#bop drabble

[chappedlipdirtycontacts]

i bought a Bop It at Target yesterday. i got obsessed and already beat it (i reached 100. im so badass, i know) but i could also see how the command voice can get really annoying. but also i’d love to piss off Team Free Will with it. Sam specifically. i don’t think Castiel would mind, and Dean would be obsessed with it as much as i am. Sam would get so irritated while he’s typing away on his laptop bruh it’d be so funny

[pentagonieslut]

“please don’t tell your girlfriend,” you whispered in gunwook’s ear as you heard his helmet clank on the bench as he sat it down with a smirk. “don’t worry, she’ll be too busy blowing me to talk.”

lay bankz- tell ur gf is a BOP 💃🏾

[sukioyakio]

Drabble

Coolbfsukuna x losergfreader

Sukuna had his fair share of relationships, boring,Toxic, submissive, obsessive, and the list goes on. But your the one who broke his 3-6 mouths dating streaks.And at times he even wonders what is better,you talking or his little brother talking. He even ponders how the hell that you out of everyone got into his heart and claimed him.

But if he could give you a title for anything,it would be a fucking loser, and the biggest talker.

He was sitting down in the comfort of his bedroom;The luxury and pleasure one should feel when in their bedroom but not for him as he groans out loud.Clicking against his tongue.

While the sun shines it bright yellow shimmers through the windows. And right now,you were doing some damn acting shit;with a literal D.I.Y costume for whatever fuck shit show you had on the Tv in his our room with the muisc loud enough that he’s wouldn’t be surprised if the neighbor’s knock on the door.

“And WHAT YOUR name is!!” You voice out with a stupid pose.Walking with a blue coat and one of your yellow trousers And a pair of white sweatpants. Bopping your head down as you follow the beat. Remember the next line like it muscle memory.

“Alexander Hamilton!” You singed along with the people on the screen and posing like the guy in the middle. Sukuna can’t even say anything but watch your little live show.

Sukuna watched you goof around, dancing around the room like an absolute idiot. He just sat there with a dumbfounded expression, watching you sing along to the cheesy songs, trying to match the actors on the screen.

"You having fun there, dumbass?" He asks sarcastically., raising an eyebrow as he watches your 'performance'. Merely his gesture showing his boredom.

Your back jerk at his voice even if the volume is loud you could find that voice anywhere;your face look at him with surprised expression,that quickly becomes red after you realize your bf wasnt on his headphones or in the leaving room trying to get his own silence.

But instead watched your impressions of hamlition the musical.

Before shyly nodding at his response face flush with a perfect shade of red and going right back to singing along with the crew.

Your playful movements were a bit stiff at first because of the embarrassment running through your vains but went back to it when it came to the song ‘Aaron bur,sir’.

sukuna Huff out silently a laugh;at your reaction towards his question. God,Your one hell of loser.

Sukuna lips lift up in a amused smirk, You always did those shy reactions right after doing something so geeky especially when your around him.He didnt need to get his little brother to ask if youve been in a relationship before him because he clearly saw that he your was first one.

He observed intently, leaning back further into the headrest of the bed, his eyes fixated solely on you.

He found the way you blushed and tried to play it off amusing, a sly smirk playing on his lips.

‘adorable’ a voice ringed in his mind.

As you continued singing along, he let out another huff’s of laughter . "You sure are something else," he muttered, shaking his head in amusement.

——

He could go on a walk with you and your ass would be careful to tell him everything that you and yuji did your day out.

Your presence completely overshadowed his aesthetic but he could clearly seeing that you lack fashion sense much more then relationship experience.

“And then We went on a walk and saw this beetle” You say with a eager look in your eyes. Your hair a completely mess, but he’s proud that you don't give a flying fuck about people.And how much more your glasses made you look like a greek.

Sukuna listened intently, or at least tried to listen to your endless chattering about what you and his fuck ass little brother did. But his attention was mainly on how adorably excited you were to talk about such mundane things. His face nonchalantly glanced at your as times,with a neutral expression.

"Uh yuh," he muttered, his voice stern.A hint of interest in his voice.His hands in his pockets as he felt your hand clenching onto his black coat.As he lead you and him through the busy streets of Tokyo. He was getting slightly annoyed with how virgin like you are. ”But i cant believe that that lunchable ripoff would actually ruin there-“ you voice,with a cheerful smile rambling through your soft lips. Sukuna just scoff out, But it didnt weigh no malice. Your hands still wraps it grip onto his coat instead of just holding his hand but he wasn’t gonna sound pathetic.

Eyes watched him, with eyes of curiosity or Attentive Spirits. Either there eyes drooling at his frame which that what his high school days would get off to.

But he was getting slightly irritated by the stares that were heading your direction. Giving you a disgusted look’s, and whispers of what he knew wasn’t any better than their expression.

He silently clenched his jaw, already annoyed by the stares and remarks, but you were completely oblivious to all of it. You just continued talking, blissfully unaware of the attention you both were receiving. ”Oh!My god i forgot to tell you that his best friend got some mess up crap too. . .” You faced at him with a lazy smile, the sun shining at your horrifying messing hair, giving it a clear glaze to look at.A face he could stare at for hours but he wouldnt admit that to you.

Even when you smile at him like that.He completely ignores the fact about these citizens stares.

Crossing the streets, your hand slips out of grasp of his coat.. He immediately takes your palm into his grasps.Keeping your presence close to him.Letting his hand soak into your warmth palms.He was at first hesitant to continue forward; this man wasn’t used to doing all the yearning. And boy just from that moment you shut up;having his stern face lift up with a genuine smirk. Becuase out of anything that get you to be quiet are simply actions it make him feel a bit arrogant.

But then again you’re probably have a bright redness flushed at your cheeks. But not a two minutes later he could hear your mutters. were you even trying to lower your voice??

“Omg,omg,omg his hand,his hand completely engulfed my hand. God his hand warm.” You whispered loudly;cheeks flashed with a warm red. Still holding onto his hand .

Rolling his eyes into the back of his skull,he looked annoyed but his ears showed another thing.His lips tug a smirk he tried to not give in.

"Oh my god, shut up," He muttered under his breath, annoyed with your lack of volume control but it held no heat to it. "You're too loud, ya know? People could hear you."

He glanced at you, a mixture of coldness and amusement in his eyes. "And stop gushing like a little schoolgirl about my hand. It's just a hand, for crying out loud."

You face completely turns into a tomato. As you reject his taunt. As now the you both were now inside the gates of the park.

“Well !it not just any hand! It yours and you mean a lot to me. . . Also doesnt that mean im in love with your cells since it makes up your existence an-“

You were quickly shut up by his other arm squeezing your palm cheeks together making you look like a duck.As you were now face close to your hot boyfriend.His body bending down,to your height. His red orbs staring at you; cologne mixing up with your way of breathing. His perfectly shaped faces with tattoos that just make him look so good.

Loud gulp comes from you.As your glasses fogged up with how much your breathing.Yea . . so you realize that staring contest weren’t much of your strong suit.

"Stupid.." he muttered, his grip still tight on your cheeks. "You always manage to leave me speechless."

He leaned forward, his nose almost touching yours, his expression filled with a mix of annoyance and amusement. "One of these days, I'm gonna have to find a way to shut you up for good." His voice low raspy voice. And then his soft lips kisses your lips,always leaving you feeling like gonna faint out of pure bliss.His tongue taking the lead,as you horribly try to follow.

At least this was his favorite way of shutting you up.

Hope you like it

Please leave a comment,i like reading yall comments. And a reblog is always welcome.

part two

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Made by @sukioyakio 2025

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[heartfullofleeches]

Puppy Love

Yan Monster Drabble

[A/N: Reader has Tourette's. Very self indulgent]

It bubbles in your throat- Lips curling over your canines as your teeth click- chattering from the force it clawing its way out of the deepest reaches of your chest. The weight pinning your lower body to the mattress stirs tepidly as your mouth petals open with a loud, guttural-

"rrrr-ruf!"

Silken hair slumps over sunken cheekbones - hollow sockets borrowing holes in your soul as its head rises from your lap. A string of drool trickles from their torn mouth, exhaustion and confusion evident in the bop of its head as thin fingers extend from their perch on your left leg.

Slapping your hands over your mouth, you gasp-" "Static, I'm so-"

"ruf."

It connects your forehead with yours - a weighty, coarse lolling from the gaps between the flabs of skin forming its maw. It slaps against your cheek, snaking towards your lips as the creature huffs with delight at the acquainted, intoxicating taste of your sweet flesh.

"Static! rrr- Cut it out!" Laughter tears from you as you push at their chest to no avail. "Your tongue is like sandpaper!"

Buzzing chirps in your ear as the creature responds with a resounding-

"No."

[eupheme]

hey baby i would so love another threesome with logan & wade. except maybe some action between wade & logan as the reader watches and touches herself?

ooh hi anon! 👀 thank you for sending this in! I would absolutely love to explore more with them - I have a little drabble for you below! 💖 (and hopefully similar moments in later chapters of the poly fic!)

logan howlett x wade wilson x f!reader | 200 words

tags: poly relationship, spanking, anal, mast

You have to admit - you like seeing Wade like this.

Blissed out. Belly-down against the mattress, as he babbles. Hands grip at his waist, as Logan buries himself again - a muffled groan lost into the sheets.

You also like that Logan can give him what he wants. That firm hand he craves, one that now curls around a hip - slips beneath.

Wrapping around as Wade whines, the muscles in his back stringing tight as he ruts into Logan’s fist.

“This what you need?” Logan rumbles - the low timbre shooting straight through you, “So fucked out you can’t do this yourself?”

“Fuck. Feels better when it’s you,” Wade groans, “Bop it, twist it, pull it, I don’t care. Just don’t fucking stop-“

A hand cracks down against his ass in response, the moan Wade makes is filthy.

It makes your fingers circle faster. A little hitch in your breath as your thighs inch wider. The sound pulls his attention - those dark eyes fluttering open, lips parting.

“Leaving you alone, gorgeous.” Wade breathes - hands hooking under your thighs. Trying to tug you closer - to fit his mouth between them and taste you.

“Uh-uh. This is all about you, baby.” You smile - as you squirm away. Two fingers slipping down, sinking deep. Setting the same rhythm as the lazy pump of Logan’s hips, as they both groan.

“I’m doing just fine right here.”

thank you again! 💖

[sungiescheotluv]

opposite day ⭑.ᐟ na jaemin

pairing: na jaemin x gender neutral reader

word count: 541

tags/warnings: suggestive, fluff (if you squint), just a silly (crack?) drabble really

summary: there are two things that jaemin swears by: his skincare routine and annoying the shit out of you.

notes: hi hi! it's been a bit since i last posted. honestly, i'm not even sure what happened. i had a lot of ideas for fics i wanted to do, but i also had other life obligations to tend to, so...yeah. anyways, this is just a little thing to get me back into the swing of things. very silly string of words here, but i hope you find amusement in it regardless. will be back soon with a more coherent fic. much luvvvv! <3

“You look-”

“Sexy?”

“Like a sad snowman.”

Jaemin frowns deeply, actually looking the part with his white facemask emphasising his pout. In the meantime, you giggle with a mouthful of toothpaste, expelling the rest into the bathroom sink. 

“You’re just mad this gets to sit on my face and you don’t.”

Your back straightens, head whipping at the speed of light with a wild look in your eyes. “Excuse you?”

“You heard me,” he leans closer to the mirror, hands smoothing the facemask against his skin. “Though once this mask is off, all bets are off.”

You roll your eyes, amusement curving your lips. “You’re so-”

“Charismatic? Charming?”

Your bawled fist bangs into his upper bicep. “Stop interrupting me!”

“Sorry, sorry baby,” he chuckles along, a hand braced against his bicep. In the warmlights of your shared bathroom, shadows contrast against the hard lines of his muscles, nothing left to the imagination as the sheer white vest he wears shows off his broad chest complete with a gold chest necklace. The moment you tear your eyes off his reflection is the moment your eyes meet, a smug smirk on his face. Great. “That really hurt. Kiss it better?”

“Is it opposite day or something? What’s with you?” you grumble, washing your hands in the sink.

“I’m always like this,” he murmurs, shuffling behind you to circle his arms against your waist. 

“Not this obnoxious though,” you mumble, the exaggeration of offense on his face making you laugh. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding. Come here, Nana.”

Lower back braced against the marble countertop of your bathroom, Jaemin’s hands slot at your hips, leaning against the surface as he looks into your eyes. There’s a glint of mischief in them, but lots of love too, the twinkle in his eyes bright when you pucker your lips. He puckers his own, not wanting to get any serum on you which makes you chuckle into the kiss, dotting more on your boyfriend’s lips.

“What mask is this?” The whiff of the face mask passes you by, herbal yet sweet in nature. 

“White truffle.”

“Might have to try it,” you find yourself folding your arms across your chest, enjoying how Jaemin crowds your space. “Since you swear by it.”

He sighs, shoulders dropping and all. “Another person I have to compete with. Gosh, this is why I’m never sharing my skincare anymore.”

“Goes to show how influential you are,” you bop him on the nose, the scrunch left in your wake making your heart soar. “My star.”

“My galaxy,” he smiles, so easy on the eyes. And yet, he wreaks havoc in your chest as his fingers hook into the loops of your joggers, pulling your body forwards as he whispers lowly. “How influential do you think I am to go to bed with you?”

You laugh. “You're already going to bed with me.” 

“Don’t play dumb,” he rasps and the chill runs down your spine. “Is the sad snowman winning you over and do I have to find other means?”

“I can be convinced,” the drag of your fingertip lethal against his chest as he shivers to your touch, a winning smile on your face as you duck beneath his arms and lead the way.

[ariseur]

i just had a silly idea – y'know how there's those videos of big dogs being afraid of cats for some reason? i was thinking of that but with megumi's demon dogs and his s/o's cat who can see them but is comically mean to them to the point that his dogs are intimidated lmfao

“what’s up with them?” your head perks up from the book you’re perched on the couch reading, megumi’s voice interrupting the woven words on paper and instead allowing you to focus on him.

his bedhead’s almost comical. you stifle a smile once he gestures to your cat on the floor, the usual spiked ends of his hair now fall flat as they bounced with the bop of his head. your eyes follow his motion. you tilt your head as you watch the small, furry ball hiss at megumi’s divine dogs.

her tail grows stiff as one of the shikigami approach her, head tilted low as their nose nudges her a bit. your eyes follow the red pattern against his white fur, moving back in a flash as your cat’s paw swiped at his nose.

megumi hums as he makes his way into the living. the scent of linen and tea tree shampoo wafting by as he crouched down next to his dogs, eyeing the feline suspiciously. “you guys are really scared of that little thing?” he mutters, rubbing behind the raven colored dog’s ear.

“i don’t blame them, she doesn’t even like me sometimes,” you chuckle, marking the page and closing the back with a satisfying thud. “she only likes you,” you sigh. you swear you can see megumi smile with the way his shoulders shake with an amused scoff.

the cat saunters back, waving her tail in the air as she walks back and forth — beady, amber colored eyes trained on the dogs. “such sass,” your boyfriend mutters, hand still petting the soft triangular pattern imprinted on the black dog’s forehead.

“as if you’re not sassy either.”

“shut up,” he huffs.

you snicker. you hoist yourself up off of the couch, crawling over to where your cat is while you try your best to not scare her too bad while you’re close. you scoop her up in your arms, laughing at the way her head is still fixated in front of her; the three animals having their own standoff.

she lets out a small sound under her breath as the dog tries to wriggle past the barrier megumi’s created with his arm, shifting it up and down to try and block his view of your sweet pet ( .. even if she wasn’t exactly so sweet, right now ).

“aren’t your dogs trained to attack curses? how’re they scared of a tiny cat?” you cooed at her, lifting her tiny body into a cradling hold while megumi pursed his lips at you.

“fire lies behind those eyes,” he mutters before you throw a glare at him.

you look back down at her. “she’s just a baby, let her live.”

“i’m sure it’s lived another eight lives and reigned its own terror in each of them.”

“megumi.”

𐙚 IGJHHGJGG i hate this.. side note but i’m working so hard on this one fic rn ( yes it’s the angst fic that i’ve been mentioning for the past week ) but i’ve been neglecting my followers w my posts so i’ve decided to post a really short drabble for now :(

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𐙚 requests are open — august first, 2024 ( 11:01pm )

[yuujispinkhair]

I had some very loving thoughts about Yuuji, and they turned horny, so here is a little drabble about how cute and sexy he is when you kiss him and blow him 💗

Pairing: Yuuji x Reader (gender-neutral) Warnings: 18+, smut, blow job, cumshots. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

Walking up to your boyfie Yuuji while he's cooking for you. And you are practically drooling when you take in his tall, buff figure from behind. His broad shoulders, the thick neck, the sexy undercut, the gorgeous v-shape of his upper body, his muscular arms, his firm round ass, his toned thighs. Itadori Yuuji is a fucking full-course meal!

He smiles at you, all sunshine smile and genuine affection in those pretty golden eyes. And your heart skips a beat because he is so beautiful to you. The scars on his face made him even more attractive, giving him that rough, sexy edge. Your sexy hero.

"Hey there, my pretty boy."

You run a hand down his flexed biceps, marveling at how hard his muscles feel under your fingers. It always makes your knees weak how strong he is.

And Yuuji laughs that loud, sweet laugh, his golden eyes brim with happiness, and a flirty expression settles on his pretty face,

"Hey there, my even prettier cutie."

The food he is cooking is forgotten for the moment because Yuuji's strong arms wrap around you, making you stumble against him and end up snuggled tightly against his buff body because he always underestimates his strength when he's so happy to see you.

You just have to kiss him. He is irresistible with that boyish and slightly cheeky smile on his pretty face. Your lips land on the scar on the side of his lips first, making sure to peck it before you kiss him full on the lips.

And Yuuji kisses you back so eagerly, making you forget everything around you. He drives you crazy with his sweet, needy kisses that always show you how much he loves you and how crazy he is for you. Making your head spin with his sweetness.

He makes the cutest noises when you scratch the short stubble of his undercut and run your fingers up the back of his head and into his soft pink strands. You tug on his pretty, pink hair, pulling his head down to deepen your kiss even more, and Yuuji moans into your mouth, making you grin. So cute and sexy.

You just have to trail kisses down his neck and suck on his adam's apple until you hear sweet Yuuji sob. And why stop there when you can drop to your knees and pull down his sweatpants and boxers to lick and kiss those tan, muscular thighs until your boyfie is trembling and his pre-cum runs down his gorgeous thick cock, practically begging you to suck him.

Dinner will not be finished in time tonight, but both of you don't care. Not when your mouth is stuffed with Yuuji's fat cock, spit running down your chin as you bop your head eagerly on his hard length and messily make out with his pretty pink tip while listening to his loud horny moans.

Who needs dinner when you can spoil your pretty boy with your mouth, just like he deserves?

And he looks so pretty with his head thrown back, moaning unashamedly for you, thick cock twitching so sweetly in your mouth, a large hand in your hair, gently but firmly pushing you up and down on his needy cock until he cums with a desperate cry, filling your mouth with his milky load.

You smile at him, looking up at him with love-drunk eyes when he pulls out, only to pump himself furiously to give you some face shots too, while he still has cum to stroke out of his fat cock. Because Yuuji always loves to see your pretty face covered with his cum.

He will make sure to lick it all of you though, so don't worry about being messy for dinner. Yuuji's got you ;)

[sugurouge]

TEA MY LOVE I HAVE A REQUEST. And I know you are the only one I trust with this cause I know you’ll kill it maybe a little nsfw drabble of Tattoo Artist!Endo (or Togame whoever you’re feeling) fucking you in his shop after giving you a sternum tattoo? (Or like any tattoo it doesn’t matter I just peg him as a boob guy lol) He’s just starting down at you, one well placed whimper of pain has him snapping. OKAY I LOVE YOU BYE 🏃🏻‍♀️💨

listen, listen, THANK U SO MUCH IM HONOURED TO HAVE YOU BE MY FIRST EVER WIND BREAKER REQUEST!! BUT as if i could think about togame if you bring endo up first. i couldn't make him fold right on the spot, he somewhat tried to be a professional (or i just like to make him suffer)! but thank you so much for your trust and i hope i don't disappoint <3 i also can't shut up so forgive me for the length

— sickly sweet : tattoo artist!endo yamato x f!reader

summary: you heard about a great tattoo artist online. his reviews were astounding, almost too good to be true. but the shared images of his works convinced you to enter his shop. even more handsome than transferred online, endo welcomes you in, open and down to fulfil your request on the spot. he needed to stall some time anyway. but he didn't expect to be this affected by a pair of boobs and pretty whimpers

wordcount: 1.3k

content warnings! smut, pet names like angel & sweetheart, unprotected sex, slight exhibitionism, obviously you're getting tattooed so there will be mentions of needles and blood, don't try this with your tattoo artist

Customers like to stare at Endo's exposed body, at the tattoos decorating his skin. And he loves it; he practically basks in the attention. So, seeing your curious eyes roam over his arms, shoulders, and neck really shouldn’t distract him. You’re here to get a tattoo in a rather painful area of your body. Placed beneath him on the tattoo lounger, fighting like a brave soldier. You want a pretty tattoo, so you’ve got to be good for Endo to work his magic.

Yet, he keeps thinking about how you jerked beneath his touch when he placed the stencil on your skin, when he fixed up the lines by drawing on your chest. He made sure you were comfortable, even taping the fabric of the towels in place, should your arms grow tired of protecting your tits from his hungry, concentrated stares.

You can see the heavy swallow in his throat, see the way his brows furrow behind his curls. The handsome guy tattooing and touching you all over is really the only thing that keeps you from crying out loud.

Neither of you expect the adorable whimper that slips past your lips as Endo’s hand rests on your chest for stability. The needle just hit a sensitive spot. “I-I’m sorry,” you stutter, trying to act cool, tough.

Fuck, you’re so cute. He shakes his head, fighting his inner demons, struggling to stay professional. Thank God he covered half of his face behind a hygiene mask. “No problem,” he murmurs. “I know it hurts like shit; got one myself.” Your little hum in response is nearly as heavenly as your whimper. Please, whimper again.

Endo presses his feet into the ground, forcing himself not to bop his leg. Yeah, he needs a break; he can't think straight, can't ignore the weight of his cock in his jeans. But he's almost done, so close to finishing up and shooing you out of his shop. “Nearly there, sweetheart,” he says, the pet name escaping before he can catch himself, eyes widening. Thankfully, you’re too distracted by your own embarrassment and pain, mumbling "yeah" once, twice, as your thighs press together.

Your eyes follow a drip of sweat that runs along Endo’s neck, gaze hungrily dipping beneath the fabric of his tank top as he bends forward a little more. If you grabbed his hair, you could pull his pretty face right into your tits. Endo finishes up the last line, perfecting the tattoo with one final stinging pain he held for the end. Your toes curl in response, teary eyes rolling in their sockets as you spoil him with a pleased little moan, pain and lust clouding your mind.

Did you hear the curses beneath Endo’s mask? He hopes you’re too distracted to notice his eyes clouding with lust, pupils widening as he watches the jiggle of your tits with your heaving chest. The tattoo gun rests on the side table; he should go ahead and wipe your body clean. He really should get moving. He definitely needs to wank one out after you finally leave.

“Gonna clean you up, ‘kay? ’S gonna be cold,” he warns lowly. And come on, he has to reward himself a little. He has to lose the little strips of tape before he cleans your sternum, wiping off the mixture of blood and ink. One hand rests against your rib, thumb grazing your right boob ever so teasingly as his right hand cleans your skin. You hiss at the sensation, your hand flying up to cover your sounds as you bite into the side of your finger. “Almost finished, angel.” This has to be how he got this insane rating on the internet, you think, nodding your head up and down to his reassurance.

And when your eyes meet, he wonders: Do you do this in purpose? Look so desperate for cock? What do you want him to do? Why is it so fucking hot in here? Endo’s eyes flicker from your freshly tattooed skin back up to your eyes. He presses the protective cover on top of your tattoo, his warm hand rubbing along your chest as he finally frees himself from the mask, carelessly dropping it on the table. It’s unfair how handsome he is. It’s unfair how you lean into his touch. It’s easy for him to slip off the covers from your tits and cup them with his hands. His lips attach themselves to your skin, kissing along the bouncy flesh until he can suckle on your nipples, it’s cute how you suddenly fight back your sounds and your eyes fall shut upon the sensations. He totally deserves a five-star review.

Your fingers card through his locks, holding him close. You wouldn’t want him to stop now. Endo moves on top of you; confident in how much the lounger can handle. “Not sure which one of us eye-fucked the other harder,” he whispers in your ear. You can hear the grin on his lips. “But I for sure need to hear you moan for me now.” With that, he lets you feel just how hard you’ve made him, grinding down against your cunt as his kisses reach your neck.

“D-do you sleep with all your customers?” The silly question has him chuckle into the crook of your neck before he busies himself with pulling down your skirt, making short progress of your panties at the same time.

“Would you fuck all your tattoo artists?” Endo shoots back with a smirk on his lips, challenging you with that gut-wrenching eye contact again. He teases your clit, dips his fingertips into your begging hole only to pull back. Do you know how hot you are when you part your lips like that? When you crease your brows into this little look of utter bliss?

It is nearly impossible to quip back a witty reply. “Only if they were hot,” nothing but a distracted mumble as you yearn for satisfaction only he can give you now. “Why, thanks, angel,” Endo chuckles, “but enough small talk.”

Your legs are pushed apart by his gloved hands, pressed against your sides to be on display for him. You weren’t prepared for his cock to impact your pussy like this, not ready for the delicious stretch he overwhelms you with as your nails dig into his tattoos. You writhe beneath him, the shyness gone and replaced by filthy moans and curses mixing between your lips while Endo fucks you hard. Your mouths crash together in lust as you pull him in deeper and deeper. Don't mind the creaking of the lounger, relish in the panting of your tattoo artist, and enjoy the sensations of his gloved hands digging into your thighs as he laps at your tits.

The slapping of skin bounces off the walls before the chime of the bell rings through your body, your pussy gripping like a vice around Endo’s cock in shock as his hand comes up to cover your mouth. Not right now. He couldn’t possibly stop fucking you. “We’re closed for the night!” he yells toward the front of his shop, his hips unrelenting in pushing forward into you. You see the strain in his body in the way his veins pop underneath his skin, fighting his own noises as he waits for an answer from the visitor. Yet, no reply ever meets his ears.

But the pawing of your hands lures him back to focus on you, to bury his face in your tits and drown his moans with your body. He’s chasing the high, eager to get drunk on you. His fingers circle your clit, pinching and toying with the bundle of nerves, making you moan into Endo’s hand. So ready to topple over the edge, your body arches to feel the tip of his cock move right against that sweet spot inside your gummy walls, unravelling beneath him. It’s adorable how perfectly you respond to every touch. With one final, deep thrust, Endo sends you over the edge, your body trembling as waves of pleasure crash over you. Your moans are addictive.

“I always knew you fucked your pretty customers...” a sudden, unexpected voice teases. Right, there was never a second chime of the bell. Endo curses into your chest before pulling back, never stopping his shallow thrusts into you as he straightens himself to meet a pair of golden eyes. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous?” Endo fires back, pinching your clit at the right moment to ensure Chika hears the pretty whines that started all of this as they both wear a knowing look.

dividers by @/cafekitsune

[burnedwriter]

‘’mouthfull’’

A/n:here are some small drabbles that didnt make it into full fic.

warnings:smut,!Gender-neutral reader,69,a little bit of !dom reader in kaveh part,handjob,bj,teasing,slight exhibitionism,vibrator,bondage.

characters:kaveh,kaeya,cyno,neuvillette,wriothesley.

kaveh

kaveh sitting up on the edge of the bed as you kneel right infront of him,placing your hand on his inner thigh pushing them open into a spreading position,as your hand went towards his clothed cock.

‘‘you dont have to do this’‘kaveh said looking down at you.

‘‘i just want to do something nice for you kaveh,you dont have to worry~’‘you said looking up at him with a reassuring yet sly smile,you could see a small blush run across his cheeks.

Your hand now on his cock,fidgeting with the buttons on his pants before freeing his half hard cock,giving him a few pumps.The head of his cock already leaking precum.Grabbing his cock softly,moving your hand up and down,teasing the head in the process.Moving your mouth to the head,wrapping your mouth around it,giving kitten licks,now you could taste the precum.

Continuing to pump his cock with your hand while you swirled your tongue around the head,kaveh leaned back as he jolted his hips into your mouth from time to time and being unable to keep himself still,you could hear him being more vocal than usual,grunting and maning loudly at your actions.

kaveh throbed against your hand as the head flashed red,his abs flexing as well as his breathing became heavier.With one last pump xiao  finished,covering your face with his cum.

‘‘sorry’‘He apologised as he saw the mess he created,wipping your eyes so you could see.

kaeya

Feeling desperate you decide to get under his desk you decided to tease him a bit knowing anybody could walk in on you.

sneaking under kaeya’s desk,hastily taking ou this cock,earning a teasing remark from kaeya.

‘‘you couldnt wait until we got home hmm~’‘kaeya purred a sly smile at your desperation as you didnt waste a second.

wasting no time,you freed his cock from his pants,his teasing only making you more eager to continue.Kaeya taking his cock from your hand,giving you a light smacks on your cheek before he pushed himself into your mouth.

kaeya keeping his hips still so he doesnt gag you as you slowly took him deeper and deeper into your mouth,hitting the back of your throat.Waiting for a bit to get adjusted to his thick cock.You start bopping your head,hitting the back of your throat each time.

‘‘your fucking mouth’‘kaeya let out a breathy moan at your action.

Picking up the speed of your mouth,moving into a faster pace,making you choke on his cock as you drooled all over it.Rubbing your own thighs together  trying to get any form of friction as your own arousal started to build up.

‘‘you are doing so great,dear’‘choked praises coming from the man above,never taking his eyes off of you.

the sound of gagging bouncing off of the walls of his office before coming to a halt,as you took kaeya in your mouth fully one last time as he finishes.He slipped his hand under your chin,lifting your head up to look at him.

‘‘swallow it,i dont want to see you one drop leaving your mouth’‘

Wriothesley

Wriothesley trying to keep focus on his paper work,trying his best not to get distracted but his growing bulge that started to form in his pants,as images of you flashed in his mind from your previous encounters.

his grip on the paper tightened causing the paper to curl on the sides.Placing it down on the table his hand immediatly traveling down his pants,unbuttoning them quickly before taking his aching cock in his hand.He imagined how your lips will be around his cock,with a needy look in your eyes as you looked up at him.

His hand moving faster on his cock as he used his thumb to tease the head,thinking it was your tongue,making him groan softly.The images of you continued to flash through his mind,hoping that you were there with him,hearing you pleading to take you right here.

Fisting his cock, Wriothesley moved his hand up and down his cock in a frenzied pace,throwing his head back,as he groaned and moaned into the air.His cock throbing in his hand before he finishes all over it while some of it stained the floor.

cyno

as the night went on and the tension between you started to grow since you thought it was agood idea to tease cyno throught the day just to see how he reacts

as the both of you laid on your makeshift beds you noticed cyno’s heavy breathing along with how painfully hard he was.

crawling into his lap,you took him into your mouth.Cyno not wanting to leave you untouched and not wanting the pleasure to be one sided,he lifted your hips placing you on top of his face.His tongue skillfully  moving to where you wanted him the most, he sucked and nipped at all the right places, earning whimpers from you.The vibration of your sounds sending waves of pleasure on his cock,making him thrust into your mouth in response.You gagged against his cock as he started fucking your mouth while he used his skilled tongue brought you closer to your own climax

Afterawhile cyno twitched inside your mouth while your own pleasure was close to the finish line.With one last thrust cyno finished inside your mouth and close after a few licks  and swirls from him he made you reach your own climax.

Neuvillette

‘‘go on you know what to do’‘his voice cold and commanding as Neuvellitte placed his cock right infront of your mouth,touching your lips.Placing his hand on your head,guiding your mouth since a blindfold blocked your vision and your hands were tied behind your back.

Parting your lips,he slowly pushed himself inside your mouth.You start to move your mouth up and down his cock,you hear a click with Neuvillette pressing a button starting the vibrator that you had inside you.the sudden sensation send shivers down your spine,making you moan against his cock.

Feeling satisfied about well you were doing,Neuvillette clicked the button again turning the vibrator into a higher setting,making you releasing a louder moan this time.You could feel the warm feeling in your lower abdomen ready to snap at any moment.He took  notice of that as you bucked your hips desperetly,with another click the vibrator now was at the highest setting sending you over the edge.Your body feeling overstimulated as you just have finished,he continued to have the vibrator active making your whole body jolt violently,your mind going blank.

‘‘im close’‘Neuvillette said with a low grunt,it was what felt like hours of you trying your best to bring him close, he finally reached his first climax,unlike you that had already finished one time.Your body feeling shore and tired from your orgasm.Neuvillette placed his hand on your hair taking control over the pace into a fractic one.Making you choke on his cock before pushing your head down,he cumming inside your  throat.

[infinitelibrary]

Comfort (a myg drabble)

PAIRING: Yoongi x f. Reader 

SUMMARY: You have had a terrible horrible no good very bad day. All you want is to forget about it. Your boyfriend is there to help you do just that.

WC: 1766 (she just a BABY)

AU: Established relationship, fluff, minor angst?

GENRE: Fluff 

RATING: No restrictions on this one.

WARNINGS: Nothing, really. Maybe one or two curse words, and some feelings of self-doubt / pity, but that's it. Reader's had an awful day.  

CROSSPOSTED: to wattpad, and ao3

A/N: Surprise! This is probably among one of the fastest things I've ever whipped out lol. Honestly I'm not sure how I feel about this. It hasn't been beta read, it hasn't been properly proofread, and I don't know if I like it like it, but I felt compelled to crank this out and so here we are. Please be kind - it's been AWHILE since I last wrote anything to completion lol

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The chirpy electronic beeping of the keypad echoes down the hallway in stark contrast to your mood as the locking mechanism of the door released, granting you access to the apartment you shared with your boyfriend.  You let the door swing shut behind you as you shuffled in, dropping your purse on the table by the entrance, and leaning against the wall.  Huffing away the few wayward strands of hair that had fallen in front of your face, you bent down to tug off your ankle boots, sighing for what could quite possibly have been the millionth time before sliding your feet into the cushiony comfort of your fuzzy sky blue house slippers. 

The apartment is dark save for the filtered light coming in through the sheerly curtained windows, but you can't be bothered to even turn on the standing lamp in the entryway.  Instead, you make your way almost on autopilot through the foyer and head straight down the hall past the kitchen and the living room, towards the door with a glowing blue stripe at the base.  Normally you would stop by your bedroom to strip out of your work clothes and into some sweatpants and a hoodie stolen / borrowed from your boyfriend but after everything you’ve been through today you simply cannot be bothered.  Carefully turning the knob, you inch the door open slowly, cautiously peeking inside to ensure you haven’t disrupted anything.  Just opposite the doorway you see him:  Yoongi is seated at his office chair with his back to you - true to form, his attention is solely focused on the myriad of rows and musical layers displayed on the computer screen in front of him, his ginger hair floofy and untamed - head bopping slowly in time with a barely discernible beat emanating from his over-ear Sony headphones.

You run your fingers through your hair, gnawing on your lower lip.  As much as you want to go to him, you know better than to disturb him when he’s in the zone - you’ve seen him snap at colleagues and friends when they’ve attempted to interrupt him while he’s focused and in the zone like this.  Instead you turn dejectedly and ease yourself onto the black sectional near the doorway, curling up with your head on the armrest, facing the back of the couch.  You feel the heat of all your pent up emotions and frustrations returning to your face, hot tears welling in your eyes.  Just one more thing that the universe had against you today.  Of course he’d be busy.  He was always busy; ever the workaholic.  Why would he have time for you?  What made you think he’d notice insignificant little you entering his sacred domain? You know this pity party you’re throwing for yourself is unreasonable but after the day you’ve had, you feel absolutely defeated and just want to wallow in your misery, your poisonous mindset grasping at any additional reasons it can to pile on top of the hurt you already feel.  You draw in a shaky breath, trying desperately not to create a disturbance, praying that perhaps just being in his presence will help you feel better.  As the first of the tears escape, and a muffled sob wrenches forth from your throat, you realize your efforts are in vain. 

You hear movement behind you but don’t dare turn around. “Jagi?”His voice registers confusion.  “I didn’t hear you come in.”

You hesitate for a moment, struggling to compose yourself. Clearing your throat, you attempt to steady your voice. “I didn’t want to bother you.”

“Jagiya, you’re never a bother for me.” The squeak of his chair tells you your attempts at masking your discomfort were pointless; you hear footsteps shuffling, his voice much closer as his hand touches your shoulder to gently turn you towards him. “Hey, are you -” 

You try to hurriedly wipe your eyes but you know it’s futile - he knows. He always knows. You sniffle: “It’s fine.”

“Jagi, no,” he immediately sits next to you and drapes himself over you in an embrace, enveloping you in comfort and warmth.  “It’s okay if it’s not fine.  I’m here now.”  

You turn slightly so you can properly wrap your arms around him, accepting his hug, savoring the warmth of his body through his soft white sweater.  He nuzzles your neck and plants a tender kiss just under your ear.  It may not fix everything, but his presence and warmth and the subtle weight of his body on top of you already seems to do wonders to help ease some of your tension.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he whispers.

“Maybe in a bit,” you whisper back.  “Can you just hold me for a while longer?  Please?”

“Of course. I’ll hold you forever if you ask me to, jagi.” He chuckles softly and you can feel his lips curl into a soft smile against your skin. His hands stroke up and down your arms over the smooth satin material of your blouse. He lays like that for a few minutes, the room silent except for the occasional sniffle from you. Giving you space and time to just be. His warm breath tickles your neck when, after a few minutes, he whispers, “Do you wanna talk about it?”

You take in a deep breath and sigh, this time much steadier than before. Shifting slightly so that you can both sit up, you allow him to take a look at your face, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks gently, his thumb gently swiping under your eyes to dry your tears. 

“Hey,” he chides you, pulling you closer. One arm wraps around your waist, the other curls around to stroke your hair. You drape your legs across his lap and cling to his torso, tucking your head under his chin as he continues, “It’s okay if you don’t. I’m okay to just sit here with you as long as you want me to.”

“I just…everything went wrong today.” You begin, and proceed to word vomit all of the events that had transpired today to bring you to where you are now. Starting from the fact that you arrived late to work because of traffic, having to park in the overflow lot and getting caught in a flash downpour without an umbrella as you made your way through the parking lot, the coffeemaker on your floor being broken to where you had to get the tepid burnt carafe coffee from the office cafeteria, the printer jamming and when you tried to clear the paper jam it spewed ink across your already damp blouse, receiving the completely wrong order from the cafetoria but not having the time nor energy to get it corrected, and finally finishing with your manager berating you at the end of the day for technical issues that were in no way your fault during a key presentation to stakeholders. Through it all, Yoongi remains silent, just listening, saying nothing.  Simply stroking your back slowly, comfortingly, listening and taking it all in, letting you vent.  “I just wish I could erase today completely or slam a reset button somewhere.” you finish wearily.

“I’m sorry, sarang.”  He murmurs, his lips brushing the top of your head tenderly.  “That sounds so incredibly frustrating. I’m sorry it was such an awful day.”

Yoongi pulls away gently, tilting your chin up so you could meet his gaze.  “Why don’t you go change. I’ll fix you a cup of tea and we can curl up on the sofa with that one show you like?”  

Your gaze shifts downwards, unsure, and you hear him click his tongue. “Or, we can just sit there for a while, we don’t have to watch anything.  Just change out of your workclothes, come to the sofa.  I’ll take care of the rest.”  Slowly you nod.  As unmotivated as you are, you know you have to do something. And as difficult as it is for you to admit you need to be taken care of right now, you know it’s for the best - and you also know Yoongi is stubborn as fuck and won’t take no for an answer.  

He helps you to your feet and instead of leaving you to your own devices to figure out what to wear, he walks you to your shared bedroom and ushers you onto the bed.  Gives you a kiss on your forehead and tells you to wait there for a moment as he enters the closet and rummages around for a few moments before emerging with a pair of sweatpants and, true to form, one of his hoodies that he knows you love.  “Go ahead and get changed and then meet me in the living room, okay?”

You do as he asks, and when you enter the living room you see that he’s already set out a bowl of your favorite snacks - honey butter chips, injeomi turtle snacks, and some of those little red bean paste filled mochi balls that you love.  Your favorite blanket is folded and neatly draped across the armrest, and the TV has been switched on, your guilty pleasure Netflix show cued up to your favorite episode.  

In the modest kitchen just past the living room you see Yoongi pouring the contents of a teapot into two small teacups.  He arranges them on saucers on a tray, which he then carefully brings into the living room, placing them next to the snacks.  Surveying his handiwork, he nods to himself, satisfied that everything looks the way it should.  He turns and sees that you are still standing in the doorway to the bedroom, watching him.  “Hey.” his voice softly pulls you out of your thoughts. “Come. I got you.”

You barely register yourself moving closer to him, stepping into his embrace.  He rubs your back gently for a few minutes, kissing your temple softly just before he pulls back, easing you to sit on the couch in your usual corner.  Draping the fleece throw carefully over you, he then takes one of the cups, handing it to you before taking one for himself and curling up carefully next to you under the blanket.  You lean in next to him, slowly sipping your tea and feeling the warmth of the soothing herbal concoction course through your body.  He starts the program on the television, and as you tuck yourself up against him, you feel the stress and tension of the day ebb away, silently grateful to have such a caring and thoughtful partner to help you decompress after such an awful day.  

[froznwater]

post WT Alenaoh drabble

Alejandro wins World Tour and now not only does his family treat him poorly, but so does the rest of the world. Even Heather gets her bit of redemption after being "used by the evil Alejandro." But none of the shows fans like him. They can admit he was smart, yes, but ultimately someone able to play with that many peoples hearts is not a good person. Twitter trends with phrases like 'rigged', 'not my tdw', and 'slippery eel' for weeks after his victory. His phone number gets leaked, bombarded with hateful messages, and his car gets keyed during the ten minutes he takes to run into his local mall to pick up a gift for his mother on her birthday. Tiktok makes 'plot twist' edits of him. Where it begins with him, but ultimately switches to another of his precious peers after they "shut him down" and the entire concept is just one big fuck Alejandro party in the comments. Hundreds- thousands of greasy idiots belittling him for their enjoyment. He doesn't even post on Instagram anymore. Too pussy to entirely turn off the comments and let the world think they've won, he just buries the app deep in a folder and leaves it untouched. Eel. Fake. Bop. I'm doing it, are you? How many letters in Alejandro? Is that oil I see? Noah = 8.

Some people even show up at his house. His father hires bodyguards and demands the police to patrol the area, but blames Alejandro for all of it. This is all your fault. You were too careless. You should have done this. You shouldn't have done this. Look, this person figured you out. Why did you say this? That was dumb. Jose would have done better. He WON, didn't he? ...Didn't he? But college starts in two months, so he rides it out as much as he can. College sucks. Everyone stares, but no one approaches unless it's some dickhead-sexist loser clapping him on the back with enough gusto that really re-whacks the reality into him every time. He's met with "Aren't you that asshole that won Total Drama World Tour a couple months ago?" any time he tries to make some friends. None of the cast reach out. It stings, but Alejandro gets it. He's not wanted. Within three weeks, he's moves to the middle of fucking no where with his cat and enrolls in as many online classes that his new mediocre college will allow. - Noah, praised for his intelligence and funny one-liners over his course of 15 minutes of screen-time, is the fan-favourite. Officially. Voted through the after-season special reunion. Even though he never made it far. In the beginning it's vaguely funny, karmatic. Him. Noah. The unlike-able "schemer." Is the one that fans edit on tiktok and quote on Twitter. After a (short)while it's annoying. He can't get his coffee before class without posing(or declining to do so) for at least two instagram photos. He can't scroll Twitter without seeing someone referencing him in the replies. "Giving slippery eel." "It's all down here from here, honey."

Even his nickname for Owen is used to fatshame people everywhere. "Lunchbox." Is commented under anyone over 100 pounds. It puts a foul taste in Noah's mouth that makes him lock his phone and touch fucking grass every time. Tiktok clips of him go viral. So not only does a lot of America know him, most of it does, as well as other parts of the big wide world. It sucks. The studio won't let it die either. They sell merch of his face. Of his sweater vest with the inbuilt button-up. Of his face on a gay flag(which the fans use as confirmation in his sexuality after demanding so from him for months and getting no answer.(He isn't even gay.)) Of his last insult to Alejandro. And, really, who actually won that fight? Noah, bisexual gay icon, who signed away all his rights to merch pay-cut? Or the man and his million dollars that hasn't been seen or heard from in three months? With love and admiration comes hate. It's piling up more and more. And the more people blindly defend him the more people that come out with their "I'm going to be honest. I didn't care for Noah from Total Drama." And Noah can deal with hate. Honestly, he can deal with it better than he can with love and people genuinely liking him. But he's seen the pattern. He knows where this is going. He goes on a few interviews he never accepted before, gets a new phone number, deletes all his social media, applies to a new college with a student count of 2,000, and retires his red sweaters.

Fuck the internet.

- You'll never guess who he sees.

[witchywithwhiskey]

Hey! For the spring time drabbles I would love to see Lloyd Hansen (this moustach… I swear…) with smut no. 75. “you’ll cum as many times as i want, got it?”

ruining a perfect springtime date

pairing: boyfriend!lloyd hansen x female reader

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, oral sex (f receiving), piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, restraints, light bondage, light bdsm, dom/sub vibes, praise kink, pet names, possessive behavior, established relationship

word count: 1,300ish

a/n: thank you for sending in this prompt!!! Lloyd absolutely would say something like this, so it wasn't hard to come up with an idea for this little ficlet 😏 i hope you enjoy it!!! ♡♡

The forecast had called for a beautiful spring day—warm, but not too hot, and plenty of sunshine to make sure the constant breeze didn’t get too chilly. Excitement filled your heart like champagne bubbles as you eagerly bopped around your room, getting ready for the day.

Your boyfriend, Lloyd Hansen, had planned the perfect springtime date. He’d bought a few tickets for a spring garden where the two of you could ride around on bicycles together, taking in the gorgeous blooms and soaking up the sun. Then, he’d booked a reservation at a sweet little restaurant with the most beautiful outdoor patio, where you could eat outside and watch the sunset together.

You paused just as you were spritzing on perfume and smiled to yourself, thinking about asking Lloyd for his jacket at dinner because you’d conveniently forgotten a sweater. You could already imagine the warmth and comfort of being wrapped up in his jacket, and it only made you redouble your efforts to finish getting ready so your date could start.

Lloyd was waiting for you at the bottom of the stairs of the home you shared together, and you made yourself slow down so he could get the full effect of the effort you’d put into your date outfit and makeup. As slowly as you could manage with how excited you were, you flounced down the stairs, feeling your boyfriend’s gaze on your body.

You’d worn your favorite sundress in honor of your date, the cotton hugging all your curves perfectly to emphasize your body, while the hem was short enough to be flirty without showing too much thigh. It was sweet and a little sexy, and you thought Lloyd would love how good it made you look. Or so you thought. 

But as you watched your boyfriend’s face while you descended the stairs toward him, you saw his expression darken. By the time you stepped off the last stair, Lloyd’s face was positively stormy, his blue eyes dark as the sky during a spring rainstorm. 

Without a word, Lloyd prowled toward you and threw you over his shoulder, making you shriek in surprise. He started up the stairs, taking them two at a time as he carried you back to the bedroom you shared. When your sounds of surprise quieted, you realized he was muttering to himself.

“Look so fucking pretty in that sundress,” he grumbled to himself, his big hand gripping your soft thigh firmly so you couldn’t squirm off his shoulder. “How’m I supposed to keep my hands off you, huh?” he asked, but didn’t stop his muttering so you knew he didn’t expect an answer. “Woulda had to shoot every man that looked at you too long, woulda had to show them all you’re mine.”

Lloyd tossed you down on the king-size bed you shared, his mouth twisting in a snarl that had desire blooming deep in your core. His darkened eyes fell to your legs, where the hem of your dress had ridden up an indecent amount, his gaze staring at your thighs like he was greedy for them. But Lloyd held himself back.

Instead, he stood at the foot of the bed and slowly unbuckled his belt. 

“You’ve done it now, princess,” Lloyd growled, his gaze drifting up your body to your face. “You’re not moving from this bed until I’ve had my fill of you, do you hear me?” His expression was furious, but there was a heat in his gaze that had you melting for your man. “You’ll come as many times as I want, got it?” 

A part of you wanted to pout that Lloyd was ruining your perfect springtime date, but a much bigger part of you was eager for the punishment he had in mind. So you nodded, a breathy, “Yes, sir,” falling from your parted lips. 

Lloyd’s mouth curved into a smile and then he climbed on the bed, crawling up your body and gathering your hands above your head. Using his belt, Lloyd tied your hands to the headboard of the bed, checking with you to make sure the restraints weren’t too tight before he moved back down your body.

Your boyfriend settled between your thighs, pushing your legs wide so your sundress gathered around your waist. Without further preamble, Lloyd buried his face in your panty-covered core, breathing in so deeply, it made you squirm, desire leaking from your hole.

“Can smell how wet you are already, angel,” he groaned, his eyes flicking up and catching yours. Lloyd held your gaze while he ran the flat of his tongue over your pussy, teasing you through your panties. It was so hot, you squirmed, but Lloyd just grabbed your hips and pinned you to the bed, holding you still for him. “Patience, peanut, I’ll taste your sweet honey when I’m good and ready.”

A whine worked its way up your throat and spilled from your mouth as Lloyd continued to tease you, his smirk deepening while sweat gathered at your temples. When your hands tugged impatiently on the restraints, Lloyd chuckled against your pussy, his mustache teasing your clit through your panties and driving you wild.

Finally, when your panties were soaking wet from your desire and his tongue, Lloyd tore them from your body and dove into your cunt, eating you out like a starving man. 

That first time, your release came fast and hard, crashing over you like an unexpected wave that would’ve knocked you off your feet if you’d been standing. Pleasure the likes of which only Lloyd could give you swept through your body as you cried out for him, your thighs tightening around his head and body trembling through it all. 

But Lloyd was nowhere near done. Your boyfriend treated you to another release. Then another. Then another.

And another. 

He kept going until your mind was so blown with pleasure you could no longer keep track of how many times you’d come on Lloyd’s face, your juices gushing into your boyfriend’s mouth while he drank them down greedily, his mustache rapsing over your soft, sensitive skin. 

When Lloyd replaced his tongue with his fingers, he used his mouth to tell you how pretty you looked in your sundress—how fuckable you were, and how he needed to keep you all to himself when you looked so gorgeous. You were his and his alone and he needed to show you just what it meant to belong to him.

By the time Lloyd pushed his hard, weeping cock into your wet, swollen cunt, you were delirious and exhausted. But the feel of your boyfriend’s cock sinking into you made you moan wantonly and yank weakly on the belt still tied around your wrists. You wanted desperately to wrap your arms around Lloyd’s broad shoulders, but he wasn’t done yet.

Your boyfriend pounded into you until you came again, swallowing your mindless moans with his kisses. Then, finally, he released your hands from his belt. 

As quickly as he could, Lloyd divested both of you over your clothes, rubbing your aching shoulders and wrists, then slid back inside you. That time, he took you slow and sweet, rocking into your thoroughly used cunt and cradling your face in his hands while he told you how well you did for him. 

Lloyd murmured against your lips that you were his perfect good girl and, impossibly, you managed to give him one more release. You came at the same time as your boyfriend, the two of you clinging to one another as your bodies came together in the most intimate way.

As you let yourself succumb to exhaustion, you had to admit to yourself that Lloyd may have ruined your perfect springtime date, but he more than made up for it.

[shaunamilfman]

And Presents on the Tree

pairing: Lottie Matthews x reader summary: Christmas Drabble Christmas Masterlist

Lottie plops back down on the couch next to you with a big grin on her face, handing you your fifth cup of hot chocolate just that night. The sight of it was beginning to make you a little nauseous, but Lottie was so damn excited about it that you just reluctantly raised it to your lips to take a sip. You weren’t entirely sure why she had insisted on going home for Christmas when her parents weren’t even home in the first place.

She hosted a party where a bunch of her friends from high school came over, but even that only really needed a two-or-three day trip. Instead, you were here for almost a week doing nothing but watching Christmas movies and eating whatever junk food she could scrounge up. 

Still, it was better than the time she tried to make you dinner and almost burned her mansion down. The sight of her in the kitchen screeching as she flailed at the fire on the stove with a dish towel was enough to make the entire trip worth it. It’s surprising that she’s managed to live this long with how much of a mess she seems to be in the kitchen.

You stare absently as whatever Christmas movie Lottie had popped in the VCR, rubbing your thumb against the small designs on the outside of the porcelain cup. You weren’t sure which one it was at this point. They all kind of blurred together into bright lights, holiday cheer, and evil boyfriends from the city that didn’t know the magic of Christmas.

Lottie keeps sneaking glances at you, smiling whenever she catches you looking back at her. She’s been almost giddy this whole time, clinging to your side with your legs tangled together as movie after movie plays in the background. Her socked feet tap against yours in tune with whatever tune plays in the movie, her head bopping from side to side.

Every now and then she’d get a little distant, pulling away for a bit while clearly deep in thought. Finally, not able to stand watching it happening any more, you gently nudge her side. She glances over, cheeks flushed as she tries to give you another smile.

“What’s wrong?” You ask softly, your voice firm enough to know you’re not letting it slide this time but not enough to pressure her.

“Nothing,” she murmurs, glancing away. She clings to the mug in her hand, trying to find some sort of comfort from it. Lottie groans as she realizes you clearly don’t buy it.

“I’ve never had anyone to watch these movies with,” she confesses. “My parents were always away, so it was always just me trying to make the house seem less empty.”

Her words hang in the air, leaving a heavy silence surrounding you as the words sink in. There’s a look of regret on her face as she realizes the effect the words have had on the room, starting to sit up like she’s sure the night is over with.

“Hey,” you interrupt, grabbing lightly at her arm. “You’ve got me here now. I like watching these dumb little movies with you.” 

Her smile is still timid, but she seems relieved to have admitted it.

“You’re just saying that.”

“I wouldn’t dare,” you say dramatically, holding a hand over your heart. “Not when you still have so much popcorn left to throw at me.” She had no problems with pelting you with it whenever you started complaining too loudly about a plot hole in the movie.

She grins at that, holding a piece up threateningly before popping it in her mouth with a satisfying crunch.

[lovemadethemdoit]

Jake had warned him that this family gathering would be a shit show, and that he should have just let Jake come here alone.

Bradley had learned long ago that Jake can and will go through uncomfortable situations completely by himself and come out on the other side stronger than before.

But only because that‘s what he had always had to do.

Bradley simply won’t let him do it anymore.

So when one of Jake‘s aunts asks when he‘ll get over himself and marry a nice girl like God intended –while completely ignoring Bradley‘s presence at his side- Bradley keeps his facial features in check and takes a step closer to press his shoulder into Jake‘s, offering silent support.

Jake freezes for a moment before he leans into it and puts one of his disarming smiles on his face.

"Aunt Mary, have I introduced you to my boyfriend yet? This is Bradley."

Aunt Mary lifts her chin and raises a eyebrow, displeased by Jake‘s open defiance and being put on the spot by her nephew.

Bradley doesn‘t offer her his hand but his mother had raised him right, so he says "Nice to meet you, ma'am" as neutrally as he can manage, only to be further ignored.

Aunt Mary doesn’t find her Southern manners before Jake has shifted his glass to his other hand so he‘s free to take Bradley‘s into his, entwining their fingers between them.

She goes red in the face and Bradley keeps his face straight, although she reminds him of a cartoon character with her frilly hat about to lift off because of all the steam coming out of her ears.

She loses the stare-off and leaves in a huff, mumbling something about praying for Jake.

Jake rolls his eyes but Bradley doesn’t miss the way his Adam‘s apple bops.

"Always a fun time, seeing the family," Jake says brightly, looking over for the first time since Aunt Mary had stopped him with a hand on his arm.

He squeezes Bradley‘s hand. "Sorry 'bout that. Like I said, you should have just stayed home, Bradshaw."

Bradley starts moving his thumb and steps into Jake‘s space more, giving his boyfriend a moment to breathe and hide.

"Not happening. You okay?"

"I‘m good."

Bradley smiles.

He quickly considers leaning in for a kiss, his hand itching to cradle Jake‘s face, but he keeps it by his side.

He can feel the eyes on his neck and is happy to shield Jake from the disapproving stares for a moment.

"Too good to be true?"

Jake laughs a little, dipping his chin.

"You know it."

Bradley waits for him to look up again. He sees the bravado on Jake‘s face disappear for a moment, just between them. Just for Bradley.

"It’s okay if you‘re not, sweetheart," he reassures him, more quietly. "I got you."

"We got each other, babe."

Bradley smiles.

"We do."

Jake nods. "I‘m ready to get out of here," he confesses.

"Alright. Let‘s roll." He takes the glass from Jake and puts it on the next best surface, squeezes his hand and starts pulling him along.

He navigates their way through the throng of people and waves at Jake‘s sister and her husband, with Jake‘s niece bouncing on his arm, when they notice them leaving.

Jocelyn takes one look at her brother and nods them along. They’re invited over to their house for breakfast the next morning, before their flight out. They‘re the only two people here that Bradley likes, other than Jake‘s grandma.

They‘re in the parking lot before they know it and Bradley guides Jake to the passenger door.

Jake drove them to the church that morning, but Bradley‘d rather take them back to their hotel and give Jake a moment to decompress.

The fact that Jake doesn’t complain as Bradley opens the door for him is a little worrying, but when he gets into the driver‘s seat, Jake pulls him into a kiss over the middle console and Bradley thinks they‘re both gonna be fine.

He puts extra much love into the kiss though, just to make sure.

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I‘m also putting these drabbles here by the way. (You need to be logged in to see.)

[jupwrld]

okay okay i literally can’t get this idea out my head BUT a reader who does a lil dance when they really enjoy their food! and carmen just loves cooking for them because he can always tell how good it is by their dancing.

does that makes sense AHHH IDK🥲🫶🏾

A/N: This is a safe space for people who dance when they enjoy their food (me). Hope you enjoy, and thank you for the request! And remember: comments and reblogs make the world go round! <3

warnings: literally none it's just cutie (but if ur vegetarian sorry bc reader is fuckin' up some bone broth soup)

Carmen Berzatto x gn!reader

"Baby, can you taste this?" Carmy calls to you who's sitting at your usual spot on the kitchen counter, and he's already getting you a spoonful of a new soup recipe he's been working on. He blows gently on it as he makes his way over to you skillfully-- years of having a partner taste your food will do that to a man.

"And if I say no?" Slips off your tongue with a grin, and your lovers eyes flash to yours for a moment before they roll, drawing a brief spell of laughter from the both of you. "What is it, Carmy?"

"Remember that beef bone broth I was making the other day? Wanted to try stracciatella with that, wanna know what you think." He says, finally bringing the now cooled spoon to your lips. The moment the soup hits your tongue, you can't help but smile and shut your eyes. While you swallow, Carmy watches you patiently, awaiting the moment of truth.

And he has just the answer he's looking for as he watches your eyes shut, and you do that little dance he adores when you love what you're eating. Your head bops and your hips sway gently on the counter for a moment, a moment of which he always feels is too short lived.

"S'good?" He asks as your eyes flutter open and the bopping of your head changes into a nod, and your hips do more of a bounce than a sway.

"So good." Carmy knows that, he could tell from the moment you did your little dance-- but it always makes him feel good to hear you say it aloud. "Please tell me you made enough for the week."

"More than enough, sweetheart." Carmen says with a gentle kiss to your lips that you can't help but smile against. And he can't help but do the same as your hips that he holds in his hands tenderly begin to sway against his palms.

I had so much fun writing this! I'm working on the other requests as well, but PLEASE feel free to send in asks! Though they’ll probably be a little slow coming because I’m back in school for the semester. But a drabble is easier to write than fics, so I can get through those much faster :)