture buddies and you even reach Jumin how to make cat videos *and the RFA chat breaks because of it*

You just really enjoy spending time with him.

You usually live in a different country what makes things a bit difficult.

Jumin sometimes just forgets what time zone you are in and calls you, because he somehow missed your voice, at like 2am.

You don't really mind since you enjoy talking to him when you can.

Actually, you really start to look forward to your next meeting, but it's month until then.

At first, you don't really know it but you slowly fall for Jumin.

You are really happy when you see him again.

“Jumin, it's been so long. How is Elizabeth the 3rd and how are you?”

“She lost a bit weight lately I'm kinda worried.”

“How much weight is it?”

“Like 0,15 pounds.”

“Have you talked with a veterinarian about it?”

“I did but everything is alright with her.”

“Maybe she just ran around a lot?”

“Maybe but it seems really unusual.”

“Maybe she wants something new to eat?”

“She always was a bit picky about her meals.”

“Oh there is this commercial for cat food right now, maybe she saw that and now wants to eat that?”

“It is possible. I should look into it. I'm glad I came to you with this. Other people would just make fun of me.”

“You know how much I care about cats and about you. So it's only natural.”

“You are so kind, it's quite a shame we barely get to see each other.”

“I feel the same way. I will be in town for a while so how about we have a coffee or something?”

“Sounds good but how about a dinner instead? I'd like you to meet Elizabeth the 3rd in person.”

“That sounds like a great idea. A great chance to get to know you better and the lovely Elizabeth the 3rd.”

“I'm sure that she will be really happy to meet you.”

“When should we meet then?”

“I think we should just go right now.”

“Would that be okay? I thought you have some big fish to catch here.”

“I don't really care. I much rather go back home, especially now were you agreed on coming.”

“It's fine with me, the party is kinda dull anyways.”

“Yeah, that's very true. Let's go then.”

You go together with Jumin to his penthouse.

You greet the cat right away but she seems really healthy.

“What a beauty. She looks completely fine. Why did you lose weight Elizabeth the 3rd?’

She meows happily and you pet her.

“Seems like she likes you.”

“Maybe she just doesn't want to eat alone?”

“I have to admit that I was really busy lately. I'm sorry Elizabeth the 3rd. I will spend more time with you.”

“I'm sure she will be really happy about that. You have to keep me updated though.”

“Of course. I know you really care for her.”

“Oh, can I take a picture with her?”

“You should ask her but I don't mind.”

“I just figured it would be right to get your permission. So you want to take a picture with me?”

You ask the cat and she doesn't disagree.

You happily take pictures.

“She is such a lovely cat. You are truly blessed.”

“Thank you. Can I get copies of the pictures too? You both look really good together.”

“Sure. Do you want to take a picture together too?”

“A picture of us... sure I wouldn't mind.”

“Great come here.”

Before you can take the picture Elizabeth runs away.

“Seems like we overdid it.”

“I guess she needs a break but we still could take a picture, Jumin.”

“A picture of us together?”

“I mean only if you want to.”

“I really not mind it but would you really want that?”

“I really don't see why not. I would really like that actually.”

“Alright then let's take one.”

“Nice, let's add a cat ear filter. I'm sure that will look super cute on you.”

“I have doubts about that but I'm interested regardless.”

You get really close to him, you don't really realize it until you see the picture. It kinda makes you blush.

Jumin checks the picture and he seems really happy with it.

“I'm really glad I came here. I feel like I finally meet the real Jumin in person.”

“The real me…. That's kinda interesting. I don't think anyone would be interested in that.”

“I'm really interested in you Jumin. You are a really kind and caring man.”

“I'd like to know how you came to that conclusion and you should be careful how you word thinks.I might get the wrong idea.”

“I have seen how you care for Elizabeth and I don't think you get the wrong idea at all.”

“So when you say that you are interested in me you mean?”

“I mean that I really like you a lot and that I'd like to get to know you better. Why else would I come into a man's house?”

“I thought you might be just interested in Elizabeth the 3rd.”

“I really like her too but not in the same way that I like you.”

Jumin seems to think for a moment.

“I ever thought I’m the only one that feels that way. I never thought that you feel like I do.”

“It's really good that we have dinner then. I feel like we have a lot to talk about.”