#{records of our sins} drabbles

[desiderium-eden]

Bloom III

At first, he believed her to be an apparition. Dressed in whites and silvers, the lights gave her an almost ghostly glow. But she was there. Rigid as a great fir. Eyes trained on Caturix and he flinched. Bowing before her.

"Your Highness."

Chris followed suit. Though she didn't seem to acknowledge them. Only walked forward, in between the two as she made her way to the balcony railing. Both men shared a brief moment of eye contact before looking at her again. Wordlessly toying with the fabric of her shawl before she held it over the edge. All three watched as a gust of wind took it from her hands and down somewhere on the castle grounds.

"Shame he was so adamant on such pale colors today," she muttered. Her eyes stared off in the direction of the shawl a moment longer before they shifted to Caturix. "But you should be able to find it, right, Major?"

The Groaja gave her a perplexed look. But Aletris simply leaned a bit closer.

"Run like a good little dog. And fetch it."

Her voice carried with it the same echo that Chris heard that night years ago. And it seemed to trigger something in the knight. But not as effectively as it did for Caturix. Chris watched as the other man's body tensed. Jerked and twitched as if fighting against a force pulling on him. Teeth bared at her.

[remembrancer-of-heresy]

A Piece of Innocence: The Vision

Summary: Konrad Curze doesn't believe in innocence. But still he finds it in you, not noticing the madness. Because he himself is mad.

Konrad Curze/fem!Reader (Vulkan/fem!Reader background)

Warnings: yandere, obsession

Word count: 1509

Author's Note: This entire series or drabbles (hard to say) is an attempt to write a story from the perspective of an unreliable narrator. So some facts may deliberately contradict each other. Especially considering that Konrad could see several versions of the future. This means that history itself also has many paths.

Song: Avenged Sevenfold - A Little Piece of Heaven

Before the story begins Is it such a sin For me to take what's mine Until the end of time?

The foggy world Anua was pitiful. They surrendered to the Night Lords immediately. The Legion did not even need to show the recordings from the planet, which nevertheless decided to resist. For a moment it seemed to Konrad Curze that this planet would soon break out in rebellion. It is only trying to avert his gaze, to deceive.

But having descended to the surface, the primarch realized that these people would never go against the Imperium. There were catastrophically few people here for the whole planet. About a million. As the local rulers later explained, too many wars were fought on Anua and the world was engulfed in plague many times. As a result, humanity almost disappeared.

And only crumbs of the former world remained. There were strict laws here, but preaching mercy. People did not kill each other, did not steal, did not rape. There were no wars here, people did not know how to fight. Peace reigned here. Anua was the world that Konrad wanted to build on Nostramo.

Lie. Illusion. It doesn't happen that way. Wrong.

Vulkan tried to assure Konrad that he was mistaken (alas, their ships were heading in the same direction, the company was conducted together). But Konrad didn't believe it. There is no such thing as innocence (Vulkan can lie to himself as much as he wants, but Curze knows the truth; they both are monsters).

As soon as the servant of the people (as the rulers of Anua were called; hypocrites) learned about imperial technologies, he immediately beamed. And he asked whether the Imperium could heal wounded souls, peaceful people whose minds had been damaged. Vulkan assured that Terra would show them such mercy and the ruler decided to show the “unclean” irregular creatures who were like this from birth. Because of biochemicals that were once used in warfare.

About 30 people, no more. They were all kept in a special house where they were monitored. They looked after and cared for. They were useless, but mercy was dictated in Anua. Konrad only laughed to himself at this stupidity, but when he saw these unclean ones with his own eyes, he realized that he was mistaken. Fulgrim said that such a feeling could be experienced at the sight of a painting, listening to music, or in the arms of a lover.

Feeling beautiful. They were wonderful.

Men and women, even children, were walking around the garden. Some laughed like madmen, others looked at one point. One man tried to walk on all fours. Two little twin girls desperately tried to blend in in the same clothes, despite the entreaties of the peepers. There was no malice in them, there was no violence or anything wrong in them. They are...

“They are mad,” Vulkan whispered in horror.

Innocent.

“I hoped that you could help them,” whispered the servant of the people, wiping away tears. What a fake. - “Alas, our genes were damaged. Many are weak, we would die if not for our technology. But some people are born with some kind of damage to the brain. They don't understand what they are doing. They don't understand this world. And if you took them to Terra and studied them in order to save them-"

“No,” the primarch’s whisper feels more like steel. Many keepers turn their attention to them, trembling like rats. But not innocent, no. They were in their own world.

"No?" - the ruler is shaking disgustingly, sweat flows down his forehead.

"No. They are innocent. They're fine. They shouldn't change." - The primarch curls his lips and walks forward. He is not going to listen to the pleas of a mortal or the entreaties of Vulkan. This world is wonderful, Konrad did not intend to drag it into the mud.

He wandered around the garden for a long time. Even too much. In Anua the bright sun shone, unlike Nostramo. But still, it didn’t hurt his eyes so much because of the fog here. The whole valley was like a dream. Perhaps he would have continued to wander around the garden before returning to Nightfall. But he met you.

Or rather, you met him. Saw him from afar and decided to follow. You were afraid of his pale skin and the unnatural blackness of his eyes, Konrad knew this. But he felt, he heard, he saw in your every movement that you were afraid of everything. It’s as if a stranger finds herself in another world, too different from her own.

“Did you come from the sky?” - you quickly babble a question and hide behind a tree. Konrad can only see your small hand and the left side of your face. Curiosity was eating you up. - “Are there other creatures living on the stars? Are we not alone?

You didn't even consider him as a human. Konrad just chuckled at your words, but you continued to watch. You waited until he stopped laughing and answered your question. But a man could kill you right here and no one would know. But your innocence was eating you up.

And devoured him.

"Yes. Yes, I came from the skies.” - the man almost suffocates, looking at your small figure. - “From a world where only night reigns. I ruled there for many, many years. Night Haunter. That's how they called me.”

You look at him carefully, looking him up and down. Konrad did not get his name as an ordinary man or primarch, he was a ghost to his world. The Hand That Wounds. Fulgrim explained to him that it was easier for people to call him Konrad, so he must accept a “gift” from his father the Emperor...

“Beautiful name,” you whisper quietly and completely hide behind the tree. And yet you have to leave your shelter as soon as you hear the call for dinner. You're tender and sweet, weak as a bird, getting tangled up in your legs as you run up the hill. But you still manage to shout after him. - “Goodbye!”

Innocence. A wonderful naivety that the Night Haunter never dreamed of seeing. Right before his eyes, it flew away, led by alien voices, villains in sheep's clothing who dream of tearing it apart. Who wants to remake you into something “normal”.

A pale face is painted with a predatory smile, and a shrill laugh sweeps through the quiet garden. Saliva runs down his chin, which Konrad immediately licks. He shouldn't be seen in this state. He looked and behaved nobly when he became ruler of Nostramo, so why did he sometimes have seizures?

That's what Fulgrim liked to say. But the Phoenician did not see what Konrad saw. He did not see his terrifying future, which would tear him in half. You didn't see your future either. And to his surprise and delight, the Night Haunter was also unaware of how your fate would turn out.

***

“You can't do this.” - the primarch of the Night Lords hisses almost like a snake. His entire appearance evokes desperate horror among mortals. But not Vulkan.

"I can. I also participated in this campaign. I stepped on this earth with you.” - His brother’s red eyes seethe with anger, but he does his best to restrain it. If only the people dear to him would not think that he was the same monster. - “The people of Anua need help and I will give it to them. Terra has the best medicine possible, we can save them.”

“You will kill them.”

Konrad saw it. Saw what the best minds of Terra would do. They will open the brains of the unfortunate victims and conduct experiments on them. They will understand how to avoid this mutation, they will understand how to create a new weapon with a worse effect. And the dead bodies of the innocent will be thrown into the pit because they will no longer be needed. Vulkan will regret this, oh, he will suffer and blame himself.

“I made a decision. Don’t try to convince me or stop me.”

But not now. Now the primarch has turned into a dragon, ready to pounce on anyone. Konrad knew that he could leave his brother, convince him to give up this idea, preserve his innocence... but that future was so far away. It was impossible.

“You can do whatever you want with Anua. Let this world be under your protection, I don’t care. But only on one condition.” - Vulkan looks at the primarch incredulously, but Konrad doesn’t care. He didn't see you among the bodies. Didn't see your death. You will live.

“I’ll take one person. Only one. She will live, I will not harm her. I will even allow you to meet in the future so that you can be convinced of the truthfulness of my words.”

Vulkan is silent, peering intently into the primarch’s face. He doesn't want to sacrifice even one person. But he knows better than to oppose Curze. Otherwise, then he would have to pay with too many lives.

"She?"

Night Haunter smiles with all his might, hiding his growing madness.

[bakuliwrites]

Concerts with Nanami- 18+, Minors DNI!

Relationship: Kento Nanami x Reader

Tags: smut, established relationship, Nanami getting frisky in public, Nanami letting loose

A/N: Just a little drabble for our beloved ex-salaryman ❤️ I live for his emo look from his teenage years and I think he secretly still retains a love for all things punk. And would go feral for some fishnet tights...

Nanami finally giving in and agreeing to go to that punk rock concert you've been begging to go to for months now. Though he's secretly really excited to go (you've seen his high school pictures, this boy was emo as hell). Despite all of his many excuses ("It'll be too loud," he tries, "What if I have to work?"), you know in his heart-of-hearts he's desperate to see this band. He's just a bit shy about it.

Nanami playing it cool when the two of you are trying to pick out what to wear for that night. It's not like he's already got a t-shirt for the band in question, right? Wrong, he's got one stashed in the back of his closet, a secret purchase he'd made that he wouldn't dare let Gojo see, lest the blue-eyed menace tease him like he did back in high school.

Nanami, stoic but secretly giddy when it's the day of. You can see the glimmer of excitement in his eyes when he wakes up that morning, but he pretends it's just another average day.

Nanami, ready to go before you are, flushing bright pink when, just as it's time to leave, you waltz out of your shared bedroom rocking a shirt with a plunging neckline, short skirt, and fish net tights. He's not one to tell you not to go out in an outfit like that, but he wonders if you're not going to attract unwanted attention. But in reality, this outfit is sparking something carnal in him, hungry and desperate.

Nanami finding it difficult to keep his eyes on the road on the way to the venue. His gaze continually sweeps over your form, tracing the way your skirt hugs your hips, the way your tights wrap around your thighs, the swell of your breasts underneath your shirt. The thoughts that are running through his mind are positively sinful and he wants to scold himself for them. He finds himself frustrated, trying to remain poised and put together. But he can see the mischievous glint in your eyes and he knows that you can practically read every thought in his head. You know him too well.

Nanami normally so pulled together and in control of his emotions, finding himself unable to keep his hands off you during the concert. He's barely listening to the music anymore. All he can focus on is how enticing you look.

Nanami flushing a deep red when you catch him staring, guiding his hands to your hips, and then letting them drop even lower. He presses himself against you, his ragged breaths in your ear as his large hands rove over your supple thighs, delighting in the rough way your tights scratch at his palms. The way your soft skin feels against his callouses.

Nanami squeezing handfuls of your ass throughout the set. Sucking in a breath through his teeth when you "accidentally" bump against the growing bulge in his jeans. My God, you'll be the death of him before the night is over. He's sure of it. In the darkness of the auditorium, you let his fingers toy with the hem of your underwear, let him leave hickeys on the tender flesh of your neck.

Nanami hightailing it out of the auditorium with you, still following the rules of the road but trying his damn best to get you home as soon as possible, his mind reeling with desire. It's hard to pay attention to anything other than the way your hand is creeping ever higher on his thigh.

Nanami lifting your into his arms, his kisses sloppy and desperate as he carries you into the bedroom. He broke the Black Flash record and he's probably breaking another: fastest time to get both his and your clothing off and onto the floor. In his uncharacteristic haste, he rips your tights, but still manages to politely ask if you'll keep them on, sans underwear, of course. You oblige, loving every moment of Nanami going absolutely feral for you.

Nanami, pussy drunk and desperate, laying his lips over every inch of your body. His hands exploring every curve, every dip, every plush inch of you. Kneading and massaging your tits, fingers dipping into your heat. Laying you down on your stomach, all so he can see that pretty ass of yours wrapped up in those fishnet tights. His needy moans, the lewd slap of skin-on-skin filling your ears as he thrusts his cock deep inside you, pounding mercilessly. Deeper and deeper still, until you're seeing stars and he's an absolute mess, coming undone behind you.

And when you're both spent, fucked out and weary, Nanami collapsing on the bed beside you, pulling you into his embrace, and holding you close. "I'm not sure what came over me," he breathes, to which you laugh. "I do," you snicker, peeling off your tattered tights and holding them aloft with one finger. He blushes beet red, apologizing profusely for ruining your tights and promising to buy you new ones (and then some). All you can do is giggle and kiss your embarrassed sorcerer over-and-over again, promising you'll wear this outfit (and variations of it) more often, just for him.

[chaneajoyyy]

WLW FANFICTION (PART 2)

@ljstraightnochaser

BLACK PANTHER

SHURI

senile souls- @nzia-writes

fatal touch series- @writingintheshadowsforever

shuri soft headcanons, @m0chaminx

i do, mentor, grieving, jealousy, a helping hand my cheerleader, focus series, how i met your mother, surprise visit, a+ series, sweet girl, stolen heart, shuri hc's, butterflies, satisfied, eat me for breakfast, unexpected love, mommy's girl, we'll meet again, shuri smut drabble, miss me kiss me, paint me, my heart and soul, i'm not over you- @heejayy

don't run from me, 24/7 (ft. riri williams)- @kisskourt

come and see me, heart of iron & steel (ft. riri williams), tulips, the panther's muse- @risingoftime

generous- @gardenof-venus

our!?, permission- @demie90s

record store- @cuddl3s4shur1

they kissing!- @axailslink

imagine shuri revealing your true heritage to you- @writingintheshadowsforever

genius princess, comfortable, for a while- @solitaryearthperson

dating shuri headcanons, beach day, i'm not sure, stop trying, maybe it's the jazz, is that what you think? hold on, when i had the chance, don't play with me princess, what did i tell you?, sit down please, smoking that 🍃 with shuri- @haechvn

insecure, valentine's day with shuri, believe me series, stressed out, nights like this, griot, rivals, too much series, christmas with shuri headcanon series, training with shuri, cooking with shuri, @queenofsimpsblog

swallow (your pride), i miss your there series, private session, meet me under the golden tree, motel princess, for you i'll try, all eyes on you, eyes on me, seven wonders, wouldn't change a thing, vampire shuri series, black tracksuit shuri (photos), shuri (photos)- @sapphicvqmpires

crown royal, the elevator, your panther series-@pocketsizedpanther

forbidden fruit, seven deadly sins, on the throne, the panther's prey, touchin', lovin', f*ckin' "- @naomis-daydream

@prettymrswright

speak to me softly- @sloth-babied

everything that's broke leave it to breeze, first date with hbcu!shuri, shuri w/ a college!reader, domesticwife!shuri headcanons series, summertime curshin', i have loved you since we were eighteen series, you are my peace of mind, iceskating with the bp:wf girls (search: shuri x black!reader)- @shinsousliya

next to me series- @babyboiboyega

CAPTAIN MARVEL

CAROL DANVERS

different but same, dust- @solitaryearthperson

THOR

VALKYRIE/BRUNHILDE

soft, hardness (sequel to soft), it was my fault- @solitaryearthperson

***PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU HAVE FICS!!!***

[violetdrkside]

Happy Birthday King!

A/N: One of my friends from discord were messing around on Twitter talking about Hanma and his hands and how he likes to make you blush…and it escalated so here we are. It’s just a drabble. Reader is gender neutral.

TW: Hanma, his hands, mentions on exhibitionism, degrading, Hanma being a menace, spanking, choking, teasing

Hanma’s Hands…

Think of them all over your body and them becoming your necklace. To be a tease he keeps his hands in his gloves. When he does take off the gloves he shoves them in your mouth to shut you up because you keep whining trying to grab at his hands taking off his gloves. He tells you to shut the fuck up and you blush. He makes his hand that says Sin your necklace and slaps your ass with his hand that says Punishment. He’d tell you maybe if you sinned a little more he’d stop punishing you and until then you would just have to take it.

But here is the catch. You could never sin too much for Shuji. So he keeps punishing you, teasing you, degrading you until you are begging, tears flowing down your face and maybe then he eases up on you.

Shuji loves it when you blush from the the words he says to you. It gets him going, it is the fuel that ignited the flame inside of him. He just thinks you are so pretty when you are blushing. He’d do anything to see it. When you get ready to sleep you are laying in bed with Shuji all curled up, you’re trying to drift away, but he keeps whispering all the things he’d do to you. He tells you as he does those things to you he’ll be recording you so he can show all the executives. You are whimpering to him to stop teasing you and you want to sleep but he keeps going. You try to move away but he wraps his legs around you and his hand cradling your face. He’s kissing, biting, and licking at your neck and ear. You are breathing heavily, whimpering. Your face is burning. You keep repeating to him to stop and then he says forget the whole recording thing, he might just take you to an executive meeting and show the executives how you are puddy in his hands right in front of their faces. Now you are turned on and you are grinding your ass against his hips. You tell him to keep going and once you do, he stops and you hear a low chuckle in your ear followed by voices echoing of everything that was just said, you recognize your voice telling him to stop, your face is crimson as he praises you for giving him such a good show. You realize he recorded the whole thing. All your pleas, begging, whimpers as you continue to hear his voice repeating all the ways you both could sin together and his punishments to give you. He stops the recording, kissing your cheek, and ends with saying how he doesn’t know if he is going to keep the recording to himself or share it with his fellow executives. But we know how possessive our dear Shuji could be…sleep tight ♡︎

27 October 2022

[lord-overlips]

A sery silly Sunder meets OP- drabble

Click the readmore to read a very silly thing.

"The sin…." Sunder breathed. "

You stink of it…."

Optimus blinked up at the larger bot, helm tilted just so.

"I… excuse me? Are you perhaps lost?"

"Let me see…” He muttered. “Let me see all the filthy, delicious lies and secrets you hold… even a Prime is unclean… undeserving…"

His bulky frame rumbled, warm with exhileration from the thought of peeling this bot open from the inside out and drinking in every perverse little speck of rust and grime that smeared itself through his wretched spark. He would find every last ounce of sin and drink it down greedily.

Optimus stared back, more than a little concerned for this bot. Was there something wrong with him?

“You… seem unwell. Can I escort you to our medbay?” He could see steam rising from the bot’s plating, wondering if a fever had taken him.

“No, I-“

"Please. It's not far. You are clearly not well and we have energon and medicine to spare." Optimus offered.

Sunder couldn’t even speak before the strange bot had taken his servo, clutching it within his own hands and looking up to him with optics full of… empathy.

Ew.

“I am Mortilus reborn! Death walking amongst wretched brief sparks filled with seething shame and vileness!” He continued. “

He stalked closer, close enough to touch, but stopping just short, venting heavily, looming over the other bot and grinning. “Show me…” His optics shone, bright light erupting for the briefest second as he saw...

Puppies.

Rainbows.

The Prime cuddling his medic during a storm and taking in lost kittens and-

What?

There must be some mistake. The deepest secrets were the most shameful… the most vile and delicious, like sweet ambrosia as it pooled in his processor, warming him from the depths of his being. He just needed to dig deeper....

deeper...

A Duckling with a small hat.

The mech comforting another smaller mech, yellow, sobbing, reassuring them they were still a valued part of the team and were doing their best, which was the most important part and-

“Liar!” Sunder roared, scowling and willing his own hate and loathing to pour into this bot’s spark and infect them, turn his spark to rot.

“You hide it deep but you all are all tainted, all poisoned… stop lying… stop hiding! The filth infects your spark! Infects- uh…”

He didn’t want to look deeper but he’d already begun and the drive to slither through those memory banks and uncover every filthy shame was not something he could hold himself back from. There had to be more...

more secrets...

more shame....

Story time with all different coloured bots gathered around this one, all in matching pyjamas.

Making energon popcorn and giving the last of it to the youngest mech who enjoyed it more.

Watching home video recordings where the yellow one learns to catch an elliptical shaped ball and throw it long distances. He scores a- a goal is it? They all cheer.

Images of riding cyber ponies through a forest of energon jellies with his dearest companions while knitting matching scarves and-

There was a tiny sound...

"Uwu," Optimus squeaked.

...

Silence.

I’m leaving.

 Sunder threw his servos up, revolted beyond anything he’d known, slamming a pede down in sheer frustration. He gave up, whirling around on one pede, leaving this sick fragger to his own devices.

“Mortilus will spare you this day!” He called over his shoulder, vocaliser cracking. Sunder quickened his pace to get those revolting images out of his processor and that strange, strange mech far away from him. He needed a nice murderous Decepticon to wash that taste out of his processor.

.

I'm sorry, @platonicphoenix I tried to write a serious and then this happened. :3

If anyone else wants a silly or a fic please send me a request!

This was a whole 2 hours of my life wasted well spent. :D

[i-fondued]

Kinktober 2022 | Ghost - Backstage Pass

Papa Emeritus IV’s favorite Sister of Sin ends up at a Ghost Project hometown concert, surely they can’t get up to too much trouble in ten minutes?

Pairing: Papa Emeritus IV x Reader/Sister of Sin Rating: Explicit Warnings: Smut (duh), quickie smut, squint and there is fluff I guess, PWP A/N: I actually threw this together in like 3 hours which is a record for me, its short and sweet and I had full empty brain time today so this is just a little fun Drabble. I hope you like it!

LINK HERE FOR THOSE WHO PREFER AO3

The base of the speakers radiated in my chest, heartbeat stuttering along with it. Various lights and pyrotechnics flashing along with the rumbling beat of the song that was playing.

Today had been a rare treat for some of us Siblings of Sin; we had been allowed to dress in plain clothes and come to our local Ritual with Papa and his band of ghouls. Papa had called the abbey himself, as they were still out of town on tour, insisting he tell me himself. This was the last stop before he would spend the next six months at home for the fall and winter holidays. I was glad he’d finally be back where he belonged.

“Promise me that you will come, Sorella?” He mumbled into the phone, my cheeks blushing and looking to see if the Sister in the office could hear him. “I have a surprise planned for you.”

How could I refuse when I missed him so much? Especially since he had a surprise planned for me.

Now I had never been to a ritual before, at least not since long before Copia had become Papa, and I had forgotten the intoxicating feeling of being in the crowd. I had managed to be situated right in front of the stage, almost dead center. One of the ghoulettes had caught my attention when we had arrived and told me Papa had saved me a spot in the front. I was a little embarrassed that they had set aside a spot for me, but once most of the siblings had dispersed in the pit of the floor most people had been distracted by the lone woman who stood directly in front of the main stage. 

I watched Papa in his element, he was dressed in his formal black mass robes along with his Mitre. My eyes glassed over as I watched him dancing, toying with the crowd as he sang, teasing the ghouls as they played. I felt my face flush scarlet as he aggressively thrusted along, women in the crowd around me screaming wildly. 

Part of me flared up with jealousy, how dare they think they had a chance to win over Papa’s affections. Quickly though, and especially when he caught my eye and gave me a smirk and a wink, the feeling left me. I knew deep down, even now after all we had done together, Papa was in there and he only had eyes for me. No amount of face paints and extensive wardrobe changes would change that. The lights went dim for a moment, the crowd going wild, before a familiar thrum of the guitar and ring of the cymbal. This song was my absolute favorite, even though it had originally been Terzo’s song. 

I can feel your presence amongst us You cannot hide in the darkness Can you hear the rumble? Can you hear the rumble that’s calling?

The lights flared back on, Papa now on stage in a whole other outfit this time, and the crowd around me went wild. My jaw hung open slightly, breathing becoming shallow, as his eyes locked on mine. I felt mesmerized by him, his whole demeanor shifted. It felt like he was pulling me under the water like a siren. He prowled forward towards the edge of the crowd, crooning at them but I felt like he was only speaking to me.

I know your soul is not tainted Even though you’ve been told so Can you hear the rumble? Can you hear the rumble that’s calling? I can feel the thunder that's breaking in your heart I can see through the scars inside you I can feel the thunder that's breaking in your heart I can see through the scars inside you

I leaned forward on the shallow barrier in front of me, the crowd surging slightly forward to try and get closer to Papa. I couldn’t help but smile up at him, dazed and lovesick as he sang.

A candle casting a faint glow You and I see eye to eye Can you hear the thunder? How can you hear the thunder that’s breaking? Now there is nothing between us From now our merge is eternal Can you see that you’re lost? Can’t you see that you’re lost without me?

Papa’s eyes locked on mine, he wouldn’t dare…not tonight with our siblings of sin here too would he? He stepped to the edge of the stage and kneeled down as he extended his hand towards mine, a wicked smirk on his face. I reached out to him, standing on the tips of my toes, and he took my hand. I could feel the warm feeling of his hand through his leather glove. His mismatched gaise was locked on mine, his white eye seeming to faintly glow in the lights of the show. The women around me were screaming, phones recording this moment in the ritual. 

I can feel the thunder that's breaking in your heart I can see through the scars inside you I can feel the thunder that's breaking in your heart I can see through the scars inside you

He crooned to me, eyes never leaving my face, and I blushed furiously. Papa’s fingers brushed against the inside of my wrist as he placed my hand flat on his chest, his heart beating wildly under his ribcage. The concert seemed to slow down, the lyrics being the only thing I could hear along with the sound of my own heartbeat. I couldn’t look away and I didn’t want to as my Papa’s adoring eyes flashed with something deep and heated. I felt a thrill slide down my spine at the thought of what that meant for me later, knowing full well how he was when he came back to the abbey after a successful ritual.

As quickly as the moment came, it was gone. I felt his hand begin to slip from mine, my head feeling full of cotton balls as the frenzy of the moment faded, and I watched him press a kiss to the top of my hand. I felt him murmur mio amato into my hand before slipping away to continue the show for the crowd.

Can't you see that you're lost without me? I can feel the thunder that's breaking in your heart I can see through the scars inside you I can feel the thunder that's breaking in your heart I can see through the scars inside you I can feel the thunder that's breaking in your heart I can see through the scars inside you I can feel the thunder that's breaking in your heart I can see through the scars inside you

I felt the crowd pulse around me but my head felt fuzzy as I watched Papa work his magic. If anyone had asked me before all this if the rituals were actual magic, I would have laughed. Now however…I wasn’t so convinced. I felt like a spell had been casted on me and not the harmless ones Primo had used in the abbey gardens. No, I felt flushed and oversensive; like someone had set fire to every nerve ending I had. Almost embarrassingly I noted that I felt like I was more turned on than I had been in my entire life. I squirmed, thighs rubbing slightly, as I watched the show go on. Like I had always known, Papa put everything he had into the shows and this was no exception. I sang with him, I danced with the crowd, and I felt my desire for the man beneath the sequined coat and papal paints grow stronger and stronger in my belly. Before I knew it the show had come to a close, barely registering the final bow of the night as the crowd began to disperse. 

Hazily, I began to follow the other siblings of sin toward where the abbey buses would be waiting to bring us back. A hand wrapped around my wrist and tugged gently, my head whipping around to see who it was. It was one of Papa’s band ghouls, Swiss if I remembered correctly. I had spent some time with them at rehearsals and various black masses since Papa and I were practically glued to the hip when he was home from tour.

“Papa is asking for you, Sister.” He smiled mischievously at me as he tugged me again, his canine teeth inhumanly sharp between his lips. “Follow me.”

“Oh, well I don’t want Sister Imperator to think I’ve gone missing…” I started to say, still following Swiss along as we moved against the crowd towards the backstage access. 

“Don’t worry, the ghoulettes already went to let her know you’ll be riding back with us.”

Somehow that didn’t make me feel better but I knew better than to argue. I followed Swiss as we made our way backstage, he slipped a lanyard around my neck, before flashing his own to security. “She’s with Papa.” He teased while I flushed scarlet.

We walked up to a door with Papa’s name written on a whiteboard, Swiss knocked twice before walking away. 

“Have fun, kitten.” He called over his shoulder, waving slightly as he slipped behind another door further down the hall.

The door opened slightly before I was pulled in quickly. Before I could even get a peep out of my mouth I was thrust back against the door, hands gripping my hips roughly as lips crashed against mine, teeth practically clashing together. My eyes locked with Papa’s and I smiled softly into the kiss, whimpering as he sucked my bottom lip between his teeth and bit down roughly. I pulled away slightly, tilting my head away from his, and he kissed down the column of my neck. 

“Papa…” I sighed, my hands coming to wrap around his neck and fingers tangling in the ends of his hair. “You wer-ah!- you were incredible…”

He had begun to suck small love bites on my pulse point, a shudder running down my spine as I rolled my hips against him. He was pressed against me firmly, preventing me from moving away from the door. He pinned me with his hips against mine, his knee roughly shoving my denim clad legs aside to be able to rub his thigh against my center. I let out a soft cry at the friction, my head thrown back against the door. 

“Sorella.” He groaned as he pressed his growing erection, trapped behind his stage trousers, against my waist. “We have ten minutes before someone will come looking.”

He didn’t have to tell me twice.

I kissed him roughly, tongues coaxing each other as I moaned into his mouth. Neither of us were used to me wearing street clothes and the novelty of Papa being able to slip his fingers under the hem of my t-shirt and run his bare fingers against the soft planes of my stomach, muscles clenching as pleasure pooled in my core. I shuddered as his hands slid from my waist, across my hips to reach behind to grab at my ass. I felt his sneaky fingers unbutton my jeans, pushing them down my hips, and he helped me kick off my sneakers before ripping the jeans off my legs. With what felt like inhuman strength, Papa lifted me and I automatically wrapped my legs around his narrow waist. He pressed his weight into mine and helped pin me to the door while his hands wrapped around my thighs. He groaned deeply as he ground himself against my center, the texture of the laces of his trousers rubbing sinfully against my clit. I cried out into his mouth before rolling my hips again, desperate and needy for more. 

“Papa…please.” I whimpered as my hands reached between us and I started to try and undo the laces of his trousers. “I need you.” 

He reached into his sequin coat pocket and pulled out a small knife, slicing the laces with little pause. I had to hold back a bark of laughter when he looked at my face, his cheeks flushed beneath his papal paints. 

“Sometimes you have an emergency and do not have time for laces…” He replied sheepishly before his hands came to cup my ass again. 

We rocked against each other, gaining little breathy moans and groans as we did. Papa’s fingers pulled my panties to the side, running his fingertip up and down my dripping slit. I shuddered in his arms, head thrown back against the door with a thump. “You are so ready for me, Bellissima.”

“Papa…” I groaned, nails digging into his scalp as my fingers gripped his hair.

Suddenly without warning I felt him ease into me, a hiss slipping past my lips as I felt him stretch my cunt wide at this angle as he slid deep inside me. He peppered my face with soft kisses as rolled his hips, slowly at first before both of us became impatient. 

“Fuck me.” I hissed, burying my face in the crux of his neck as my arms wrapped firmly around him as Papa began to thrust more aggressively into me. 

“Such naughty words from my Sister of Sin.” He teased, his breath becoming pants as he worked us towards our own pleasures. I felt his fingers snake forwards and brush against my clit as he drove into me. I cried out, cunt clenching his cock tightly as pleasure shot down every nerve in my body. “Satanas, Sorella. You will be the death of me.”

“Stop talking. More kissing.” I grunted, rolling my hips against him to get more friction on my clit as my orgasam began to pull tight in my belly. 

Papa let out a laugh before kissing me firmly, breathy moans mixed between us as we frantically chased after our individual releases. Papa’s thrusts became more erratic, hips circling slightly each time to brush against the super sensitive spot inside me, and after a few more brushes of his fingers against my clit I felt the rope holding me over the edge snap. I buried my face in his neck, muffling my cries of his name as best I could in his shoulder. 

I wasn’t sure if it was the haze of the concert or if it had been just too long since he had been on tour and away from me but I felt my entire body shutter against him, clutching him so tightly to me lest he disappear, and I couldn’t help the words of love that came spilling from my mouth. 

Another few erratic thrusts, all rough and slamming me back against the door, and Papa came with a groan. I felt his cock twitch as he lazily thrusted through our afterglow together before he stilled completely inside me. I sighed, content in the moment, as I kissed him gently. He practically purred as my hands brushed his hair from his face.

“I have missed you very much, Tesoro.” He sighed, his head nuzzling into my chest. 

“I’ve missed you too, Papa.” I smiled as he took my hand with one of his own, kissing my knuckles. “Let’s go home.”

[hausofmamadas]

| A DANCE WITH DINARRÓN: Narcos Mexico/Tax Collector AU Crossover |

… aka an exercise in pure OTP self-indulgence but I don’t care cuz I don’t even care

═

Mira, let’s get this out the way, right quick.

If ever you think a Dinarrón post is my last, you’ve probly underestimating my ability to test everyone’s patience by hyperfocusing on one thing and taking to the interwebs to scream about it. Te lo juro I can and will be going for miles with this shit sksjsjsjsj. Having said that, I don’t have thaaat much to scream in all caps about? Like shits kinda speaks for itself.

✷

Howmever I do hereby submit to the official record: David Ayer’s the greatest gift to this earth not stiff competition aksksks bc so sorry Mr. Ayer but most of your movies are hot!garbage pero fun hot!garbage so (☞ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)☞ Ayer’s actual #1, capital T, Top contribution to history is not the movie Tax Collector but is this scene from the movie Tax Collector

…. of not our David Barron but still a Bobby-Soto-looking Eme gangster named David Barrón Cuevas … FUCKING 💃🏻SALSA💃🏻 DANCING LIKE ARE YOU FORREAL TRYING TO HAVE ME KILLED

✷

And with this gift, Ayer basically fueled the fire for this mind-meld of Dinarrón dancing, aaand it’s basically the sole reason for me waking up in the morning, it basically maaade the Dinarrón Blue Jeans vid bc I basically only decided to add TC clips after seeing the uncanny similarities to Dina’s wedding.

✷

It’s like Ayer actually Freddy Kruegered me, plucked the scene straight from my Dinarrón dreams bc the way it fits so well with the scenes of her lil dance routine have me Lebron-tear-ing to the goddamn moon.

✷

And since I first saw this hot!garbage movie, can conservatively say that I think about this mmm like twice a day. Like they’re not even from the same movie/show, but in my mind, they’re irrevocably fused together like this did just happen. It is canon wedding instead of what actually happened aka Min yelling at Barrón for drinking agua mineral and calling him Pancha’s “gente”

✷

OH AND how weird is it to see our boy smile ?? Barrón barely speaks a word sksks so like smile!??!!?! Pffft pls. Mans is a sicario, no tiene tiempo para eso curling-the-corners-of-his-mouth-to-express-joy mamadas. He’s too busy smoldering for no goddamn reason and white-lady-math-meme-ing his surroundings for threats both of which look remarkably similar re: what his face is doing.

Also this/ks:’kskamb mf hip swivel Dina doin in that last one🥴 sending me into full fucking heart palpitations. Like her booty alone, Jesus that booty does not get the gotdamn recognition it deserves in this fandom.

*slams hands on table like overzealous cop during an interrogation, stands up too forcefully knocks over own chair*

And YOU KNOW WHAT? I’m here before the court today, your honor, to atone for that sin. And since you’re dying to know, yes, being a martyr for The Cause is indeed a thankless job with no 401K or health benefits but I hear they’re gonna paint some real nice pictures of me after I’m dead, so clearly a fair trade.

═

taglist (for the free gifs): @narcolini @narcos-narcosmx @ashlingnarcos @drabbles-mc @rerorero-my-cherry @criatividad-e @cositapreciosa @cherixrosa-archived @artemiseamoon @purplesong1028 @mandaloria314 @tinylittleobsessions @narcosmx @thesolotomyhan

[rigginsstreet]

First Line of 10 Fics game

Rules: share the first line of 10 of your most recent fanfics and then tag 10 people. If you have written less than 10 fics, don't be shy and share anyways

tagged by @spaceofentropy

“Pop, you back here?” Hermione was calling as she made her way to the back room of Pop’s Record Shop. - ‘til i hear it from you (parentdale - riverdale)

The dust has barely settled a week after Starcourt. - show me your teeth (buckleway - stranger things)

Billy knew he was fucked the second he jumped into the stolen car, police cruiser hot on their heels, sirens blaring as Cid sped down the darkened street. - your shadow weighs a ton (harringrove - stranger things)

It’s been three weeks since his dad kicked him out. - parentdale tumblr drabbles (various parentdale ships - riverdale)

March 28, 1987. The day before Billy’s 20th birthday. - what set you free? (i need you here by me) (harringrove - stranger things)

It gets dark in his head sometimes. - it’s not your fault, so please stop your crying now (fradsythe - riverdale)

Chapter Text    The day after Thanksgiving finds FP warm in his bed, hiding under a thick duvet from the brisk autumn chill that permeates outside. - make the yuletide gay (fredsythe - riverdale)

The relationship was still new. - there’s no point in candles if our fire never burns (harringrove - stranger things)

Billy’s 8 when his mother walks out the door, never to be seen again. - why must i be a teenager in love (harringrove - stranger things)

The trick or treaters have turned in for the night. - blood on his skin, dripping with sin (fredsythe - riverdale)

tagging @lazybakerart @adelacreations @kiraixi @imsodishy @fredheads @littlewinter1917 @gardenerian @discodeviant

[desiderium-eden-a]

“So you’re moving out?”

“Yeah. With everything that’s happened recently, I just . . . I feel it’d be better if I leave this place. If we both do. Was there something you needed to talk about?”

“. . .”

“Nope. Just wondering how you’re going to feed yourself if you can’t even enter a kitchen.”

[wroteclassicaly]

Below, you will find Part One of my complete Steve Harrington masterlist! It includes prompts, drabbles, series, one-shots, concepts, headcanons, and MORE!

Part Two of my complete Steve Harrington masterlist!

* Copyright @wroteclassicaly - Do NOT redistribute, post to another platform, translate, or plagiarize my work (this includes AI) — under any circumstances! Reblogs, comments/feedback are ALWAYS appreciated! *

* Note: I do NOT claim ownership for the tv/movie universes I write about, or their established characters! *

Stranger Things Masterlist

My library blog

Main Masterlist

Joe Keery Characters Masterlist

Steddie Masterlist

Harringrove Masterlist

Stoncy Masterlist

Key:

❤️‍🔥 = smut

💔 = angst, depression, & anger

💝 = fluff & comfort

Series titles are in bold red

Appropriate warnings and tags will ALWAYS be added!

Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader - (Prompt #1)❤️‍🔥💔💝

Steve’s and Eddie’s hands - (Drabble) ❤️‍🔥

Fall to Your Knees - (Drabble/one-shot) ❤️‍🔥

Steve loves to eat pussy - (Headcanons/imagine/blurb/drabble) ❤️‍🔥

Feral For Steve’s Happy Trail - (Drabble) ❤️‍🔥

Tittyfucking Steve - (Drabble) ❤️‍🔥

Body worship with Steve - (Drabble) ❤️‍🔥

Steve’s hands - (Drabble) ❤️‍🔥

Riding Steve’s chest - (Drabble/blurb) ❤️‍🔥

King Steve - (Drabble/blurb) ❤️‍🔥

Sex on the library table w/ Steve - (Drabble) ❤️‍🔥

Sleepy winter Steve - (Drabble/blurb)

Christmas smut with Steve ❤️‍🔥

Daddy/Breeding Kink - (Kink Hour blurb/drabble) ❤️‍🔥

Honeymoon shenanigans - (Small drabble/blurb) ❤️‍🔥

Daddy Steve in public - (Drabble) ❤️‍🔥

Using Steve - (Drabble) ❤️‍🔥

Steve on Valentine’s Day - (Headcanon/concept) 💝

Lazy Sunday Sex w/ Steve - (Blurb/drabble) ❤️‍🔥

Steve’s fingers drive you crazy - (Drabble) ❤️‍🔥

Steve eating you out - (Drabble/blurb) ❤️‍🔥

Grabbing Steve’s ass - (Drabble/blurb) ❤️‍🔥

Soft for Daddy to be Steve - (Drabble/blurb) 💝

Protective Dad Steve - (Concept/headcanon)

Steve eating you out from behind - (Drabble) ❤️‍🔥

Struggling to take Steve’s size ❤️‍🔥

Fucking yourself on Steve - (Blurb) ❤️‍🔥

Steve being so needy for you that he cries - (Drabble) ❤️‍🔥

Steve watching himself fuck you - (Blurb) ❤️‍🔥

Sharing a cherry slush with Steve - (Concept)

Desperately needy for Steve - (Blurb/drabble) ❤️‍🔥

Angst/tragedy - (Imagine) 💔

Just a thought… - (Imagine/concept) ❤️‍🔥

Our Place - (coming SOON) 💝

Steve on Mother’s Day - (Concept/blurb/drabble) 💝

Plus sized reader being romanced by King Steve - (Imagine/blurb/drabble) 💝

The Sunday Night Sin - (One-Shot/drabble/blurb) ❤️‍🔥

Walk Until You Belong - (One-Shot/drabble/blurb) 💔

Steve on Father’s Day - (Concept) 💝

Pussy drunk Steve - (Imagine/blurb/drabble)❤️‍🔥

Steve fucking you to a music video - (Imagine/concept/blurb/drabble) ❤️‍🔥

Pegging Steve - (One-Shot/drabble/blurb) ❤️‍🔥

Catching Steve - (Blurb/drabble) ❤️‍🔥

Bondage - (Concept/headcanon) ❤️‍🔥

Steve always loves touching you & MORE - (Headcanons/blurb/concept/drabble) ❤️‍🔥💝

Steve’s hand playing with you - (Imagine/concept) ❤️‍🔥

Piss Kink w/ Steve - (Imagine/headcanons/drabble/blurb/concept) ❤️‍🔥

Jerking Steve off and kissing his neck - (Imagine/blurb/drabble) ❤️‍🔥

Steve taking care of you while you’re pregnant - (Imagine/drabble/blurb) 💝

Steve over your attitude/punishes you - (Drabble/blurb/imagine) ❤️‍🔥

Steve with his son - (Imagine/concept) 💝

Steve as a father - (Headcanons/concept) 💝

Steve covering your mouth - (Blurb/drabble) ❤️‍🔥

Riding Steve - (Imagine/concept/blurb/drabble) ❤️‍🔥

Steve waking you up during the night - (Drabble/blurb) ❤️‍🔥

Steve marveling at being a dad - (Concept/imagine) 💝

Steve getting off - (Concept/headcanon/imagine) ❤️‍🔥

Steve eating you out - (Blurb/drabble) ❤️‍🔥

Riding sub!Steve - (Blurb/drabble) ❤️‍🔥

Steve using your panties to get off - (Drabble/blurb) ❤️‍🔥

For The Record - (One-Shot) ❤️‍🔥💝

Steve asking if anyone has ever eaten you out - (Drabble/blurb) ❤️‍🔥

Antique Store Owner!Steve

Steve fucking you nice and deep - (Drabble/blurb) ❤️‍🔥

Walking with Steve during the fall - (Drabble/imagine/blurb) 💝

Taking comfort in one another - (Drabble/blurb) ❤️‍🔥💔💝

A Christmas wedding with Steve - (Imagine/drabble/blurb) 💝❤️‍🔥

Steve eating you out when you’re sleepy - (Imagine/drabble/blurb) ❤️‍🔥

Steve loves your manicures - (Imagine) ❤️‍🔥

Dad!Steve in the winter - (Concept/imagine) 💝

Making out softly with Steve - (Blurb/drabble) ❤️‍🔥💝

Older!Steve has arthritis - (Concept/headcanon)

Steve slowly touching you - (Blurb/drabble) ❤️‍🔥

Piss kink #2 w/ Steve - (Blurb/drabble) ❤️‍🔥

Steve loves boobies - (Headcanons/concept)

You’re Mine - (One-Shot) ❤️‍🔥

How Steve calms down - (Drabble/blurb) ❤️‍🔥💝

Work week blues - (Drabble/blurb) ❤️‍🔥

Using a toy on Steve - (Drabble/blurb) ❤️‍🔥

Steve making you cockwarm a toy - (Drabble/blurb) ❤️‍🔥

Using a fuck machine on Steve - (Drabble/blurb) ❤️‍🔥

Spring afternoon w/ Steve - (Drabble/blurb) 💝❤️‍🔥

Steve driving you crazy - (Drabble/blurb) ❤️‍🔥

Steve teasing you - (Drabble/blurb) ❤️‍🔥

Steve eating you out - (Drabble/blurb) ❤️‍🔥

Pizza Man!Steve - (Drabble/blurb/teaser/headcanons)

Get Going, Or Get Lost

Series Teaser 💔

Chapter One (coming SOON)

Destination: All Over You (AU)

Series teaser

Chapter One (coming SOON)

I Won’t Stand By

Chapter One 💔

Chapter Two (coming SOON)

We Can’t Go Back

Series teaser

Chapter One (coming SOON)

Aren’t We All Sinners (AU)

Chapter One (coming SOON)

[desiderium-eden]

“I could’ve healed him. Back to full health too. For you. Anything for you.”

As if Mikhail would allow that overgrown pigeon anywhere near his family. Rafail was fortunate already to have made it to the castle. The gods knew what Lazuli would’ve done to the ahniri if he didn’t have the diplomatic protection of Ahreum. 

He tried to ignore Rafail. Tried to push past him, shove past him if needed. But the hand that grabbed his arm was quicker than he was. 

“Does your princess know you’re here?” he spat out, pulling his arm back with disgust. 

And for a moment, Mikhail could see hesitation on the other’s face. As well as anger. Before Raf composed himself. 

“You seem a bit overwhelmed right now.”

So that would be a no. Camille had no idea.

“I’ll give you your space for now. But if you need a shoulder to cry on–”

“I’d sooner find comfort with Phuong than you.”

“... You’ve certainly become more childish with time,” Raf remarked. Eyes narrowed a bit too much for the smile on his face. “But if you ever need me, I’m only a call away.”

[matryosika]

and your best friend too

pairing – dom!jisung x reader

genre – smut, angst

wordcount – 5.3 k

warnings – possessiveness, graphoerotica, exhibitionism, consented videotaping, humiliation, degradation, use of petnames, mentions of the word "daddy", oral sex (m), deep throating, dirty talk, mentions of safeword, rough sex, unprotected sex, body cumshot.

note – i kind of have a thing for body writing (graphoerotica) as a form of humiliation so i wanted to write something about it. also, i apologize in advance if there are any mistakes, please remember that english is not my first language!

if you like my work and drabbles, and you want/are able to, please consider tipping me on my ko-fi. i will be extremely grateful! (http://ko-fi.com/matryosika), even a dollar will help me a lot!

[23:08, y/n]

*attachment: 1 video*

don't i look pretty like this, ji?

jisung's jaw tensed as soon as his digit pressed on the video you had sent him.

it was you, half of your face buried into the mattress while your arse was completely arched. your glossy gaze making direct contact with the camera as you recorded such a filthy moment, slightly sticking your tongue out, moaning and whining while getting fucked.

[23:09, y/n]

after all, i am no one, right?

i hope you don't mind i am taking it out on your best friend

he seemed so pleased with the idea of getting between my legs that i just had to let him inside of me

jisung's knuckles turned 3 shades paler as his eyes witnessed the rest of the clip. your pretty face, completely fucked out. eyes rolling to the back of your head while you pathetically moaned his best friend's name: hyunjin. biting your lips, sucking on your fingers, all of that while making direct eye-contact with the camera on your cellphone.

he licked his lips in exasperation, tongue pocking out in one of his cheeks while the blood underneath his veins boiled.

he had it coming, but he never guessed it would bother him this much.

[23:11, y/n]

don't worry, ji

he gave me permission to record our little session

and as hard as he tried to just delete that clip from his gallery and leave your messages without a reply, he couldn't do it. replaying it on loop over and over again, his heart raced at the image of your pretty body being used by someone else. his cock instinctively twitched under his pants as it grew harder, the sound of your whines and whimpers making him lose control as he was reminded that it wasn't him who was making you feel that good.

he was conflicted, feeling both enraged and turned on. the thought of you filming the whole thing out of revenge had him on edge, the lingering possibility of you thinking about him while getting fucked by no other than his best friend, and your sinful noises combined were exactly everything that was needed to rile him up immediately.

he fucked up, and this was the price that he was doomed to pay.

[23:16, y/n]

goodnight, ji

enraged, he locked his cellphone and threw it on the couch of his living room, the silhouette of his painfully hardened bulge becoming more and more prominent under his sweatpants as he rubbed both of his hands against his face.

his mind went back to the last heated argument you two shared at his studio. even though the relationship you two shared was merely sexual, you couldn't help but feel upset whenever he denied you in front of everyone, even his close friends. you knew he was a very reserved man and you respected that, but it wasn't until the day of the argument where you realized that he had completely fucked up.

the past few weeks he spent them ranting about how stressed he was and how much he needed you, talking about all the things he wanted to do with you and how bad he wanted to show you how much he desired you. as a good, compassionate friend you were, one day you decided to show up at his studio without telling him. you knew that one of his sexual fantasies was doing it there, where everyone could hear and, since he was very much stressed, you thought that helping him out could serve as a release for him.

however, the surprise was for you and not for him. hyunjin, his best friend, was inside the studio with him. once you recognized his voice, you thought hard and long about leaving and coming back later, but the sudden apparition of your name in the middle of the conversation made you stay right were you where.

"so, about y/n?" hyunjin questioned, your mind telling you to leave before it was too late but your legs were completely disconnected from your brain, "you don't know her?"

there was a pause before jisung's voice interrupted the silence again.

"not really man," he replied, "i've seen her around the building but we have never talked properly".

"i thought you guys were close" hyunjin stormed, his voice wrapped with genuine shock, "i swear i've seen you two talking a few times".

a faint laugh slipped out of jisung's lips, the despair of not being able to witness the scene with your own eyes was frustrating enough for you to feel any kind of emotions in the heat of the moment.

"nah," jisung mumbled, "she is literally no one, you must be confused".

no one.

you tried your best to fight the sadness and disgust but those two sentiments got the best of you. the way he expressed himself about you made you feel kind of dirty, like an object. and even though you enjoyed being treated like that in bed, it was much different to hear his voice talking about you with people outside of whatever dynamic you two had going on.

it just felt wrong.

"i think she is very attractive" hyunjin added, his voice snapping you out of your trail of thoughts, "i thought you two were friends so i was going to ask you to introduce me to her, but i guess i would have to do it myself".

after much consideration, a heated confrontation and an argument that lasted for barely 10 minutes, you decided to put an end to whatever it was that was going on between the both of you. all you wanted was for him to treat your name decently outside of bed but he was stubborn about "wanting to keep everything on private". of course, keeping things private meant one thing but completely denying your bond and devaluing you to a "nobody" were two different things, and you were too proud to continue on being treated like that.

the following days after the confrontation were mere history, returning back to the present point of jisung's rage. after clearing up his mind and reorganizing his thoughts, his gaze focused on the clock hanging on his living room wall. 23:31.

[23:52, unknown number]

i am outside

a faint smirk appeared on your lips as you laid down your cellphone on top of your bed, both of your eyes lost in the ceiling of your apartment as you thought the situation through.

it took him only one small taste of revenge for him to loose his mind, ringing the doorbell of your apartment over and over again determined to get a response from you.

he was at your mercy, but you were at his too. you knew that as soon as you opened that door and saw his countenance, you were going to drop on your knees for him. you knew yourself too well, maybe, and that's why you were afraid of letting him inside.

[23:53, unknown number]

you have 10 seconds to open the door

don't do things you might regret later, princess

a small chill traveled along your body and spine, your skin getting covered in goosebumps at the soft threat he was giving you. with careful steps you approached the front door of your apartment and waited there for a couple of seconds in silence.

but, after much consideration, your hand turned the handle all the way to reveal the image of jisung's angry gaze laying on your vulnerable figure.

"what do you want?" you questioned so casually, ignoring the series of messages you had sent him only a few minutes prior, "i am about to sleep s-" without a warning his hand grabbed the sides of your neck while his body entered the apartment, forcing you inside by taking a step back.

"you planned this, didn't you?" he spitted while locking the door with his available hand, "you slept with him because you wanted to take revenge on me."

"and what if i did?" you inquired with broken words, a faint smile appearing as jisung's grip on your neck got tighter, "i enjoyed every second of it, you have no idea".

guiding you all the way to the nearest wall, his body pressed against yours cornering you into a very small place. there was absolutely no space in between the both of you, no air or small particles could ever pass through the middle of you.

"keep on talking" he threatened, his lips dangerously close to yours, "give me more reasons to shut that fucking mouth of yours".

and determined to push him to the edge, you did was you were told.

"he fucked me so good, ji" you panted, the lack of oxygen making you feel both dizzy and aroused, "he made me cum so many times i lost count".

"you know what you are doing" jisung hissed, his jaw clenched as his eyes looked down on you.

"his cock was so big," you whined, your nipples hardening at both the memory and the current situation. the light fabric of your pijamas did absolutely nothing to conceal both of your hardened buds, making jisung's erection much more prominent as soon as he spotted them, "i know you would've loved to see me riding his thick cock".

"you are pathetic" he groaned, softening the grip on your neck as soon as your half-lidded eyes started to slowly close shut, "trying to convince yourself that you don't need me".

"why would i need someone who can't even say my name out loud?" you teased, the words coming out with more resentment and anger than you intended to, "why would i need you when my name sounds so good coming out of hyunjin's lips?"

jisung's tongue poked out inside of his cheek, his eyes rolling slightly back at the comment being made while letting out a soft scoff. "you can fuck him all you want," the dark-haired mumbled laying his deep eyes on you, "you can fuck all the cocks you want, but your dumb little brain knows that they are not me".

"you think so highly of yourself, ji" you pouted, your whole body still pressing against the wall while feeling his growing bulge brushing against your abdomen, "you are not the only one who can fuck me good".

"see, that's where you are wrong" jisung teased, faking a moment of sympathy, "i am the only one who can fuck you the way you like to be fucked, and i am the only one who owns those pretty holes of you. no one is allowed to touch you the way i do and no one is allowed to play with what's mine".

"isn't it a little too late for you to say that, jisung?" you inquired, the corners of your lips rising up in a subtle, but mocking, smile. "or do i need to remind you that just a few nights ago i was in the bed of your best friend?".

"why do you think i came here?" he questioned, his lips brushing against yours without giving you any kind of solid contact, "the one that needs a reminder it's you, not me princess".

"a reminder of what exactly?" you replied softly, your needy eyes dragging along his perfect facial features that were darkened with anger, "a reminder that i shouldn't settle for someone like you?"

his hand traveled all the way to your nape and, with a swift movement, he buried his fingers in between your hair, pulling it harshly and forcing your head to roll slightly backwards.

"so my pretty slut wants to play dumb tonight?" he groaned, a devilish smirk appearing on the corners or his lips, "you are very smart yet you are choosing the most stupid decisions right now".

pulling you by your hair, he made you kneel in front of him, still being caught between his body and the wall.

you knew how things were going to end and you would be lying if you said they didn't turn you on. jisung, as sweet and fun guy he appeared to be on the outside, held very dark traits on the inside. looks can be deceiving, they say, but you knew him well.

holding you in place by grabbing a fistful of your hair, jisung lowered his sweatpants and underwear with his available hand, freeing his swollen cock that was already dripping with precum.

"it doesn't matter how much you beg for me to stop or to slow down," he warned, setting your head in position to slam his cock inside your warm hole, "you know the rules".

you swallowed hard and whimpered at the sharp pain of his grip, your heart feeling ten times heavier while it sinked inside you, "i will only stop if you use your safe word. do you understand?"

you nodded in agreement, knowing the thrill he got out of this whole situation. he wanted to drive you all the way to your breaking point, one that would make you beg for him to stop. he wanted to assert his dominance in you, and he also wanted to prove how submitted you were for him, reminding you about being able to use your safe word but knowing that you were not going to do so because you needed to be good for him and take absolutely everything he was about to give you.

"let's see if you have some decent manners," he hissed, parting your lips with the tip of his cock, "and stop talking with your mouth full".

his hips slammed his cock into your mouth with a rough movement, making you gag around him as you closed your eyes shut.

"what's wrong?" he pouted, slightly pulling himself out of you only to thrust his hips into you again, "you didn't practice enough with hyunjin?"

you looked up to him with teary eyes, the anger and rage transmitted by them only making jisung's cock harder inside of your mouth.

"good girl" he mocked, his available hand traveling all the way to your neck while the other one gripped a fistful of your hair, "all you need is a cock filling you up for you to shut up"

as he thrusted his cock inside you, the palm of his hand slightly wrapped around your neck, feeling how his cock reached the deepest spot in your throat and groaning every time he felt his own bulge there.

"did hyunjin fill you up like this?" he questioned, grinding his teeth in an attempt to repress any sinful or lewd noises that cojld escape his lips, "was his cock big like mine?"

you moaned around him at his words, your eyes rolling to the back of your head each time his length made its way inside your warm hole.

"i bet it wasn't" he groaned, holding your head deep down his cock for a few seconds before completely pulling himself out of you.

you coughed hard while drool dripped out of your mouth, staining your chin and pijama top.

"look at the fucking mess you made," he mumbled, taking your chin with a swift movement and forcing you to look up to him, "you filthy slut".

he stared at you for a few silent seconds, his gaze wandering around your facial features while the only sounds that could be heard inside of your apartment were your heavy breathing and loud heartbeats. one of his fingers brushed against your glistening lips, your mouth instinctively opening for him as he let out a soft scoff. your teary eyes, your red nose, the neediness in your gaze and the way your mouth was slightly parted made his cock twitch right then and there, the blood under his veins ablazing as the impulses of fucking were getting the best out of him.

you looked at him with lust, a faint smirk appearing in the corners of your lips as you realized that he was just as desperate as you were. he wanted to punish you, but the urge to give you exactly what you needed was driving him to the edge.

"look at you, all riled up and jealous" you whispered, biting your lower lip while you glanced at him, "acting like a fucking animal because you can't control your impulses".

he gave you a killer gaze, one that, for a minute, actually made you regret saying such thing. but you were hurt and you promised yourself to not hold back at all.

not tonight.

"if i am no one, why do you get so mad when other people get in between my legs daddy?"

as soon as he heard that petname, his eyes slightly closed as his tongue poked out inside his cheek.

the same petname you had used on hyunjin, whining and moaning his name along with that title on the video clip you sent to jisung earlier that day.

"don't you like it when i call you that?" you questioned, "hyunjin really likes it".

with no hesitation, and without a warning, you felt a sudden sharp pain in your right cheek. the sting and hot feeling of jisung's palm against your skin made you roll your hips against nothing, one of your hands traveling immediately to your face as you tried to soothe the pain.

"watch your fucking mouth when you are speaking to me" he groaned, cupping both of your cheeks with one of his hands as he forced your head back, "i'm not hyunjin nor any of the other cocks who will never be able to satisfy a pretty slut like you, don't forget who you are talking to".

with a mocking smile you slightly sticked your tongue out, finding the situation more amusing than intimidating. even so, you couldn't deny the spark of fear that ignited inside you every time you saw jisung.

he was unpredictable, but that was the thing you enjoyed about him the most.

his body took a step back from yours and you took it as signal to stand up from your knees, walking behind him around your apartment as he made his way to your bedroom, a place he had been in countless times.

he awaited for you at the door frame, only closing the door once you were inside the room with him. "get on your hands and knees on the bed" was the first order he gave you, roaming around your desk looking for something unknown to you. his hands opened and closed the small drawers that were placed on top of it, his eyes traveling around the whole space until they finally stopped at the item he was looking for: a marker pen.

without asking any questions, you followed his command. getting on all fours, with your wetted and clothed core at his full disposal, you waited for his next order or plea.

his body slowly approached yours, the mattress sinking slightly while he placed one of his knees on top of it, both of his hands dragging your pijama short that did absolutely nothing to cover your dripping core.

"were you expecting for me?" he questioned with an egocentric tone at the realization that you didn't have any underwear on, your juices coating and sticking to the thin fabric of your pink shorts.

he gulped at the sight of your glistening core, the way your cunt throbbed almost inviting him to use it as long as he pleased.

but, of course, he wasn't going to let you have fun without teaching you a lesson first.

"you fucked one cock and suddenly you forgot how to respect the man who owns this cunt" jisung hissed, his hand draggind along the skin of your asscheek only to land a sharp, but painful, spank, making your whole body tremble under him, "i guess i just need to remind you what your place is, in fase you have forgotten it".

he dragged the marker pen along the skin of your arse, writing something on it that was unknown to you.

SLUT.

the sight of such degrading word written on your body combined with the sight of your soaking cunt only made his cock ten times harder than it was before, if being possible.

rolling your hips as a way of begging for him, a faint laugh left his lips. "you don't think i am going to give you what you want that easily, do you?"

"what do you want me to do?" you questioned, still with your arse arched for him.

"turn around" he ordered, giving you one final spank before your ass landed on the mattress as well as your back, your whole body weight resting on your forearms while you spreaded your legs for him, "this is just a small reminder of who you belong to, in case your dumb little brain can't recall it".

he then dragged the marker along the skin of your tummy, between your lower abdomen and your pubic area, writing letters while his devilish gaze fixed concentrated on your body.

once he was done, you realized that what he wrote was his own name.

jisung.

"you like it when i mark you, don't you?" he questioned with a deep tone, smiling at his own masterpiece once he finished it, "i am marking you in the most humiliating way i can think of".

your eyes dragged along the written word on your skin and, for some reason, your cheeks turned a shade red.

"you look way prettier when you submit to me rather than to him" he groaned, positioning himself between your legs while his arms moved all the way up to your chest, his hands ripping the thin fabric of your top, "i hope that having your pretty body being dirtied with such filthy words teaches you a lesson".

without parting his gaze from yours, he wrote another word on your chest, right above your breasts.

cumslut.

he gave you one final smile before slightly pulling away from you, your eyes automatically landing on each word that was written by him on your body.

you felt both embarrassed and aroused, having such distinctive marks along you made by no other than him. what turned you on the most was the lingering feeling behind that action and the jealousy involved.

he wouldn never admit it out loud, but he was madly possessive about you. back then in his studio, when hyunjin asked for his help to flirt with you, he felt an unfamiliar sensation building up inside of him. he didn't wanted hyunjin to get close to you and, in fact, the thought of him hitting up on you made him sick.

you were his, and only his.

even if he didn't want to admit it, and even if things between the two of you were never serious nor official, you belonged to him.

no one was allowed to play with you. no one was allow to praise you. no one was allowed to lay a finger on you. no one was allowed to kiss you. no one was allowed to even think of you in any type of way.

you belonged to him and he was determined to fuck you for hours on end until all you could say or think about was his name.

"you are so cute," you panted, both of your legs spreaded as you caught his eyes fixed on his name written on your skin, "you are so cute when you are jealous".

a mocking smirk appeared on his face while he undressed himself, "this is what you wanted, wasn't it?" he questioned, aligning the tip of his cock with your cunt, "you did everything to make me jealous, knowing that things were going to end up like this".

you let out a victorious smile, biting your lower lip as yout eyes fixed on jisung's.

"you won," he groaned, forcing himself inside of your tight cunt and earning a small whimper out of you, "but i am going to take all my anger and jealousy on you, because that's what filthy sluts like you deserve for misbehaving".

as soon as he finished his sentence, the pace on his thrusts increased almost dramatically, slamming his length inside of you with roughness as you closed your legs around him.

"fuck" you whined, your back arching at such aggressive movements while your eyes closed shut, feeling the delicious stretchness inside your whole while he rolled his hips against yours.

"did he fuck you like this, princess?" he groaned, his eyes fixed on the way your breasts bounced with every thrust, "his cock felt this big inside of you?"

you shook your head slightly, unable to articulate any sound that weren't whines or moans.

one of his hands traveled all the way to where his name was written, slightly pressing down on that area as his cock went inside of you. the feeling was new, feeling both painful and pleasent at the same time.

"my cock is right here" he groaned, pressing at your lower abdomen each time he thrusted himself inside you, "filling your pretty cunt".

"fuck, jisung" you moaned, one of your hands desperately sliding down the set of pillows underneath you. once your digits grazed against the material of the thing you were looking for, you pulled it from beneath and handed it to jisung.

it was your pink small vibrator.

"you are so fucking needy" he groaned, slowing his pace as he took the device from your hand, "i'm guessing your brain is already fucked dumb for you to use it on your own".

the familiar sound ringed into your ears as jisung's hand approached your throbbing clit, putting pressure on the vibrator as a series of cries and moans escaped your lips.

"i bet you use this often," he panted, the sight of tears streaming down your cheeks making his cock twitch inside of your pussy, "masturbating every single night wishing it was my cock filling you up instead".

you moaned at his words, knowing that he wasn't far from the truth.

"you look so fucking pathetic, y/n" he hissed, his eyes dragging along your heavenly body already covered in sweat, "weren't you being so bold just a few seconds ago? now you can't even speak properly without crying and whining like the cockslut you are".

"shut up" you whispered in between broken moans, the familiar sensation on your lower back and abdomen indicating that you were embarrassingly close to your release.

"i told you," he groaned, leaving the vibrator on the side and leaning his body on top of yours to cup both of your cheeks, "to watch your fucking mouth". he forced your lips open while he was still inside you, spitting inside of your mouth and closing it immediately afterwards, forcing you to swallow.

he pulled himself out of you and slightly slapped your inner thigh, commanding you to get on your hands and knees again. however, your body was already too weak and fucked out to maintain your body weight with your hands, so you opted for resting your whole chest and arms against the mattress.

"isn't this your favorite position?" jisung scoffed, realizing that you were laying just like that when you recorded the video getting fucked by his best friend.

you arched your arse for him, slightly swaying your hips from side to side as you awaited for him to be inside you again. however, the next thing he did wasn't precisely slamming his cock inside you.

instead, he handed you his cellphone with the camera app opened.

"since you like to show yourself that much," he mumbled, the coldness of his voice sending shivers down your spine, "why don't you record yourself getting completely ruined by me?"

you placed the device against the pillow, capturing a good shot of both your face and your arse. trough the screen, you noticed how he returned to his previous position between your legs and, immediately afterwards, you felt the tip of his cock tracing your wetted slit.

"don't worry princess," he said, slowly entering your tight cunt again, "i won't show it to anyone, unless you want me to".

bringing back the familiar noise of the vibrator, he dragged it underneath your body and pressed it down on your clit, the sudden sensation making your whole body tremble under his arms.

"eyes on the camera, y/n" he whispered, one of his hands working with the toy while the other one gripped your hip, "i want you to see how cute you look while being ruined by me".

even though you did your best, it was almost impossible to keep your eyes opened at such overwhelming sensations.

this position, in particular, made jisung's cock hit that sweet spot inside you, making your eyes roll back every time his cock grazed against that rough patch of skin inside of your walls.

"you are going to make me cum" you cried, feeling how the pressure of the vibrator against your clit intensified immediatly after your words.

"eyes on the fucking camera" he mumbled, his hand leaving your hip while leaning on towards your body to grab a fistful of your hair, harshly pulling your head to the direction of the camera while he pounded your cunt from behind, "be a pretty slut and show me how obedient you are".

the series of moans and lewd noises became more and more frequent as jisung's hips acquired a sloppy pace, his groans and grunts making you clench even harder around his thick cock.

"i need to cum" you whined, tears streaming down your eyes as you did your best to keep them opened for the camera.

"who do you belong to?" he groaned, moving the vibrator slightly in circular motions around your bundle of nerves.

"you, jisung" you moaned, your hips moving instinctively against his, "i am yours and only yours"

the knot was really close to coming undone, and he knew that. he knew that by the way you clenched around him and by the way your hips pathetically grinded against him like a needy cockslut, wanting more and more stimulation in order to cum.

"that's right, princess" he groaned, his thrusts becoming more and more intense, "you belong to me, your cunt, mouth and assholes are meant to please me and only me, do you understand?"

you nodded eagerly for the camera, your eyes tearing up and your mouth slightly drooling at the feeling of your promising orgasm.

"now be a good slut and cum for me" he grunted, replacing the vibrator with his own digits against your clit, "cum all over my cock and fingers, make a mess and show me how obedient you are".

and so you did. moaning his name over and over again, the knot on your stomach finally came undone, freeing your abdomen and lower back from the build up tension that was almost making you go insane.

your orgasm washed up over your whole body as your juices coated his cock and stained your bed sheets, your cunt soaking and dripping as jisung kept on fucking it to look for his release as well.

"give me the cellphone, princess" he demmanded, quickly changing the camera from front to back as he recorded your ass bouncing on his cock, the letters written on it still legible enough for the camera to capture them.

it took him only a few more seconds to reach his orgasm as well, pulling out of you and cumming all over your arse. he made sure to record every single second of it, his hot arousal decorating your ass along with the word written on it.

however, not completely satisfied with the scene, he turned your weak body around one more time. the rest of his hot cum landed on top of your pubic area where his name was written, a smirk appearing on his lips as he panted.

after a few seconds of recording your fucked out body, he turned off his cellphone and left it on the side of your bed, his gaze admiring your body covered with his cum.

"do you still have doubts on who you belong to?" he questioned with hitching breath, "or do i need to fuck you back to your senses again, princess?"

[delugguk]

-You liked the way the sheer shirt hugged his skin.

PAIR: idol!jungkook x reader

GENRE: drabble

W.C: 724

WARNING: none, just them being horny teasing each other backstage lmao

------------

Getting ready to perform, you both were backstage with the boys and, staff.

"you look hot."

A finger slowly tracing up and down the middle of your boyfriend's chest you feel how the fabric touches your boyfriend's skin so well. Jungkook's hands holds your body with his arms around your waist, hooded eyes dominating his gaze.

"I like how this outfit looks on you, a good choice from the stylists" a sensual smirk draws your face, and he does it too biting his lips. Both of your hands touch his defined pectorals all the way up to his neck. Placing a soft kiss to his lips he pulls you closer to him. You know he has just a few minutes to perform but damn.. He looked like pure sin right now. You know It wasn't right, you both knew.

"Yeah? You like it that much?" He lowers his voice -mindful of the people around you- but it was always like this whenever you visited his work. The both of you in your little world.. it was like jungkook couldn't think of anyone else but you and Jungkook didn't even noticed. That was one of the reasons why you didn't visited him that often, also the reason why the boys teased him.

He firmly squeezes both sides of your waist. Goddamn it how much you love the way he touches you.

"mmh-huh" placing a quick lingering kiss to his neck, "I can see your whole body with it. You're so sexy baby. And all mine.." you pull your face away from him maintaining your eyes into him. "It makes me want to kiss your whole body.." He chuckles and does the same. "thank you so much baby." a pretty smile draws his face, eyes glistening while looking at you with so much love in him."I wish I could just do the same to you right now... and you know it." He was all head over heels for you but you weren't left behind.

Anyone that could take a glance from afar could tell how much in love you guys are.

In moments like this though..? You both always wanted to destroy each other and had this high sexual tension going on in between trying not to fuck each other and give the staff or the boys, THE show. So Yeah, it was hard to keep it together.

"are you staying at my place tonight right?" His face is close to yours, he's trying to calm down his crescent future boner.

You laugh, "of course baby"

A tiny moan scapes his lips but only you can hear it. purring to your ear, "so good baby. I want to fuck you so bad."

You feel how he giggles at your ear with his hot breath and a new wave of arousal pools into your underwear. "If you don't stop right now.." sensuous to him, your fingers meet the back of his hair trying not to go further and damage his hairstyle,

He pulls away from you, laughing. "ok.. ok angel" a pretty smile meets his face. "I get it"

"Jungkook we should get going now" Jimin approaches once he's done with his make up.

"Yeah.. let's go until both of you eat each other.. damn" yoongi says at the back.

"were you looking at them the whole time?" hoseok humorously says teasing him.

"no, but you don't really need to try hard to know these two are doing something tonight"

"YOONGI--" You playfully call him.

"what? Am I wrong?"

"PERFORM RECORDING ABOUT TO START" a staff yells

"Let's get going now, that shouldn't be in our business" namjoon says and they all follow him while playfully talking to each other.

"I think we should be more careful?" Jungkook says soothingly pulling away from you.

"Yeah.. A finger up into his chest.. That says a lot of things y/n" seokjin says.

"HEY--" You yell at him playfully though, you thought their teasing was funny because you knew they were probably right. It was obvious. But you also couldn't resist him a viceversa.

You both shyly laugh it off. He gives you a tender kiss, "I'll get going now princess, if it gets too late just go to my place and I'll meet you there ok?"

"Ok baby.." You kiss him back. "Good luck! I'll be watching."

"I know you will~" he bites your lips and with that he's gone.

[the-ce-horniest-book-club]

Last Chance Prompt Fest

Today is the day that our Last Chance Prompt Fest starts.

To take part, you don’t need to claim a prompt through us at all, you just find a prompt you like, create what you want to create and then tag us @the-ce-horniest-book-club​ and use the hashtag “CE HBC Last Chance Prompt Fest”. You can also DM your link to us to ensure we see it.

The event starts today, Friday, August 27th and ends next Friday, September 3, 2021.

Once the event has ended, we will answer the ask for the prompts that received creations. We will also have a masterlist for everything created as well.

Who can we create for?

You can create stuff for Steve Rogers, Chris Evans or any of Chris’s 18+ characters.

What can we create?

While the CE HBC is primarily a writing community, these events are to encourage creators of all types. So for this event, you can write, make moodboards, create a playlist, make a video or whatever you are inspired to create based on the prompts under the keep reading.

All of the prompts are listed below the cut and it does not matter how many things are created for each prompt.

Chris Evans Prompts

Could you do one with chris where the reader is eating something delicious and Chris hears them and tries to distract them with smutty things but the reader picks the treat over Chris. (Just had yams that tasted like my grandma used to make years ago, and I’ll pick that over Chris right now lol)

It’s hot AF where I live and we all know Chris doesn’t like the hot temps… so maybe something about trying to beat the heat

How many rounds was that? Four? God, we’re about to break our own record. With Chris? 😍

That’s a lot of sass for someone who ruined my sheets and still hasn’t apologized. With Chris?

Prompt: being friends with Chris and helping and supporting him with ASP too. When the news hit that Biden won your together and after squealing, he just grabs and kisses you.

Chris Evans brushing his heavily pregnant wife’s hair

Chris introducing you to his family for the first time

Readers reaction when Chris has to shave off his beard for a role and doesn’t tell her?

Hey i had an idea. she faked her orgasm because she has trouble cum.  Chris finds out and is angry because she hasn’t said anything and doubts his abilities?  then he brings her to orgasm

Chris playing Christmas songs on the piano while you wrap presents or something where he keeps you company while you’re doing something else

Ari Levinson Prompts

Cowboy Ari Levinson helping you out after he finds you on his ranch

Curtis Everett Prompts

Trying to have quiet sex with Curtis behind a curtain.

Frank Adler Prompts

Frank Adler gets a new neighbor - reader who is just as intelligent as his family and they like each other right away.

Nick Vaughn Prompts

Nick Vaughan keeping you company on the streets of New York

Steve Rogers Prompts

“I’m your Captain and you follow my orders!” “Aye, aye Cap’n!” “I said Captain, not pirate.”

“Hey Steve, what does a deaf gynecologist do?” “I don’t know.” “He reads lips.”

How about a drunk drabble based off of Right Girl Wrong Time by Jon Langston with Steve and Peggy

someone should write a steve and bucky threesome with a reader

“Yeah sex is great but have you just ever wanted to rub yourself over that fucking beard of Steve’s?”

I have a prompt for you. Steve has fallen in love with the Motown sound since Sam has played most of the genre for him. He has gone shopping, or gone for coffee and he hears you sing a song from the Supremes and is instantly intrigued. Have fun seducing him with music. https://youtu.be/HXGz8i0I2L0

It’s the first Christmas Steve has spent with y/n

Reader making Steve a heart cake for Valentine’s Day ❤️

Multiple Options Prompts

Can I get the following prompt with Steve, Colin, or Jensen? “In ancient Greece, throwing an apple was done to declare one’s love.” “How do I love thee, let me count the ways? Thump, thump, thump.” “So the mild concussion means you love me?”

Could I get “I see that you have your legal name listed as Y/n’s Daddy. That’s incorrect. You’re legal name is what’s on your Drivers Licence.” With any of Chris’ characters please?

SFW Prompts

For Chris or one of his characters, there is only one bed and they got to sleep far apart but wake up cuddling. Bonus points if they don’t hate it.

“Just tell why you did it!” “Because I’m in love with you, okay?!”

How about they’re roommates and “just friends” who develop feelings for each other

“You always say that, but I’d only see you for a day or two until you have to fly out again.”

“You don’t have to say anything, if you don’t want. I just thought you should know.”

i have been in love with you, dumbass

“If you don’t hug me right now I think I might fall apart.”

I have these… powers raging around inside me, and I have no clue how to control them.

“Hey, it’s cold. Light a fire or something. I swear, you’re a cold blooded reptile.”

that guy in the gorilla costume has been following us for the past ten blocks.

going to a masquerade ball

“So, you’re the unfortunate soul stuck with me.”

“I look at you and I think, ‘sunshine. Literal sunshine.’ It’s annoying.”

“Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!”

“What’s with the box?”

“I’m not jealous.”

“It’s not like I love you or anything.”

Merlin quote prompt: Nobility is defined by what you do, not by who you are

“Why do you keep pushing me away? I know you love me.”

“I want to go home.” “And I want to go to the moon. It ain’t happening sweetheart. Time to accept that.”

“I just want you to know I love you and I hope these roses prove that to you.”

Prompt: “if you steal all the blankets I’m going to put my cold feet on you.”

“What have we here? Bed: unslept in. Hair in… missionary disarray. And yesterday’s dress with today’s shame all over it.” Gossip Girl

Every time I’m in the same room with her, I can’t decide if I want to pick a fight with her or push her up against a wall and kiss the fuck out of her. - Falling for My Enemy by Claire Kingsley

“The worst thing is, that even after all of that, I’m still in love with you.”

NSFW Prompts

“Wet pussy is the best. I can’t get enough of the juices dripping from my mouth.”

“She beauty, she grace, I want her pussy on my face.”

“Sheathing my cock inside you feels like a jam donut being torn in half. Delicious and mind blowing.”

Twist on quarantine haircuts: couple helping each other with pubic hair maintenance

“I don’t know if you’re looking for Aztek gold down there, but if you don’t hurry up and fuck my brains out I’ll do it my damn self!”

“Have you ever noticed how eating a hot dog is similar to giving deepthroat?” “No but thanks, I don’t want to eat this now.”

Babe I can’t sleep. I know you just woke me up. Wanna fuck? I’m awake!!!

“I don’t know who you think you’re talking to but I’m about to punish that sassy mouth!”

“I love your longish hair baby. Finally got something to pull while you’re between my legs devouring me.”

Holiday Prompts

“Great, now I have to re-hide your Christmas gifts.”

“I’m not going to kiss you under the mistletoe.”

“The best way to spread Christmas cheer is singing loud for all to hear.”

“What are you doing?” “Hiding from carolers.”

“Santa’s handwriting looks suspiciously like yours.”

“Why does the house smell like a cinnamon roll threw up?”

“Are you Santa? Because I’d sit on your lap.”

“YES I BOOBY TRAPPED THE PRESENTS BECAUSE YOU DO THIS EVERY FUCKING YEAR”

“What the hell kind of Charlie Brown Christmas tree did you buy?”

“It looks like the North Pole threw up.”

i may or may not have gotten tangled up in the tinsel.

“If we don’t have this damn tree up before the end of the night, I’m going to kill you.”

“I’m going to tell Santa to give you coal.”

“It’s an advent calendar. You’re supposed to open one square a day, not eat half the chocolate in a sitting.”

“Why is there mistletoe in every room of the apartment?”

I got a little too drunk off of egg nog and vodka and you look so pretty in this light, and I most definitely want to kiss you right now, best friends or not.

we were going to a Christmas party but fuck if you don’t just look sinful in red, and you know what? Fuck that Christmas party.

Dad!chris (or one of his characters) and his kids at Christmas

“You’ve never had a New Year’s kiss?”

Spending your first Valentine’s Day together with any character

[akampana]

25, Caster Gilgamesh with Arturia.

Archer Gil heart might be with Enkidu, but maybe Caster gil heart, who got over the loss with a harsh lesson, can still hope to find solace in those emerald waves inside Arturia eyes?

25. “I want you to be happy. And I would love it to be with me.”

CasGil X Arturia

this is connected to that other drabble you're referring to, No. 11 Gilart :)

_____

"You would dare make even a king plead, King of Heroes?" Arturia seethed, crushing her sword's hilt as she pointed Excalibur at Caster's throat. "Do not humiliate me further. Leave."

"I will not," the older one insisted, letting the blade slide just past his collar. "The same way you will not strike a man unarmed, Arturia."

The king flinched at the sound of her name in that familiar voice. After all the months that passed, he could still disarm her with just that.

"Don't," she whispered, her voice quivering like a leaf in autumn, barely clinging on to its branch.

"I am asking you, Gilgamesh," she managed as her heel clicked against the cold walls. "Leave, please. You have taken enough from me."

A gentle hand brushed the tears from her cheek, caressing her face the same way he did on temple grounds once before.

"The sins of my younger self are not my own. You are no fool, you know this. You know me," Caster stressed, willing the words into existence because he knew them to be true. The wise king was not so careless to toss aside one treasure in favor of another. He learned to see the beauty of each.

"This is the third time I've heard your voice say you love me—"

"Yet, the first time it was I that delivered those words and not that hedonistic idiot," Gilgamesh said, trying not to let his irritation take over. The king leaned forward, his headdress slipping from his hair as he pressed his forehead to hers.

Arturia stared straight into his eyes, a pair of rubies whose splendor she'd long memorized. Her gaze traveled downward, to the lines below his lashes that his younger self lacked, then to lips that spoke words less harsh.

There was a time Arturia would have been ready to believe him—the other him—maybe even debate that silly proposal he threw out every now and then. But that time had long passed. The person she was back then was dead and buried, six feet under together with all hopes she might have had of meeting Shirou once again.

"Gil," she enunciated his nickname, which she'd been allowed to use to differentiate him from his duplicate. "How am I to believe that I am more than something expendable in your eyes?"

Slowly, her hands crawled up his vest, pressing lightly on his chest to keep him from coming any closer.

"How can I believe that it truly is me that you want, Caster?"

The wise king of Uruk let out a long breath, anger brimming in his iridescent red eyes. He didn't think his hatred of his youthful self could go any further, but right now it was reaching a record high.

"I forgive your lack of faith, on account that it was myself that shook its foundations, but..." he trailed off, enveloping her hand in his. "However strong my efforts to distance myself from him, at our core we remain similar. There isn't a King Gilgamesh that does not want as strongly as we do, nor one that ceases pursuing his desires."

Her nails dug into the fabric of his vest, threatening to rip the fabric, but Caster stood steadfast.

"You expect me to believe you on account of that? Then you are no different—"

"I am," he interrupted, holding her chin so that she faced him.

"My younger self pursued you because he wanted a queen. He wanted you to fill a void that something he lost had left," the king declared.

"I want you to be happy," he said, finally, meeting her wide green eyes with his scarlet ones. "And I would love it to be with me. Therein lies our difference."

Gilgamesh held Arturia as her guarded heart let down its walls, circled her once stiff shoulders in his arms as the anguish that once held her upright crumbled into dust. King and King sank onto the unworthy floor, sitting amongst the rubble of her hate and doubt. But no matter. Together, they could make foundations that were stronger, built in trust instead.

Arturia whispered her response to his confession, touching her lips to his. Gil told her he wanted to make her happy. She, without fear, believed him.