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[sweetestcaptainhughes]

93. “You didn’t just wake me up at 2am because you were ‘in the mood’.” ‼️ With Jack Hughes 😏

Thank you for requesting. 🫶🏻 this does seem very on brand for Jack

"You didn't just wake me up at 2 am because you were 'in the mood.'

Tossing and turning for hours, you always struggled sleeping when you knew Jack was actively traveling during his roadies. Something about knowing he was on a plane or a long bus ride kept you on edge until you got the text he got to where he was safe. So, not being asleep at 1 AM, you could easily blame it on that or maybe it was a little excitement knowing he was on the way home to you after a little over a week.

Somehow, even though you fully planned at this point to just stay awake until he got home, suddenly you're eyes were starting to get heavy and you started yawning. It felt like only a minute before you felt Jack crawling into bed.

"hi baby." he whispered knowing you were always a light sleeper and woke up every-time no matter how much your body needed sleep. He pulled you towards but somehow ended up on top of you, resting his weight on your body bringing that cozy feeling in the pit of your stomach spread.

"Hmm Jacky." you mumbled moving slightly to give him more access as he started kissing your check down to that spot on your neck, lightly nipping at you're collar bone. You felt yourself immidately react pulling him closer.

"missed you baby." he whispered in your ear before attacking ear and suddenly you were no longer floating between dreamland and being awake. Immediately, opening your eyes, turning your head to the little clock you kept on your bedside table. Shocked to find out you had only been asleep for about 30 minutes. Sighing and your voice heavy with sleep still, your eyebrows scrunched down in confusion, as you mumbled. "Jack whhyy are you on top of me?"

"I missed you is all." he mumbled, digging his face further into neck, softly rolling his hips, you could feel his fully hard dick as he sighed in relief.

"uhhh huh, yup you just missed me?"

"yup"

"So you didn't wake me at 2 am because you were 'in the mood'? Just cause you missed me?" you asked teasingly a small smile on your face.

"well if you're offering." he was quick to answer teasing your nipples through your thin shirt your nipples immediately hardening due to not wearing a bra.

You couldn't help but laugh at his response. "I wasn't offering." pulling him closer. "But I guess I can be a team player" you joke.

"I love you." as he sat up and removed his hoodie quickly.

"I know." you smiled up at him as he started pulling your shirt over your head.

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[the-traveling-poet]

𝒟𝓇𝒶𝒷𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓃𝑔𝑒 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟧 // 𝒟𝒶𝓎 𝒪𝓃𝑒 ~ “𝒞𝒶𝓇𝓇𝒾𝒶𝑔𝑒”

Levi Ackerman x F!Reader

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( A/N: ) Ack I’m so excited to do this again! For prompt no.1, I’ve decided to take a lil (slightly edited, from ch.2) snippet from my ongoing Levi x F!reader fic “What Shitty Luck”. Go check out @thedrabblecollective to keep up with everyone’s entrees and follow along yourselves!

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“I saw the way you watched her,” Erwin suddenly spoke up, his gaze focused elsewhere out the carriage window as he spoke.

Feigning ignorance, Levi huffed. “Watched who?”

“Don’t play dumb, Levi. You’re not so good at that as you are dealing out sarcasm.”

“I wasn’t watching Y/N any sort of way.” Levi defended, having the gall to even look offended.

“Ah, but I didn’t say her name, did I? I could have been referring to the woman standing in the lobby when we left.”

Erwin chuckled, briefly meeting his eye before Levi quickly looked away with a scowl.

[wordsfromthymouth]

things learnt

‪ ❤︎‬ pairing: byakuya kuchiki x f reader : readers physical description is not specified

𓇬 drabble challenge, 100 words. prompt: “so that’s what you’re into!” 𓇬

warnings: 18+ smut (kids don’t read this shit) praise. word count: 100

"Ah, so, that's what you like." Byakuya's voice was calm, with the tiniest hint of amusement, and at your expense, no less.

You were lying on your back, breathless and shaking. His eyes fell to where his cock sat buried in your still-pulsing cunt; the evidence of your explosive orgasm was dripping all over his abdomen and thighs.

Your face and ears burned with embarrassment at his words, and Byakuya chuckled dryly. A rare sound to hear.

"Do you want me to say it again?" He asked as he leaned in closer. You looked up shyly and nodded.

"Good girl."

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[houseofcrying]

Drabble Challenge 2025 ~ Day 11 "Credit"

Levi Ackerman x Reader

cw: sfw, femare reader

A/N: a little bit late but here's day 11!!

drabble challenge by: @thedrabblecollective

divider by: @saradika-graphics

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“We gotta give Levi some credit” Hange told the group sitting with them on the table, a few feet away from their friend, “he’s trying his best, at least”.

They watched as Levi talked to the scout, mentioning something with the usual stoic expression he had on his face.

“You think he’ll accidentally insult her and fuck it up?” asked Miche.

“Definitely” replied Erwin and Hange at the same time.

But when they turned to look at them again, they were surprised. For they saw how her cheeks turned a rose color as she smiled at him.

“I’ll be damned.”

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

swift revenge

Summary: Taking out a threat of a big group of raiders one of Jackson Patrol groups had spotted the day before, leaves Joel finding someone form his past he thought had been dead for over twenty years.

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem. reader

Wordcount: 3.2k

Rating: M

Warnings: post outbreak, raiders, holding people in cages, sexual trafficking, implied sexual abuse, angst, dark themes, reunion, protective Joel, feral Joel taking immediate revenge when he finds out what had been done to reader, reader is Joel's pre outbreak fiancé, blood, little bit of gore

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"Who did this to you" Drabbles

There were many, many things he could be doing right now. 

He could be at home. He could be sitting in front of his fire place, in the warmth, reading a book or enjoying a glass of shitty whiskey. 

He could try to talk to Ellie again, maybe talk her into playing the guitar with him again. 

Hell, he’d rather be working in the kitchens, enduring the trash talk of the kitchen staff, than riding through this fucking snow storm with a group of the patrol men and women, riding towards the outer parts to a small town where another patrol group had spotted raiders the day before. 

He knew that if they had been sent out through this weather, these raiders must be a real threat. 

And while he knew he was one of the most trusted and capable patrol group members, he was getting tired. 

The last two years in Jackson had made him grew comfortable. Maybe even a little lazy at times. He wasn’t getting any younger.

Sometimes he wondered how his life would be right now, if the outbreak hadn’t happened.

If he would still be living in his house in Austin. Maybe he would have got into Sarah’s pleas and put a pool in the backyard. 

Maybe his baby girl would have found someone and gotten married. Hell, maybe he’d be a grandpa by now. 

And you… maybe he would have gotten to marry you. Make a home with you. Have another kid or two….

He shook his head, his eyes blinking back into reality. 

„Approach with caution. Will and Emma spotted at least six people before they retreated. They chose the big school that we cleared some months ago as their shelter. There might be more people inside. We gonna meet up with the second patrol group in the woods behind the school and then decide how we carry on,“ Tommy instructed the group of eight people Joel was part of. 

Joel took a deep breath before he rode forwards, next to his brother. 

„How bad do you think it is?“ He asked, hearing Tommy sigh. 

„William said they saw how three men dragged a woman from inside and… you can imagine. Dunno what else is waiting inside. I don’t like it. But they got to close to Jackson. Gotta take care of them,“ he said. 

„Think we could get into the school through the barricaded basement?“ Joel asked, hearing Tommy hum. 

„Possibly. Let’s check in with the other group. They have been watching them for the last four hours,“ Tommy said. Joel nodded. 

„Hey uh… You okay? You seem… dunno quieter today,“ Tommy said, looking up at Joel from where he was riding next to him. 

Joel released a long breath.

„It’s her birthday today,“ he said quietly and Tommy raised his eyebrows before a sad smile came to his lips. 

„You gonna be okay?“ Tommy asked and Joel gave him a half smile. 

„Don’t have another choice, huh?“ He shrugged and Tommy pressed his lips together in a tight smile. 

„We should get a drink after. To celebrate her,“ Tommy said. 

Joel nodded. 

„I’d like that.“

There were definitely more than six people inside this school. Thankfully the basement entrance had still been barricaded, so they could enter the school quietly without alerting anyone inside.

But what they encountered once they made their way upstairs was unlike he had ever seen.

These people must have been here for a while.

And they were monsters. 

Cages were set up, women chained inside, with only either their head or their legs sticking out and Joel could only imagine what these monsters had been doing to them. 

He was still trying to form a plan when the first shot rang out. 

The following minutes where a blur. He had lost count of the amount of men he had killed as he made his way towards the other side of the room, still keeping an eye on the patrol group and his brother who was right beside him, taking the threats out until only three of the raiders were left, now tied up to a pole close to the staircase, William, one of the first patrol men, keeping an eye on them, gun pointed at them. 

Joel closed his eyes, his gun still in his hand as he searched for his brother who was already walking towards him. 

„How many?“ Joel asked. 

„Counted around 20 including the three that are still alive,“ he said, bending down to clean his knife from blood using the shirt of one of the dead men laying on the ground. 

Joel sighed. 

„I don’t like this,“ he said.

„Me neither. Might need some help with getting some answers out of the rest. Wanna know if there are more and how they found this place,“ Tommy said and Joel nodded. 

„What about…?“ Joel gestured around them, counting six cages. He hadn’t looked closer at who was inside. 

Tommy rubbed his fingers over his nose in deep thought. 

„Offer them to join Jackson. Don’t think they gonna trust us though. Can only imagine what these monsters put them through. Might need to send for some women from Jackson. We only have Emma here to talk to them and you know they probably do not trust men. I wouldn’t either,“ Tommy said.

Joel sighed, letting his gaze drift through the room that must have been the cafeteria before the outbreak. 

He would never understand just how much the outbreak changed people. Or more like… let them live their true self without having to think of the aftermath of their actions. 

„We gonna search the rooms on this level first and the rest of the building for more people and then I’m gonna send three people back to Jackson to get some more people and horses over here,“ Tommy said and Joel nodded. Tommy gave him a tired smile before he turned away from him and walked towards some patrol member to instruct them about what to do

Joel walked towards the first dead person laying on the ground, searching through his clothes. He hated this part, but it was important. More than once the stuff people had on them had given him clues to other threats that were around.

He was checking the third person when he heard Tommy call out for him. 

Joel grabbed the ammo he had found and walked towards his brother who was standing at one of the more closed caged. They were build rather amateurish with some wood and some barbed wire on the top. He tried to school his face into a neutral one when he approached, pointedly ignoring the filthy line of what could only be dried cum dripping down what looked like a improvised flap in the door, next to where Tommy was standing in the opened door to the cage. 

Tommy looked at Joel with an expression he had never seen before. Fear, surprise, pity?

„What’s going on?“ Joel asked and he saw Tommy send two of the patrol men away who had been standing next to him. 

Joel joined Tommy at the opened door, Tommy’s lips opening and closing without any words coming out before he finally just nodded his head towards the cage where Joel could see a woman sit in the corner, her back towards them. 

She was hiding, making herself as small as possible.

Her hair was long and matted, laying over her shoulder, almost reaching down to the ground.

„Tommy…“ Joel began, wanting to ask what the fuck was going on when the woman turned her head towards them, bright wide eyes looking directly at them.

It was like his body knew, before his brain did. 

His heart rate going up, his hands clenching into fists. His breathing quickened and he only realised he had lost his balance when he felt Tommy’s arm behind his back, holding him up.

He knew those eyes. 

He saw them in his dreams during good nights when he woke up in his old home, in his old bed, in her arms.

He saw them in his nightmares during bad nights when he imagined the million ways she had possibly died. 

He whispered your name and could see your head tilting, your eyes still on him. He didn’t know how long you just stared at each other before something in your face changed, your bottom lip trembling.

„Joel?“

Through the fog inside your brain, it took a while to realise that the man standing in the opened door of what had been your prison for weeks (or months) was not your in your imagination. 

He looked older, and for a small moment you were angry that even after more than twenty years and a whole fucking apocalypse Joel Miller still looked like he stepped straight out of a wet dream. 

You hugged yourself tighter, still cowering in the corner furthest from the door, your feelings overwhelming you. 

You mourned him. 

All this time you had mourned him.

You had been at his parents ranch near Nashville to prepare the birthday party of his mother the following week, Joel, Sarah and Tommy due to arrive the day after Joel’s birthday.

Never in your wildest dreams did you imagine waking up during the night having to kill both your future mother and father in law, both of them infected. 

For days after you were in shock, hiding in the old bunker under the barn, thankful for Joel’s dad being a little bit of a prepper.

You eventually, after waiting for weeks, made your way to a QZ, not knowing that only days after Joel would have made his way to his childhood home in the hope of finding you. 

You learned quickly that the QZ was your personal hell and you took the first real chance of something better to get out. 

And life was good for a while after that. You joined a community near Denver. You even made your way back to Austin, spending more time than you probably should have searching for even the smallest sign that Joel and Sarah had survived. But you found your old home abandoned. The cabinets picked over.

You had locked yourself into your old bedroom, allowing yourself to cry over the things you lost, before you took some pieces to take with you. 

One of Joel’s shirts and his aftershave that was still halfway full.

A picture of you, Joel and Sarah that had been taken on the day he had asked you to marry him. 

Once you got back to the community life moved on. 

But your luck had to run out sooner or later and after you community fell, you had been taken hostage and deemed to be left alive to… entertain the raiders who had burned down your home. 

You didn’t even know how long you had been with them. 

You didn’t know how long it had been since they had taken you. It could be months or years. 

You grew numb after a while. It was the only way to endure their abuse on your mind and body. 

The only way to survive was to flee into your imagination. 

And Joel was always there. 

You jumped when he took a step forward, his hands outstretched in a calming manner.

„Joel?“ You whispered again, tears filling your eyes. 

„It’s me Darlin’. Can I come over to you?“ He asked, and hearing his voice made the first tears escape. 

You slowly shook your head and he stopped, looking at you with concern. 

„I’m… Are you really here?“ You whispered. You could see him gulp, his eyes closing for a moment before he nodded. 

„I’m here. I’m really here. I…“ he shook his head, looking around before he looked back at you and slowly took his coat off. 

„It’s cold and you’re…. Can I put this on you?“ He asked, holding out his coat. 

You shook your head. 

„I’m filthy and I… You don’t…“ you were overwhelmed, not knowing what to do. 

„I don’t care about that Darlin’. I just want you to be comf…. I don’t want you to be cold,“ he said, approaching you slowly, like he would a frightened deer. As if you would jump away if he moved to quickly. 

„Okay,“ you whispered and he let out a relieved breath before he got closer to you.

„Let me help you,“ he whispered and you took a deep breath, closing your eyes as you turned towards him, your muscles spasming as you moved them, letting him slowly help you into his coat. You heard his sharp inhale the moment he saw what they did to you, the many many scars covering your whole chest, your whole body really, his breath stuttering for a moment before he slowly zipped up his coat and you couldn’t stop yourself as you let yourself fall against his chest. His arms pulling you against him immediately. 

You cried against his chest until you had no more tears left. 

When you finally looked up at him he was already looking at you.

Those big brown eyes you had fallen in love with looking at you with concern and wonder.

He reached out slowly, giving you time to turn away before his fingers slowly brushed over your cheek, the palm of his hand slowly coming to rest against your cheek and you leaned into his touch. 

„Sweetheart,“ he whispered and you closed your eyes. 

„Who did this to you?“ He asked and you released a shaky breath, opening your eyes again. 

„Who… Who hurt you like that? Who…. Who did this to you? Please tell me,“ he was almost begging, and you could see how he was restraining himself to keep calm. There was something lingering in his eyes that should scare you, but instead you found comfort in it. 

„Everyone. They all…“ you stopped yourself, one of your hands coming up to press against your chest, a move that you used to calm yourself down. 

You felt something drop down on your hand, looking up to find a tear drip down Joel’s cheek. 

„Tommy,“ he said and you were confused for a moment before someone else walked into your cell, and there was Tommy Miller, who you had not realised had been there before.

„Hi,“ he smiled warmly at you and you awkwardly smiled back, not having used these muscles in a long time. 

„Tommy is gonna stay with you,“ Joel said and you looked at Joel with wide eyes, your fingers digging into his arms, not wanting him to leave. 

„No… No… No you need to stay…. I need you to….“ You panicked. 

„Shhh…. Sweetheart. I’ll be right back. I just need…. I just need to punch one of these people in the face before I….“ You could feel him shaking beneath you in barely contained fury. 

„Joel,“ you whispered, and he finally looked at you. 

„Can you…. Can you take me away form here?“ You asked, voice quiet, barely above a whisper.

He took a deep calming breath before he looked at Tommy. 

„I’m okay to go back home?“ He asked. Tommy nodded. 

„Okay. Okay….“ He said, more to himself before he looked back at you. 

„I’m gonna take you home,“ he said.

When you slowly made your way towards the exit he picked two blankets, pulling them around your shoulders. You looked around the room, finding so many of the men who had made your life a living hell for so long lying dead on the floor. 

But it were the very alive bright blue eyes of one of the men, Gabriel, who had loved to use his knife on you most, that were looking at you that made you shrink back against Joel, your steps faltering. 

„Ah I see how it is. Kill all of my men and then steal the tightest pussy right under my nose. Fucking assholes,“ he spat and you turned away from him, hiding against Joel.

„Tommy,“ he hissed under his breath and you found yourself in the other mans arms the next moment. You looked after Joel, internally already panicking about seeing him walk away from you, before he picked up one of the axes that had been used for firewood. 

„So you just pick up women and rape them because you feel like it huh?“ Joel asked as he walked towards him. 

„I mean Yeah,“ Gabriel shrugged.

Joel nodded, coming to a stop right in front of him. 

„And I’m gonna continue to fucking do it once I get out of here,“ he said and Joel chuckled.

„You think you’re getting out of here? Really?“ Joel asked, the handle of the axe now resting on top of his shoulder. 

„Had worse odds. Some of our guys are still out, scavenging. They gonna be back and then we gonna kill you. And then we gonna get to your little community and take over…“ he said, confidence pouring out of every pore of this disgustingly excuse of a human. 

„Oh yeah? What makes you think we haven’t killed all 27 of them already?“ Joel asked and Gabriel’s smile slowly disappeared. 

„Huh? Not so sure you gonna get out of here now? You think we’re amateurs? The rest of your men are right outside. Dead,“ Joel mocked.

„Please I….“

„Tell you what. I’ll let you go,“ Joel said and you stilled. You could still feel Tommy with his arm around you, keeping you close.

Gabriel didn’t say anything, just looking up at Joel. 

„Under one condition though,“ Joel’s lips twitched into a frightening smile. 

„What is it?“ Gabriel asked and Joel called for another man, whispering something in his ear, the other man nodding. 

„You really should look away now,“ Tommy said to you and you looked up at him. 

„Why?“ You asked. Tommy only shook his head but you looked back to Joel anyway just in time when Gabriel started yelling. 

The man Joel had whispered to was pulling at Gabriels pants until he was naked from the waist down. Two other men came and grabbed Gabriel who was now screaming. They pulled him up, carrying him over to a table where he then stood against it, Joel following them, the axe now swinging and you slowly connected the dots of what was about to happen. 

„I’m letting you go,“ Joel said, before he brought the axe down, Gabriel’s bloodcurdling scream filling the room that let you hide against Tommy, taking deep breaths against him. 

Everything that happened after was a blur, but the next thing you could remember was that you were on top of a horse, Joel holding you against him, your body tucked into the blankets against his chest.

„Thank you,“ you whispered, feeling his arms tighten around you, his lips finding your temple.

„Always,“ he whispered.

[mediumgayitalian]

Pllplease do 100 it has so much funny potential

100. “You can only suffer through my whining for so long until you get up and make me a sandwich.”

"You can only suffer through my whining for so long until you get up and make me a sandwich."

Will hums, slowly turning the page of his comic. "You'll find it's quite the length of time, actually."

Nico groans. Will smiles, and he groans louder; he will try, Will can give him that much. He is very good at pouting big brown eyes and sticking out his bottom lip and generally playing the part of pitiful.

But he is a dumbass.

And Will has no sympathy for him.

"You're evil," says Nico, falling dramatically back on his cot. He moves to quickly and jostles his injury, wincing. He peers over thinking this will move Will's stone heart. In fact, it does a wonderful job reminding Will just how much of a pain in the ass it was to heal him, and just how much he does not care to make the dumbass a sandwich.

"You'll live," says Will idly. "It'll take you three weeks to starve."

"Three weeks!" groans Nico. He looks imploringly to a passer-by, who happens to be Gracie -- she only giggles. "Your brother is trying to starve me to death!"

"You deserve it," says Gracie, and Will reaches his hand down for a high-five. She indulges, giggling harder and Nico's fake pained moaning.

"Abandoned," he says, wrist pressed delicately to his forehead, "abandoned, to die..."

"You're not actually going to let him starve, right," his little sister whispers, soft for the boy who brings her treats back from his errands.

Will catches her eyes and winks, grinning. "Maybe just a little."

[kryptoniteforsale]

Drabble Challenge

SMUT 🔞 MDNI

Prompt: "What? Right now?" from @bleachsmutfest's Drabble Prompts

Grunts, slurps, moans and groans.

Grimmjow’s face is buried deep between hot, sticky thighs, tongue dragging slow.

He pulls back with a wet smack, then presses his hips into theirs, revelling in the sound of his name.

“Griiimmm…”

“Grimmjow.”

Ulquiorra’s deadpan voice cuts in, jarring him from his mission, “Lord Aizen wants to see you.”

Grimmjow freezes. “What?! Now?!”

If he didn’t look feral before, he sure as hell does now. Teeth bared, murderous eyes and a vein popping in his forehead…

“Yes.” Ulquiorra deadpans again. And continues to stand there, frustrating Grimmjow more and more with every silent second.

Day 3 of @bleachsmutfest

[whitefoxfiction]

SmutFest day 3: Drabble Challenge!

Drabbles really are a challenge for me, but I enjoyed writing these, and I hope you enjoy reading them! I did something a bit unusual for my prompts. I made numbered lists of things to include in my drabble. For these NSFW drabbles, it was a location, position, and a "type" of sex or kink (e.g. rough, sleepy, public). Then, I drew numbers to come up with the combinations! I have 4 for the event, but more planned for the future! cw: nothing too heavy, a boob smack and semi-public locations, and hints of overstimulation if you squint really hard.

@bleachsmutfest day 3 prompt: rough sex in a mating press at the gym Modern AU: fitness coach Renji (100 words)

You’d planned on training flexibility today, but you did NOT think being folded into a mating press on a yoga mat was how that was going to happen. Your fitness coach, Renji, was mercilessly pounding your sopping cunt, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing through the empty gym with each bruising thrust as he made you take every inch. His tip bullied your cervix with every snap of his hips, and he wrenched a ragged moan from your throat when his hand came down hard on your bouncing tits. Renji grinned. “That’s it babe. No pain, no gain.”

prompt: a standing "mile high" grudge fuck Modern AU: office coworker Grimmjow (100 words)

Your breath came in sharp gasps, partly from the airplane lavatory doorknob being jammed into your ribs, and partly because your obnoxious coworker, Grimmjow, was currently giving you the dicking down of a lifetime. You couldn’t remember who’d started the petty office sabotage first, but that hardly mattered when you were standing tiptoe ballerina style while he stretched you around the biggest cock you’d ever had in your needy hole, all while putting mind numbing friction on your clit with his glorious body. If this is what stealing his stapler got you, maybe you’d try stealing his coffee cup next.

prompt: desk sex in the captain's office, standing doggy style Captain Rose DOUBLE DRABBLE (200 words)

Reports and manuscript papers littered the floor of Rose’s office, more drifting down each time your thighs bumped the edge of his desk. The wood quivered beneath you while you gripped the edge, knuckles turning white as your captain fucked you senseless from behind. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your hips for purchase as your pussy greedily swallowed his cock, your moans in time with the percussive slap of his hips meeting your ass cheeks. One of Rose’s hands strayed from your hips, dexterous digits brushing your belly before slipping between your slick folds to circle your clit. His other hand caressed the length of your spine until long fingers were tangled in your hair, tugging your head back firmly and making your back arch in a way that pulled a stuttering groan from his lips. Yet ever patient, his hips rocked steadily, like a metronome needle, no matter how much you squirmed, slowly building your pleasure until you were clenching around him with a full body shudder, moaning his name like a beautiful melody. “You always sing so beautifully for me, Darling,” Rose whispered, kissing your shoulder. “Catch your breath quickly. The show must go on.”

prompt: playful shower sex, up against the wall Modern AU: Long-haired boyfriend Shinji TRIPLE DRABBLE (300 words)

“Hey, Doll… Come ‘ere and help me wash my hair, would ya?” Your boyfriend’s voice floated out of the bath on a cloud of steam. “Shinji, why don’t you just come out and say you wanna bend me over in the shower?” you retorted dryly. “Aww, come on, Doll. No bendin’ ya over this time. I promise.” Shinji said, appearing in the doorway, stark naked and completely shameless. You rolled your eyes but got up anyway, grinning at his lovable idiocy.

As you stood behind Shinji rinsing his hair, you had to admit that getting your fingers in those long, silky strands worked almost as good as foreplay. Predictably, his hands were all over you as soon as the soap was out. Oh, you weren’t complaining, but you did sigh dramatically just to needle him a bit before bending towards the wall. “Oi! I said no bendin’ ya over, remember?” “Wait!” You whipped around to face him. Was he really going to leave you hanging over your earlier jibe?

Without warning, Shinji scooped you up under the thighs and pinned your back to the tile wall.

“Better hang on, Doll,” he whispered, nipping your earlobe before before sinking his cock into your slick heat in one smooth motion. He bounced you up the wall with each hard thrust, the slight curve of his cock letting him hit that spot that made you see stars on repeat. It wasn’t long before your nails were digging into his shoulder as you clamped down on his length with a ragged moan, walls pulsing with your intense release. After letting you catch your breath, he gently sat you on your feet, giving you an obnoxiously loud kiss. Then, he spun you around and put your palms flat on the wall. “Sorry, Doll. I lied.”

[treatmelikeasmut]

Day 1 - Carriage

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PAIRING: Viktor x Fem!Reader [Victorian AU]

CW: Implied Victorian era sexism (??)

WORD COUNT: 100

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm participating in the May Drabble Challenge, hosted by @thedrabblecollective! Today is the first day, and I'm going to try and participate all 30 days!

~*~*~

The countryside was quiet this time of night, the hills slid silently through the inky darkness. Beyond the swaying carriage came only the sound of crickets and the horses' hooves on the path. You leaned your head against Viktor’s shoulder, watching the world go by.

“I thought marriage would feel…different,” you told him.

“It is just a slip of paper,” Viktor replied, plainly. “Now we may live in the same house and occupy the same bed without arousing suspicion.”

You chuckled softly. “That did raise many eyebrows in the neighborhood. But your roommate advert never excluded women, after all.

[sweetestcaptainhughes]

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“The skirt is supposed to be this short.”

Tonight you were going out with some of your coworkers for a happy hour but it always turned into a crazy night. Jack didn’t have a game or anything to do today so he decided to lay on the bed while you got ready. Walking out of your master bathroom, your makeup and hair done. Walking over to the outfit you laid out earlier for tonight. A simple black skater skirt and a lacy navy bralette. Jack was busy scrolling through Instagram on his phone he didn’t notice you adjusting your bralette in the mirror, or you putting on some gold jewelry. Jack always said gold was your color, he said it made you look hot espically the thick gold chain he got you for your birthday a few months ago to replace the cheap one from target he broke by pulling too hard one night.

“Okay how do I look?” you asked, casually doing a little twirl to show your boyfriend.

“Fuck your beautiful” he whispered, you’re not even sure if you were meant to hear it. Either way his words still left a pink blush on your cheeks.

“T’ank you” you mumbled shyly. Before you could ask him what shoes he thought looked better with your outfit. He let his eyes rank your body again and then again as if it was a double take to make sure his eyes weren’t lying to him.

“Baby, your skirt suppose to be that high up.”

“Yeah, the skirt is suppose to be this short.” You answer, Jack starts slowly approaching you and suddenly you’re looking at yourself in the mirror debating your outfit for tonight. “Why does it not look good?” Your voice skeptical as if you no longer were confident. Suddenly Jacks behind you now, his hands resting on your exposed upper thighs, barely pushing the skirt up.

“No you look fucking beautiful baby. But I’m not letting you leave in that.”

“Jack” you sigh.

“Not unless you let me come with you cause you know I don’t trust others.” He argues.

All you do is look at him through the mirror. Both of you are in a silent argument but neither of you are speaking just your eyes are. You are begging for him to trust you and he telling you no fucking way.

“Baby you know I’d choose the bear for our hypothetical daughter to be in the woods with not a man. What makes you think I’d let you be in a bar, looking this fucking hot, with a skirt that barely covers your ass with drunk men? Fuck no” he reasons but your mind is lost on the fact he even knows about that trend from months ago on TikTok.

“Jacky how do you know about that trend?” Not even bothering addressing the skirt or going out anymore. Your mind now stuck on how your precious boyfriend who didn’t wanna watch Barbie or Oppenheimer when they came out this summer. Or the fact he didn’t know the “how often do you think about the Roman Empire?” trend know about the “who would you feel safer in the woods with?”

“I have social media Y/N I just play dumb because it’s more interesting and the interns are less likely to bother me if I don’t give them good content.” He admits. “But my point still stands you are either changing or im coming with you.”

“Fine. I’ll change.” You sigh sulking back to your closet.

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Content ~ Levi Ackerman x gn!reader. SFW.

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“Thank you, sweetheart.”

You froze with your hand hovering over the fresh cup of tea you’d just sat on his desk, the steam warming and moistening your palm.

“‘Sweetheart?’ Since when do you call me nicknames?”

“‘Sweetheart’ isn’t a nickname, it’s a term of endearment. N/n is your nickname, Y/n,” Levi looked up from his stack of folders to meet your widened gaze with a raised brow.

“Keep looking at me like that and I’ll never say it again.”

“No! No, ‘sweetheart’ is nice!” You bashfully grinned, bending at the waist to peck his cheek lovingly.

[jyae23]

Drabble Challenge May 2025 | Day 12 hosted by @thedrabblecollective

SIMON: Scones

I have a list of how much sour cherry scones everything's worth:

Magic—eleven scones.

Penny—ten scones.

The Mage—nine scones.

Agatha—five scones. It used to be eight, but after her and Baz…

Baz—zero scones or—you know what? Negative scones. Negative eight scones for each week he’s bloody gone. 

Does it even matter how many scones Baz cost if he's not here?

He promised to make my life miserable. 

We're supposed to go on eighth year sneering and grimacing at each other and then have this big battle at the end.

He promised me. 

Baz promised.

[houseofcrying]

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Levi Ackerman x Reader

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It was subtle at first.

People started noticing how Levi seemed to enjoy her company the most. How he started being more at ease when she was around. How he wasn’t as tense or as rough around the edges as he usually was.

At some point, they even started going to her when they wanted to ask him a favor, knowing that if she couldn’t convince him, no one else could. And when he got mad, they'd find her, knowing that only she could calm his temper.

It was obvious, in the end, how important she had become to him.

[berryispunk]

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todays prompt: Carriage

“A carriage? Seriously? For a music video?” “Yup.” Frankie shook his head. Ridiculous. But if management wanted it, they got it. Fame had turned them into marionettes, dancing on cue. The freedom they once had?   Gone. But the money spoke louder than pride. “Frankie, man. C’mon,” Santiago said, clapping his shoulder. “Stop sulking and get in.” He rolled his eyes but climbed aboard. The whole shoot felt like wasted time—another hollow performance in a long, glittering line. No matter how busy he stayed, she lingered. Always just under the surface. Even if he never said her name out loud. Firefly. 

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