#Daily not drabble

[anonarat]

Theirs was not a meek, modest relationship. It was based on the desire to utterly, thoroughly dominate each other. Where Otoha simply acted, her passion overspilled into naturally trying to make Lilisa submit.

Lilisa would not simply take that lying down. That threat to her… she would do her best to make Otoha fall on her knees in supplication. Make Otoha obedient solely to her. More than that, she would seize the initiative.

Words weren’t needed as she pulled Otoha into their first clumsy, fiery kiss. A ferocious hold kept Otoha from escaping too easily.

[lilacgaby]

prohero!katsuki, who on his day off just wants to run some errands with his wife and daughter.

the only problem? your daughter hates the hoodie he has to wear to cover his hair and keep the paparazzi off of you three.

she'll always get upset in his arms, pouty and whiny as she tries to pull off the hood and expose his glorious hair to the world.

he'll do everything he can to soothe her in other ways, boop her nose the way he does before she goes to bed, bounce her around in his arms, give her a kiss on the cheek. it was really funny for you to watch your buff, tall husband panic more over making your daughter happy than beat literal villains.

but none of it works. you've just grabbed the orange juice when you notice katsuki scouting the area for others, when he pulls off his hood, immediately making your daughter giggle with glee.

he plays peek-a-boo with his hair, it keeps her entertained as you finally finish up the shopping, grabbing katsuki's protein powder and the baby treats that he'd snack on with her.

you pay, with katsuki's black card of course, and walk out the store, him holding her in one arm as he holds your hand, caressing it with his thumb.

mission success, until his daughter is finally within reach to pull off his hoodie, almost summoning the media as you're suddenly swarmed with journalists and cameras in your faces.

baby- 1 katsuki- 0

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[superbat-love]

Clark: Can you please just hold still? Do you want to bleed all over the restroom?

Bruce: Are you sure you know what you’re doing?

Clark: Trust me, I’ve seen Alfred bandage you enough times to know how to do it with my eyes closed. Seriously Bruce, I can’t believe you! Were you really going to silently sit through the meeting while you’re bleeding out from your ripped stitches?

Bruce: Ugh, spare me the lecture and just help me. We need to get back to the meeting soon. I don’t need to give your boss any more reason to give me dirty looks across the room.

Clark: That’s just Perry’s default expression.

The door to the restroom opens and someone steps in. Bruce immediately yanks Clark in close to block his injuries from view. Clark slams his hands on either side of him with a grunt, careful not to crush him.

Jimmy: Clark? [stares at the half-dressed Bruce underneath him] Mr Wayne??

Clark: J-Jimmy!

Bruce: [angrily whispering to Clark] You forgot to lock the door didn’t you? Get rid of him. Now.

Clark: Jimmy, this is not what it looks like! Me and Mr Wayne uhh… We’re just uhh…

Bruce: [Moans when Clark accidentally brushes against his wound]

Jimmy: Umm…

Clark: [whispering] Sorry!

Bruce: Hi Jimmy~ Care to join the fun?

Jimmy: N-No! Sorry to interrupt you guys! I-I mean, I don’t think I need to use the restroom after all. See you around, bye! [flees the restroom]

[thoughts-rambles]

Diavolo had been showered with praise his whole life. Of course he was, he was the ruler of the Devildom! He had grown up being constantly loved by the people, he was royalty, and they would all love him appropriately. But oh, how he hated it. Sure, hed smile and nod when approached by the faceless demon who would love and compliment him for whatever reason. But he hated it. He hated that everyone would repeat the same sickening phrases, almost like a script, to get whatever they wanted from him. It was so stupid in his eyes; he was tired of it.

So why, when you complimented him, did his heart beat faster than usual? Why did he want to hear more; to have you hold his face and tell him everything you ever loved about him? Maybe it was because you truly saw him; not the scary tall demon, not the prince of Hell, not the rich and powerful man he was. You saw him as Diavolo. Maybe, he had truly learned what love felt like, and he was not going to let it get away from him.

He would do whatever it took to get any form of affection from you. He found himself taking extra care of himself in the morning, the tireless routine becoming almost exciting now. He would wait, a moment alone or even just a glance back at him, so that you'd smile at him and possibly even grace him with the sweet melody that was your accolades.

[saphiccarma]

hear me out...hardened mob boss reader who is fucking SOFT for wandanat who are her mob lawyers (TW: slightly dark but not really)

It wasn't hard to get wandanat to be criminal lawyers for you, just the offer of money

You had tried to threaten them, but neither blinked, not even seemingly slightly scared

they didn't bat an eyelash the first time you showed up at their firm, pissed because one of your men got put in jail.

They simply stared at you with a raised eyebrow, entirely unimpressed.

For once in your life, your intimidation factors didn't work on people, the two just didn't care.

When you exploded on them once, after a few months, Wanda grabbed your chin.

"Watch the tone," she growled, pulling you in close, "You pay us, yes. But you are not the one in charge here."

You would be lying (something you did on the regular) if you said you weren't turned on by it

You were used to being in charge, it was part of who you were

But Wanda and Natasha sauntered into your space like they owned it, bossed you around like you couldn't order for them to be killed

You'd killed someone for less

Strangely, you didn't care. You enjoyed it

For once, you weren't in charge, you didn't have to think, you just had to surrender.

The first time the three of you have sex, you were drunk off your ass.

They invited you over for drinks, something you shouldn't have done, but you'd gone anyways.

You'd downed a lot of alcohol that night while the lawyers just sipped on their wine.

By the end of the night you were throwing yourself at them, whining like a "pathetic little slut"

You'd gotten tied up to the bed for being to squirmy, ropes digging into your wrists.

Natasha gripped your hips, pulling them forward before shoving them away as she pounded into you with her strap.

"Do you like that baby?" Wanda cooed, her voice deceptively sweet, "Like being fucked by Daddy's big strap?" When all you manage is a shaky moan and nod, she slaps your face - not gentle but not hard, "Words."

"Y-yeah."

When it's Wanda's turn she edges you until you can't think anymore, playing with a vibrator, pressing it your clit, rubbing it up and down before cruelly pulling away.

It happened a total of five times before she let you come.

Moaning into Natasha's mouth, her hands playing with your nipples, you were an utter mess

but from that point forward you were their mess

[nocturne-of-neptune]

I've written two posts about John Price being kissy kissy—it's only fair if I tell you my headcanon of our captain's habit when it comes to kissing his lover.

He gives a proper kiss on the lips before you sleep and after you wake up. One of his favorite activities when he is on leave is stealing little kisses from you here and there throughout the day. Shoulder and nape kisses when you cook in the kitchen, or take a shower together is what gives you most butterflies in the stomach—added by the feel of his strong, hairy arm sneaking around your waist. When he is in a playful mood, he nuzzles his facial hair against your skin between every smooches, anywhere but your lips, to make you frustrated. The moment you drop everything you were doing to beg for a proper kiss, he will always sit you on his lap. Gentle press on the lips at first, then slowly gets deep. He sucks your bottom lip before slipping his tongue into your mouth. It's the same pattern no matter how down bad he is, he has good self-control—creates the same tingly sensation all over your body. You always melt no matter how often you both kiss each other. 

[greenandsorrow]

Hihi! I saw your requests were open so may I request alastor with a fem bunny reader?? Like the reader has a tail and looks all innocent and makes little squeaks?? If not it's fine and take you time and take care lovely!! <4

Innocence, interrupted.

🩷Alastor x fem!bunny!reader🩷

A short n' sweet and a tiny bit suggestive one shot.

🌷

Alastor was in the middle of his usual antics -radio static filling the room as he hummed along to a jaunty tune. That was until a small squeak broke his concentration.

He turned sharply, red gaze landing on you, the adorable bunny-eared guest perched on his armchair. Well, it doesn't belong to him, but it's his favorite. Your ears twitch nervously and your small, fluffy tail gives an involuntary flick as his gaze bores into you.

"My, my, what a precious sight you are" he says, his grin widening. "Are you lost, darling, or is there some ulterior motive behind hopping onto my seat?"

You swallow, your cheeks burning. "N- No, I was just... um... setting up tea time?" You gesture to the tray on the table, paws trembling slightly as you place the delicate teacup in front of him. Another soft squeak escapes your lips and you immediately cover your mouth with both hands, mortified.

Alastor chuckles, the sound rich and warm, but with that ever-present edge of menace. "Oh, you truly are delightful! A bunny bringing tea? It feels almost... domestic, doesn't it?"

His crimson gaze flicks down to your twitching tail and his grin somehow grows wider.

You can't help but fidget under his scrutiny, feeling as though his eyes can see right through you. "I just thought you might like it- And the others! Of course! But especially you... You've been working so hard."

"How considerate!" he exclaims, leaning forward and resting his chin on a clawed hand. "But tell me, dear, how do you manage to look so innocent while wandering into the lion's den? Do you have any idea what I could do to a little creature like you?"

Your heart races at his words, the playful yet dark undertone sending a shiver down your spine. His voice is hypnotic, both inviting and dangerous. You shift in your -his- seat, your tail brushing against the back of the armchair, making another involuntary squeak escape your lips.

Alastor's grin turns positively devilish. "Oh, you really can't help yourself, can you? Such darling sounds. It's almost cruel of me to tease you..." He leans even closer, his face mere inches from yours now. "Almost."

You bite your lip, your ears flattening against your head as heat rises to your cheeks. "Y- You're teasing me on purpose" you stammer, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Of course I am" he answers cheerfully. "And you're making it far too enjoyable to stop! But fear not, my little bunny -I'd never hurt a hair on your precious head. At least, not unless you asked me to..."

Your eyes widen and his laughter echoes through the room, melodic and attractive. He straightens up, taking the teacup you have prepared.

"Ah, this is delightful, indeed! And so are you, my dear. Do steal my armchair anytime -preferably also bringing more tea and those enchanting little squeaks."

As you practically scurry out of the room, face burning and heart pounding, Alastor watches with unabashed amusement, swirling the tea in his cup.

"Yes", he muses to himself, "quite the delightful distraction indeed."

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[issysh3ll]

Daily Drabble | 18

Chris Sturniolo

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[theshadowrealmitself]

“Any day now” was a consistent joke at the Bugle.

Peter Parker, the longtime freelance photographer for the newspaper, had the hallmark signs of a future supervillain. He’s intelligent, a loner, has a tragic backstory, and anger issues that could rival the Hulk.

Not really, though. Comparing his anger to the Hulk is more of an exaggeration, and he’s not so much of an antisocial loner in a villainous way like Dr. Doom. That’s what made it fun to joke about it. It’s what made it safe.

But looking at him now, body tensed completely, eyes blazing and focusing on nothing, the hands wrapped around the arms of the chair squeezing so tightly they seemed to be denting the metal (and that awful creaking noise wasn’t helping everyone’s suspicions), “any day now” didn’t seem like a joke.

It seemed more like a reality.

[fake-mouthstatic]

monologue

@118dailydrabble, day 18. bucktommy, rated G.

🔥

"Look what I've got!" Chim says, slapping the latest LAFD charity calendar down on the table. "Quite literally hot off the press."

Buck leaps up, snatching it and flicking through until he finds the page he's looking for.

"Hey!" Hen says, raising an eyebrow.

"Sorry, it's just…" He trails off when he reaches June, his mouth going dry at the expanse of tanned, glistening and familiar skin before him. "Oh my god."

"Oh damn, okay Tommy," Chim whistles, leaning over him.

"He's so freaking hot," Buck says, eyes wide. "I can't believe I get to have sex with him every night. Multiple times."

Eddie grimaces.

"Yeah, you know your inner monologue is supposed to stay inside your head?"

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[maxinemaxmayfield]

For the STWG daily drabble prompt: alarm ⏰ (gen, 100 words, implied steddie)

“Eddie! Eds – wake up!” 

Steve’s voice rouses him from a deep sleep. His eyelids are too heavy for this shit. It’s gotta be the middle of the night. He rolls over begrudgingly. 

“Wha’?” he mumbles, eyes still closed. 

“It’s almost noon.” 

His eyes fly open, heaviness be damned. “But the alarm–”

“–Didn’t go off,” Steve finishes for him.

“But we were supposed to pick the kids up–”

“–An hour ago.”

“We’re dead.”

“So dead.” 

Then he hears it, getting louder, more than just the usual midday trailer park sounds he’s used to. Bicycles on gravel. Voices shouting. Bells ringing. 

Fuck.

[anonarat]

“…And then I found you,” said Tei, “you pretty much know the rest after that.” Stella shuddered from where she was laying on the carpeted floor of Mia’s apartment.

“I can’t really imagine some of those things you had to go through, it sounds rough, and your creator doesn’t sound particularly nice,” said Stella, clasping Tei’s hand with one of her own.

“It took some time before I really had emotions, so it wasn’t so bad. As I became more sentient, Director Yes clamped down on the Doctor’s more extreme experiments. I do appreciate your concern for my wellbeing.”

“Unfortunately I can relate all too well, though I was more the refined end point of a number of experiments,” said Mia, from where she sat on her bed, brushing Tei’s hair. “But we’re safe now, especially after Nancy spoke to the Director. I can’t thank her enough.”

Stella hummed an acknowledgement. “I am so glad that I met you both, and you’re both protected. You are so precious to me.”

[salty-autistic-writer]

For @118dailydrabble, Word 11: Viral

Buck frowns.

Why is everyone looking at him and giggling?

Does he have something between his teeth?

"You haven't seen it yet?" Chimney asks, the corners of his mouth twitching.

"What?" Buck asks.

"Someone went viral," Hen says, shaking from suppressed laughter.

"Who?" Buck asks, frown deepening. "Tell me already!"

It's a grinning Eddie who shows him a picture on Instagram.

Buck stares.

And freezes.

Oh God.

His face heats up and his heart starts pounding.

It's Tommy and him, kissing passionately between two firetrucks, faces smudged with soot. Whoever took the picture titled it: "Hot firefighters reuniting after battling wildfire - Romance of the century!"

Chimney gleefully whispers it into Buck's ear for weeks: Romance of the century.

(AO3 Link)

[superbat-love]

Clark was covering a Wayne Enterprises press conference, blending seamlessly into the crowd of journalists, when his super-hearing caught the unmistakable whistle of a bullet cutting through the air. Instinct took over. In an instant, he surged forward, leaping onto the stage and wrapping Bruce in a protective embrace just as the bullet ricocheted harmlessly off his back.

It wasn’t until the chaos subsided that Clark registered the stunned silence of the crowd—and the calm words Bruce had spoken just before Clark had shielded him:

“...which is why Veronica and I have mutually decided to end our relationship. I am, however, seeing someone else.”

Clark froze, his brain struggling to process the situation as thousands of camera flashes exploded around them. The scene of Clark hugging Bruce Wayne on stage became an instant media sensation.

By the next morning, every headline screamed about Bruce Wayne “coming out” with his supposed new lover, complete with incriminating photos of the embrace. Tabloids speculated endlessly about the mysterious man who had swept Gotham’s most eligible billionaire off his feet.

Meanwhile, Bruce found himself forced to rethink his carefully constructed plan. The fake lover he had intended to reveal to the press was now irrelevant, thanks to Clark’s impromptu heroics. Adjusting his strategy, Bruce leaned back in his chair, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips as he read the morning news.

“Well,” he muttered to himself, “I suppose this will be... interesting.”

[sunshyni]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ──── CADELINHA

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ────⟢⋮ lele × fem!reader

Chenle era seu adorável chefe — mas sua verdadeira ambição era ser promovido a marido.

.ᐟ fluff, curtinho (w.c — 0.6k) e acho que é só isso!!

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ──── ୨୧ ────

notinha da Sun — não era isso que eu ia escrever, mas saiu isso KKKKKK Espero do fundo do meu coraçãozinho que vocês gostem, kisses 💋

©sunshyni.

— Veio buscar seu pagamento do dia 30, foi? — Chenle perguntou com um sorriso debochado, puxando sua mão assim que abriu a porta do apartamento. Antes que você pudesse responder, ele te envolveu num abraço apertado, deixando um beijo leve na sua boca, outro na bochecha e um último na têmpora. Você sorriu, com duas sacolas cheias de ingredientes — os que ele mesmo tinha pedido pro jantar especial daquela noite.

— É que meu chefe atrasou o pagamento — você brincou, arqueando as sobrancelhas ao encará-lo.

Chenle apenas murmurou um “fica aqui” antes de pegar as sacolas da sua mão, deixá-las na mesa da cozinha e, feito um raio, voltar pra você. Antes mesmo que pudesse respirar fundo, ele já estava ali de novo. Segurou seu rosto com as duas mãos, te pressionou contra a parede com o corpo quente e te beijou. Doce. Lento. Como se o tempo tivesse parado.

— Ele é um idiota — murmurou entre os beijos, mesmo sabendo que o “idiota” em questão era ele mesmo. Desde o começo, você era contra relacionamentos no trabalho — mas como resistir àquele cara? Jovem demais, bonito demais, sorria fácil demais��� tudo nele era exagerado. E irresistível.

Ele cuidava das relações internacionais, e você se pegava parada, observando-o pela parede de vidro da sala de reuniões enquanto ele trocava de idioma com a mesma naturalidade que trocava de camisa. Ele sentia seu olhar, retribuía. Você desviava, corada. Ele sorria, porque já estava completamente perdido por você.

Não se viam com frequência fora do escritório, mas se provocavam o tempo todo pelas redes sociais. Era uma dança gostosa, saudável, que te deixava com as famosas borboletas no estômago — aquele friozinho bom de quem tá prestes a se apaixonar.

Ops. Palavra proibida.

— Anda, vai! Termina o jantar. Se você atrasar pro jogo, eu te mato — você provocou, dando um leve empurrão nele.

Ele riu e te puxou até a cozinha, ainda segurando sua mão com firmeza. Vestiu o avental novamente e começou a tirar os ingredientes das sacolas. Você o observou em silêncio por alguns segundos antes de soltar:

— Não percebeu nada, não?

Chenle parou. Aquela era, definitivamente, uma pergunta que assustaria qualquer homem. Ele te analisou de cima a baixo, engolindo seco — o movimento do pomo de Adão não passou despercebido. Observou sua camiseta do Golden State Warriors, procurando desesperadamente algo que tivesse deixado passar.

— Cê tá linda. Cabelo lindo. Corpo lindo. Maquiagem linda. Roupa linda — ele respondeu rápido, como se tivesse decorado uma lista pra não errar.

Você riu, achando graça no esforço, e virou de costas. Foi quando ouviu o som que ele fez ao finalmente notar o detalhe.

— Pelo visto, virei sua cadelinha, igual você é pelo Stephen — você brincou, mordendo o lábio, sentindo o calor subir só pela própria ousadia.

As mãos dele pousaram na sua cintura com delicadeza, e ele contemplou o nome “Zhong Chenle” estampado nas suas costas. Desviou seu cabelo com cuidado e beijou seu pescoço devagar, te fazendo sorrir com os olhos fechados.

— É agora que você me assume? — você sussurrou, quase sem voz.

Chenle sorriu de lado, te virando de frente com carinho e te olhando como se estivesse prestes a fazer uma promessa.

— Não vou só te assumir. Eu vou é colocar uma aliança nesse teu dedo.

[setmeatopthepyre]

Treasure

[@118dailydrabble day 16] [part of antarct-fic | bucktommy | 118 words]

Lucy picks up on the second ring.

“Uh. H-hey, Lucy. Long time. How- uh, how've you been?”

“Yeah, yeah, you treasure our friendship, yada yada. Took you long enough. What do you want?”

Buck huffs a laugh. Tries, anyway. “Uh, what do you--?”

“Cut the crap, Buckley.”

He breathes out. “Yeah, okay. I heard about Tommy. And... Antarctica. Is-- Is he really...?”

“Running away to the edge of the world? He sure is.”

“And when is he--”

“Already left.”

Buck is fairly sure the entire Antarctic ice sheet just took residence in his stomach. “Right.” He swallows. “Cool. Okay. Uhm. Luce? Can you help me--”

“Get a job in Antarctica?” She sounds pleased. “Sure can.”

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also I wanna give a huge shout out to the amazing @geddyqueer for letting me pick their brain on all things antarctic!