#drabble collection

[amethystarachnid]

Omg thanks so much for opening the requests again!!💛 (and sorry for dumping my long ass requests girl😭) How have you been?

please give us an innocent & shy y/n and flirty-drunk-jealous tony drabble pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee TQ!

SHY READER & FLIRTY TONY STARK - a Drabble

(you'll find the others drunk/jealous in this post but scroll down, I wanted to try something new and divided it in parts)

Tony Stark notices you the moment you step into the lab—mostly because you trip over your own feet. Smooth.

“New intern or did Fury finally send a spy who isn’t obvious?” He grins, leaning against his desk. You turn red. Mission: Speak. Failed.

You mutter something about coffee runs. He tilts his head. “Uh-uh. Try again, Casper. Louder, for the people in the back.”

“I—I’m here to—to assist,” you squeak. Tony gasps, clutching his arc reactor. “A shy scientist? Illegal. I’m calling SHIELD.”

He nicknames you “Bambi” after you bolt out of the room the first time he winks. (”Like the deer. All wide-eyed and skittish. Adorable.”)

He “accidentally” sends DUM-E to bring you tools—every five minutes. You swear the bot winks at you. (Traitor.)

“Friday, play Careless Whisper,” Tony announces when you drop a wrench. You groan. “I hate it here.” He grins. “No, you don’t.” (…Damn it.)

One day, you snap. “If you’re this annoying, how does anyone like you?” Tony beams. “There’s the fire! Knew it was in there.”

You sigh. He winks. This might be a problem. (…Or the start of something very fun.)

SHY READER & DRUNK TONY STARK

Tony stumbles into the penthouse, tie loose, cheeks flushed. You blink from the couch. Oh no.

“There’s my favorite person,” he slurs, pointing dramatically. “You. Yes, you. The cute one. With the face.”

You sigh. “How much did you drink?” He gasps, offended. “Rude. I’m perfectly sober.” (He is not.)

He flops onto the couch, head in your lap. “You’re so soft. Like a… a cloud. A shy, blushing cloud.” You cover your face. Why me.

“Tony, you’re heavy—” “And you’re beautiful,” he interrupts, poking your nose. “Boop.”

He tries to whisper but it’s loud. “Hey. Hey. Wanna know a secret? I like you. Like, like like.” You groan. “We’re dating.”

“Exactly,” he says, as if this is groundbreaking. “Best decision ever. High five.” (He misses your hand entirely.)

You try to get up. He whines, clinging to your arm. “Nooo, don’t leave. What if I wither without you?” (Drama queen.)

“You need water,” you mutter. He grins. “I need you.” Pause. “…But water’s cool too, I guess.”

SHY READER & JEALOUS TONY STARK

You’re laughing at something Steve said—just Steve, harmless, platonic Steve—but Tony’s grip on his drink tightens. Uh-oh.

“Wow, Rogers. You really needed her to explain the WiFi password?” Tony’s grin is sharp. “Or were you just fishing for conversation?”

Steve blinks. You kick Tony under the table. He fake-gasps. “Violence? From you? I’m wounded.” (He’s smirking.)

When Bucky dares to hug you, Tony loses it. “Barnes. Hands to yourself or I’m donating that arm to science.”

“Why are you texting Steve?” Tony demands. “He asked for cookie recipes.” “…Captain America bakes now?”

You’re late. Tony paces. “Maybe she’s with Bruce—he’s all ‘calm’ and ‘listens’—ugh.” (Bruce, from the couch: “I’m right here.”)

A paparazzi photo surfaces of you smiling at Thor. Tony prints it out, circles it in red. “Explain.” “He told a joke.” “I tell jokes!”

You catch him Googling “how to be more charming than Norse gods”. (Spoiler: He already is.)

Finally, you kiss his pout away. “Relax. You’re the only Stark I want.” He smirks. “Better be.” (Mission: Secure the Girl—complete.)

[angelickks]

02. OFF TO THE RACES - Harry Castillo

▶︎ •၊၊||၊“My old man is a bad man, but I can’t deny the way he holds my hand…” He pays for dinner, your shoes, and the bruise on your thigh.

𝑷𝑹𝑬𝑽. ᯓ 𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑼𝑬 ☰ 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝑹𝑼𝑰𝑵 𝑴𝑬 • pedro pascal mlist!

warning(s). nsfw. mdni! 18+. sugar daddy x sugar baby!reader. age gap implied but not specified. possessive behavior. rough sex. dom!harry. mild degradation. praise kink. luxury kink/wealth n status dynamics. p in v. creampie. semi-bondage (belt). brat taming/bratty!reader. marking (biting/bruising). purely off his vibes obvi. oral implied (f and m receiving). (gif not mine)

pairing sugar daddy!harry castillo x sugarbaby!fem!reader

HE SAYS HE'S TOO OLD FOR YOU. He says it often.

Usually done with your legs over his shoulders and your lipstick smeared across the expensive sheets he insists you don’t touch with makeup on.

But he’s the one who likes the mess.

"Let them look, baby," he murmurs into the shell of your ear, hand at the small of your back as he walks you into the restaurant, four-thousand dollar heels softly clicking against the marble with a measured elegance.

"They all want to be you. Or me."

He orders for you, always. Your order and tastes he memorizes, always paired with a wine or drink you can’t pronounce.

You pout, but it’s performative now.

He knows you like it. You like being taken care of. Owned a little. Paid for in silk and scent and the tight grip of his hand around the back of your neck when you talk back in public.

Later, in the backseat of an undeniably expensive car, he shifts your panties to the side and slides two fingers into you like he’s claiming what he already owns.

"Be sweet for me," he says, voice low and dangerous against your neck.

You whimper around his fingers. You try. But you can't help yourself, who would you be if you didn't give him a little bit of hell in pursuit of his pleasure?

"Make me."

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He doesn’t let you come. Not yet. Not until he’s got you spread out on Egyptian cotton, wrists bound above your head with his leather belt that’s still warm from his waist, the cold buckle grazing your skin like a warning.

These are the moments Harry savors—lingers in, sips on leisurely like he has all the time in the world, the way he does his thousand-dollar scotch.

The way your expression fractures under the weight of pleasure.

The way your thighs twitch, helpless.

The way your back arches, mouth parted in those honeyed, breathy sighs he’s come to crave more than anything money can buy.

And he watches obsessively as your arousal trails down his gold signet ring, catching the light like it’s proof you belong to him.

That’s the part he loves most.

The breaking point beneath your bratty little act—the one you use to bait him, tease him, test his limits.

And he always falls for it. Because he knows the game.

That attitude keeps your wrists wrapped in Hermès belts and your lips kissed raw. It’s why he laps at your palms obediently like they’re communion, only to sink his teeth into your shoulder an hour later and whisper mine, mine, mine like a curse.

He’ll spoil you. He’ll ruin you. He’ll keep you caged in satin and sin and call it devotion.

"That’s my spoiled fuckin’ girl," Harry growls against your throat, grinding into you slow, deep—deliciously cruel in the way only a man with too much time and too much money can be. 

His thrusts are silk-smooth, luxurious, deliberate, taunting. Like he's savoring each drag of your body like a fine wine, determined to fuck the brat right out of you inch by inch.

You’re already whimpering, hands straining against the belt he tied you with, voice thick with breathless defiance.

“Fucking finally,” you gasp, lifting your hips in challenge. “Took you long enough, old man.”

Harry just chuckles darkly, that low, dangerous sound that makes your stomach flip. He presses his hand to your throat—not choking, just there—his gold ring slathered in arousal glinting in the dim, ambient light of the penthouse bedroom.

“You think you’re spoiled now?” he murmurs, pushing in deeper until your breath stutters. “Hm?”

You bite your lip. “I know I am.”

He thrusts hard, rougher now, and you gasp like it’s a confession. His free hand curls under your thigh, lifting it higher so he can hit even deeper, dragging another wanton moan from your throat.

“You should see the things I won’t give you,” he rasps, lips brushing your jaw. “You wouldn’t survive it.”

“Try me,” you manage, voice shaking. But your smirk is defiant, even with tears brimming in your eyes.

Harry grabs your jaw, forces you to look at him.

“No. Beg me first.”

Your breath hitches. You hate that it turns you on. You hate how fast you obey.

“Please, Harry—please—fuck, I need it, I need you to—”

He cuts off your whine with a sharp thrust and a bruising kiss, his hips grinding into you until your body bows under him. And when you finally come, it’s messy and blinding. His name broken on your tongue, his bite sunk deep into your collarbone.

He follows with a guttural moan, spilling into you as your body shudders under him, his cum dripping out of you in warm, lazy rivulets like a freshly popped bottle of champagne.

You blink up at him, dazed, ruined, a little proud.

“Still think I’m spoiled?” you murmur, voice hoarse but smug.

Harry leans down, kisses your cheek, then your throat.“No, baby,” he says softly, breath hot against your skin.

“You’re fucking owned.”

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bonus scene.ᐟ

You twirl in front of the mirror, the hem of the slip dress swishing against your thighs, all silk and sin. It's the third one you've tried on, each more risqué than the last. The sales associate watches nervously from the corner, she knows who he is. Everyone in this building does. But that doesn’t stop you from tossing your hair and asking,

“You don’t think it’s too... innocent?”

Harry sits across from you, legs spread, sleeves rolled, Cartier cuff catching the light as he sips his scotch like it’s water. His jaw ticks, hard. You’re pushing it—again.

“You want something sluttier?” he asks, tone clipped but low, dangerous. “In front of everyone?”

You smirk, stepping between his knees with a sway of hips and diamonds. “I just want what I deserve.”

He grabs your wrist, not hard, but tight enough to remind. “You deserve to be put on your knees, right here. Want the staff to see how you really say thank you?”

And then he’s up, crowding into your space, lifting the dress to find you soaked and bare beneath it. His ringed fingers slide between your thighs as he whispers, “My spoiled fuckin’ girl.”

"I just enjoy reminding you who signs the Amex, darling" You purr.

You gasp, high and breathless. You know you’re too much. That’s the whole point. He buys you Saint Laurent and fucks you like a problem he’ll never solve.

And you? You take it all.

[sweetestcaptainhughes]

Can I request #56 with good old grumpy Quinn 🫶

Okay but this prompt is also me, I don't do hugs unless forced and I look like I am in physical pain every single time. Now if it was any of the men I stan yeah I will take a hug from them any day, any time.

Drabble Masterlist.

"I don't do hugs."

Everyone knew Quinn was the captain of the Canucks and hockey was everything in Vancouver. But you first met Quinn when you started working for the Canucks in their social media team. It was no secret the Canucks social media was just depressing. They needed help keeping their social media up to date on trends and stop being dragged on Twitter for looking like it was ran by a 45 year old man.

That was during last season when they entered playoffs. Quinn hated you when you were hired he thought it was stupid that you forced the guys to do TikTok's, and made dumb little polls on their Instagram. But somehow over time you both got to a point of mutual respect for each other. Both of you may not like each other but neither of you rolled your eyes when you both passed each other in the hallway. It was now September and the preseason officially kicked off in days. Media day was a such a long day for you, trying to fit as much filming as possible around players other obligations. Your day was filled with meeting with different members of the social media team, editing, trying to plan out all when you were gonna post during the season, more editing, and meeting with photographers to see camp photos that are being taken.

Caught up in all the things you had to do today you didn't even notice what time it was until you heard someone knock on your office door. Without even coming in you shouted "come in." The last person you ever suspected that would walking into your office / social media room would be Quinn Hughes.

"hey." His voice caused you to stop typing for the first time since he entered looking up making sure your ears identified the voice currently as Quinn. "I - uh - I noticed your office light still on and uh well it's almost 6 at night." You could tell he was getting nervous for some reason his hand going to the back of his neck as he continued to stumble on his words. "And I uh remember you told Petty last year that you don't eat when you get focused on work. So I - eh - I thought I'd bring you some food from catering staff. Hope you like salmon." As he put the to-go container from the catering department on your desk and suddenly you felt your stomach begging for food. Looking up at him your eyes soft in how much Quinn cared enough even though you aren't even friends. It just showed you agian that even though he hates the media aspects of his job he really is a sweet guy who cares about everyone in this franchise.

Standing up making a way around your desk you mumble out a thank you. "Honestly Quinn I could hug you right now." Taking a step forward and wrapping your arms around Quinn.

As you wrapped your hands around Quinn, it was the exact moment he said "I don't do hugs" and made a face that seemed like he was uncomfortable but you couldn't see it as your arms were wrapped around him.

"Well too late were already hugging." you mumble, your voice muffed by his chest. Even though Quinn Hughes hated hugs, he let you stand there and hug him. Just when he thought about hugging you back you pulled away and his mood became sour suddenly. Even on his way home that night he found himself annoyed for not just hugging you back and he's not really sure why.

[hannahbarberra162]

Assorted Drabble Collection

because Tumblr limits posts to 100 hyperlinks.

Marco The Phoenix

Treatments (TW: smut, dead dove, non-con, Victorian Asylum AU, medical mistreatment)

Cabin Fever (Alpha!Marco x Omega!Reader, SFW in part 1, some angst but mostly fluff) and Part 2

The Pet (TW: dead dove, implied non-con, mean Marco)

Imagine Marco punishing you... (smut, consensual BDSM relationship, implied long term relationship, mean Marco)

Someone's Missing (smut, consensual bdsm relationship, mean mean Marco)

Grand Line University (Marco x reader, mean Marco but consensual, modern university AU)

Pro Re Nata (Marco x reader, Bad Marco, dead dove, non con)

Imagine Marco sending you his first dick pic (NSFW, fluff, established relationship, nice Marco)

Crocodile

Imagine Crocodile Reassuring you after a hard day (fluff <3)

Imagine interrupting Crocodile while he works (consensual mean Crocodile, smut)

Imagine Getting Baby Fever with Crocodile (x f!reader, fluff and consensual smut)

Sir Crocodile and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day and on Ao3 (Croc x secretary reader, fluff and smut) and in French

Sanji

Imagine Sanji confronting you over your disordered eating (angst, Sanji means well and is trying to help, SFW)

Hearts and Flowers (SFW, fluff, Valentine's Day Special)

Reiju

Aposematism (NSFW, dark, dead dove, non con, F/F)

Sabo

Civic Duty (aka Breeding Hours with Sabo) (TW: dead dove, non con. Royalty AU, heavy on the breeding kink)

Pipe Dreams (Yan Childhood Friend Sabo x Reader, this part is SFW)

Luffy

Clogged Duck (Milking Hours with Luffy) (lactation , breast worship, smut, fluff :)

Petrichor (Alpha Luffy x GN Beta Reader) SFW, no warnings :)

Idle Hands (Luffy x reader, fluffy smut, no warnings)

Ace

Defending Ace (2/3 fluff, 1/3 optional Yan ending, sweet until the optional ending)

Squace of Hearts, part 2 (Ace x childhood friend reader, angst and fluff)

Who the Deuce? (Ace x Deuce, angst and fluff)

Zoro

Backwards, In Heels (Imagine dancing with Zoro) Zoro x GN Reader, SFW, no warnings.

Once in a Blue Moon (Were panther Zoro x reader, angst and fluff, smut)

Thatch

Imagine Thatch Reassuring You (Thatch x reader, NSFW but no actual smut)

Izou

Imagine Showing Izou Your Appreciation (Izou x reader, NSFW, fluff and smut)

Kid

Victoria Punk Breeding Farm and Part 2 (Reader x Kid, Killer, Heat, Wire, hybrid bull / cow AU, dark, non con)

Law

Best in Show (Law x GN!Reader, all fluff no smut, Halloween special)

Uncomfortably Numb (Yan Law x dentist Reader, slow build, dub con, two three shot) Part 2

Hongo

Teacher's Pet (Hongo x Reader, NSFW, 95% fluff)

Nico Robin

Imagine Watching Robin Knit (Robin / Reader, SFW, fluff)

Donquixote Doflamingo

Mafia AU (Doffy x reader, dark, dubcon, Doffy is his own warning)

Rob Lucci

Il Gattopardo (Lucci x Reader, dubcon, Mafia AU)

Benn Beckman

Best Day of the Week (NSFW, fluff, silly fun)

[keithisbae1]

Mission Gone Wrong Part 2/2

Another commissioned art by @sorceressmyr for another snippet. I really can't thank her enough for accepting all my commissions 🥹🥹🥹 Again I hope you enjoy the snippet

You can read part 1 here

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“We’re home,” Tsunade called as she and Sakura walked through the door. “Welcome home, you two seem exhausted.” Dan walked over to greet them. Sakura was in awe of how quickly he managed to get home and even changed as if he wasn’t out stopping bad guys and rescuing her a few hours beforehand. “You have no idea, I’ll explain later.” She then looked down to Sakura eyes softening. “Why don’t you put on your favourite tv show.” 

“Okay!” Sakura grinned running over to turn on the TV. Her eyes brightened as an episode of her favourite cartoon started and she began singing the tune. Dan looked over towards Tsunade who nudged her head towards the kitchen so they could get some privacy. 

He could see how on uneasy she was and seemed to be thinking leaning on the counter in thought. “Something wrong?” “Sakura was used as a hostage.” Dan pretended to be shocked, eyes widening taking the information in. “Is she alright? Was she scared?” Of course she was, that was to be expected of any child. “That’s the thing, I tried talking to her about it, but she brushed it off and is acting like nothing happened. She seems fine… too fine.” “Perhaps she’s too young to fully understand what happened.” He was used to it in his line of work, he had seen far many kids in dangerous situations, but they were none the wiser on what was happening. In some cases, their parents were there and were playing along with it being a game. “Hmm hopefully, it’s not good to keep your emotions bottled up. Especially at this age.” Tsunade knew she probably sounded hypocritical, being a spy you had no choice but to hide your emotions if you wanted your mission to go well. Still, something about Sakura being held hostage and the way she was acting didn’t add up. 

Maybe she was overthinking, and Dan was right on her not being able to fully grasp on the situation. “Why don’t you let me talk to her.” “You?” “Sure, I’m done with work for today. I’ll let her watch her cartoons for now to calm down and see if I can find out anything.” The plan didn’t seem too bad, it was worth a shot at least. “Okay, I need to go out later for some work. You two can talk then.” “Sure.” ~~~~ 

“La la la,” Sakura sang spinning around singing the ending theme. Dan was sitting on the sofa smiling away reading the newspaper. “Papa, come dance with me.” Sakura tried to pull him up, but he declined. “I’ll pass, actually Sakura I need to speak to you.” He patted the spot next to him for her to sit, she nodded still humming away taking a seat. “Mama told me what happened.” “Oh, you mean with the bad guy?” “Yeah… the bad guy. Were you afraid?” A part of him felt guilty for leaving her behind but he knew he had to treat her like any other stranger to protect his own identity and her safety. If they knew she was linked to him Sakura and even Tsunade would be put in danger. “I was.” “Was?” “Yeah, but this mystery hero came in and saved me.” Sakura smiled beaming away. “I couldn’t see his face, but he went chasing after them like in my cartoon. He told me to go and get Mama and made sure I wasn’t hurt.” “And you weren’t afraid after that?” “Hmm, I was a little. But if I stick with Mama then next time it won’t happen. And if good guys like him are about, I’ve got nothing to be afraid of.” Sakura stated as a matter of fact. ‘I wouldn’t exactly call myself a good guy.’ She was a bit confused on what he meant by that but didn’t let it show on her face. 

“Besides, Mama said she’ll teach me self-defence.” Sakura said jumping off the couch in a stance and making little punches with her fist like she saw in her shows. “Oh, did she now?” ‘Somehow I’m not surprised.’ 

“You know I know a few moves myself.” Sakura looked at Dan up and down as if trying to figure out if he was telling the truth. “Sakura doesn’t believe Papa.” Ouch, Dan thought still he was happy to know she felt safe with ‘heroes like him’ as she would put it. 

“I’m glad you feel safe but it’s fine to be afraid sometimes.” “I know Papa.” The little girl merely giggled, she knew her Papa would rescue her in a heartbeat. He didn’t have to know that though. And with Mama as well, Sakura felt twice as safe. 

“But I will get strong too!” Again, Sakura made little punches ready for the next bad guy ready to mess with her. “I think you need to punch like this.” Dan made an ‘attempt’ to punch in the air acting like he had no idea what he was doing. 

“No Papa, you have to do it like this.” “Like this?” “No, this.” ~~~ 

“I’m back, oh?” Tsunade smiled seeing the two sleeping on the couch. After their little ‘play fighting’ Sakura showed Dan more of her cartoons and then the two had fallen asleep after a long hard day. 

In Dan’s case with his work and Sakura with all this excitement. Tsunade decided to ask Dan about their talk later and left the two to sleep.

[wordlesslyjenneh]

Lunar Shadows, Chapter 17: Golbez

“We have seen the worst of each other and there’s no amount of sleep that will make us forget it.”

AO3 Link

[dead-dolphins]

The Christmas Collection: an eremika drabble collection by deaddolphins 🎄❤️

➷ Drabble 10: “The Lunch Run.”

➷ For: @umbremom

➷ READ HERE

[waydownatthebottomofnovember]

Just my cup of tea

The first couple of chapters of my Patcap coffee shop AU drabble fic are up!

[specterthief]

inspired by some bluesky mutuals making a game out of my random pairing generator, i started writing some 100 word drabbles from it and made a series on AO3 to post them to!

table of contents below the cut (to be updated whenever i have a new one i'm satisfied enough with to post):

odile (rella/hulkenberg): pre-canon, hulkenberg visits euchronia's saint during her search for answers about the prince. spoilers!

double act (batlin/fidelio): virga island arc, batlin has some ideas about how fidelio can make good on his threat to shut him up.

scholar's mate (neuras/more): canon divergent. neuras considers old friendships and new relationships. spoilers!

slender aphrodite (hulkenberg/eupha): eupha wants to practice with a lance, hulkenberg discovers some things about herself.

compersion ((grius/)fabienne/strohl): fabienne and strohl and the ghost they share. spoilers!

musou (eupha/prince): musings on someone else's fantasy. spoilers!

by night only (junah/basilio): junah seeks comfort from someone who understands. spoilers!

nyctimus (brigitta/fidelio): brigitta reunites with a not-quite-ghost from her past.

another love (gallica/more): gallica muses on some confusing new feelings. spoilers!

à trois (junah/glodell/louis): glodell's imagination won't cut him a break.

soft target (alonzo/strohl): the royal adjutant to the citizen's council meets his majesty's new general.

daffodils (basilio/rella): basilio wants to make lady rella smile.

[brevityisnotmywit]

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Predator: Killer of Killers, Predator Original Series (1987-1990) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Yautja (Predator)/Original Human Character(s), Baron (Predator)/Reader Characters: Everyone Eventually, Baron (Predator), Reader Additional Tags: Rating May Change, Canon Typical Violence, Interspecies Relationship(s), Drabble Collection Summary:

Flyboy- Baron/Human!Reader

Human!Reader, Casual discussions of hunting, Mentions of deceased characters, Reader was taken shortly after WW1, Mechanic!Reader 

Requested by @fehlerderkorrektur I hope you like it!

[angelickks]

03. SHE WILL BE LOVED - Francisco "Frankie" Morales

▶︎ •၊၊||၊“I’ve had you so many times, but somehow I want more.” He always thinks he’s not enough. So when you show up again, he fucks you like a man starving.

𝑷𝑹𝑬𝑽. ᯓ 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑼𝑬 ☰ 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝑹𝑼𝑰𝑵 𝑴𝑬 • pedro pascal mlist!

warning(s). nsfw. mdni 18+. oral (f!recieving). possesive!frankie. friends w/ benefits. toxic. rough sex. emotionally charged af. desparate sex. unprotected p in v. creampie. emotional manipulation. love confession. mention of reader being w other men. desperation desperation desperation. praise kink. lmk if i missed anything! (gif not mine)

pairing. francisco "frankie" morales x fem!reader

YOU SHOW UP AT HIS DOOR AT MIDNIGHT, LIKE YOU ALWAYS DO. Smudged mascara, a dress too tight and laughter still clinging to your skin from whatever man was trying and failing to make you forget him.

Frankie doesn’t ask questions. He just lets you in.

You toe off your heels and shrug past him like you belong here, and maybe you do. He’s had you on this couch. This counter. The floor. His lap. His mouth. And still, still—his throat goes dry every time he sees your skin under his kitchen lights.

It’s always like this with Frankie. Your name half a prayer, half a curse on his lips as he peels your dress off, his hands rough and reverent. Like he’s mad at you for showing up, but even more furious at himself for letting you in again. And you, smirking, glossy-lipped, spine arched, let him. Because you like the way he breaks for you.

“You think I didn’t see you with him tonight?” he mutters, fingers dragging your panties down, breath hot against your throat.

You tilt your head. “Wasn’t trying to hide.”

He huffs a laugh. Bitter. “No, you never do.”

But he drops to his knees anyway, palms hooked under your thighs as he lifts one leg over his shoulder and buries his face between them. His tongue is all fire and fever, slow drags through your folds, a kiss to your clit like a plea for mercy he’ll never voice. He eats you like he’s punishing you for letting someone else touch you. Even if you know no one ever really gets as close as he does.

He's desperate in the way his hands grip your thighs to pull you to the edge of the bed, desperate in the way he licks into you like you’ve been his only meal in weeks.

Your legs are trembling, your moans broken, your fingers locked in his curls, and still—still—he doesn’t stop.

You’re gasping, grinding down against his mouth, fingers fisting in his curls. “Fuck—Frankie—”

He groans into you like the sound alone could undo him. When he pulls away, chin slick, pupils blown wide, he looks wrecked.

“I’ve had you,” he grits out, voice raw as he flips you onto the couch. “So many fuckin' times, baby…”

Your back hits the cushions. He drags his cock along your slit once, twice—just to feel the way you’re already dripping for him.

“…but I swear to God—I jus’ want more.”

He thrusts into you in one long, brutal stroke, and your head snaps back.

He’s not slow tonight. Not gentle.

He’s hungry.

Every thrust is rough, possessive—each one a silent, brutal question: Do you even think about me when you’re with them? Do they make you cum like I do? Do they fuck you like they love you but are too damn scared to say it too?

Every stroke is a mark, a brand, a vow. Like if he buries himself deep enough, you’ll finally understand it’s him. It’s always been him.

“You let him touch you?” he hisses, panting as he fucks you deeper.

You moan, shaking your head. “Didn’t let him. Just danced.”

“That’s worse,” he growls, hand tightening on your thigh as he presses it higher. “Dancing’s fuckin’ intimate.”

You laugh, breathless. “Yeah? And what’s this, sweetheart?”

He stills, cock buried deep, forehead pressed to yours. He’s trembling—like the force of it, the weight of how much he wants you, might crush him.

“I love you,” he whispers, too quiet. Too fast.

You blink.

He pulls back like he hadn’t meant to say it at all.

But you pull him back in, wrap your legs around his waist, and kiss him hard enough to make him believe you heard and didn’t run.

He fucks you again, slower now. More deliberate. Desperate.

You come with his name tangled on your tongue, his bite on your shoulder, his arms holding you so tightly like maybe this time you’ll stay.

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His pace is slow, savoring. Every thrust deliberate, deep. Like he’s trying to give you everything he can’t say. His hands on your hips, your back, your throat. Holding you like something precious. His forehead pressed to yours as you moan into his mouth, your fingers digging into his shoulders.

“You’re mine,” he whispers. “Even if you don’t say it, even if you leave again—I’ll still be yours. Always have been, pretty girl."

You don’t answer, but you kiss him open-mouthed, panting against his lips like the heat between your bodies might burn away the words you don’t want to say.

Your legs are wrapped around him, slick with sweat, pulling him deeper every time he thrusts back in. The sheets are a mess, tangled at your ankles. There’s a bruise blooming where his stubble scraped your chest raw. He’ll mouth over it later. He always does.

You whimper his name as you start to come, clutching him like you don’t want to let go. And maybe you don’t. Or maybe that’s just the way you cum—needy, intense, reckless. He can’t tell. Not anymore.

But fuck, you feel good. Warm, tight, real.

He groans and spills into you with a guttural sound, teeth gritted, head buried in the crook of your neck like it’s the only place he’s ever known peace. You pet his hair. Gently. Lazily. Like you’ve done this a thousand times.

And you have

Frankie doesn’t move right away. Just stays buried deep inside you, arms tight around your waist, chest pressed to yours as he catches his breath against the crook of your neck. Your skin is sticky with sweat, flushed and soft, and he breathes you in like you’re oxygen—like anything beyond you would suffocate him.

“So good, baby,” he murmurs, voice low and frayed at the edges. “Did so good f’me. Always feel so fuckin’ amazing.”

Your fingers find the back of his neck, nails scratching lightly at the short curls there. Soft, rhythmic, comforting. The kind of touch that says you’re here, I’m here, for now, we’re still breathing. You press kiss after kiss to his forehead, sweet and wet and reverent.

“Always feel amazing, Frankie,” you whisper between them, like a promise. “Always so good to me.”

It’s always like this.

The slow, spiraling descent after everything has burned through. The high of it, the hunger, the helpless need. This is the crash. And somehow it’s worse than the heat of your fucking. Worse because it’s quiet. Intimate. Real. Frankie would be a goddamn liar if he said this wasn’t his favorite part.

You’re warm and limp and pliant beneath him, so soft in his arms he swears you were made to be held like this. In these moments—when your thighs are still trembling and your voice is syrup-sweet in his ear—you feel the most like his. And he lives for it. No matter how fleeting.

You break him down with that honey-dripped voice, only to build him back up again, praise by praise, kiss by kiss. He flourishes in your attention—thrives on it like it’s a drug in his system. Like a dog at its master’s feet, licking at the palms that both feed and strike him.

Even when you leave him aching.

Even when your kisses don’t mean permanence.

He stays. Every time.

Waiting for your love like it might be real if he’s just good enough.

You’ve been here two nights. Three, maybe, depending on how you count the first one where you showed up after midnight, drunk and pretty and pretending this was just a convenient arrangement. Frankie knows the pattern.

Knows you’ll leave soon.

Disappear without a word, just a scribbled note or a half-finished cup of coffee left on the counter.

He braces for it.

But you don’t say much that morning. Just shower. Borrow one of his shirts. Pad barefoot into the kitchen to pour yourself coffee without asking.

Frankie watches you from the doorway.

He wants to say something, anything. Wants to ask what it would take to make you stay. Wants to give you more than sex and silence. Wants to be the one who finally gets chosen.

But your eyes flick up and catch him watching.

And all you say is, a devious and sex-satiated smirk playing on your lips, “Want me to make you breakfast, Morales?”

Frankie nods. Swallows the words again.

And hopes. Foolishly, quietly. That maybe this time, you’ll make it to day four.

[sweetestcaptainhughes]

Ooh for your drabble challenge:

125. “Quit moving, I’m trying to sleep. Wait...are you...what?!”

Angsty!! -> 🙈 and with Nico Hischier. Please and thank you! 🩵

ooo of course I love writing some angst and I don't ever remember writing angst for Nico yet... I am truly sorry this took me an embarrassing amount of days to answer. 😔Also this turned out so much longer than I thought it would but I kind of like the background I gave the prompt.

Drabble Challenge. Drabble Masterlist.

"Quit moving, I'm trying to sleep. Wait... are you... what?!"

Sharing a bed with Nico Hischier was not something you were planning on doing when you agreed to go on this weekend getaway with your best friend. But little did you know that everyone but you and Nico were the only two single people in the group. Of course they only room left in the house in your air bnb by the time you got there was a makeshift office with a small twin bed in the corner. So now here you were sharing a bed with Nico, who just so happened to be your friend's partner's best friend who also happened to your ex-boyfriend.

Once you both made it into the tiny office/spare bedroom, immediately the words left your mouth, "Uh I can sleep on the coach in living room downstairs." Already turning around with your hand still on your luggage as you start to turn around but Nico lightly grabs your arm to stop you.

"Stop, You're not sleeping down there Y/N that room is full of windows and the light will wake you up tomorrow morning or literally anyone going to the bathroom in the middle of the night." His voice soft, almost pleading for you not to leave him in this room by himself.

Sighing deeply, closing your eyes for a few seconds the exhaustion of traveling creeping in on you slowly, all you were craving was somewhere to sleep. "Fine." you grunt, taking a deep breath you continue. "I'll sleep on the floor in here."

After being with him, you can translate the curse words that leave his mouth in Swiss German. Something along the lines of 'goddamn me, bullshit.'

"So what's your idea then?" The irritation clear in your voice.

"I am not letting you sleep on the floor Y/N/N." His voice more defined from earlier, the stubbornness clear in his voice now. You can physically see him take a shaky breath as his voice cracks due to nerves as he suggests "We can share a bed?"

Finally making eye contact with him for the first time since entering the room, your face full of shock at his suggestion. But all you see starring back at you is his soft big brown eyes begging you to stay. "It's a twin Neeks." you whisper suddenly scared of making your voice any louder.

"I know. But were both tired and we don't have any other options. Can we just go to bed please." he begs lightly reaching for your hand and it was as if as soon as his hand lightly creased yours, you were back in time to six months ago before you both decided you needed space because neither of you had time due to your careers to be in a committed relationship. And in that moment, you felt your heart break a little and your pulse quicken. "Please baby." Nico begged the nickname rolling of his tongue so naturally, your not even sure if he heard it himself.

But in an attempt to protect yourself you find your arguing even though your voice was above a whisper as you close your eyes. "We have other options Nico. You just don't like them." Opening them again after a few seconds you meet his face again and you knew there was no other option, you were about to share a twin size bed with your 6'1 ex boyfriend Nico. "okay." you admit in defeat, you swear for a second you saw a smile on his lips as he slowly pulls you to the bed and climbs in first putting his back against the wall, laying on his side.

It wasn't an ideal situation, deciding it was best to let lay on your side facing away from Nico trying not to touch him despite having no space. Apparently Nico had different plans when you felt his arms circle around your waist pulling you so your back was flesh to his chest. He did it so fast, as i it was second nature, an instinct taking over. Nico was asleep in no time, he use to claim he always was with you in his arms, and you could tell he was asleep by the little breaths he was leaving on the back of your shoulder where his head was tucked down. Sadly for you, sleep didn't come as easily it was if your brain and your heart were having an internal battle on what was happening. Trying not to focus on how safe you felt being back in his arms because this was a one night thing, trying to remind yourself the reality of the situation.

Somewhere around 3 AM you fell asleep, but you didn't sleep long as you look at the clock and see it was just a little after 5 AM. Your not sure if it's from Nico's body heat or just the fact of sharing such a small bed. But you felt hot and sticky all of a sudden. Trying to carefully remove Nico's arms off of you so that you could attempt to get comfortable and all fall back asleep for a few more hours. But there was no hope when you felt Nico whine behind you due to the movement.

"Quit moving, I'm trying to sleep." he whined pulling you closer and shifting back to both of your orginial sleeping position. In an insenence Nico felt it his entire body stiffened and opened his eyes in fear begging that you won't say anything about his morning wood but his fear was coming true when you asked.

"Wait." you said trying to decide if you felt his hard cock poking into your lower back or if you were making it up, but when you were sure you knew you were right you gulped and whispered. "Nico are you?" Slowly waiting a response you knew Nico was embarrassed, he let go of your arms and tried to turn his body to face towards the wall but wasn't as fast as you. Quickly you turned around in his arms lightly grabbing his forearm and lightly whispered his name again trying to meet his eyes. "Nico, look at me."

He paused in his movements in a few seconds he slowly looked down at you and asked "what?"

"It's okay baby, I miss you too." Not sure if your words would even make sense to anyone else but you knew Nico would understand. Breaking up was the hardest thing either of you ever had to do. "Nico I miss you with every fiber of my being and I think it's kind of hot that I gave you morning wood without even trying." you smirk at him. In an instant he closed the gap between you both into a messy kiss pulling you to lay on top of him. Neither of you knew what this meant but you knew one thing, whatever the next step was both of you were doing it together.

[coffyao]

damned hedgehog.

Link to my a03: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Lalaloopsyland

summary: sonic dangling a mistletoe causes a disgruntled shadow inner turmoil.

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"hey shadow," sonic said, dangling a mistletoe between the two of them.

this was obviously yet another elaborate way of sonic trying to get under his skin.

"now we haveeee to kiss huh?"

shadow waved the mistletoe away, but that annoyingly...

encouraged him even more.

"oh, not the touchy-feely type?" sonic teased, continuing to dangle it around.

shadow didn't particular hate nor love Christmas, but there was something about that insistent, damned hedgehog today that had his fuse switch off.

shadow pushed the mistletoe against the hedgehog's mouth, manoeuvring it between his lips.

"how's that for a kiss?" shadow said, before dropping the mushed mistletoe onto the floor and walking off.

"...guess you are."

[keithisbae1]

Mission Gone Wrong Part 1/2

Art commissioned by the amazing @sorceressmyr to go with the snippet below. I hope you enjoy 😊

Part 2 is here

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“Mama, can we get this one too please?” Sakura asked pointing to the packet of sweets on a higher shelf. “You know eating too many sweets is bad for you.” But nonetheless she grabbed a packet for her.

“Only one though.”

Sakura could only grin skipping happily ahead.

“All right, what else is there?” Tsunade muttered to herself looking at the list of groceries they needed. As Sakura waited for her by the end of the aisle, she watched as two suspicious looking men carrying what Sakura could only think of was stolen goods?

Quick, hurry, hurry. One of them was thinking opening the door for the other guy. They looked quite beat up too, but she was too far to know for sure.

She knew better than to follow but her fascination for adventure and curiosity tend to get the best of her, so she looked behind to make sure Mama wasn’t looking and wandered off after. The door in question led outside an alley much to Sakura’s surprise and she quickly dashed behind a trash can to spy watching them.

“You think we lost him?” One of them panted, perhaps they were injured. “I took care of him, no worries about that.”

Are they bad guys?

Of course they must be, just like the ones in her shows. They indeed were hiding/carrying items, but she couldn’t quite figure out what they were entirely.

“Oi, what are you doing here?” Sakura squeaked feeling herself being lifted from her hiding place, having no idea there was another behind. The other two seemed shocked as to how she got there.

“When did she get here?”

“You idiots! Weren’t you two careful?” The ‘boss man’ Sakura labelled him as in her head yelled at them. “Well, we DID have to go through an entire building! He was already on our case!”

“Doesn’t matter, take care of her.” He shoved the little girl into another man’s arms, and he froze looking down at her and back at the man.

“Hey! Is that necessary? She’s just a child, what could she possibly do.”

“What part of take care of her don’t you understand? We can’t risk any witnesses, including a child.”

“I’m sorry, I got lost,” She tried to explain/lie hoping they would let her go. The two did seem hesitant and whilst she had no idea on what exactly ‘take care’ meant she knew it was bad. If only she stayed with her Mama.

“But-”

“Do as I say, who do you think you-” The man was interrupted as another figure jumped on top of him promptly knocking him out.

Papa! Sakura instantly recognised the person but knew better than to scream his name. He was wearing a mask since it was daylight, but Sakura knew of his ‘work’ and recognised his eyes.

Dan was surprised to see her there but made sure not to get too off guard. If they knew he was related to her, she would be in even more danger.

“Stay back, or I’ll-” Despite the threats they both knew he was not capable of doing anything to the innocent girl, so instead he gently placed her down surprisingly and told his friend to leg it. They knew he would most likely be distracted making sure the child was safe, thus giving them time to escape.

“Are you hurt?” Dan went to check on the girl, Sakura shook her head no. “Good, listen I need you to go to your parents, anyone. Lead them over here and they can call someone to take care of this guy.”

“Okay.” She nodded and ran around the building.

It wasn’t likely that he would be able to catch up to them, but he needed to get out of here before Tsunade came along.

As Sakura rounded the corner she saw her Mama outside, perfect! Well maybe not, it seemed she was aware that she ran off again and Sakura knew she would get into trouble later. However, her first instincts were to do what Papa said, before the guy woke up.

“There you are! What did I tell you about-”

“Mama, you have to come with me quickly!” Sakura tried to pull Tsunade’s hand with all her might to move her, but the woman didn’t budge.

“Slow down,” she picked up the little girl settling her with one arm.

“What’s gotten you so worked up?”

“Over there.” Sakura pointed to the alleyway where she just came out of. “There were some bad men and they tried to hurt me.”

“Eh?” Tsunade quickly ran over to the area thinking/hoping that it was her imagination and playing. Indeed, there was a guy who Dan had previously knocked out laying on the floor. No one else was there though. How’s he so fast, Sakura thought but at least the bad guy was still unconscious.

Tsunade spotted a weapon that had fallen and had promptly slipped it under the trash so Sakura wouldn’t see it and be spooked by it. She doubts Sakura was fully aware of how much danger she was in.

“How did you…” Escape?

“I got lost. A stranger saved me, but he… he left…” She won’t say it was Dan but felt safe knowing she had a Papa who could protect her.

“See, this is why I tell you to stick by me.”

[wordlesslyjenneh]

Lunar Shadows, Chapter 20: Cecil II

“This doesn’t have to be the ending,” Cecil protested, blinking back unexpected tears.

AO3 Link

And it's finally finished!! Let me know what you think :) I'll continue my daily posting but this is the complete collection for anyone who's interested in reading ahead.

[dead-dolphins]

The Christmas Collection: an eremika drabble collection by deaddolphins 🎄❤️

The Christmas Collection: an eremika drabble collection by deaddolphins 🎄❤️

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