#drunk drabbles are go

[thetarttfuldickhead]

Roy trying to deal with Jamie visiting James in rehab like Roy obviously doesn’t give a damn what Jamie does or doesn’t do as long as he keeps up with his training and anyway it’s Jamie’s decision, of course it fucking is, but for some inexplicable reason the whole thing has Roy’s blood boiling and it’s all he can do not to drive up to Manchester and murder a bloke so yeah, fuck the Diamond Dogs but could the Diamond Dogs maybe weigh in on this?

The Diamond Dogs watch him in silence for a minute. Then Higgins clears his throat. ”So, you need our help… not to kill someone?”

Roy is pleased they got this part. It’s all a bit of a mess, honestly. “Yeah. Jamie’s dad.”

Nate and Higgins exchange a look. “Uh,” Nate says. “Don’t? I mean, don’t, don’t do that. Don’t kill Jamie’s dad.”

And okay, it’s sounds straightforward enough put like that, but… “He’s fucking messing with Jamie’s head, and it’s doing my fucking head in, because I… I… Fuck. Because… “

“Because you care about him,” Higgins helpfully adds. “And Jamie is very lucky to have you, Roy, but… all you can do is to be there for him, in whatever way he needs you to be, not in the way you think you ought to be.”

And there’s a general murmur of agreement, and soothing noises as Roy smashes his fist open against the wall because if he can’t hit James fucking Tartt he still needs to fucking hit something, and eventually there’s a round of barking and nothing has changed but everything, strangely, feels a little bit better.

(Afterwards, when Roy and Nate and Higgins has all wandered – or in Roy’s case stomped –

off and it’s just Beard and Ted on a computer screen, Beard casually offers, “Maybe what Roy needs help with is not not killing Jamie’s dad.”

Ted immediately shakes his head. “No.”

“Okay. Just putting it out there.”

“And I appreciate that, Coach, but I think we need to stear clear of coldblooded murder.”

“Huh.” Beard nods his assent, but in his mind he resolves to leave their options open.)

[fluffylino]

pussy agenda with hyunjin

-contains mature themes

he can't keep his hands to himself.

doesn't really have to be sexual. but likes to shove his hand down your pants to cup your mound with his hand.

it could be at any time of the day.

regardless of whether you were sitting on the couch. or standing in the kitchen. or doing anything really.

you've gotten so used to it, it doesn't even bother you.

its so casual.

like you'd be telling him about how you read some weirdly interesting article. and he'd lazily walk over to you. listening and acknowledging everything you said.

but his hand had a mind of its own. slipping in your pants, to feel your warm cunt. middle finger running along your slit. before he takes his hand out and continues talking.

there are days when he'll purposely tease you. digging his fingers just a bit in. a small smile on his face when he feels you throb. making you make a startled noise. leaving you wet and swollen.

especially after he gets home from practice. hooking his chin on your shoulder. his left hand kneading your boob and his right hand in your pants.

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shaving as well.

once, you had forgotten to lock the bathroom door. not like you even had to. the two of you were more than comfortable.

neck aching as you made sure you didn't miss any spots. your leg raised up on the sink counter. razor still in your hand while you shaved.

you had finished with your legs and arms. and now, (as hyunjin would say) your most delicate part remained.

you groaned. jumping a bit as your eyes met with a nonchalant hyunjin. who was leaning against the door frame, hand still resting on the door knob.

"need help?"

your cheeks flushing at his outrageous question. not to mention you were half naked. you needed help. and you trusted him. but it was more because your legs ached.

"i'll help you shave" he admitted, walking in. closing the door behind him.

and he indeed did.

"you don't need to shave by the way" he reassured.

"i'd eat your precious cunt regardless" such a casual statement to make. while keeping your legs open.

"careful" you mumbled, eyes cast down to where he was kneeling down. spreading your pussy lips apart.

as if he was inspecting your folds. gentle with each stroke of the razor.

"i know. baby's delicate pussy is very sensitive" hyunjin muttered, biting his lip as he concentrated on the task at hand. eyes fixed on your pussy. it made you feel very...exposed and maybe a bit turned on. his warm breath making you feel even hotter.

and after he's done.

he kisses it. working his way up.

"gonna have my fun with you later"  pressing his cushioney lips to your freshly shaven pussy. it was almost like he was letting your pussy know well in advance.

and pulling away with accomplishment written all over his face.

cause now you were getting wet.

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or if he's driving. (like in the recent skz code). he'd be holding the steering wheel with his left hand. his right hand intertwined with yours.

slowly getting carried away.

till his fingers are teasing your slit. rubbing against it and pressing the pads of his index into your pussy. and pulling out. and doing it all over again.

never actually pushing all the way in.

keeping his finger pressed between your folds. almost like he's having his own fun while you're squirming and closing your legs around his hand.

he's focused on driving, reading the sign boards. even asking you if you're hungry. acting normal as though his hand isn't shoved down your panties. but as i mentioned. his fingers are on auto pilot.

in conclusion,

hyunjin would do anything for your pussy. even if that includes fleeting touches.

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did you like it ehe.......

[horsegirlwarcrimes]

for your drabble prompts... can we get one of shen qingqiu explaining modern appliances to binghe?

"Shizun," Luo Binghe whined, shaking his arm. "What do you mean you've never cooked rice before?"

Shen Qingqiu flushed, leaning away from Luo Binghe and hiding his face behind his fan. "Is it really so shocking to Binghe?"

"I didn't even think that was possible," Luo Binghe said. He stared at Shen Qingqiu like he was some sort of alien anomaly. Which, in his defense...

"Where this master grew up, there was a... spiritual device that allowed you to cook rice very quickly," Shen Qingqiu muttered, bringing his fan up higher. "This master never learned any other way to make it."

Luo Binghe's eyes brightened, curiosity breaking through his shocked dismay. "Oh? What kind of spiritual device."

"Well..." Shen Qingqiu stuck his fan under his arm to make a gesture with bith hands, circling them in the air. "It was like a pot, about this big, that was enchanted to produce heat at just the right temperature and time to cook the rice. It was also enchanted to be, ah, that is to say, so that nothing would stick to the pot's surface easily. So then you would just rinse the rice, put it in with enough water, and after half an hour or so it was done. Oh, and it played a little song when it was finished..."

He got lost in his recollection of his beloved rice cooker and missed the expression of intense interest in his husband's bright eyes.

A few weeks later, when Luo Binghe excitedly presented him with an enchanted stone pot that sang like a flute while it cooked rice, Shen Qingqiu could only applaud his husband very earnestly.

"Binghe," he said, tugging on Luo Binghe's sleeve, "This master needs to tell you about another enchanted artefact from his home town. It's called a dishwasher—"

[grenadehearts]

requested here - for my bigger cheated girls (me!)

You and Kirishima were at another one of Denki’s infamous college parties—loud music, hazy lights, and a crowd already halfway to blackout by the time you arrived. You were dressed in a lacy black top, skin spilling out through sheer floral fabric, and a pair of low-rise jeans that exposed the hickey just above your hip—and that tattoo you somewhat regret.

Kirishima, never one to back down from a challenge if you called it manly, was already several drinks deep. His ego had been stoked all night, and after one too many keg stands, he climbed onto the table and shouted, “This one’s for my girl!” before downing another round, foam dripping from his grin.

You sat back, sipping from a red Solo cup, your brown lip liner and berry gloss coating the outer rim. Amused and tipsy, but nowhere near the point of screaming about your boyfriend’s dick like he was about your tits. Not yet, anyway.

Still, you weren’t blind to the way his eyes kept finding you. Lowering. Lingering. He was a boob guy—had always been a boob guy—but tonight it felt different. Intense. Almost possessive. His gaze was heavy, hazy, locked on the way your top strained with every breath. The swell of your chest. The way your thighs pressed together like you could trap the heat pooling between them.

His eyes were low, his grin lopsided and lovesick, and when you finally said it was time to go, he didn’t hesitate. You both piled into the back of a cab, and he was on you in seconds—sprawling across the seat, pressing into your space.

“Baby,” he rasped, breath hot against your skin. “Can I please?”

You blinked at him, breath caught.

“Pretty please?” he murmured again, fingers slipping beneath the edge of your top. “They’re so pretty—you’re so pretty.”

He was more drunk than you, desperate and shameless, but the sincerity in his voice made your pulse stutter.

You barely nodded before he pulled your top down, one hardened nipple exposed to the cool air—and then his mouth. Warm, wet, eager.

“Fuck,” he groaned, pulling away to palm one breast with both hands, big and rough and greedy. “They’re bigger than my fucking hands.”

You gasped, your hand falling to the hard line of his cock straining against his jeans. He took your wrist and pressed your palm firmly against it.

“See what you do to me?” he muttered, his forehead falling to your chest, breath ragged. “Fuck, I’m so drunk. Need you. Please. Can I?”

“Kiri…” your voice was thin, strained, and his mouth was already back on your chest, murmuring, “Please,” again and again, thumbing your nipple with worshipful care.

“Only if you’ll be good,” you whispered, threading your fingers into his unruly crimson hair.

“I’ll be so good,” he promised, voice breaking. “So fucking good.”

His bottom lip trembled as he kissed over your skin—flushed and wide-eyed, lashes fluttering with every heartbeat. The streetlights spilled through the windows, lighting his face in bursts. His desperation was written in every word, every touch—and you gave in, because how could you not?

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[ysaefinn]

lol yeah mommyguru brainrot so real I was too drunk last night and sobbing at every little thing and when I crawled into bed I was thinking about how he would take care of me 💔

Oh my god anon 😭😭 this is such a wine-drunk moment and we can both agree that he is a visceral fucking need for sad intoxicated reader....

HE IS SO GOOD AT TAKING CARE OF A DRUNK YOU HOLLLYYYY MOLLLLLLLYYYYYYYY suguru really just dies for the chance to slide in and wrap u up in blankets, surround you with the plushies he can't stop himself from buying u and suffocating you with his boobs and sweet lingering kisses :3333ccccc you obviously never lack but when you're emotional and not thinking straight it just...hurts his heart...and his womb, brain empty, only baby matters, he really goes on autopilot and immediately picks you up to cradle you :((

[befuddled-calico-whump]

i had quite a bad and stressful day today but thinking of lex suffering always improves things <3

Lex suffering, hard agree 🥰🥰🥰

[lavendermin]

D-day for concert! Anxiously waiting for the scramble after work to get ready :3€ for now mii must survive the corporate day

[bi-disastersoup]

from the dialogue ask prompts: “i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me”

AAHHHHH BEE THANK YOU! This one was really hard... I actually started working on it and then scrapped what I had cuz there wasn't any actual dialogue after like four paragraphs lol

From this list if anyone wanted to send me another!

"Hey," R'alma said abruptly.

It was abrupt, entirely out of the blue. They were lounging at his apartment, lazily draped over one another on the sofa while G'raha quietly read a book. Neither of them had spoken aloud in some time.

The Miqo'te's answering hum was automatic, and so R'alma continued. "I, uhh... I just wanted to say thank you. For, um... for protecting me."

The words took a moment to register past the ones he was reading, but once they did, G'raha set the book aside and looked down at the head nestled in his lap.

"Alma, are you drunk again?" he asked quizzically.

R'alma scoffed and buried his face further into his partner's lap. "Why would you think that?" he muttered in reply.

"Because you hate it when I try to protect you, from anything," G'raha responded, running a hand fondly over the long black ears twitching against his stomach.

"Yeah, I do." With a huff, R'alma rolled so that he was looking up into crimson eyes. "Doesn't mean I don't still appreciate it, though. And you've always done it, throwing yourself in front of me -- whether in battle, or in political situations -- to shield me from anything you think might do me harm. And I hate that you are constantly putting yourself in harm's way on my account, but... but I appreciate it nonetheless."

G'raha smiled down at him, feeling warmth swelling in his chest. "But of course, my star," he breathed. "How could I not seek to protect that which is most precious to me in all the world?"

[thetarttfuldickhead]

There’s a disquiet in his bones, a restlessness that will not ease, no matter the face masks or low beat of old motown funk. He calls Sam and Sam answers but there’s Simi in the background, laughter, and he soon hangs up, ignoring Sam’s invitation to come over, ignoring the urge that says go interfere, be there, hang out—

On Instagram the pictures of Dani with some ancient dude and a bunch of dogs; of Colin sporting a truly hideous Welsh independence sweater and a manic grin to match; of Declan and his forty gazillion children gathered around a laden table.

He picks at the cake his mother sent, the one that Simon baked. Sweetness on his tongue, too much, not enough, home, overwhelming. He swallows a bite, two, and leaves the rest. The lights in his windows shine and shine, guiding no one.

Though he knows he should not, his fingers push and prod and find their way to Keeley and her glowing face. Back in Essex for the evening, looks like, old girlfriends gathered round her like drunken-faced beaming flowers turning towards the sun. Miss you, he doesn’t text. Could you be here and I can put my head in your lap and you could pet my hair while we pretend you don’t like we used to.

There’s training tomorrow. He should sleep. It doesn’t start until noon. It’s too early to sleep.

A knock on his door, hard. And the sound of it, the sharpness, has Jamie’s shoulders dropping even before he pulls the door open to reveal Roy, dressed in sweats and with that same old gruff expression on his face.

“Come on, Tartt,” he barks, like him being there is nothing. “No such thing as a fucking holiday if you want to be the best.”

And Jamie is already putting on his shoes. And Jamie says nothing. And Jamie feels so light he could fly. And Roy mutters let’s go and Jamie hears I’ve got you.

[elixirfromthestars]

By The Warmth Of The Oven

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Summary: You are baking cookies for the Avengers holiday party when a certain super solider comes into the kitchen tipsy for the first time...

Word Count: 1.1k

Warning(s): none. pure fluff. tipsy bucky.

Prompt/Event: @the-slumberparty december daze -> is it those cookies that smell delicious or is it you?

a/n: This fluffy drabble is my holiday gift to you my dear Bella @nickfowlerrr ♡ In honor of Can You Feel It? being the first of many beautiful fics I read of yours 🥹🩷 Thank you everyone for reading! ₊˚⊹♡ Likes, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated!! ♡♡♡

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“Smells good…” Bucky’s voice comes out of nowhere from behind you as you grab another tray of chocolate chip cookies from the oven. You glance over your shoulder to find him sauntering into the kitchen, making his way over to you. 

“Freshly baked cookies always do,” you reply with a gratified grin, placing the tray on top of the stove so the cookies have some time to cool off before you plate them. Your friends had already gone through three batches of them and they practically begged you to make more. It was a nice feeling, almost rewarding in a way, knowing something you made was so loved by your friends. 

“‘m not talking about the cookies, doll,” there’s a bit of a slur in his cadence that catches your attention at the same time that your heart skips a beat at his words. You turn to him to see he’s staring at you with a dreamy smile and a twinkle in his eyes, propped up against the counter by his elbow. You frown at his unusual nonchalant demeanor. You’ve never seen him act this way before. 

Your head tilts slightly as you examine him a little closer. There’s a bit of a sway to his stance and his cheeks are tinted pink. “Bucky, are you drunk?” Almost immediately he shakes his head at your question, “No. I can't get drunk,” he replies with an obvious tone, and yet the pouty frown on his face tells a different story. 

“Right, you can’t…” you affirm, mulling it over for a moment,“Unless…did Thor give you some of his special Asgardian liquor?” You ask, stepping slightly closer to him, the apples of his cheeks getting rosier in response. 

“I took a shot. I started feeling funny and came here—felt safe,” he mutters that last part reluctantly, sharing something with you he wouldn’t if it weren’t for the alcohol in his system.

“In the kitchen?”

“With you.” 

Your amusement is replaced with a soft expression at his response. He most likely hasn’t felt the effects of alcohol in decades and a part of him doesn’t know how to cope with the resurfaced inhibitions. The fact that while feeling unwell his first instinct was to come looking for you—it made a warmth spread throughout you that could easily rival the heat of the oven.

You reach out to cup his cheek, soothing the flushed skin with your thumb. He instinctively leans into your touch, his eyes shining with a gentle vulnerability that causes your heart to squeeze in your chest. You and Bucky have always had a flirtatious friendship for as long as you can remember, but it's never gone past that. Seeing him so openly affectionate with you stirs emotions deep within you that you aren’t sure you’re ready to bring to the surface.

“I don’t think the alcohol is going to stay in your system for long, Buck. How about we do this…you wait for me here while I go out and serve the cookies I baked,” his eyes widen slightly and you can tell he wants to protest until you add, “I’ll bring back some hot chocolate for us to share and we can enjoy it along with some cookies while we wait for that liquor in your system to wear off. How does that sound?” You suggest softly and you can see the way he thinks it through before he agrees with a nod.

He doesn’t take his eyes off of you as you plate a few dozen cookies on decorative plates, leaving a handful behind for you and Bucky to share. You make sure to quickly take them out to your friends and serve up two piping hot mugs of hot chocolate before making it back to the kitchen in no time. 

When you meet back with Bucky you find him sitting on the counter where he watches his legs as he swings them lazily to and fro. You observe him fondly for a moment longer than necessary. Trying to commit to memory how carefree and unguarded he is at this moment. When he notices you his face lights up in a way that makes you feel like the most precious person on earth. 

“Here, as promised,” you hand him a mug of hot chocolate which he takes eagerly—too eagerly—as he immediately goes for a sip of it. Before he can, however, you stop him, placing your hand as a barrier between his lips and the mug. His mouth ends up pressed into your palm, and you ignore the heat that finds its way to your face at the softness of his lips brushing against your skin.

“Bucky, it's scalding hot! You’ll burn yourself! Wait until it cools down a bit, please.”

“It’s not gonna burn me, doll. I’m a super soldier. Watch—”

“Bucky!” 

You use the cookies as leverage to coax Bucky into waiting for the hot chocolate to cool down before he drinks any of it. For the next hour or so, you enjoy each other's company. Between the sweet treats and the lighthearted conversations, time flies by in a heartbeat. 

Then, while in the middle of a discussion over your last mission, Bucky does something that completely takes you by surprise in the best way possible—he kisses you. It’s short, but profound in the way he pours everything into it. Every flirtation you ever questioned could mean something more was proven here with this kiss, that it had meant so much more for more than just you. 

You’re speechless when he pulls away beaming as if his heart might burst.

“Looks like I was right.” 

“Huh?”

“I asked myself what was sweeter. You or the cookies. I knew it'd be you,” he states as a matter of fact, drinking up the way his words affect you as much as the kiss had. There’s a part of you that doesn’t believe him, but it's not because of him, but more so because you think you must be dreaming. 

“That's the liquor talking.”

“I've sobered up a while ago, doll.”

You search his eyes for the truth of it all and you find it. This is real. This isn’t a dream. And the yearning that burns bright in his eyes is one you know all too well. It’s the same one reflecting in your eyes as your gazes lock on one another.

“I still think the cookies are sweeter,” you whisper, your eyes shining with a playful challenge despite the way your heart races in your chest with anticipation. He catches on, licking his lips as his flesh hand snakes its way to the back of your head to cradle it gently.

“‘m gonna prove you wrong, doll,” he declares in a huskier tone as he pulls you in for another kiss. And that night, by the warmth of the oven, Bucky continues to kiss you until he successfully proves you wrong. 

[enviedear]

jason todd rarely got upset with you. honestly—a very rare occurrence.

but tonight—as you stumble through the door, giggling to yourself as you struggle with your heels. he definitely gives you a look.

“ohhh, i know that face,” you slur, pointing a wobbly finger at him. “you're mad.” you draw out your last word, ending with a hum.

jason, who's still leaning against the couch with his arms crossed, exhales through his nose. “babe, s'just my face.”

you snort, finally kicking your shoes off with an exaggerated sigh. “my hero,” you murmur dramatically, flopping onto the couch beside him, head immediately landing on his shoulder. “you’re so comfy.”

he shakes his head, amused, as he catches you before you slide all the way down. “how much did you drink?”

you hold up three fingers, then squint, “wait…maybe four?”

“that’s not an answer.”

you wave a dismissive hand. “steph had us do rounds. ‘sides, i’m fine.”

he lets out a low chuckle, warm and fond. “yeah, i can see that.”

you tilt your head up at him, pouting. “why weren’t you there, huh? you coulda kept me from gettin’ so tipsy.”

“because it was girls’ night.”

you gasp, poking at his chest. “you said you wanted to crash next time.”

“i take it back.” a grumble, deep in his chest.

“rude,” you huff, snuggling further into him. “i missed you, though.”

his arm slides around you properly then, pulling you close. “yeah?”

“mhmm,” you hum, pressing a messy kiss to his jaw. “missed my handsome, broody boyfriend.” another kiss, “missed your grumpy face.”

“i’m not grumpy,” he mutters, but he doesn’t stop you, his fingers tracing slow circles against your back.

you nuzzle into him, eyelids drooping. “love you, jay.”

his breath hitches. then his grip on you tightens, lips pressing into your hair, “love you too, drunkard.”

you hum happily, already halfway to sleep in his arms.

writer's note .☘︎ ݁˖ heavily inspired by my sweet bf taking care of my annoying drunk ass. also because i think everyone wants to go home to a pouty jason todd. there's no way i'm alone here. comments and reblogs appreciated

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[hyunniesamericano]

Drunk on your pussy

Pairing: Han jisung × fem!Reader

Genre : smut (drabble)

Summary:You visit Jisung mid-tour, and the moment you’re alone in his hotel room, he’s on his knees — needy, whiny, and starving for you.

Jisung was already on his knees, face between your thighs like that’s where he was meant to be.

“Please,” he breathed, voice wrecked from the start. “Please let me eat it, baby. Please. I can’t..I need it.”

His hands trembled as they gripped your thighs, eyes flicking up to you like you held the sun between your legs. And to him, maybe you did. His cheeks were flushed, lips parted, breath shaky not from nervousness, but from sheer need. Like he couldn’t breathe until he got a taste of you.

“Been thinking about this all day,” he whispered, almost pitiful. “Your taste...your moans—let me be good, please, let me be your good boy.”he said whining .

Your panties were already soaked, clinging to you, and he whined when you slid them off. His mouth fell open, and he looked hypnotized. Like your pussy was holy. Like he wanted to pray.

He didn’t wait for a second more. He dove in like a man starved, like you were water in a desert. His tongue slid through your folds with a filthy, wet sound, and the second he moaned—loud, broken, needy you felt it vibrate through your whole body.

“F-fuck-so good, you taste so good, baby,” he gasped, tongue dragging up to your clit before latching on like he was trying to suck your soul out through it. “I missed this,missed your pussy...wanna live down here, please-”

You gripped his hair, tugging it tight, and he whimpered. Eyes fluttering, rutting his hips down into the bed like he was trying to hump the mattress just to cope.

Your voice turned low. “Are you humping the sheets while eating me out?”

He looked up, flushed and breathless, eyes glazed with need.“I’m sorry,” he murmured, voice low. “I didn’t mean to… I just needed to feel you. Can I keep going?”

You nodded.Your thighs trembled around his head as he buried himself back in, tongue circling your clit, nose pressed against you like he couldn’t get close enough. His moans were constant, every lick punctuated by some form of “so good,” “so sweet,” “fuck, I love this” like he wasn’t even thinking anymore, just running on pure instinct.

He was sloppy. Lips wet, chin shining with slick, eyes watering from how hard he was trying not to rut himself over the edge. Your hips bucked and he groaned, holding you down like he needed you to stay right there.

“Cum for me,” he begged, voice cracking. “Please-please cum on my face, I want it so bad..I want it so bad, baby...fuck, give it to me..make me your mess-”

You were so close. That voice, that tongue, those goddamn pleas it was overwhelming. His voice got higher, desperate, babbling through mouthfuls of you.

“Please… want to feel you fall apart on my tongue,” he murmured, voice shaking. “Let me have it...wanna make you feel good.”

And when it hit...when your orgasm rushed through your body, thighs clenching tight around his head Jisung cried out, actually moaning like he had cum from just your taste. His hips jerked, grinding into the bed uncontrollably, and he didn’t stop licking even as you trembled, overstimulated and gasping.

You had to tug his hair to pull him back, and he looked wrecked.

Flushed. Panting. Face soaked. Lips swollen.And smiling, eyes hazy and blissed out.

“You’re…” he exhaled, like he was dizzy. “You’re heaven. I swear.”

A/n :I know this one short and messy, but I couldn’t resist giving in to the idea of subby Jisung after watching that one clip of jisung whining;)

[anglbunny]

ASLEEP

♡. multi, smut mdni, somno, dubcon

It was your doing.

You told him while you were drunk, that, having sex while being asleep would be so hot. You stared at him and laughed but he didn't. until you passed out on him.

But now your wrists are cuffed to the headboard. Ankles spread. Breathless and trembling in the dark. And his head is between your thighs like he belongs there.

You woke up to his mouth on you — soft, slow licks that turned hungry fast — and you’re soaked, overstimulated, mind already fogged.

“H-Hey—f-ah-fuck—”

He doesn’t even look at you, just kept going eating your pussy like a starved man. Humming as you woke up

“Yes, sweetheart,” he murmurs against your swollen clit, voice wrecked with lust. “You said I could. Remember?” you didn't remember, your memory from being drunk was all hazy and blurry. But you couldn't care right now. All you wanted was that orgasm that was coiling in the pit of your stomach.

"Feels good... don't stop please" your body trembled at his touch, making you whimper

Your back arches as his tongue flattens again, dragging through the mess he’s made of you. His fingers grip your thighs tighter, holding you open as you sob, twitching, close to breaking. Your hands pull against the restraint but it's no use. You don't want to run from him but it's overstimulation. Physically and visually. The sight of him going at you is too hot.

“You taste better when you're all shaking n' crying,” he groans. “Look at you — trembling for me, and I haven’t even fucked you yet.”

Your eyes roll back. You cum again, legs spasming.

He doesn’t let up. Just keeps eating you like a man starved — until your thighs are numb and your vision goes white at the edges.

And the last thing you hear before you slip under again is his voice, low and reverent:

“you should be careful with what you say, doll”

TL: @samm1e13 @demiitria @syleepy @chaoslibra @bontenxo @pinkymangacaps @riinniies @samthesimp1 @sapphireluv @s4turnx1 @nevvynev @cookiesandcreammy @rinniebinniebay @ravenbc @kamelika @luvsymai @werfiedeii @mikemsmm @silverwings920 @cyberheartrebel @arwawawa2 @yanderebluelockfan @valexqpt @bigclownshoes @rinniewinnie787 @satorella @mitsurisupporter @meikstv @mihyas-dieehefrau @ravenbc @shezuannn @greekyoghurtwithberries @laslowchan

A/n: quick drabble before i lock in tmr. i still have to finish my bllk masterlist, the second part

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Will you be Toman’s darling? Mikey can’t seem to stop asking, it’s not enough to be able to fuck you whenever he wants, he needs the title that you’re HIS but not only his but also his mates, those guys he loves more than his own life… and unfortunately, you do as well. 

You don’t understand why it’s so important to them, but each one has asked the same question over and over again. Draken kisses you, his tongue dancing with yours while his hips don’t miss a single thrust, it’s delicious, it’s delirious and he only dares to break the kiss to ask. “Will you be ours?” —You don’t answer, just bite his lip and begin to thrust your hips to him, as a way to distract him but he’s not dumb and less of all, a quitter, so he won’t give up, none of them will! 

Baji’s strong hands anchor you to him, perched on either side of your hips as he rams you from behind, your eyes have been blank for more than fifteen minutes, his name rolls off your tongue like your private mantra and from his tongue rolls: “Say yes,” his ragged breath demands, “Stop torturing us and say yes, shit!” The answer he wants to hear isn’t spoken but that doesn’t discourage him from cumming deep inside you -marking you from the inside out at least gives him so kind of relieve-…. 

Mitsuya’s attempts are more tender, kisses and cuddles, your naked bodies tangled in each other, the strong fingers of his fist tangled among your sweaty strands of silky hair, each thrust hitting that special place inside you that makes you see stars, his lips only parting to adore you and when you think you’re safe: “We will take care of you, we will go out of our way for you… just say yes, just grant us that favor—be OURS….”. Apparently being filled by each and every one of these gang members isn’t enough, moaning their names and marking their necks with hickey doesn’t satisfy them, they want you for themselves, they want you in their gang as their banner as their princess. 

Mikey is the most stubborn, his fat thumb slides under your skirt, snaking behind your panties, two fingers accompanying it to slip inside you, drumming and circling your clit as if it were the joystick of an Xbox control, your flushed cheeks and half-open lids delight him, makes him drunk and dizzy, just being able to put you in that delirious state. He knows it’s his mission in life to have you like this forever, you’re his, you must conquer Tokyo with them, you must stop resisting and agree to their terms. Mikey doesn’t waste any moment to ask, while he kisses you, while he eats you out, while he makes you cum harder than ever. 

“Will you be ours? ....yesyesyesyes-?”

Their teamwork is weakening your good judgment, it’s too much, your knees buckle, and your voice is a permanent moan. Damn! Your shivering lips parted and the gazes of the four gang members shine with hope. Anxiety and stress can be detected in their clenched fists, a heavy silence falls over everyone when you say: 

“I’m already yours, why do we need to tag it… I’m not going anywhere.”

There is disappointment, frustration, even anger but also amusement in their features. They won’t accept a refusal. They will just have to keep convincing you, again and again and again. You are stubborn, but so are they.

➡️ FULL NSFW ART of this drabble 🥵

[frosttbitten]

PUSSY DRUNK ELLIEEEEEE

warnings: pussy drunk ellie (obviously), kinda subtop ellie, ellie almost cries at the idea of having to stop eating you out (so real), dacryphillia if you squint, overstimulation, slight womanhandling

“ellie, i can't–” you sobbed out, trying to push her head away from between your thighs. she'd been going at it for a while now, poor baby's jaw was probably hurting, and you were so overstimulated it was hurting.

your girlfriend just ignored your cries, batting your hands away. she whimpered against you, basically making out sloppily with your cunt.

ellie couldn't think about anything but how you taste. she didn't want to think about anything else, she didn't really want to think at all.

your fingers curled in her hair, but it wasn't clear if you were trying to push her away, or pull her closer. your pussy was starting to go numb, and your brain felt even mushier than it did a few moments ago, “ellie…” you whined, tossed your head back onto the pillow as a few tears slipped from your eyes.

the auburn haired girl's eyes were glassy, lapping at your heat like it was the last meal she'd ever get. she wrapped her hands around your thighs, to keep you spread open for her, shaking her head from side to side between your legs.

your thighs were starting to shake, a deep moan tore from your throat as you felt what you hoped to be your last orgasm rapidly approach. you pulled her hair harder, red crescents left on her scalp from your nails.

her tongue slid inside you, and your back lifted off the bed, ripping a sob from you as you creamed yet again, all over her tongue. ellie let out a happy hum against your pussy, and you just knew that if she had a tail, it'd be wagging like crazy right now.

your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath, but ellie hadn't moved away, so it was hard to even think. you tried to scoot back on the bed, tried to pull away from her, but her long fingers were still wrapped around your plush thighs, holding you in place so you had no choice but to take it.

“no… stay,” ellie whimpered when she felt you try to pull away, her voice muffled against your dripping folds, “baby, i can't take any more of this–”

she teared up at the mere idea of having to part from your perfect pussy, using her strength to pull up onto her knees, dragging you up with her, leaving only your shoulders against the mattress. she all but laughed at your surprise, wrapping her arms around your hips so she could dive right back between your legs without you pulling away. your legs fell naturally over her shoulders, the new position allowed ellie to eat you out without you being able to do anything at all.

ellie admired your expression from where she was, suckling on your clit like it was her favorite piece of candy she'd never get tired of. your mouth fell open with a sob, tears of overstimulation pouring down your face with the force of another orgasm she expertly drew from you like it was nothing.

this has been sitting in my drafts for ages now im So sorry it took so long to come out and its literally just a drabble 😭😭

anyway ellie womanhandling me makes me feral

[whosmariaaa]

— drabble of this !

college! sukuna had been having a rough day. first of all, you were sick, so he didn’t see you all day. second of all, he had a big game tonight, but you were still sick so you couldn’t come and cheer him on. he was unbelievably pissed.

as their coach scolded sukuna for playing too aggressive for the nth time, his friends started picking up on his behavior too.

“awww, is lil’ old sukuna missing his girl?” gojo grinned widely.

“shut the hell up, before the guy cracks your fucking skull open,” toji replied, passing the ball to another teammate. sukuna simply had his teeth clenched, really trying not to show how pissed off he was and snap at gojo again.

he stole the ball from said teammate, roughly shouldering him, which caused another scolding from the coach.

“what the hell is up your ass, man? just play the damn game without trying to assault your teammates for once,” coach yelled through the court.

sukuna was three seconds away from assaulting the coach too if he didn’t shut his ass up. “i’m winning the fucking game for you people. be grateful, dumbass,” he argued back.

despite succesfully throwing the ball in the hoop, scoring yet another point, a few seconds later sukuna was on the bench was shouting back at the coach. safe to say the man was now fuming. all he wanted to do is go to your dorm and have you in his arms. now he was stuck in this trashy ass place.

eventually sukuna was let off the bench again, and they of course won. yipee, yay, happy ending. now he could finally go to you. but then to make matters even worse, gojo and toji forced him to go to their usual frat parties, calling him boring for wanting to go home. sukuna almost knocked their teeth out. God forbid a man wants to see his girlfriend.

now, one too many drinks in, and maybe half a blunt, and sukuna was gone. this was probably the drunkest he’d ever been, and that says a lot.

joining into all the stupid drinking games, beating up several guys for looking at him wrong (toji had to push him off before he actually killed someone in front of everyone (gojo was filming everything in glee)), and pushing off girls that weren’t you.

“damn, i don’t ever think i’ve seen you this wasted,” toji commented as he dragged sukuna back to the couch where gojo was.

“fuck you talking about? i- i’m not feeling shit,” he stammered, plopping onto the couch, which made both toji and gojo raise an eyebrow.

“still missing y/n?” gojo teased. sukuna turned his head, giving gojo a death stare. “what the fuck do you think? all i wanted to do tonight is be with my girl, and you useless idiots dragged me into… this shit,” he replied, words slurring slightly.

then, a mischievous grin appeared on gojo’s face. he pulled out his phone, unbeknowst to sukuna and started filming.

“wow, you really love y/n, huh?” toji chuckled, catching on to gojo’s doing.

“of course i do. you guys have been taunting the fuck out of me ever since i laid eyes on her. can’t get her out of my damn mind either,” sukuna started, completely oblivious to the phone pressed up in his face.

“didn’t ever think i’d fall in love. especially not with her. she’s a bitch. but i love her. more than anything, i think,” he rambled, “she’s my beautiful girl. and i love her attitude. and i adore the fuck out of… just her.”

gojo snickered, slightly tilted his phone so toji could see his screen and send it to you. you, oblivious to everything happening with your boyfriend at the moment.

but as soon as you opened your messages, and saw some video of sukuna, cheeks a little flushed, onto the couch manspreading, with music and gojo’s giggles onto the background you knew enough.

and yes, your heart did do a few flips at his words. sukuna isn’t very verbal on his love, but he tries. so yes, this is definitely an ego booster, and maybe you fell in love a little more. but this man is drunk out of his mind without letting you know AND called you a bitch.

so, after bribing their location out of gojo, you immediately went to the dorm, in hoodie and sweatpants, still feeling a little ill. but surely it didn’t take too long to find your boyfriend.

he twas throwing a sucker punch to yet another innocent man who has probably done no wrong, cussing him out. he shoved the guy off, making him hit the wall. you sighed and walked over to sukuna, and grabbed his arm to catch his attention.

he looked over to you, eyes dazed and narrowed in disgust. “don’t fucking touch me, you nasty bitch. i’ve got a girl,” he sneered in distaste, roughly pushing you off. was he actually serious?

“it’s me, you shithead,” you snarled, giving a slap to his bicep for pushing you away. then, he really looked at you, and his eyes immediately seemed to soften.

“oh, it’s you,” sukuna mumbled, his head tilting as that stupid smirk of his appeared. he stumbled closer to you.

“yeah, it’s me! what the hell, man! what’d you call me a bitch twice for?” you snapped at him. but you didn’t stop him from wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into his chest.

“mhmm, missed you, baby,” sukuna responded, pressing a kiss to your neck. you melted a little, but refused to show it. he was still wasted, and you were still angry at him.

“yeah, yeah, c’mon, let’s go to my dorm,” you muttered, a little quieter. he didn’t fight back once, he even seemed a little too eager to go back.

you said goodbye to toji and gojo, who were both smoking sukuna’s left over blunt. sukuna just threw up his middle finger without looking at them, because he quite frankly couldn’t keep his eyes (nor hands) off you.

after forcing him to take a shower, brush his teeth and drink some water, that man was still drunk. he held you in his arms, your head on his chest. he kept staring at you as if you hung the moon.

“you’re so pretty, sweetheart, y’know that, hm?” sukuna hummed, as he raised your head to look at him.

“i mean, you’ve only told me sixteen times this hour, but thanks,” you reacted, but you couldn’t help but smile a little.

“so fucking smart too. i’d die for you. i’d kill for you too,” he added, looking at you with heart-eyes almost. honestly, you felt butterflies in your stomach at his words. you pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose.

“i’ve already killed for you, y’know that? that little bitch from the party. he’s fucking dead somewhere in a dumpster,” sukuna smiled.

well, then the butterflies kind of died, because his smile and tone seemed a little… too genuine.

but he was under the influence of alcohol, he was just babbling nonsense. sure, sukuna’s a tough guy, but he’s not a violent murderer. he’s your loving boyfriend… right?

but you just decided to shrug the weird feeling off and kissed him, and replied, “love you too, asshole.” and after that, sukuna fell asleep like a brick, soon followed by you, as the two of you laid on your dorm bed in peace that night.

──★˙🍓̟!! thank you sm for the request, you’re so sweet i literally love you to death omds😣💗 i do not know what to think of this part idk… but i do hope it’s readable! and thank you babe @yerimoon for giving me some motivation to write!! anyway, reader of course doesn’t know sukuna is secretly an evil little guy, but now shes lowk finding out😱😱 if you guys want more of this series lmk please!! thank you for reading!!! 💗💗

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