#redacted drabble

david, asher, and milo:

Sure, the primal, animal part of his brain is extremely turned on by the thought of them marking him, but it goes beyond that. It goes to the extent of knowing they could truly maim him, hurt him, ruin him, and they choose not to. They choose to kiss the marks they left afterwards, and they choose to whisper praise in his ear. They choose to let him take over, take control, and take them entirely.

He knows they're lethal, and he also knows how quickly they melt under his hands. And that? That brings him to his knees, down to their feet.

— 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬

[𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫] milo greer

fuck your hand hurt, but honestly you felt like you deserved this. how could you be careless enough to grab a burning hot skillet? milo is never gonna let you live this down. a part of you is debating to just use healing magic for it and the other half is like you deserve this pain, which doesn’t really feel like that’s a healthy reaction. you can unpack that later, you decide to just apply some burn cream onto your hand to help with the pain when you hear the door open.

“sweetheart i’m home” you can hear milo kick off his heavy work boots. “hi aggro” he says softly to the feline and bends down to pet him. all you can think is that you can not let him know you stupidly burned your hand on a skillet. you have to hide, you’re great at hiding so obviously you quickly cloak.

“sweetheart you home?” he calls out.

“uhh yeah” you try to hide the nervousness in your voice.

“where are you? you cloaked again?” he starts looking around.

“maybe?”

“maybe? what do you mean maybe? it’s a yes or no question”

“yes”

“why are you cloaked?”

“cause um uh…” you’re digging your own grave here. you can’t think of an excuse and decide to just uncloak, milo jumps as per usual and you giggle at his reaction.

“quit doing that! you’re gonna gimme a heart attack” he glances down that the hand you’ve hidden behind your back. “what are you hiding from me?”

“nothing”

“why’s your hand wet?” you give him a confused look. “you’re standing in front of a mirror sweetheart, i can see behind you”

“i just washed my hands that’s why they’re wet, no other reason” you smile, thinking your reference was pretty funny and he stares at you deadpanned.

“let me see it” you sigh in defeat and show him your burned hand. “damn sweetheart what did you do?”

“i burned my hand on the skillet cooking. i wasn’t thinking and i touched it while it was hot” milo inspects the very red and ointment covered hand.

“what did you put on it?”

“burn cream”

“burn cream? you mean ointment? sweetheart why didn’t you just use your healing magic?” you look down at the ground in shame.

“i thought i deserved it for my stupidity”

“what? why would you think you deserve pain?”

“i don’t know, i didn’t wanna unpack all that”

“fuckin a, okay i’m gonna heal you then we can talk about it later when your ready. okay?”

“okay” milo gently takes the back of your hand a holds it up to use what little healing magic he knows to heal your throbbing hand. after he looks up at you to give you a quick kiss.

“no one deserves pain sweetheart, especially someone like you.” he places another swift kiss on your forehead before kissing your lips again.

“thank you”

“yeah yeah you nerd, now quit hurting yourself in dumb ways” you can’t help but smile and his lightly scolding.

“yes sir”

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how come when milo has a heavy north eastern accent he gets bitches, but when i have it i get none? where are my bitches?

.love always <3 pearl

truth be told, this is probably just going to end up being a drabble rather than a wip, but i feel very strongly about this little chunk of text, so here it is.

tagging @sealriously-sealrious (sorry ik it’s late lol)

cw: male listener oc for pet

the former knows of the latter by milo's occasional discussion of lasko—those two seem to meet up frequently, even just to hang out or chat post-inversion.

(that, and, as a curious-minded investigator whose whole career happens to revolve around snooping, they might have done a bit of digging—on that air elemental and the water elemental that transferred into DAMN a while ago.)

— 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭

[𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔] d.a.m.n squad

“listen eating cheetos with chopsticks just make the most sense, that way you don’t get the cheese dust all over your fingers” you try to back up your strange habit while reaching in the bag for more.

“what?! dude the cheese dust getting on your fingers is like the best part!” you shake your head at huxley.

“bro your gonna give someone a yeast infection one day” gavin holds back a laugh at your brutal comment.

“hey man i wash my hands!”

“huxley i had to remind you to brush your teeth this morning” damien cuts in and huxley scratches the back of his head.

“it may have slipped my mind” you shake your head and continue picking through the bag while watching lasko and damien game on the tv.

“hey can i have one?” gavin whispers and you lean the bag towards him. “feed me?” you roll your eyes and pick one up to feed him.

“mmm you love me~”

“yeah i know don’t remind me” you watch as gavin pokes at lasko to break him from his concentration, he yelps and damien takes the chance to win finally.

“gavin!”

“whaaa? just making it interesting”

“lasko come with me to kitchen, i wanna start on those cupcakes now or they’ll never get done” you shove the bag and chopsticks you had into gavin’s chest and he lets out an oof and takes the items. you get up and take lasko’s hand and guide him into the kitchen.

“uh i wanna thank you again for hosting this uh um”

“slumber party”

“y-yeah that, thank you”

“it’s my pleasure i love having you guys over and i’m super excited to have you all sleep over” you flash a smile at him and lasko feels his heart squeeze. “hux and damien will probably sleep together on the pull out couch, you’re welcome to sleep with gavin and i”

lasko can feel his face flush at the offer, you can’t help but smile as you start pulling out the bowls and measuring cups.

“can you grab the eggs?”

“oh y-yeah sure”

“thank you~ go ahead and crack those into a bowl, i’ll start mixing” you instruct as you start pouring the mix together.

“got room for one more to join? damien and hux started to suck face”

“r-really?!”

“nah but i could sense that wanted to so i’m giving them some privacy” gavin says before walking over and wrapping his arms around you from behind. “whatcha making my little freelancer?”

“we are making red velvet cupcakes”

“sounds yummy, but not as yummy as—”

“ahem, we are not the only two in here gav” you say sternly.

“i’m aware” gavin says while starting to plant kisses on your neck.

“gav” you say in a warning tone that’s barley about a whisper.

“alright alright” he says finally letting up. “lasko you wanna get in on this?” lasko’s face heats up once more as he faces down to focus on prepping the cupcake tray.

after putting the cupcakes in the oven you all go back to the living room to help set up the pull out couch and set up a movie. huxley had damien to snuggle up with and lasko watched as you laid back in gavin’s lap. you noticed his anxiousness and opened your arms for him, he glad took your invitation and you instantly started played with his hair.

“hey scooch i wanna be party of the cuddle party” you giggle and open your arm for huxley to move both damien and himself into your side.

“my legs are getting crushed”

“suffer” you smile up at gavin as he leans down to place a kiss on your forehead.

“anything for you”

you sigh happily at the pile of friends you have as you watch them watch the movie you put on. you can never express how grateful you are for them to be in your life.

“i love you guys”

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eat cheetos with chopsticks it will change your life i swear it

.love always <3 pearl

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