#Citrus drabble

[citrus-blade]

Dnb pokemon AU

Important note: I only worked with the knowledge of Pokemon that I had previously of writing this, which is limited. I used to watch the show as a kid and played the games, but I mostly only know pokemons from the 1. to 3. generation or that I looked up to resemble certain animals.

I don’t know the pokemon lore, the only stuff I DO know is from the first few seasons (which was years ago) and the first movie. (I watched others but don’t really remember them). So yeah, not up to date and I googled a bit and asked a bit around about ‘Evil’ pokemon and all and came up with this. Nothing connected to canon pokemon (Neither the show nor the movies nor the games). Hope you can still enjoy it the story under the cut! :]

Words: 1.841

“Run, Patches, run!” Dream screamed as he ran through the forest, his eevee called Patches running in front of him, glancing over her shoulder. “Don’t look back!” He yelled, eyes wide as he felt the ground under him rumble. It was then that he dared look back himself, seeing the ground move and trees fall over.

Him and Patches weren’t the only ones running. Every single pokemon that lived in the forest was fleeing, some were lucky enough to have the ability of flying, others jumped through the trees but some were rather slow. Leaving them behind broke Dream’s heart, but he wasn’t even sure if they’d make it out in time. There were also people running, but he didn’t really care for them.

All Dream wanted to do was try and find Ho-Oh, who would have thought some crazy people would cross his way over and over again? Only for ending up in the middle of an old forest, trying to summon some legendary pokemon. Maybe he should have given up on finding Ho-Oh like Techno had said, he wouldn’t end up in all this trouble then.

A loud screech tore Dream out of his thoughts and he looked over his shoulder once again, seeing Giratina floating in the air. Suddenly a shock wave stroked, forcing the earth to move and everything to fall. In his last attempt to protect Patches Dream jumped forward and grabbed her, pulling her to his chest and curling around her.

It was his own scream that he registered next, as he flew threw the air and hit a hard rock on the ground. There was chaos around him, trees everywhere on the ground and almost impossible to find the way out. When he looked up he saw how Giratina prepared for the next attack, looking down at the chaos, at the people who forced it here and tried to chain it into this reality.

Dream never faulted some pokemons for thinking of humans as evil creatures. He had saved some from abusive owners, freed wild ones from traps and more and had seen other legendaries caught in an act of trying to control and use them. So really, Giratina attacking them was understandable even though he wasn’t really involved. All he wanted was to safe his own pokemons, his friends.

Slowly he sat up, flinching together when pain rushed through his body. Patches looked up at him, trying to get his attention. Her eyes were filled with worry for him and not even stroking her at her favorite spot could distract her. “Patches,” he said before looking around again, he had hoped to use Spirit – his rapidash – to escape, but it would be impossible for them to run here. Too many obstacles in the way.

Eventually Dream tried to stand up, yelling in pain and falling back to the ground immediately again. Patches was squeaking in distress, looking around in the attempt to find someone who could help them. But there was no one, pokemons were fleeing and no human in sight. It was then that Dream made a decision, as their time was running out.

Pulling out a pokeball he let out Parrot, his Corviknight. It fly at first before landing in front of Dream and Patches, tilting his head. “Alright,” Dream talked to himself, panicking a bit as Giratina seemed to be almost done preparing itself. He pulled of his pokeball belt, wrapping it around Parrot and securing it, before placing Patches atop of the birdlike pokemon.

Both were watching him when he ripped out a sheet of paper from his backpack, also getting a pencil to write something. His handwriting wasn’t the best in the moment, visible that it was written fast with not much time left. “Here, take this Parrot,” the blond said, letting Corviknight take the paper in his mouth. Then Dream took his face between his hands, making sure his friend knew it was serious. “You have to get out of here before Giratina can attack again, okay?”

Patches seemed to realize what the human was about to do, immediately squeaking at him as if she was yelling to not be so dumb. Parrot also seemed to try to protest, but Dream was having none of it. “There is no time, you hear me?!” He yelled, tears in his eyes, “And I need to know that you all are safe, so go!” Parrot stepped back yet hesitated, he could probably carry Dream, but it would slow them down and every second was needed. “Go, I said!”

And with those words they were off, Dream watched them fly away, over the destroyed forest and out of range from the attack. Only a few seconds later did another scream sound, a shockwave lifted the earth under Dream and suddenly everything went black.

A loud sniffing was what woke him up, groaning in pain and he slowly opened his eyes. However that didn’t change much as it was still black and when he tried to move he winced from the pain. The sniffing got louder and eventually he heard a muffled voice, stepping closer. He flinched when all the dirt and debris was removed from atop of him, revealing a certain pink haired trainer he knew all too well.

“Dream!” Techno yelled out before falling to his knees next to the blonde, removing more of the debris. “What were you doing here?” He asked as he checked up on Dream, his friend breathing a bit heavily. His Arcanine standing behind him, head tilted and ears hanging a bit, it was probably thanks to him that Dream was found.

“Got a hint that I’d-” Dream coughed lightly, really wanting a glass of water as he felt all the dirt in his throat, “That I find another hint to Ho-Oh.” He knew it sounded dumb and he knew Techno good enough to know what would come next. They’ve been together a lot on their journey after all, even though the last time they saw each other was when… Well, when they got a bit closer than usual.

Every night the blond dreamed of their kiss. And how fast Techno had left.

“You’re a fool, Dream,” Techno sighed as he got everything off of the man, eyeing the tree that lay half on the blond. “What happened? I saw some people from Team Rocket around, officer Rocky arrested a few. When he looked over to Dream’s face he saw his eyes closed and didn’t hesitate to pat his cheek in light claps. “No, Dream, stay awake, alright? Don’t force me to get Milotic to splash your face.”

Dream grumbled but opened his eyes again, watching how Techno – the man he was so so in love with – call over his Espeon that had been with Techno’s Umbreon before. The pink colored Pokemon eyes Dream before looking up at her trainer. “Use psychic to get that tree off of him. Dream, keep talking.”

“They forced some pokemon called Giratin to leave it’s dimension and tried to keep it here against it’s will,” explained the blonde, gasping when the heavy tree was finally off of him. “Shit,” he cursed. Techno pulling him up carefully to look over him, checking on his body. “It got angry, obviously… And went on a rampage. I got knocked out at the second shock wave….”

Techno hummed, one hand coming up to stroke Dream’s hair out of his face, red eyes meeting green hazey ones. “I was so worried,” the man whispered, pressing his face in Dream’s neck, the blond sighing lightly. “We found Parrot with Patches and all your pokeballs shortly after the last shock wave. They came to the pokemon center in the closest city, we could hear sounds there but didn’t know what happened until the first scared pokemons came running…”

Dream nodded lightly, wincing when he tried to move and hug Techno closer, not enjoying the thought of the man being worried. “Giratina really did something.” Techno nodded before moving lightly, pulling a pokeball out from the inside of his jacket. When he threw it Milotic appeared in front of them, floating above the ground.

“Come here,” Techno said in a soft voice.

Dream will always remember the day Techno found Feebas, left behind after it went K.O. in a battle. Him and Dream were wandering together as they wanted to go to the same city when some woman approached them for some duels. Dream reclined as he just caught Princess, his Finizen, and wanted to give his friends some rest.

Techno accepted and easily won just with his Bautifly and Carl – his Mudsdale – alone. She had six and the last one was Feebas. She lost, screamed at Feebas about how useless and ugly it was and left it laying there injured and alone. Dream guess it maybe hit a bit close to home for the pinkette as he walked up to the poor being and picked it up, promised a better life.

Feebas accepted and they formed a friendship everyone envied.

A whimpering sound came from Dream when Milotic curled around them, making sure to touch Dream as much as possible. “Good, now use Life Dew,” whispered Techno, eyes still on the man in his arms. An immediate sighed could be heard from Dream as he felt warmth spread, feeling the healing of some of his wounds. He’d still need to go to the hospital, but this would help enough to survive the journey there.

For minutes they lay there, Techno holding Dream was close as humanly possible, like someone who was scared of losing something important. Dream snuggled up against his, using the excuse of still not feeling to well, Techno knew it was a lie, but didn’t call him out on it. “...Any news about Lugia?” Dream asked eventually, enjoying the soft stroking of a strong hand over the small of his back.

“I actually was on my way to a location someone had sighted one. Maybe.” Dream chuckled at that, rumbling against the other man who cocked a brow. “What?”

“I can’t believe you tell me that I should give up on finding Ho-Oh, when all you do is run after Lugia!” Laughed Dream out, wincing from the still left pain but ignoring it. Techno rolled his eyes but an amused smirk was on his lips, badly contained from the pinkette.

“At least people have seen it, all your proof of it is some legend.”

“Hey!” Dream called out, cuddling back up to him, “I told you I saw it. The day you saved me from Team Rocket… It was right there, like it made sure we were safe together.” Techno just snorted at that, not believing his friend. Or whatever they were. But that was okay, cause Dream was just happy to be there for now, to be with him for a bit before their path had to part ways again.

Yeah. For now they could ignore all the chaos around them and instead enjoy the calmness of being reunited. Of being together.

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Yeah, I think you can notice that I’m in Writer’s Block but whatever. Hope you enjoyed!

Here the teams of both Dream and Techno! I had to google the names of most of the pokemons cause I only knew the german ones of most of them lol Dream’s Team (Tries finding Ho-Oh): Eevee – Patches Finizen – Princess Rapidash – Spirit Dragonair – Ender Corviknight – Parrot Yamask – Nightmare

Techno’s Team: (Tries finding Lugia) Milotic Umbreon Espeon Beautifly Mudsdale – Carl Arcanine

[fbfh]

Imagine topping Leo in a chair?

LITERALLY love you for this. riding Leo in a chair is in like your top 5 favorite ways to ride Leo. your faces are so close together and he can feel every intimate rockwing bouncing squeeze of your tight juicy little hole gripping his throbbing cock like a vise. his eyes are so wide and his grip on your soft hips is nearly enough to leave pretty little fingertip bruises polkadotting your thighs (which he's obsessed with) and your hips (which he's also obsessed with) and your ass (are you sensing a pattern here????) and god everything you do drives him crazy but CHRIST the way you hold his face so sweetly in your pretty hands, so innocent and tender while simultaneously milking his cock for all he's got. and he'll give it to you. Leo will let you ride him in that chair that he can't look at after that without going half mast. he'll let you ride him until he's shooting blanks, until both of your cum drips on the floor, mixing in messy creamy beautiful puddles. Leo will throw his head back in pleasure, panting, chest heaving and giving you the best view of his perfect neck that's just begging to be covered in hickeys and bites. Leo will let you ride him in a chair until he passes out. can't walk. pounding down gatorade and liquid iv to try and rehydrate. and he'll thank you for it.

[smokingcitrus]

HEARTBREAKING: half of the 1.5k words you wrote for an intro need to be cut to preserve the tone of the fic

[nowoyas]

Oh no I'm definitely gonna write a soulmate au aren't I

[rosencrantzsguildenstern]

should i try and shotgun re:vale week earlier events since i didnt know it was happening…

[arkive78]

One Piece Fic Recs that occupy my mind nonstop

After really getting into One Piece this past spring, I've been reading as much as tumblr and AO3 have offered me in terms of One Piece content. It's been hard to keep track of everything that I have read, however, certain stories/headcanons/posts linger in my mind and I thought I'd share them with you!

Minors DNI with fics marked as NSFW and for anyone, be sure to read the content warnings the authors have mentioned!

Hope y'all enjoy!

Updated: October 1, 2024

Killer

Childhood Crush by @analogwriting

does involve violent themes, please be sure to read content warnings for each chapter

Will You Let Me? by @fanaticsnail

NSFW, Pollen AU

Dreaming of You by @fanaticsnail

this also includes Heat and Kid

NSFW

The Break (Kid x reader x Killer) by @standfucker

Gore, graphic description of injury/pain/first aid, hurt/comfort, confessions, highly oblivious reader

Rotation (Heat, Kid, Killer, Wire x reader) by @standfucker

explicit NSFW content

Loving you is easy by @sheerxfiction

NSFW

Three Times Killer Tried to Confess and The One Time That He Did by @nina-ya

SFW

Acid, Salt, Fat, and Heat (w/ Kid) by @fanaticsnail

NSFW

Ace

SFW:

A world we are both in by @my-love-is-sunlight

Kiss by @my-love-is-sunlight

Patching Up Ace's Wounds by @nina-ya SFW

there are more of this prompt with different characters btw!

Help by @sanjisprincesswifey

Blinders On by @froggiewrites

Taking the hit for him by @grandline-fics

NSFW:

Open Flame by @willowbelle

Ace + back dimples by @tetzoro

Fated Reunions by @tetzoro

Coward by @mimi-ya

Need by @maddddstuff

Ass or Tits? by @cloudzoro

Follow Through by @froggiewrites

My Pretty Little Thief by @turtletaubwrites

Zoro

SFW:

Bloom by @tetzoro

brazen by @mydearlybeloathed

"we should get married" by @grandlinedreams

wake him up! by @sleepymarimo

He Loves Me by @clare-875

Got me losin' my cool by @bitchimasnake-sss

Insomnia: owner's instruction by @revasserium

NSFW:

The Right Direction by @willowbelle

with hearts aligned by @eelnoise

2 years overdue by @heyitsdoe

pumpkin by @cloudzoro

beg for me by @angel1010xx

Waterflow by @otkuhotgirl

Law

SFW:

touch-starved Law by @maroronoa

the death of me by @weneeya

too sweet for me by @my-love-is-sunlight

there are no conditions by @cozage

Hidden symptoms by @escenariosinfumables

Unspoken affections by @avocadorablepirate

NSFW:

Tethered Together by @tetzoro

Luffy

A secret by @missmugiwara

18+, suggestive

SFW:

you can talk to me, but you already know by @mydearlybeloathed

clueless by @grandline-fics

Bachata by @fanaticsnail

Mihawk

Sapsorrow by @fanaticsnail

has both SFW and NSFW so make sure to read the chapter warnings!

Creative Cures by @discordantwritings

NSFW

Shanks

SFW:

Remember Me by @fanaticsnail

Dancando Lambada by @fanaticsnail

NSFW:

Always return to you by @discordantwritings

Sanji

NSFW:

Citrus by @otkuhotgirl

Multiple characters

Hey Doc by @fanaticsnail

some NSFW themes depending on the drabble

so very very funny

The Kissing Booth by @fanaticsnail

Paulie, Luffy, Hongo, Smoker, Aokiji, Heat, Crocodile, Sanji, Shachi, Law, and Zoro (right now)

my favorite ones are: Luffy, Smoker, Heat, Shachi !

Competency, Stupidity, Duality by @fanaticsnail

kid, zoro, and killer

SFW

Post Injury by @standfucker

law, shanks, rosinate, blackbeard, mihawk

gore content warnings

Gremlin Reader by @standfucker

Straw Hats, Whitebeard Pirates, Heart Pirates, and Kid Pirates

literally the funniest fucking thing I've ever read

they hurt you while controlled by a devil fruit by @grandline-fics

zoro, law, shanks

angst, descriptions of injury, and hurt/comfort

Beauty scars by @cozage

law, kidd

borderline NSFW

Truth or Dare by @cozage

Ace, Shanks, Luffy, and Law

SFW + NSFW, the NSFW section is clearly marked by the author

Oblivious flirting by @cozage

Law, Luffy, Ace

SFW

A Plushie Substitute by @cozage

Zoro, Luffy, Sanji, Ace, Law

SFW

Five things he says when he thinks you're asleep by @imasimpforshanks

Law, Ace, Shanks

SFW

the moment they knew you were the one by @imasimpforshanks

Luffy, Zoro, Ace, Sanji, Shanks, Law, Sabo

fluff

Falling in love with them by @imasimpforshanks

Ace, Law

SFW

OP to you being clueless to their flirting/feelings part 1 by @astelren

Ace, Luffy, Sabo, Zoro Sanji, Izou, Cavendish, Rayleigh, Law

fluff

there's a part 2!

Being scared to have sex with them by @strawhatsoraya

Zoro, Law, Kid, Ace

obviously NSFW

Calling them my love by @lehguru

Law, Sabo, Ace, Kid, Killer, Bartolomeo

SFW

Kid, Zoro, Law, & Sanji with a s/o afraid of having sex by @eustasskidagenda

NSFW

there are 2 other parts with different characters!

A celestial dragon wants their fem!s/o by @uramakimochi

Zoro, Sanji, Law

SFW

there's another part too!

Hand placement by @cloudzoro

Ace, Crocodile, Law, Mihawk, Nami, Reiju, Robin, Sanji, Tashigi, Zoro

NSFW

god the ones about the girls are SO GOOD

affectionate + strawhats by @lehguru

SFW

OP boys in a relationship by @moonydustx

SFW

growing old together by @usernameforaboredcat

Luffy, Sanji, Zoro, Ace, Sabo, Law, Kid

SFW

sobbed

one piece boys rescuing you by @badgerbl00d

law, zoro

sfw

heartstopper by @sleepymarimo

luffy, sanji, zoro, law

sfw

party games they'd play as an excuse to kiss you by @imasimpforshanks

luffy, zoro, nami, ace, law, shanks

sfw

Op characters reacting to you kissing them and running away by @princeoftheeternalbog

luffy, zoro, sanji, nami, robin, usopp, ace, marco, izou, sabo

slightly suggestive, mdni

Number Games by @turtletaubwrites

multi-chapter story with Cross Guild x reader

very NSFW, read the tags very carefully

Random Flirting Headcanons by @feral-artistry

Shanks, Buggy, Sanji, Ace, Law, Zoro

SFW

Here's part 2 with more characters

Jealousy fueled kiss w/ “Do you have any idea how much I want to kiss you right now?” by @grandline-fics

Ace, zoro, law, kid, lucci

sfw

Thinkin about: the monster, trio, ace ‘n law! Vs breeding kink! by @bitchimasnake-sss

luffy, zoro, sanji, ace, law

nsfw

Habits of touch by @clare-875

Zoro, sanji, luffy

sfw

Butterflies -- how they realize they have feelings for you (touch edition) with Luffy, Zoro, and Law by @radishaur

luffy, zoro, law

sfw

multiple versions! this one is just my favorite hehe

[breakmeoff]

goddess of the desert

featuring: bang chan x fem!reader warnings: swearing, SMUT: unprotected p in v, creampie. MDNI, 18+ only* word count: 2.1k (i swear one of these days i'll learn how to write an actual drabble lol) synopsis: you come out to the states to surprise chan with a short three day vacation to a remote airbnb in the secluded beauty of joshua tree. the stunning desert landscape relaxes you both enough to enjoy the great outdoors, and each other. note: this is part of the Larie's Libations 200 Followers Celebration. this was a request by my lovely anon reader🙈, whose selection is listed below. for story telling purposes we're going to pretend this was set in the spring and the weather wasn't blazing hot. thank you for reading!

LARIE'S LIBATIONS - Bourbon Orange Crush [Wine] — Bang Chan [Cranberry Juice] — Vacation [Citrus Rind] — Kinks (creampie)

Masterlist

Orchestrating this little surprise trip for Chan had been difficult.  That man was always in control and strict to his schedules, so when his manager told him not to schedule anything for three days between tour stops in L.A. and Arlington, Chan began asking questions.  And per your explicit instruction, his manager told him nothing.

Finally, when you showed up to the second show in L.A., things started to make sense and he stopped fighting it. The day after the concert, you picked up your rental vehicle and drove the three and a half hours to Joshua Tree where you had rented a secluded airbnb in the desert, just for the two of you.

Admittedly, Chan was awful about taking time for himself and forcing himself to relax.  Once you had assured him you’d get him back to civilization and the tour within three days before the next show in Texas, he finally relented and exhaled a deep sigh of relief.

After arriving at the private home down the long dirt drive, the two of you unpacked your groceries and belongings, and Chan went to take a much needed nap.  You on the other hand had eyed the above ground hot tub just outside with an uninterrupted view of the desert. 

About two hours later, Chan awoke alone sprawled out on the king sized bed, peering out the floor to ceiling windows which faced the back.  He pushed himself up sleepily and yawned, watching you climb out of the hot tub and dry yourself off with a large serape patterned towel.

Lord, he’d never get tired of seeing you in a bikini and unaware of how stunning you were.  

With a tired smile, he shifted to push himself off of the bed and in a standing position when he caught you out of the corner of his eye walking towards the outdoor shower just down the path. It wasn’t just your walking that made him pause - it was the way you removed your string bikini, draping them over the makeshift wooden ‘privacy’ fence along with the towel.

Walking over towards the window, he was transfixed, unable to take his eyes off of the scene - the goddess-like creature, baring it all under the rainfall showerhead, immersed in the beauty of the barren landscape surrounding them.  His cock twitched the longer he watched you, swelling under the confines of his sweatpants.

Slipping on a pair of slides, Chan made his way outside quietly and down the path towards the shower.  His movements were methodical and slow, like a bobcat hunting its prey.  Finally approaching the pathetic excuse for a wall, he reached for your towel just as you turned the faucet off and turned around to see him.  

Jumping in surprise, you laughed, pressing your hand to your chest.  “God, you scared me…” 

“Sorry Baby.”  Holding the towel open for you, he tilted his head towards it, inviting you into the warmth of the fabric.  “You looked like you might need a hand,” he teased suggestively, obviously dragging his eyes up and down your naked body. 

Smirking at him, you took the few extra steps towards him and let him wrap the towel around your damp, nude frame.  “Oh, just being a sweetheart and wanting to help me out of the goodness of your heart?”

“Sure… something like that,” he whispered near your ear, kissing your temple as he wrapped his arms tightly around you, ignoring the way your wet hair was now saturating his shirt.  “Let’s go dry you off on the chaise over there,” Chan said, nodding over towards the teak, cushioned lounge chairs just on the other side of the yard, facing out towards the desert.

The heat of the day had finally dissipated and the sun was starting to sink beyond the horizon, swathing the cacti and wild bushes in dark silhouettes.  Letting Chan lead the way, you walked towards the outdoor furniture and after he seated himself first, he pulled you into his lap, right between his legs and with your back against him.

“Thank you for this,” he whispered against your ear, placing a series of soft kisses against the side of your neck once you were settled against him - arms still wrapped around you and the plush towel protecting you from the elements.  “It’s nice to be somewhere quiet, alone.  With just you.”

Placing your hands on his arms, you began rubbing your palms up and down the expanse of them as you smiled.  “I figured you could use a little break.  And maybe some TLC.”

“TLC huh,” he mused, pulling back a little so he could look down to your face.  

Tipping your head back slightly, you turned to make eye contact with him.  “If you’re lucky.”  

Huffing a laugh, he gently tugged the top of your towel down, pretending as if he was going to expose one of your breasts.  “Bold of you to tease wearing nothing but a flimsy towel…” 

Sitting up straighter, you held onto the towel tighter before you shifted your position, perching yourself fully upon his lap and now facing him.  With your legs straddling either side of him, and your arms draped lazily around his shoulders, you gave your hips a slow roll over the front of his sweatpants.  “Guess I should just stop teasing then…” you mumbled, leaning down to press your soft lips against his, melting against him in a gentle, though heated, open mouthed kiss.

Chan groaned against your lips, one of his hands finding the back of your head, cradling it as he tilted his face to further deepen your liplock as the other met your hip, gripping through the fabric of the towel as he guided your exposed core to the soft cotton of his clothed cock below.

“Careful…” he mumbled against your mouth, “we are outside afterall.  Someone might see.”

You laughed gently, pressing your hips harder against him.  “Who is gonna see us?  The javelina?”  With that, you let the towel fall from your body, exposing yourself fully to him and the elements.

Chris’ hooded eyes raked over your figure once before he cursed lowly under his breath, and snaked a hand between your bodies to brush his fingers against your soaked entrance.  “Fuck… already ready for me, Baby?”

Whimpering softly at his gentle touch, you nodded your head and breathed a reply.  “Always…” 

Dropping your hand to his waist, you lifted yourself high enough to tug his sweatpants and boxers down low enough for his thick, veiny cock to spring free.  Your lithe fingertips gripped the base of him, eliciting a low moan from Chris’ lips as he watched you pump your hand up and down his length a few times.  “I need you…” he murmured, nearly desperately.

Guiding the velvety head of his length towards your entrance, you finally lowered yourself back down onto his lap, savoring the intense sensation of him filling you so entirely.  Both of your lips parted in an exhale once he was bottomed out inside of you, and your hands moved back to his shoulders, giving yourself the leverage to slowly move up and down his hardened arousal.

“Shit…” Chris whispered, watching you maneuver your body above him, a hand gripping one of your breasts as the other fell back to your hip, gripping his digits into your flesh. 

Leaning forward, he wrapped his lips around your pert nipple of your other breast, sucking softly against your heated flesh.  Humming a sigh, you slowly began to increase your motions on top of him, tipping your head back and relishing in the feeling of his mouth against your skin.

Chan flicked the tip of his tongue against your sensitive bud before gently nipping at it and tugging the pebbled flesh between his teeth, causing a low moan to come from you.  Chris squinted his eyes closed as you tightened your walls around him, panting against your skin and digging his fingertips further into the flesh of your hip.

Dropping his hand from your other breast, his lips dotted a line of small kisses against your sternum until they wrapped around your opposite nipple, giving it the same worshipping attention as the other.

“Fuck, babygirl… you feel so fucking good,” he moaned, pressing his face against the curve of your breast as he pulled you tighter against himself.  Your speed started to increase, and switched from an up and down motion to swirling your hips in a figure eight.

“Oh my God,” you whispered, arm wrapped tightly around him as you felt yourself clench around him buried deep inside of you.  “I’m close, so close.”

With both hands tightly gripping your waist, Chan anchored his feet on either side of the chair and slipped down just enough to give himself leverage to start fucking up into you from below.  “Give it to me,” he grunted, fingers digging in tight enough to leave bruises.  “Cum for me, all over me baby…” 

Your breathing was becoming more erratic, and you tipped your head forward, locking your eyes onto his as your moans became louder.  “More Channie, more, please…” you begged, breathily, eyebrows knit together as you felt your body start to tense up in his grasp.

“Take it, take it all,” he growled, slamming his hips up into you, mesmerized by the beauty of your blissful facial expression and the way your tits moved above his face.  “Let go, let go now.”

A silent moan slipped from your lips as the tension inside you finally snapped, and your entire body tightened with your release.  Toes curling, fingers digging into the fabric of his tshirt, and eyes hazily focused on his, Chris stuttered his hips with the feeling of you clench so tightly around him and the visual of you falling apart above him.

“F-fuuuuuuck,” he groaned through gritted teeth, keeping your hips grounded down on top of him as he spilled himself inside of your warmth.  “Can’t… can’t stop…” he growled, pressing his forehead against your chest as spurt after spurt erupted inside of you, his hips sporadically bucking underneath you. 

Finally, both of your bodies stilled and you collapsed against him.  Shifting his hands from your hips, one hand returning to the back of your head and the other splaying fully against your back, he rubbed your skin soothingly as you both tried to calm your heavy breathing.  

With a small laugh, you murmured “I think we made a mess… I can feel it.  Everywhere.”  With a low, appreciative growl, Chan sat up with you still around him and shifted to lay you back against the chaise cushion at the foot of the lounge in front of him.  

Now with you laying back in front of him, he looked down to where your bodies met, a thick, creamy white ring encasing his cock as he pulled out of your pussy.  “Look at that…” he cooed, one hand gripping the base of himself, the tip of him still resting just inside your flushed walls.  “Fuck, look at you… all covered in me.”  

Bringing a hand to your face with a small blush, Chan reached up to pull your hand away with a devilish grin, and with his hand wrapped around your wrist, he brought your fingers down to the mess between you.  “Feel it, look what you made me do baby…” 

Leaning up a little, you glanced down to where he had led your hand, your fingertips now coated in the stickiness that was coming out of you. 

Finally pulling himself out of you completely, he smirked as his own fingers reached down to your pussy and gently pushed some of his seed back into your still twitching inner walls.  “Can’t let any of that go to waste,” he mumbled, still mesmerized by the work of art he’d created between your legs.

Reaching for the towel with a cheeky smile on your face, you took note of the way he looked at you in awe.

Just then, you both froze at the eerie, unmistakable howl of a coyote not too far off in the distance.  Chan lifted his eyes to yours and he paused for a second.  “...maybe we should go inside and clean up,” a look of concern now spreading over his features.

“Might be a good idea,” you agreed, shifting to sit up as he tucked himself back into his pants.  With a renewed sense of urgency, Chan grabbed the towel from you, and quickly swept you up in his arms, carrying you bridal style swiftly into the house as you giggled, relaxed and happy in his protective embrace.

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[enimsiyobeht]

hot, single dilf near you! long drabble.

mdni 💦 !! san x amab reader. sub/bttm san x dom/top reader. modern setting/alternative universe. age gap (san is implied to be in his late 30’s while reader is implied to be in their early 20’s), single dad/girl dad san, reader is dating san’s daughter, san is a terrible dad (honestly i wouldnt support this irl ..... pls don't do this), feminization kink, san is a tease/temptress, mean reader, sloppy/messy blowjob (reader receiving), minor deepthroating, name calling ('girl', 'slut', 'fucktoy', 'princess', 'daddy' not the kink!), more degradation than praise, humiliation/guilt kink, spit as lube, stark naked v. fully clothed, on the couch/sofa, hardcore sex, unprotected sex (WRAP YOUR WILLY!!), minor dacryphilia, minor breath play/choking, missionary → full nelson, one occurrence of spanking, heavy manhandling, minor exhibitionism, breeding/fertility kink, handjob (san receiving; extra scene), semi-public setting (san gets the handjob in the car; extra scene), minor exhibitionism & voyeurism (extra scenes), two different occasions of bathroom sex (sorry not sorry; extra scenes), against the door (extra scene), no prep (extra scene).

Well .... it started with a handshake.

You met San the first time your girlfriend—his daughter—dragged you over for dinner. Warm smile, laugh lines at his eyes, and the kind of body that didn’t match the “dad” image in your head. You didn’t expect the firm grip that lingered a second too long or the way his eyes flicked down your arms like he was sizing you up—not protectively, but appreciatively.

He played it cool. Always kind, always warm, just barely stepping into flirtation. Innocent.

Almost.

The second dinner, he wore a shirt two sizes too small, thin fabric stretched across a chest that clearly still saw the inside of a gym. You caught him watching you when he thought you weren’t looking—eyes dipping to your lap when you sat down, or following your mouth when you sipped from your glass.

The third time, it was the robe.

He “accidentally” came out of the bathroom while you were waiting in the living room. Damp hair, loose tie at the waist, bare thighs peeking out as he bent to pick something up from the floor.

“Ah—sorry,” he laughed, eyes shining with mock embarrassment. “Didn’t think you’d be here this early.”

But you were early on purpose. Just to catch him again.

Your girlfriend never noticed. Always too busy talking about her latest brunch or trying on new outfits in her room. And San? He took his chances when she was distracted. Small touches on your forearm. Sitting too close on the couch. Asking for help opening tight lids with his back turned, making you step close and smell the fresh citrus shampoo in his hair. Breasts—no, pecs—brushed against your chest more than once.

And then came the night.

She told you she’d be out late—girl’s night, maybe a sleepover.

San texted you before she even left the house.

> “If you’re bored, I’m making wine pasta. Just us guys tonight.”

You knew what he meant. He knew you knew.

You showed up in black jeans and a tight shirt on purpose. Two could play the game.

San was wearing soft cotton lounge shorts. No underwear. You knew that because he didn’t bother hiding how his cock moved underneath the fabric every time he shifted in front of the stove.

You leaned on the counter, watching him stir sauce, his back to you.

“You always cook dressed like that?” you asked.

He smiled without turning around. “Only when I’m trying to impress someone.”

“Who, then?”

He finally looked over his shoulder, gaze heavy. “You tell me.”

That was all it took.

You had him pressed against the counter before the burner was even off. His breath caught when you slid your hand over his hip and cupped him from behind, rubbing your palm over the half-hard length you knew had been growing since you walked in.

“Finally,” he whispered—half to himself.

“You’ve been such a fucking tease,” you growled into his ear, dragging your fingers up under his shirt, feeling the heat of his chest. “You like tempting your daughter’s boyfriend like that?”

San whimpered, leaning back into you. “Didn’t think you’d actually touch me…”

“Bullshit.” You spun him around, hands gripping his waist. “You’ve been begging for this since day one. Dressing like a slut. Bending over for no reason. Looking at me like you want to be bred.”

His eyes fluttered. You watched him crumble under those words—no resistance, just quiet, pathetic need. You pushed him down onto his knees, and he went easily, hands resting obediently on your thighs.

“So desperate,” you murmured, unzipping. “Gonna show me how bad you want it?”

He nodded, lashes fluttering. “Please…”

And San’s lips were already parted by the time your cock brushed them, his eyes glassy and wide, mouth wet with anticipation. You didn’t even have to guide him—he opened, eager, letting the head slide across his tongue with a quiet moan like it was exactly what he’d been craving all this time.

“Good girl,” you murmured, fisting his hair as you fed him more.

He whimpered at the praise. Girl. He didn’t correct you. He liked it. His cheeks flushed pink, knees spreading a little wider on the tile floor like he wanted to be mounted, wanted to be something dirty—wrong.

You fucked into his mouth slowly at first, letting his throat adjust to the weight. It was messy, wet sounds filling the kitchen, spit pooling down his chin as he gagged softly around your length.

“Look at you,” you growled, tightening your grip in his hair and making him choke harder. “My girl’s father on his knees like a fucktoy. You should be ashamed of yourself.”

San moaned around your cock.

You pulled him off with a sharp tug, saliva stretching in strings from his lips to your tip, his mouth puffy and red.

“Bet your daughter has no idea how much of a filthy little thing her daddy is.”

He gasped, panting. “She… she can’t know… please…”

“You’re so guilty, aren’t you?” you said softly, mockingly, brushing your thumb across his cheek. “But that pretty little hole’s still clenching, isn’t it?”

You dragged him up by the arms and shoved him onto the couch. He landed on his back, legs spread instinctively, his cock twitching untouched between his thighs as you climbed over him.

“Take your shirt off.”

He obeyed immediately. Chest rising and falling, nipples stiff, stomach flexing in anticipation.

“Shorts, too.”

He hesitated—not because he didn’t want to, but because he did. The thrill of being seen, exposed, already leaking, his hole slick with need—there was no shame anymore, only hunger.

You leaned in close. “Be a good girl for me, San. Show me that pussy.”

He shivered violently and pulled them off.

There it was—his soft, needy hole glistening between spread thighs, begging to be filled. Flushed, twitching around nothing.

You spat on it.

San gasped, jerking as the wetness landed. Then you slapped it. Once. Hard enough to make him cry out.

“This what you wanted when you were walking around in your little robe? Acting innocent while dripping in front of me?”

He whimpered, fingers digging into the cushions. “Yes—yes, I wanted you to see me—wanted you to want it—”

“I don’t want it,” you hissed, dragging your cock over his hole. “I own it now.”

Then you shoved in.

San screamed. One hand flew to your bicep, the other fisting the throw pillow. His body arched under you as your cock split him open, stretching him wide and deep. You didn’t give him time to adjust. No gentle easing in—just raw, sharp thrusts, deep and punishing.

“Dirty,” you growled. “Letting me fuck you raw the second your daughter walks out the door.”

“She—she can’t know—” San sobbed.

You wrapped a hand around his throat and squeezed lightly. “Then keep quiet, princess. You don’t want her hearing you get bred like a little whore, do you?”

He shook his head wildly, tears running down his temples. But his hips rolled up into every thrust like he needed the filth, the guilt, the danger.

You bent over him, panting, lips brushing his ear. “Gonna fill this pussy up, daddy. Gonna fuck a baby into you right here on the couch you made dinner on.”

His breath caught. His whole body spasmed.

“Y-you can’t—I can’t—”

“You will,” you growled. “You were made for this. My good little girl. Taking it so deep, so full.”

His cries were muffled as you stuffed the pillow into his mouth, manhandling his hips higher as you fucked him harder. You gripped his thighs tight, pounding into him like your cock could mold him open permanently. He was nothing but a shaking, trembling mess beneath you, eyes rolling back as the rhythm broke him open from the inside.

Then you pulled him flush against your chest and slammed deep one last time.

“Take it—take my fucking cum, San.”

You came with a low, possessive growl, buried to the hilt inside his soaked, clenching heat. San cried under you, body jolting as he came untouched, painting both your stomachs.

You didn’t pull out. Not right away. You just held him there, cock twitching in his hole, watching your cum slowly start to leak out around the seal.

extra scenes (this request specifically had my brain working FINALLYYY because it felt like i couldnt genuinely write 'properly/fully' for a moment)

After dropping his daughter off at work.

He’s been stealing glances at you the whole ride, fidgeting with one hand on the wheel and the other twitching in his lap.

“I’m hard,” he mutters finally, cheeks red. “I can’t go home like this.”

You lean over and undo his jeans, pulling his cock out. “Drive.”

His breath stutters as you stroke him slowly. “We’re gonna get caught—”

“You like that,” you murmur, licking his ear. “You want someone to see her daddy get jerked off in public.”

He cums barely two minutes later, whimpering into the steering wheel, cum soaking his shirt. You kiss his cheek and tuck him away again.

Family dinner at a relative’s house. San drags you into the guest bathroom mid-meal.

He locks the door with shaking hands and pulls you in, already lifting his dress shirt.

“I need you in me now,” he begs, pulling down his trousers. “Please—I’ve been thinking about it all day.”

You shove him over the sink, watching his reflection in the mirror as you push into his greedy little hole. He looks ashamed. Flushed. Gorgeous.

You fuck him without mercy, gripping his hips, making him watch his own face as he gets ruined. You whisper, “Look at yourself. Look how pathetic you are. You were supposed to be the adult.”

“I’m not,” he gasps. “Not when I’m like this…”

You cum deep, pressing your hand over his mouth as he screams into the porcelain. He shakes afterward, cock leaking onto the counter, head falling forward.

“Pull yourself together,” you whisper. “Your daughter’s waiting.”

Daughter’s upstairs, shower running, but you're pressing San into his bedroom door.

“No time,” he whines, already pulling his briefs down. “Just—just fuck me—hurry—”

You lift him by the thighs and pin him to the door, cock sliding into his slick hole in one thrust. He cries out but you slap a hand over his mouth, eyes sharp.

“You want her to hear you, slut?”

His legs tighten around your waist as you thrust up into him hard and deep, his body bouncing softly against the wood. The sound of water running above masks the wet smack of skin on skin.

You kiss his temple, whispering, “You’re such a dirty little thing. What would she say if she caught us like this?”

“She’d—she’d hate me—” he whimpers behind your hand.

“But you’d still beg for more, wouldn’t you?”

You cum with a grunt, holding him high and full, then slowly lower him, watching your cum leak down his thighs.

She calls your name from upstairs.

San presses his forehead to your chest. “Go.”

Bathroom Stall at Her Birthday Dinner. A fancy restaurant. Family and friends at the table. San excuses himself first. You follow five minutes later.

He’s already bent over in the handicapped stall, pants around his knees, hole glistening.

You slam the lock and shove in without prep, making him cry out into the crook of his arm.

“We shouldn’t—” he gasps.

“But you need to be ruined on your daughter’s birthday, huh?”

You rail him hard, teeth gritted, hand clapped over his mouth to muffle the lewd sounds of skin and slapping and shame. The walls are thin. Anyone could hear.

“Gonna breed you again,” you groan. “Gonna make you carry my kid and pretend it’s some mystery. Think she’ll notice your belly swelling?”

He cums untouched—again.

a/n : i had so much fun writing this, no i dont goon to my works i just have a passion for writing erotic works, #hungry feedmemore.com 😼😼 (& i fear this surpassed the dirtiness of the encore series).

[bettys-redwinesupernova]

NOT YOUR BRO

drew starkey x fem!reader

SUMMARY: y/n decides to use some ‘unusual’ nicknames for her boyfriend, drew, except it drives him insane.

based on this ask !! you come up with the CUTEST requests @xoxosblogsblog so thank you for this :) i hope it’s what you wanted, i tried to make it more of a one-shot than a drabble so i hope it’s okay <3

WARNINGS: just some fluffy goodness, one f bomb, and i believe that’s it !! (lmk if i missed anything !!)

WORD COUNT: 1.2k

THIRD PERSON +

The boutique smelled faintly of lavender and citrus, its soft jazz playlist creating a relaxed atmosphere as Y/N and the girls browsed racks of clothes. They had spent the morning shopping, arms now laden with glossy bags from Charleston's trendiest stores. Their conversation had drifted from outfit critiques to relationships as they admired a collection of flowy dresses near the dressing rooms.

"I don't know, it's just hard finding someone who actually gets me," Madelyn said with a shrug, running her fingers over the fabric. "You know, someone who doesn't freak out about my schedule."

"You'll find your person," Carlacia assured her. "Trust me, the right guy won't care how busy you are—he'll hype you up for it."

"True," Y/N chimed in. "Drew's my biggest cheerleader. Sometimes it's annoying how supportive he is."

The group laughed, and Madelyn smiled wistfully. "What do you even call Drew? Do you guys do the whole nickname thing?"

"Oh, for sure," Y/N replied, chuckling. "It's usually just 'babe,' but sometimes I call him 'Drewseph' when I'm feeling extra ridiculous."

"Drewseph?" Carlacia snorted, nearly doubling over. "That's incredible."

"I know, right?" Y/N grinned. "But seriously, I think he'd have a heart attack if I called him anything else. He's so used to those two."

Madelyn raised an eyebrow. "Like what? What would actually make him freak out?"

"I don't know..." Y/N tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Probably something like 'dude' or 'bro.' He'd be so confused."

"Oh my God, you have to try it!" Carlacia said, her eyes lighting up with mischief.

"What?" Y/N laughed, glancing between her friends.

"You should totally call him 'buddy,' 'pal,' or 'dude' tonight—just to see what he does," Carlacia suggested, practically bouncing on her heels.

"I don't know..." Y/N hesitated, though her grin betrayed her intrigue.

Madelyn joined in, nudging Y/N with her elbow. "Come on, it'd be hilarious. You know he'd lose his mind in the funniest way."

"I feel like he'd just be super offended," Y/N admitted, laughing.

"Exactly!" Carlacia said. "That's the point! He'll be all pouty and confused, and we'll all die laughing."

"Okay, but you guys better back me up if he gets mad," Y/N warned, smirking.

"Oh, we will," Madelyn promised, crossing her heart.

"Fine, I'll do it," Y/N said, shaking her head with a grin. "But you owe me if this backfires."

"Deal," Carlacia said, holding out her pinky for Y/N to shake.

As the group headed to the checkout counter, their laughter echoed through the boutique. Y/N could already picture Drew's reaction, and she had to admit—it was going to be fun.

—

The warm glow of sunset filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Drew and Y/N's spacious Charleston apartment. It was the perfect evening to host the Outer Banks cast for dinner and a game night.

The girls entered the apartment, greeted by the savory aroma of roasted chicken, mac and cheese, and freshly baked rolls. Drew met Y/N at the door, leaning down to kiss her. "How was your day, babe?" he asked, his voice soft and warm.

"Perfect," Y/N replied, grinning. "How about you? Are you a certified chef now?"

"Close," he teased, sliding an arm around her waist. "Go wash up; dinner's almost ready."

The girls exchanged knowing glances behind Drew's back, suppressing their giggles. Carlacia nudged Y/N with a wink. "You better deliver tonight," she whispered.

"Oh, I will," Y/N murmured, smirking.

At the long dining table, everyone was buzzing with conversation as Austin laid down the last plate. Drew, seated next to Y/N, had one arm draped casually across the back of her chair. She eyed the mac and cheese near him and decided it was time to set the plan in motion.

"Hey, can you pass the mac and cheese, please, buddy?" Y/N asked, her voice casual.

Drew froze mid-conversation, his head snapping toward her. His brows furrowed in confusion as he glanced at the plate, then back at her. "Uh, sure... babe," he said, emphasizing the word as he slid the dish toward her.

"Thanks, dude," Y/N replied nonchalantly, biting back a grin.

Across the table, Carlacia snorted into her drink, and Madelyn covered her mouth to stifle her laughter. Drew's jaw dropped slightly as he turned to her again, a mixture of offense and bewilderment crossing his face.

"Dude?" he repeated under his breath, as if the word left a bad taste.

"Hmm?" Y/N feigned innocence, loading her plate with mac and cheese.

Shaking his head, Drew tried to let it go, but the girls' muffled laughter didn't escape him. His eyes narrowed suspiciously, but he didn't press further—yet.

The dinner continued with more subtle jabs from Y/N. "Hey, pal, can you pass the salt?" she asked later, earning another baffled look from Drew. When he handed it to her, she responded with a cheerful "Thanks, champ!"

By the time they cleared the table and set up for games, Drew was visibly on edge, his lips pursed as he watched Y/N interact with the group.

They were midway through a heated round of charades when Y/N delivered the final blow. "Your turn, bro!" she called to Drew, grinning widely.

That did it. Drew stopped in his tracks, tossing the game card onto the coffee table. "It's babe! Not 'dude,' not 'buddy,' and CERTAINLY not bro!" he exclaimed, his voice rising an octave in exasperation. His hands flew up in frustration, and he turned to Y/N with wide eyes. "What did I do? Are you mad at me? Why are you calling me that?"

Y/N couldn't hold it in any longer. She burst into laughter, doubling over as tears welled in her eyes. Carlacia and Madelyn followed suit, collapsing against each other in hysterics.

Drew's jaw dropped further. "This—this was a joke?" he asked, his voice wavering between relief and indignation.

Y/N wiped her eyes, reaching for him. "Yes, babe, it was a joke. The girls dared me to do it to see how you'd react."

Drew folded his arms, pouting dramatically. "That's mean. You nearly gave me a heart attack," he muttered.

"Aww, come on," Y/N cooed, scooting closer to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing kisses to his cheek. "You know I love you, babe."

Drew let out a dramatic sigh but couldn't hide the smile creeping onto his face. "You're lucky I'm obsessed with you."

"Lucky?" Y/N teased, kissing him again. "You're the lucky one, Drewseph."

The guys, still confused about what had just transpired, looked at each other. "Are we supposed to get it?" Austin whispered to Chase.

"No clue," Chase replied, shaking his head.

The girls' laughter echoed through the apartment as Drew finally cracked, pulling Y/N closer and resting his forehead against hers. "You owe me," he murmured.

"Anything you want, babe," Y/N whispered back, her grin mischievous. "But admit it—you love me even when I call you dude."

Drew groaned, shaking his head. "Don't push it."

(divider by @kodaswrld !!)

betty’s notes ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚

this was so sweet and silly !! going to get through to some angst requests soon, i feel like i’ve been drowning you all in fluff which is CRAZY because i’m an angst girly at heart🫣 i have enjoyed writing happy drew & rafe so i can’t complain !!

pls send some angst requests pls !! mainly w/ a happy ending :)

[ktownshizzle]

Honey & Citrus | an myg drabble

✎ ˎˊ˗ Pairing: Min Yoongi x female reader ✎ ˎˊ˗ Genre: Fluff, Meet-cute coffee shop!au, to be confirmed if Yoongi is an idol or not

✎ ˎˊ˗  Summary: You haaate your job, but at least there’s this sexy eye-candy at your favorite cafe to distract you from your miserable 9 to forever grind. Your simple, casual nods with him turn into a silent caffeine war when, after his small act of kindness, you buy him his coffee—and he refuses to let the favor go unanswered. Suddenly, you’re locked in a daily battle of who pays first, and just when you think you’ve reached a stalemate, fate (and a very nosy barista) throws in a twist you never saw coming.

✎ ˎˊ˗ Warnings: None ✎ ˎˊ˗ Word count: 1.6k ✎ ˎˊ˗ Posting date: February 13, 2025

✎ ˎˊ˗ Notes: Welcome to another unplanned story. Just a little something I whipped up for the boss babes and corporate girlies working in their city's business districts, desperate to find a semblance of happiness in their robotic working days–did I mention this was really self-indulgent? I am not sure if this stays as a one-shot or a series of drabbles? Idk. Anyways, enjoy!~

Series Masterlist | More Yoongi stories this way > Masterlist

There’s a rhythm to your mornings. The kind that makes life feel like a well-oiled machine—predictable, efficient, sharp. That’s what you tell yourself, anyway, as you sidestep a finance bro barking into his phone to push open the door to Honey & Citrus cafe.

Not Coffee Bean. Never Starbucks. Not even Compose—even though Kim Taehyung’s face could certainly make you wanna come (in).

But you don’t need the soulless corporate grind in your caffeine routine when you already live it from 9 to god-knows-when. Honey & Citrus has the good beans, the real baristas who actually know your order and don’t try to be fake-friendly with you, and the quiet that lets you inhale a moment of peace before stepping into the battlefield of bullshit board meetings.

And then there’s him.

“Iced Americano for Yoongi…” 

He’s always there at the same time as you. Every. Single. Day.

A handsome stranger with sharp, feline eyes and an ever-present air of quiet confidence. The very first time you see him, he was wearing a suit. A medium gray set with an interesting burgundy tie. He held a small suitcase, fit for a macbook air, maybe a thin stack of paperwork. Definitely some VC vulture or hedge fund guy, gifted with the face of a luxury brand model.

But then one day he was wearing… a hoodie and black slacks with headphones slung around his neck, the expensive kind audiophiles swear by. 

Hmm. With this look, your previous assumptions did not add up. Now, you couldn’t quite place his profession. 

Since then, it becomes some sort of game you play in your mind. To discover what this dude’s job is.

One day, he holds a notebook filled with messy, poetic scrawls—you catch a glimpse as he flips the pages, and your mind spins wild theories. Another morning, he reads a printout of a Shareholder Meeting report as he awaits his coffee. Then the next day, you spot a vinyl tucked under his arm, and something about that sends your curiosity spiraling further.

Music Executive? Writer? Producer? Who is this mysterious artsy type in a sea of wolves? But maybe is a wolf. Lawyer, City Prosecutor, some Start-Up Founder… who likes to dabble in poetry?

You’re fascinated. Man has aura. And on top of that, he sure looks like he can fuck.

Unlucky for you, your interactions so far are limited to polite nods, the occasional small smile exchanged as you both wait for your respective coffees. Maybe the universe has a sense of humor, slotting you into the same ten-minute window every day with a stranger who intrigues you far more than your own coworkers do. But of course, he is not interested in you.

You wake up with a migraine, and instantly, you know—it’s a morning from hell.

Your alarm didn’t go off. Your inbox is already on fire. Your boss sends a cryptic “let’s talk” email before you’ve even left your apartment, which is never a good sign. You forgot about the afternoon presentation you’re supposed to give, and your deck isn’t even half-finished.

The thought of quitting—of walking into that glass tower and tossing your resignation onto your boss’s desk like a dramatic K-drama lead—has never been more tempting.

This morning has no rhythm. More out of tune than drunk-you in a Coin Karaoke.

By the time you drag yourself into Honey & Citrus, it’s already a god-forsaken Friday. You’re barely holding it together, probably leaving a trail of smoke in your wake. Your hair is frizzy, your face frazzled—it’s just a fucked-up day all around. And it’s barely 8 a.m.

You’re so deep in your own misery that you don’t even clock the fact that your favorite stranger has been looking at you since you walked in.

Not until—

“Fighting~”

You blink.

He’s looking right at you, his dark eyes warm with quiet amusement as he mouths the word again, this time with double closed fists, like a cartoon character summoning energy. And then, just for good measure, he smiles.

A real one.

The disbelief must be all over your face because suddenly, you’re giggling—actually giggling, something you didn’t think you were capable of before noon.

Yoongi—the mysterious, unreadable stranger you’ve been quietly fascinated with for weeks—just gave you the world’s softest pep talk.

And then, as if realizing what he’s done, he quickly looks away, pulling a face mask over his mouth, his pink-tinged cheeks disappearing behind black fabric.

A second later, he’s heading for the door, stepping out into the cold like he didn’t just single-handedly save your morning.

Your eyes follow him until he disappears around the corner, but the warmth he left behind lingers in your chest.

Maybe because you needed to hear it. Maybe because no one’s said it to you in a long time. Maybe because he said it.

You take a deep breath, square your shoulders. And somehow—somehow—you make it through the day.

You survive. Without handing over your resignation letter.

Small wins.

The next Monday, you get to Honey & Citrus first. You don’t even think about it—you just do it. You buy his coffee.

And then you sprint out before he can react, because suddenly, the idea of watching his expression feels too embarrassing to bear. You tell yourself it’s just a small gesture. A thank-you for a kindness he probably doesn’t even think much of.

The next day, though, he beats you to it.

You walk in, and the barista just hands you your usual order with a knowing smile. “It’s covered.”

You blink, turn, and find him already at his usual spot, sipping his drink like he didn’t just declare war.

Because it is so obvious he did this just to one-up you.

You narrow your eyes. He lifts his cup in a silent toast, eyes glinting with something dangerously close to amusement.

And so it begins.

For a week, you play the game.

One morning, you bribe the barista to let you pay first. The next, he somehow convinces them to refuse your card. 

You show up earlier to get ahead, but the next day he shows up even earlier.

Your schedule is screwed. You’re suddenly up way earlier than you like, but you like it.

It’s ridiculous. It’s fun. It’s completely unlike anything else in your day.

Until, finally, one morning, you both arrive at the exact same time.

You grab the door handle—he does, too. His palm brushes against your knuckles. Both of you freeze, eyes locking, realizing at the same time:

Shit. No winner today.

You swear you see his lips twitch, like he’s holding back a real smile. And then—before you can overthink it—you finally, actually, talk to him.

“You know,” you say, tilting your head, “we could just both buy our own coffee like normal people.”

“But where’s the fun in that?” His voice is deep, lazy, laced with amusement.

“Are you always this competitive?”

“Are you?”

You huff, trying to suppress the warmth creeping up your neck. He leans in slightly, and it’s the first time you’ve really, truly studied him up close—the sharp cut of his jaw, the quiet intensity behind his eyes, the scent of something subtly musky clinging to his coat.

“Since we’re doing introductions before the next round,” he says, “I’m Yoongi.”

Of course, you already know it. You give yours in return, and he nods like it makes sense. Like he already knew it as well. Which makes sense.

As you walk in, the barista snickers, clearly entertained by whatever weird silent war you and Yoongi have been waging for the past week. You’re about to step back, let him go first when the barista clears her throat.

“Actually,” she says, way too pleased with herself. “It’s on the house today.”

Both you and Yoongi blink in unison.

“What?” you ask.

“Why?” Yoongi adds, looking just as skeptical.

The barista leans on the counter, grinning like she’s been waiting for this exact moment. “Valentine’s Day promo.”

Your stomach drops. Your brain stalls. You look around and Honey & Citrus has little cherubs hanging from the ceiling.

“First couple to walk in together gets free drinks,” she further explains.

You feel the heat crawl up your neck, your face burning so hot it could brew the damn espresso yourself. Beside you, Yoongi makes a tiny sound—like an exhale caught in his throat—and when you turn your head ever so slightly, you see it.

His ears are bright red.

The barista just smirks. You are going to die here.

You should correct her, actually. You should explain. But words? Language? Coherent thought? We don’t know her.

But that’s when Yoongi does something absolutely insane.

He clears his throat, thanks the barista, and then—looking at one of the booths of the cafe, still not looking at you—he says, casually, like this isn’t the most absurd moment of your life,

“How about we have that first date right now?”

Your head snaps toward him, and he finally meets your gaze, and oh, he’s serious. 

Your heart stumbles over itself, but you manage a tiny, shy smile, and a quip, “…you mean this coffee? Here?” Because that’s all your pea brain can compute.

His lips twitch. “Mm. Unless you wanna go somewhere else?”

Huh.

You hate that he’s smooth about this. You hate that you kind of really, really like it. 

You swallow hard, shifting on your feet. “This place is fine.”

His smile curves, small but victorious. “Good.”

The barista practically vibrates behind the counter as she hands over your drinks, joyful even though two drinks are getting docked from her pay that week. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day!”

With Yoongi, it feels like it's definitely going to be...

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[wonzzu]

the orange peel theory ; l. jihoon

genre: fluff

word count: 631

rions post it note: Haiii happy new years everyone!!! i got really busy at the end of the year and things have barely started to die down so heres a quick jihoon drabble! i found the idea of taking care of sick hoonie very cute. i miss my beautiful girlfriend jihoon.....

“hey jiji, i’m coming in.” you slide the door open, bags in hand with many medicine bottles and bundles of oranges, after all vitamin c is the cure to all things. your eyes shift around the room, eyeing the clothes on the floor and his bed mostly empty– save for the large mound of blankets in the middle that was jihoon.

he was underneath it all, knees tucked all the way up to his chin and in fetal position. he felt the mattress dip under your weight and the warm bubble he had created under 3 layers of blankets burst as you lifted them off his head.

“hey.. it's cold.. give them back.” he whined softly, his voice hoarse from the sore throat he had gotten from having to walk back home in the pouring rain, “i’ll tuck you back in a second, jiji, just let me give you some medicine–” you rummage through the plastic bag and grab a bottle of nyquil, “have you eaten yet? i brought some oranges from my place if you can’t stomach full meals yet.” jihoon shakes his head slowly and snakes his arms around your stomach and pulls himself closer to your warmth, treating you like a heater. “not yet…. could you peel the orange for me, please?” he elongates the end of the word in a cute tone that makes your cheeks heat up.

you happily peel the oranges’ skin off for him, puncturing the thick layer with your nail and pulling it back a couple times. “here, i’ll even feed you since i’m feeling generous today.” you giggle before popping a slice in his mouth. jihoon chews on the slice and sees you peeling the strings of the white membrane off the pieces you're about to feed him, “thank you, you didn't have to come here to take care of me..” he says as you slide another piece of orange in his mouth, “these are great.”

you smile as you push back the pieces of damp hair that have stuck to the sweat of his forehead, and rest your hand in his hair, “but i wanted to. i can’t let my favorite person in the world suffer alone, can i? this is the least i could do for you, jiji.” your thumb caresses his forehead and you plant a small kiss right in the center, “plus–” you feed him the last piece of orange, “this means i get to spend time with you. even if you’re sick and sleeping half the time.”

you grab and unscrew the cap from the nyquil, pouring to just about half of the measuring cup, “here, take this.” he props himself up for a second on his elbow, albeit wobbly. you pinch his chin in between your fingers and lift his head up, pouring the medicine down his throat. he pulls back and his face twists for a second– jihoons never liked the taste of nyquil, and he motions for the half empty bottle of water on his nightstand and downs the rest of it.

“can’t they make it taste good, god, that was terrible..” he shakes his head before laying back down and snaking his arm around you again, pulling you closer to him. you smile and rub up and down his back, “relax, it’s not that bad. besides, you only take it like, 2 times a day.” with your free hand, you dig into your bag of citrus’ and pull out a large orange to peel and feed him.

jihoon hums and rubs circles into your side with his thumb, your warmth keeping him comfort, and while he won’t say it out loud– he appreciates you taking the trip to his apartment and taking care of him, even if all he has is a fever.

[bagerfluff]

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Cum Filled Casper

Sub/Bottom Casper x Top/Dom Male Reader

Prompt - Butt Plug

Warnings - Rough Sex, anal, cumming inside, butt plug, public sex, praise,

“Where did you take me?”

Casper asked as he looked around. This was a weird part of the mall you took him to. While everywhere else children were running around only adults were here.

It was bright yet dark, like it wanted and didn’t want to be seen. “Welcome to The Pleasure Cave”, you said with a smirk. Casper lets you drag him into the store.

Casper looked around with wide eyes as he took it all in. Casper had no idea what was all around him, it was a little too much. “What catches your eye?

You asked while staring at Casper. You’d never get over how Casper looks when he finds something new. Even if it is a bunch of sex toys. “What’s that?”

Casper asked while pointing to something. “That’s a dildo, it’s a silicone dick that you use to fuck yourself”, you said with a straight face. While Casper was a little red.

What?

Is this what mortals do in their free time? Casper let go of your hand and started walking around. He found more dildos, all different sizes and colors. Some said that they had a vibrator inside too.

Casper walked away when he found one shaped like a tentacle.

Next Casper found things called butt plugs, at least the name was fitting. They were the same as the dildos. Different sizes and colors, some even had tails on the end.

Casper found this weird, mortals are weird. But Casper can’t deny that his pants were getting a bit tighter. Casper only glanced at the cock rings and collars, though you thought Casper would look good in a collar.

You made a mental note to look online for ones you and Casper might like. You were following Casper with a smirk on his face. You had half a mind to buy the things Casper looked at.

You didn’t have that type of money though, so you just settled on a vibrating butt plug and a normal one. You followed Casper throughout the store.

Taking note of things he looked at.

The gags, whips, scented lube. Soon you noticed the bathroom in front of Casper and got an idea. You smirked and grabbed Casper’s hand. “What?” Casper asked as you dragged him into the bathroom and into a stall.

“What are you do-?” Casper tried to ask but was caught off by you. You shoved him into the stall, ass facing you. You pulled down Casper’s pants and unbuckled yours.

“Hey”, Casper said sternly but you ignored him. You reached into your pocket and brought out a citrus scented lube, one that Casper had been looking at.

You squeezed some into your fingers and started to finger Casper’s ass with two fingers. “Ah~”, Casper moaned, but you covered his mouth. “Quiet now, there’s people”, you said with a smirk

Casper turned his head to glare at you but it was short lived as you added another finger. “Mmm~”, Casper moaned as you thrusted your finger faster.

You removed your fingers, lubed up your dick, and thrusted into Casper. “Mmm~”, Casper moaned as he bit your hand. You thrusted into Casper at a fast and rough pace, grunting with each thrust.

“Just a little longer sweetheart”, you grunted. Casper just clenched around you as you thrusted harder and faster. Casper soon came on the stall wall and you came inside of him soon after.

You quickly pulled out and shoved the butt plug into Casper.

“Oh~”, Casper moaned as you did this. Casper whined at the feeling of your cum inside of him and the stretch of the plug. You grabbed a tissue from your pocket and cleaned Casper’s dick.

Making him while again.

You put your dick back in your pants and helped Casper pull his up pants. “Come on, I have to pay for the thing up your ass”, you said.

You smacked Casper’s ass and walked out of the stall. Casper followed you with a weird walk. Every time Casper walked he could feel the plug and the cum. Casper kinda liked it.

Maybe he would yet you do this again.

[marvelstoriesepic]

What the Mirror Doesn’t Say

Pairing: Gym Trainer!Bucky x Reader

Summary: You go to the gym to try and reclaim confidence, but your trainer Bucky sees all the ways you’re already enough.

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: body image insecurity; negative self-perception; emotional vulnerability; self doubt; tension; Bucky being a supportive sweetheart

Author’s Note: Thank you for sending in this wonderful request, my dear! I hope you’ll enjoy ♡

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You’re sweating. You’re stretching. You’re shaking.

The gym smells of iron and effort and citrus-scented cleaning spray.

Your thigh is trembling, body bent in a way it has never agreed to be bent, and you’re certain you look ridiculous

“You’re doing good,” he says, voice low and quiet. Focused. On you.

Bucky is crouched beside you, forearms resting on his knees. He’s wearing black joggers and a gray shirt that shouldn’t fit him that well. It shouldn’t cling like that. You think it might be a crime.

You blink. Try to focus. You’ve been trying to focus since day one.

It’s been four weeks.

Four weeks of showing up with your hair in a messy knot. Four weeks of pretending you don’t care how your shirt rides up when you raise your arms. Four weeks of swallowing through the lump in your throat when the mirror reflects a person you’re not ready to look at.

You shift. Your hip aches.

He watches you. Carefully. Studying. Reading something important on your face. And then he smiles that smile. Slow. Handsome. One side only.

“Your body’s stronger than you give yourself credit for,” he says, soft, as if it matters to him on a personal level. “More flexible, too. You just don’t trust it yet.”

You huff. Laugh, almost. It’s empty.

“I just look stupid,” you say, and you mean it like a joke but your voice doesn’t go with it the way you wanted. “I know this is supposed to be progress or whatever but-“

“You don’t look stupid.” His voice sounds clean in your mind.

You go still.

He moves closer, slowly, afraid you’ll bolt. His voice drops, dips down into something molten. “You keep showing up. You trust your body enough to move. That’s strength. That’s brave.”

You hate when he says things like this. Hate when he makes his words sound so damn sincere. Fond, even. Admiring, even. Respectful.

You don’t know where to put your hands. Or your face. Or your trust.

Glancing down at your body, you feel the familiar throb of dislike flare in your chest. You want to believe him, want to let the words linger. But the voices in your head have been louder for longer.

Bucky doesn’t push. Instead, he stands. Holds out his hand.

“Come on,” he says gently, encouraging. “We’ll stretch it out slow today. I’ll spot you.”

He always spots you.

And you always have mixed feelings about it.

You take his hand. You wish you didn’t hesitate, but you do.

Your fingers are clammy, shaking slightly, but he wraps his around yours as if you’re the softest thing he’s held all day. All week. Longer.

He helps you up with ease and smiles at you. And it doesn’t just touch his mouth - it sets his eyes on fire. “You’re doing great,” he repeats from earlier. He tends to say it often. But he always makes it sound as if he really and wholeheartedly believes it. “But you’re holding back.”

Your brain scrambles for a place to hide and you duck your head, walking over to the next mat.

You settle, and again, he kneels beside you, his knee brushing yours. He’s close.

Your chest is rising too fast.

“You okay?” he asks, and it’s not casual. Not empty. He means it as if he’s checking your pulse with his voice.

You nod. Lie.

He sees through it. Says nothing.

But he shifts behind you. Moves slow. Deliberate and respectful, giving you time. You don’t move.

He places one hand on your lower back. Just his palm. Just a fraction of pressure. Your body startles. But just slightly. He’s never touching you unless he’s sure you won’t shrink from it.

His hand is warm. Firm. The weight of it is like a comma in your spine, a pause, a presence. Your breath catches and stumbles forward, clumsy.

“Breathe,” he murmurs gently.

You try.

The stretch is deeper this time. Your knee groans. Your back protests. Your body whispers its resistance in sharp little sighs and creaks, but you stay with it. You stay in it.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Just like that,” he breathes proudly, increasing the pressure just a little. “You’ve come a long way,” he adds earnestly. There are emotions in his voice, but you lack the concentration to focus on deciphering them.

You can’t help the huff that leaves your lips and starts in your chest, deep deep down.

He leans in closer, and he speaks with his mouth close to your ear. You feel his breath. His voice is velvet-laced steel. “You don’t see it, but I do.”

There’s something certain in the way he says it and it makes your chest clench.

The mirror on the wall catches the two of you in soft reflection. You look at it, then away. You can’t bear to see yourself sitting like this, legs folded awkwardly, arms tense, hair sticking to your temples.

You feel like a mess.

He watches you in the glass. Sees your reaction. His eyes fall back to you. They are heavy.

“You’re overthinking again, doll.” He says it with a tone that tells you he knows exactly what you’re thinking. There’s more in his tone, though. But it doesn’t sound like pity. “You keep flinching away like you’re apologizing for being here.” His voice is gentle but piercing. “As if your body is supposed to be something it isn’t.”

Your throat is full of words that taste like shame.

“I’m not trying to make you uncomfortable,” he adds, softer now. “I just-“ Running a hand through his hair, he releases a pained sigh. “I wish you could see what I see.”

Heat blooms in quiet places. You laugh, small, like a balloon losing air.

“You don’t have to say that.”

“I’m not saying it to be nice,” he insists, just slightly sharper now as if the truth snapped between his teeth. “I’m saying it because I mean it.”

Your body doesn’t know what to do with that.

You swallow hard, not knowing what to say. You want to say don’t say things like that, but also say more things like that. You want to believe him and run from him and ask him to stay all at once.

You settle for looking at the floor.

“You ever think,” he murmurs, so low it’s almost not there. But it’s measured in a way that has you suggesting he’s been thinking about asking this for a while. “That maybe the only thing in your way is the way you see yourself?”

You shake your head, because yes.

You breathe, because no.

“You’re allowed to like yourself, you know,” Bucky says softly, leaning back just slightly, giving you space like a gift. “Even before you think you’ve earned it.”

The words settle in a way that’s unfamiliar in your chest.

You look down at your hands. At the mat. At him.

And you think - for the first time in a long time - you might be allowed to stay.

[honeybeefae]

Capture The Flag (Azriel x Reader)

Warnings: Slight suggestiveness? No smut though!

(Wow, it's been what, a year since I last wrote? I hope you enjoy this small drabble! <3)

Summary // After losing to the Illyrian babies for the fourth time in a row, you swore to yourself that this time would be different. Strategies were made, and routes were planned, but as each of you got picked off one by one, you had to throw caution to the wind and prepare to fight dirty.

A game. That is all this was, right? Just a fun, chill, absolutely not in any way competitive game.

A gust of wind almost knocks you on your ass as a large shadow momentarily blocks out the sun, Cassian's laughter echoing across the forest.

Damn Illyrians.

"Nesta! Feyre!" You shout, feeling the sweat drip down your face and back as you take a sharp turn to the left. "I thought you said we would win this time?! Where is my team?"

This was the fifth time this game had been played in the last month, and the three of you had lost every single time. You had foolishly believed that this capture the flag activity could be played respectfully, the focus more on fun rather than rivalry.

A loud scream followed by Nesta using every swear word she knew proves just how wrong you were about that. "You'll regret that, Cassian!" She shouts, hair sticking to her face as she runs past you in a near sprint. "Hold this for me!"

Before you can react, something is tossed at you, which you are barely able to catch. Your heart stalls momentarily as you realize what exactly Nesta has given you as she goes to get revenge on her mate.

The flag.

Fuck.

"Feyre!!" You yell out, not even bothering to hide the fear in your voice as you frantically look around. In all the games before, you had never been the one to hold the flag, but you knew you had to get it to your home base. However, that would be a much simpler task if you had the protection of the High Lady of the Night Court.

Also, a Valkyrie, but by the sounds coming from a nearby clearing, she was busy fighting. Or fucking. Actually, probably both.

"Come on!" You hear Feyre's soft voice beside you, her hand wrapping around your wrist as she starts to run. "Base is just past those trees! All we have to do is-" A whirl of mist, the smell of sea salt and citrus, and suddenly, the High Lord himself is leaning against a nearby pine. His arms are crossed over his chest, a nonchalant smirk on his lips as he looks at the two of you.

"Ah, I was just wondering where that pesky thing had gone to..." He chuckles, nodding towards the flag, which you instinctively tighten your hold on.

"No, come on, Rhys, please?" You whine, looking towards Feyre as she regards him with an icy stare.

"Do you think it would be fair of me to let you girls win based on pity?" He taunts, raising an eyebrow. "Look, you two are clearly outnumbered, so if you would just surrender-"

"Your general is off frolicking in the woods," Feyre suddenly speaks up, taking a brave step forward as she raises her chin up in defiance. "And your Spymaster is nowhere to be seen. Right now, darling, you are the one who is outnumbered."

"Is that right?" Rhysand purrs, his violet eyes now entirely on Feyre as she smirks. You roll your eyes and sigh despite the circumstances, knowing that this play is going to end much the same as Cassian and Nesta.

Unless....you look at Feyre, with her hands behind her back, and see her motion for you to run. Ah, a trap. Well, she was definitely the best bait for him, after all.

You immediately take off and run towards your home base, hearing Feyre easily intercept Rhys before he can snatch you back, and you laugh. This is it! Cassian and Rhys have both been neutralized, all you have to do is-

A long, muscled arm wraps around your torso and all but slams you into the moss-covered ground right before you can touch the finish line. You gasp, the air was stolen from your lungs, and blink up to see Azriel looming over you with mischievous eyes.

"Hi." He murmurs, voice gravely, as he examines you underneath him. "Were you heading somewhere?"

"Fuck you." You laugh breathlessly, the flag still held tightly in your fist, as he licks his lips. "You know it's not fair to camp out at the end and wait. It's plain cheating."

"Sounds like you're just jealous that you are about to lose. Again." He snarked teasingly. "Though I was surprised to see that you weren't taking the same...approaches, if you will, as Feyre and Nesta."

You feel your cheeks blush at his alluding words, suddenly very aware of the way his body was pressed against yours. It hadn't been that long since the two of you had found out you were mates, less time than that since the mating ceremony.

Actually, this game was what had pulled you guys out of your shared home to spend time with everyone. You think that is why the boys won so quickly the last few times, as within minutes of victory, Azriel was dragging you back to the house without so much as a goodbye.

"You sound disappointed, my love," You coo, pouting out your bottom lip as he grins boyishly. "I think it might be a little late, but...if you let me up and win, I can promise you more than a simple romp in the woods?"

Azriel poked his cheek with his tongue at your suggestive tone, and you could feel just how your words affected him. It was just the two of you out now as if you were in your own bubble, and it wasn't lost on him just how easy it would be to indulge each other.

"Please?" Your voice turns softer, quieter, and you know you have him hook, line, and sinker when he leans in, and his eyes flutter close. His lips ghost over yours, his scent wrapping around you in a dizzying chokehold, and you have to force yourself to fight through the fog of promises.

His fingers loosen around your wrists, his body lifts just the slightest bit, and you give him a kiss of betrayal before twisting his arm back and rolling away to freedom.

Adrenaline kicks in as you claw your way up and run as fast as you can to home base. The sound of cursing and wings flapping quickly fills your ears, and you let out a terrified shriek, jumping with all of your speed and closing your eyes as you crash to the ground.

Your mouth fills with dirt, your arms and legs scrape against twigs and rocks littered on the ground, but your hand...it's touching the giant oak by the stream. The flag still firmly grasped within.

Azriel is quick to help you up, his eyes wide with concern as he looks you over and scolds you for risking a broken arm for a game, but you barely hear him. No, all you can hear is the trumpets in the distance as you loudly whoop into the forest air.

"WE DID IT!!" You crow, throwing the flag down at Azriel's feet. "GUYS WE WON! WE BEAT THEM!"

There was no answer, of course, but you knew it, and you were proud. You turn to fully face Azriel, grinning wildly, only to see him assessing you with a dangerous glint in his eye. It made your elation quickly turn to fear as he straightened his spine and stretched out his wings, only giving you a small jerk of his chin for a signal before reaching for you.

You were quick to dodge, forgetting the crumpled flag as you laughed and took off in a different direction. It seems you would be getting your fun in the woods after all.

[fanaticsnail]

Thinking about an excited Sanji leading you around a sparsely populated market to try foods before going back to the ship. The bustling crowd is overstimulating, but the array of colourful fruits, vegetables, grains, and produce is worth it to see the lights of passion flicker behind his eyes.

Not before long, he's speaking intensely about different citrus with a food vendor about flavour profiles: sour, sweet, bitter, umami, savoury, everything while he's peeling back the peel and pith with his skilled fingers. The vendor is more than happy to talk with him, which then only halts as Beri is paid and his fingers find your lips.

"Whole thing in one go, trust me," Sanji beamed, urging you to open your lips for him. Once you let him, he's praising you first, "There you go. That's a good pirate," with a wink to follow. All teasing, all friendly, and all affectionately as he shared his world with you.

Biting down on the flesh, the bursts of flavours ripple over your palate and suck your cheeks into your mouth. Sour at first, only to be overshadowed by a crippling sweetness that tugs a moan straight from your diaphragm. Juice trickles from your lips, only to be collected by the pad of Sanji's thumb and placed into his own mouth.

"Don't let it go to waste," he chastises you, scrunching his nose while he's already fetching another slice, "But it's good, right? I could make so much with this: but I think I'm going to go with a mousse or frosting for a citrus and chocolate friand."

Then, he's already taking you by the hand to another shop, not giving you time to process the fact that he's feeding you and sharing tastes with the overflow from your own lips. But that twinkle in his eye halts you from saying anything to stamp out his ignition of passion. For now, you just allow him to lead you and give you the next taste of colourful adventure.

@loganwritesprobably writing a drabble specifically for you because of your love for tangerines, mandarines, and anything with that sour tang.

[everrinsly]

a/n; i was listening to "smoke signals" by mykyl; does not match the vibe of this though ahh

life with rin vibes.

tangled in the bath with rin. drabble. fluff. slight nsfw. very suggestive. fem!reader. | not proofread.

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You sat between Rin’s legs in the bathtub, steam curling around you both, the scent all musky and sweet. Your citrus shampoo and peony body wash. His three-in-one-whatever soap. Your back rested against his chest, long fingers massaged shampoo into your hair, slow and methodical, like routine but layered with something more sacred.

And it's true... everything had started innocent, quiet, comfortable. Just another soft evening of relaxing after Rin came home from practice. Then you asked, so shyly, so sweetly, if he could help you wash your hair—

"Rin, you think you could help me wash my hair today?" Your voice was adorably soft, Rin thought he missed it.

"Hmm? Baby? What was that?"

"My hair, Rin, could you help me wash my hair?" you giggled. "Since, you know, I always get tired doing the back."

"Of course, pretty."

—and so, when you got undressed and slipped between his thighs without a word in the tub, the dimples of your bare back pressed right against his length...

Yeah, Rin started to unravel. And he started to unravel fast.

His fingers combed through your wet strands, lathering them up with the soap he loved smelling on you (but would never admit it), and with each gentle tug to detangle a knot, he had to fight off thoughts he really shouldn’t be having. Absolutely filthy thoughts, by the way.

Thoughts about how your head tipped back so easily when he guided it. How pliant, how obedient, how submissive you were in his hands, trusting him completely.

And...

How good your hair would feel twisted around his fingers. When he gripped, not gently brushed. When he yanked just enough to make your breath catch. To hear your little whimpers, the way you’d look over your shoulder at him all glassy-eyed and flushed, too shy to say what you wanted but needing it anyway.

And god—he hoped that your eyes would be brimmed with tears because fuck—were you a pretty crier. Such a pretty crier.

He groaned under his breath.

“Rin?” you asked, your voice small. “You okay? I can shift a little over if you wa—”

He cleared his throat. “No. You’re fine."

He leaned in slightly to kiss the back of your neck. "You're fine, baby. So good for me," he continued unconsciously as if his filthy thoughts had already taken over his head, and he no longer knew what to say.

His fingers worked slower now, more deliberate but not to be gentle. No, he was savoring you. Watching the way your shoulders tensed just slightly when he gave a firmer tug to massage your scalp.

You had no idea how hard it was for him not to fist your hair and pull, just enough to hear you gasp.

Yeah... he's gonna do it.

So after untangling one more knot, he gathered a fist full just above the base of your neck—

Then tugged. Firmly. Sharply. Until your head lolled back on his shoulders.

And shit, the moan you let out... all high-pitched and breathless? Those were music, fucking symphonies.

“You like this?” he asked lowly, his lips brushing the shell of your ear, fingers still sliding through your hair.

You nodded, shy and sweet. Completely unaware of his thoughts, of what it meant to have your hair tugged on like this. “Feels nice.”

Rin smirked, just barely. If you knew what he was thinking… the filthy fantasies simmering just beneath his cool surface, the ones where you ended up bent over the edge of the sink with your hair wrapped around his wrist like reins...

You’d probably die of embarrassment.

And yet, a part of him had a feeling you’d let him. You'd let him fuck you into oblivion.

Maybe not today.

But soon.

(And he would be right).