#drabble nonny

[ghstzzn]

smoking with jay for his bday and it’s extremely hot n steamy 😻

// warnings: weed mentions lol, they’re high it’s fine it’s controlled, shotgunning, cock warming, messy sex, cowgirl, hair pulling (m. rec), not sub jay but also whiny jay! :3 HAPPY 4/20 AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BABYYYYYYYY!!!!

you weren’t shocked when jay had told you all he wanted for his birthday was to laze around all day in a cloud of smoke.

so, whenever he finally woke up, he called you over.

you brought over his favorite snacks, stopped by his go-to restaurant to grab him dinner and even baked him a cake. and after a long, cozy day of laying around and watching whatever he threw on the tv, you finally brought out the presents and cake.

he sat next to you as he opened the gift bags, kissing your forehead as he pulled out each gift that you worked so hard for this year to make sure he only got the best of the best. but what really caught his eye was the rolling tray you made for him.

you tell him you made it during that one girls trip where you took pottery classes with your best friends, sheepishly shrugging, “it’s not that good.”

but your boyfriends a softie for anything you do. and a stoner. he kisses your forehead, holding your tightly against him, “no, baby. it’s so cute.” “thank you, my sweet girl.”

you push him away with a giggle but he pulls you into his lap.

“i told you all i wanted to do was get high and hang out with you, so where do you think you’re going?” he says as wraps his hands trail up your thighs, squeezing tightly. “wanna warm me while i roll up?”

you can’t even deny the way your thighs clench together, so you make it quick, sinking slowly onto his cock almost as soon as he takes it out. your body trembles as you bottom out with the lack of prep and he simply coos in your ear, rubbing your back as you bury your head in his neck.

it feels like hours have passed before he’s finally lighting a joint, sucking in and inhaling deeply before letting out a sigh, blowing the smoke straight at you. jay grins, passing it over to you so you can copy.

it’s intimate, the way you both pass the blunt back and forth to each other, exchanging small kisses, running your hands through his hair every time it’s his turn.

jay takes one last drag, inhaling as much as he can before he digs the short joint into the same rolling tray he used earlier. he sucks in a sharp breath before grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you against his lips and exhaling, forcing you to suck in as much as you can.

you pull back and let out a couch, smacking his chest, “fuck, jay! i told you that shit makes me cough.”

“you know i like to see you choke, baby.”

you stare down at him, studying his half lidded gaze and a lazy, cocky smile. so of course you clench around him.

“i think you forget i’m the one on top right now,” you give him a tight smile, lifting your hips just enough to draw a gasp out of him and dropping suddenly.

his hands come up to grip your hips, “is that a threat baby?”

it was.

jays mouth was attached to your tits, biting, sucking and pulling at your skin almost painfully as you bounced on his cock. you swear only smoking gives you this sort of stamina while it makes jay lazy as fuck.

however, you can’t control the way you squeeze and clench around his cock, and how wet and horny you get when like this. jay is almost spent, having already came twice now. you could feel it drip down your ass and thighs, mixed with your own arousal and sweat.

“fuck, fuck, fuck…” he’s practically whimpering out, breathy and whiny moans coming from him. “baby ‘m gonna cum again… don’t stop… don’t fucking stop.”

“you’re so sensitive…” you barely manage to get out, eyes rolling back as you arch against him.

his hips have been twitching for the last few minutes, and you knew he was struggling but still wanted more. you switch between slow rolls of your hips to literally bouncing on his cock to prolong his orgasm.

as soon as you feel your stomach tense up and your cunt flutter around his cock, you pull his head up by his hair, dragging out a loud groan from him, completely unashamed.

you hold his head back, gripping his hair tighter and tighter as you continue to fuck yourself on him, pulling his hand up to grab at your tits.

his eyes squeeze shut and his hips jolt upwards, so you pull at his messy locks again and he immediately cums.

“shi- fuck! f-fuck, oh my god…” he desperately calls out, voice breaking as you milk his cock for every drop.

your orgasm hits you not even seconds after, pulling him against you as you attempt to ride out your own orgasm but with the amount of arousal and cum makes it almost impossible to slowly ride through it.

“happy birthday, asshole,” you moan out, ghosting your lips over his. jay only hums in response, biting at your bottom lip and pulling back.

“don’t think i’m done just yet…”

[meganegatari]

do you think Ellie would be more a strap, tribbing, or fingering girlie?

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abby version. dina version. SMUTTY, BRAIN MELTING YAP AHEAD: TRIB TRIB TRIB. hands down. okay i mean, all of em have their perks. she likes the convenience of fingering, the way she's able to be discreet with it perchance. she likes strap because it's able to reach spots inside of you no one even knew existed before...fabled clusters of nerves that make your mind go blank as she hits them repeatedly. but tribbing?? oh girl. she loves everything about it. she loves the mutual pleasure it brings—not that she minds being on either end!—she loves the wetness of it all, if we were to get vulgar. but back to mutual pleasure for a sec, i feel like she'd just revel in the sort of domino effect it has. lemme elaborate. you're getting closer to the peak, which eggs her on to get closer to her own peak, because of the motions she's doing for herself (frantic, irregular humps and bounces on top, bucks of her hips upwards if on bottom...), the way you're reacting (whining and moaning as she fucks your brain to mush, or making her brain turn to mush), and most importantly the fact she can feel it all in real time. every twitch, throb, squirt, clench, yeah she feels it righttt where she needs. then it all tumbles in a domino, or snowball effect. positive feedback loop for the bio gals...just more and more and more and more, you get the idea. also wanna add: whatever the activity of choice was, she'd wanna clean you up properly afterwards, with her mouth of course. slurping and sucking to her heart's content, like a starved woman. like you were her death row meal. more for her own pleasure than yours let's be real...DAMN. went on a tangent lol BUT TRIB IS HER CHOICE METHINKS LMFAO.

[satoruxx]

stubble toji but u squeal when he eats u out

had to take a minute to breath nonnie bc oh my god

stubble toji is insufferable with it too, because he knows how you normally react when he's pressing the rough texture of his jaw against your skin. god knows he'll take advantage of it in every possible situation.

taunts like crazy, saying things like "what's wrong, doll? still hate the feelin'?” even as his hands grip your thighs and spread them apart. you scoff, cheeks practically on fire as you look down at his smug grin.

"quit teasing, toji."

he just chuckles throatily, chin brushing over the skin of your inner thigh just barely, and he mentally notes the way you shiver at the feeling.

toji already drives himself crazy when he eats you out, mostly because the choked moans and whines that he can pull from you with a skillful flick of his tongue has his pride singing.

but when you squeal in between your gasps, caught off guard by the rough sensation in between his licks—that is a different high all together.

he groans against your skin when you do, stubble pressing deep against it as he suckles at your clit eagerly.

the sound, quite literally, goes straight to your core.

“ah fuck baby, that’s it,” he grunts, fingers tightening around your thighs in a way you know will leave marks. he deliberately presses his jaw into you when he can, eyes hooded as he hears the sound it pulls from you. “feel good, huh?”

“uh huh—” you nod eagerly, unable to stop your hips from bucking into his tongue as he teases your clit and laps up your juices. “so good.”

an evil smirk as he pulls back, chin glistening and eyes satisfied. “thought you always whine about how my stubble is too scratchy.”

“it is,” you huff—adamant. “you’re always tormenting me with it.”

“don’t hear you complaining now,” he murmurs—smug. his lips find your clit again, sucking and licking until your vision goes hazy. “still want me to shave?”

you’ve never said no quicker in your life.

[eddiesghxst]

eddie throwing his back out giving you everything he has and ofc it hurts like a bitch the next day and he wants you again and again and again

🫶

ITS GIVING OLDER EDDIE HELLO

18+ — MINORS DNI

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the next morning eddie’s making breakfast and he dramatically groans whenever he reaches up to grab something from the cabinets until you finally crack and ask, “what’s wrong, baby?”

he just jokingly glares at you and goes, “you destroyed my back, that’s what’s wrong. the last time i had this much sex was in my twenties, i’m not equipped for this.” he grumbles, reaching back to rub at his lower back.

you roll your eyes, stepping forward to slink your hands around his waist, pressing your body up against his back and kissing the bare skin between his shoulders, “for what it’s worth, even though you’ve got a shitty back, your refractory period makes up for it,” you joke, patting his stomach and kissing his back once again, pressing a smile into his skin when he grunts in response.

“don’t have much of a choice, do i? i’ve got a succubus for a girlfriend.”

you hum, “that’s weird, last i remember it was you asking for one more round, wasn’t it?”

you stretch onto the tips of your toes to rest your chin against his shoulder to peer down at his skilled hands hard at work preparing your meal, and eddie doesn’t bother glancing at you as he responds, “not sure, things start to blur after the third big-O.”

you hum as a teasing smile spreads across his lips, “whatever you say, big guy.” you playfully nip at his shoulder and he hisses, batting you away as you giggle, turning to lean against the counter beside him so you’re facing him, “when you’re done with this, come and i’ll give you a massage for your achey old man back, hm?”

eddie glances away from his task to look at you, “that pretty little mouth of yours is gonna get you in trouble.”

you tilt your head with a sly grin, voice smooth and sultry as you speak, “is that a threat, musnon?”

eddie let’s out an exasperated noise and looks at you with narrowed eyes, “can a man cook in peace, please? or at least without you trying to get in my pants like i’m some harlot,”

you raise your eyebrows and motion down to his crotch, the unmistakable print of his hardening length pressing against the seam of his sweatpants, “seems like he enjoys it.”

eddie playfully shoves you away then, muttering for you to get out of the kitchen and you giggle, yelping when he swats at your behind, “ow! what was that for?” you whine, rubbing at your sore cheek. eddie grins, dicing a few onions and dropping them onto the stove, “for being such a goddamn minx. get out of here before i accidentally set this house on fire.”

and even though his back hurts like hell, he still ends up drilling your shit, but you have to take over midway because eddie’s poor back really might just croak on him and he swears if that happens, you’re paying for his medical bill <3

[nottivagos]

suddenly, i find it hard to ask away, but okay i am curious: maid!reader. is this a punishment for her by mafia!carlos just to show her off OR hear me out: CEO!carlos with a maid!reader who doubles as his personal assistant.

okay, but thoughts on maid!reader that you teased 👀

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notti's nightly thoughts (18+)

an: as i'm sure bunny can back me up on, this idea changed DRAMATICALLY. now, that's partially because of Hackett London's new campaign with carlos where we were both whoring out over the thought of prince!carlos x maid!reader (and the fact that my whole feed was maid porn at the time of discussion) but also the fact that i spontaneously wrote ceo!carlos without remembering that this ask existed. woops!

“y-your highness,” you whispered ever so sweetly, eyes blindfolded by the cloth of some expensive fabric wrapped around your eyes by carlos. “d-do you really think this is necessary?” you squeaked, cheeks slightly pink as blood pumped faster around your body with burning adrenaline.

“shhh, nena,” carlos cooed, his thick accent holding a sultry undertone as his hungry eyes gazed over your body, relishing in the way you squirmed whilst tied to his soon-to-be throne in the large throne room of the palace. “you trust me, don’t you?” he mumbled into your skin, pressing hot, open mouthed kisses onto your jaw as he bent down, trailing his lips down your bare body.

“o-of course, your highness,” you replied almost instantly, the response ingrained into your mind to serve him, whilst carlos’s hands found your sensitive breasts. his large hands engulfing the soft boobs with an underlying hunger, as his calloused thumbs grazed over your sore nipples, causing a pathetic whine to escape your lips. 

his kisses trailed lower, teeth grazing over your bare collarbone hungrily as he bit and sucked the flesh, the hot nips of your skin quickly followed by rushes of cold goosebumps left in his teeth’s wake. 

you shuddered as carlos’s hungry groans vibrated on your flesh, heat crawling up your spine from your now weeping cunt. its slight wetness tingling with desperation for carlos, as your legs were spread wide open tied to the armrests of the expensive throne by your resting ankles on either side, hole openly on display for the prince.

“so responsive for your prince,” carlos drawled, thumbs now rubbing your nipples into throbbing peaks, pinching them teasingly which caused you to moan out loud in response to the abrupt motion yet which felt ever so pleasurable upon impact to your senses currently on overdrive.

“your highness,” you groaned again, cunt weeping to be filled as it became even more slick, your body fighting the overwhelming fire growing in the bottom of your belly. “i want more. please,” you whined helplessly as your skin tingled, responding to the electric blood of lust surging through your veins. 

“you want more, do you?” carlos questioned, eyebrow raised as a cruel smirk formed on his face. “i don’t think it’s a maid’s role to command royalty,” he tutted with a shake of his head.

you moaned out loud as one of carlos’s hands came to slap your pussy in response to your begging. your cheeks burnt, breath becoming ragged as you mewled, biting your lip to suppress your hopeless moans.

carlos then cupped your jaw, fingertips digging into your cheekbones as he pulled your head upwards to look down at your covered face, hunger hidden and flashing in his darkened brown eyes.

“you look so beautiful on this throne right now,cariño,” carlos murmured with an accomplished smile. “maybe i should take you here, and keep you like this forever. maybe even make you my queen, no?”

“your highness—” you began to whisper breathlessly, carlos’s thumb now grazing on your bottom lip.

“carlos,” he quickly corrected. “call me carlos.”

you nodded instantly, conforming to his command, to which carlos thanked with another searing kiss on your lips, tongue dominant as it tangled with your own, saliva mixing as he broke free from your face.

with a satisfied hum, carlos began to kiss all over your bare skin again, a trail of burning kisses trailing from your jaw to your stomach as he got onto his knees, placed inside of your legs. his hands placed onto your thighs as he sat at eyes length with your crying cunt.

he kissed your opening ever so gently, inhaling your already present essence as he dipped his tongue ever so slowly into your wet heat, causing a small groan to escape your lips.

breath caught in your throat as carlos suckled at your pussy, licking and sucking every last drop from your pretty hole. he grazed his nose ever so purposefully over your throbbing clit, the intoxicating sensations causing you to moan ever so loudly.

“carlos,” you whimpered. “d-don’t stop.”

carlos groaned at your desperate whines, picking up his rhythm a little. with every lick, his nose rubbed perfectly against the swollen bundle of nerves, knots of pleasure tying tightly inside the pit in your stomach as they played on the brink of ecstasy.

your thighs trembled as your slick heat dripped onto the lavish leather of carlos’s throne. your juices smeared messily onto carlos’s face and tip of his nose as you chased your inevitable release.

with a sharp suck, you crumbled in an instant. crying out loudly, your whole body shuddered, walls fluttering as you rode out of your high with carlos’s face inside of your thighs.

your chest heaved, hot blood still surging uncontrollably around your body as your brain felt hazy from your release only moments ago. cheeks flushed a harsh crimson, carlos came up from inside your thighs, hands coming to remove the blindfold from your eyes.

blinking as you adjusted to the lights in the throne room, your dazed expression met carlos’s own smug look. he licked your lingering slick off his lips, smirking as he did so.

“you did so well for me, nena,” he praised with a loving purr, before his eyes darted to the mess you’d made on the regal red leather. 

he then tutted with disapproval, head shaking as his hairy arms caged you to the chair as your widened eyes glued onto his doe own. his hands then came to unclasp the ties from around your limbs, binding you to the lavish gold of the throne, the growing silence between you two now thick and palpable.

carlos’s large hand then came to wrap tightly around your wrist, yanking you out of the chair as you’d settled your legs finally back into a sitting position happily.

“carlos, what’re—” a yelp followed as carlos pressed your face, hand curled and tangled into your hair, against the sticky patch of your left mess on the chair.

“clean it,” he commanded coldly, placing a harsh whack on your bare ass. 

you whined again, tongue quickly pointing out of your mouth, licking the lone cum off of the chair, despite carlos’s relentless spanks on your ass. 

“you dirty girl,” carlos muttered, as you continued to clean up. “i thought maids were supposed to keep the chambers clean, hm?” he questioned with another whack to your bum, a red imprint of his hand now glowing on your skin. “definitely not whatever this is. making a mess of a royal’s throne? utterly unprofessional,” he spoke with disgust, turning his nose up at you cleaning your mess up with your tongue.

when you seemed to be finished, carlos then grabbed a fistful of your hair, turning it into a makeshift ponytail, yanking you upwards from your previous position, revealing the now cleaner seat.

carlos then let out another satisfied hum, turning your body to face him, your bare tits grazing against his crisp white shirt. 

“i-is that better for you, your highness?” you asked sweetly, eyelashes batting as the red imprints carlos had left on your ass still stung horridly.

carlos chuckled deeply in response, hands now coming to caress your hips. “much better, nena,” he responded, “you’re always so good and compliant for me,” he added, pressing another tender kiss against your lips with a smile.

[ellierium]

more college basketball player!ellie 😵‍💫😵‍💫

hola.... its mr put it on.... here to put you guys back onto college basketball player!ellie

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she's definitely not the tallest on the team. fastest, for sure. quiet on her feet that it usually freaks her teammates out. you see it all the time, its one of the things that makes you laugh the most when you're at the gym with them. deciding to be one of the coach's assistants wasn't exactly your first choice for your odd job of the year, but you needed the cash and it wasn't like you were going to ta for that one ethics professor again... dude gave you the heebie jeebies. but getting to watch a bunch of sweaty girls curse at each other and run back and forth across the court was nice. you got a comedy show, new jokes to steal, and you even got to see the one and only ellie williams in her element. number one choice for the wnba draft and that was a huge deal, apparently, if those tiktoks you kept getting were anything to go by. its not that you didn't give a shit about sports – the olympics is always fun, even the world cup managed to get your attention every now and then – but college sports? you can't say you ever really cared. but living in a college town for 2 years and counting is starting to change all that.

ellie being one of the stars on the team is really a treat – her teammates don't let it get to her head and they clown on her every chance they get. unfortunately, they have a bad habit of horsing around, which would be fine if it weren't for the fact that it impacts you as a bystander, who happens to sit by the edge of the court. and, of course, it would be fine if it weren't for the fact that the ball has to hit you in the head before anyone has a chance to yell "look out!" you're not dead, or dying, so you kind of swat away any hands that try to grab you. your hand is pressing into your head where the ball hit you, and the pounding is definitely going to be felt for the rest of day and night. how joyous, truly, to be honored with such– "hey," a voice calls, "could you– move your hand, c'mon–" "–i'm fine, dude, really–" you answer quickly, looking up to squint at ellie who tries to reach for you. "you're bleeding, so i'm not sure that counts as 'fine'." you curse under your breath, pulling your hand away from your head to check the damage. some blood is smudged over your fingers and you sigh, partly because of fatigue and partly because your mom's gonna overreact when you call her later and say something like– "you should really be more aware of your surroundings." you immediately glare at ellie who only sports a sarcastic grin, hair pulled back in a low and short pony tail. she offers you a towel for your head, and you wipe your hand before pressing it to the small wound. your eyebrow twitches in vague annoyance, but you do find it amusing. "for someone who is supposedly the number one draft pick, i'd assumed your hand-eye coordination wouldn't be so shit." ellie barks out a laugh, head hanging as she chuckles. its nice– its usually a little hard for the others to make her laugh so this is a win for you. you chuckle, too, ignoring the throbbing in your head. ellie nods her head towards the nurse's station by the back of the gym. "c'mon, lets make sure you'll live through this." after helping you up, she pauses to make sure you're steady, then starts walking slowly with you. "i'm ellie, but i guess you knew that. can't say i know your name."

you snort, pressing the towel harder into your head.

"yeah, well, lets see what comes first: you figuring out my name or your hand-eye coordination."

[sinkuna]

I’ve read your three part Sukuna fic with pregnant reader and they’re soo cute and you write them so well! I also can’t help but imagine, after they eventually die, they get reincarnated into the modern world and fall in love with each other all over again (*cue Would You Fall In Love With Me Again from EPIC the musical*) aahh 💗

This is adorable, and Nonny I’m here to tell you I think about this ALL the time!!!

Legit i was debating on doing a timekskip ♡ the bad boy x flower shop sweetheart ♡ ♡ ♡ okay now you have me playing this song and ahhhh you have me thinking… (the song is perfect btw *smooches*

୨୧ — Imagine Sukuna reincarnated, his curse marks now intricate tattoos. His multiple eyes reduced to a normal penetrating glare, and despite having only two now, they still make others tremble. And there you are- his weakness, reincarnated as a flower shop owner with that same snow pure smile that once brought him to his knees.

The moment you both collide, petals scattering like memories between the two of you. "Watch where the fuck you’re go-," his snarl catches in his throat when those familiar eyes meet his…

He tries to avoid the pull of you, taking different routes past your shop, but always finding his motorcycle slowing when he catches glimpses of you arranging bouquets in the window.

Imagine it’s late at night at a gas station, and as he leans against his motorcycle he watches as a group of men corner you, his jaw clenching as he tries to ignore it. But, his body moves before his mind decides, "Oi," he growls, and the violence that follows is muscle memory from another life. His helmet flying through the air hitting the one who has a grip on your wrist, fists connecting with satisfying crunches as he tears through your assailants like he once tore through armies and the most powerful sorcerers. When it's over, he stands breathing heavily, blood on his knuckles that isn't his own.

"You're bleeding," you say softly, reaching for him without fear, just like you did lifetimes ago. And despite himself, despite his reputation, he finds himself offering you a ride to your flower shop, allowing you to tend his wounds with gentleness that makes his eyes soften, but only for moment.

Neither of you mention how right it feels when your fingers linger on his.

It would seem some souls are destined to find each other again and again. A bond too strong for even death to break ♡

[323cutie]

i’ve noticed how many biteable spots wy has (nose, neck, thighs, the HIP DIVOTS THAT I GUESS HE HAS) and i’m just worried one of these days someone is (consensually) gonna bite him a lot and leave marks. stay safe out there </3 -🫧

Hey so this is crazy and heartbreaking and miserable. but for the sake of going insane we're gonna talk about it!

i really think wooyo is possessive but in a fun playful way like. both of you know that neither of you are going anywhere (absolutely wrapped around each others fingers) but still... it's nice to let everyone know who you belong to and vice versa. hehe.

just imagining a pretty wooyoung on your bed, wrists tied together with one of your belts -- hands out of the way so you can leave whatever marks you want all over him <3. ohhh and all the little noises he'd make... kissing and sucking gorgeous purple bruises into the skin all over his chest and tummy, listening to his gasps and whines and the dirty words he can't hold back. hes not above begging, either.

running your tongue over those hip divots is what gets him really desperate though. so close but not close enough... "please, baby," he pleads, hips bucking up under your body. "need you so fucking bad, please, touch me."

you could, or you could play with him a little more. running a hand over the tent in his pants, a barely there touch, you say, "like this?"

"h-harder," wooyoung answers immediately, voice tight. "fuck, babe. you're gonna kill me. let me fuck you, yeah? please?"

you hum, pressing your lips together like you're thinking even though you've already made your decision. "...maybe later," you answer after a moment of silence, grinning at the whimper that leaves wooyoung's lips. you lean up just to nip at the tip of his nose. "hold still until i'm done and i'll let you do whatever you want to me."

[dangerpronebuddie]

Buddie ““Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?”

For you, lovely!

“Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?” Buck fumbles the spatula he’s washing, dropping it back into the sink with a splash that gets his shirt wet. “Uh… what?” He can’t possibly have heard that correctly. Eddie only repeats the question. Buck can feel his eyes on him, sees from his periphery how Eddie props his hip against the counter and tilts his head just a little. Buck knows that head tilt way too well. Eddie has always had the ability to see right through him, and that head tilt only tells Buck there’s no use trying to hide it. And he’s been so careful about it. For years. He thought maybe Eddie knew all this time and just didn’t say anything. Didn’t think it meant anything. But it did. It does. Buck doesn’t even know how it started happening. That in itself is a lie. He’ll never forget how it started. He’ll never forget watching Eddie sleep in a dim hospital room after thirty feet of freezing mud tried to steal him away. How he couldn’t quite believe that Eddie was still there, with him, snoring softly beneath a truly impressive mountain of blankets. He’ll never forget how he leaned over, pressing a featherlight kiss to Eddie’s temple, not willing to admit he just needed a little more proof Eddie was still here. He’ll never forget the little sigh Eddie let out in sleep, the furrow in his brow smoothing out. And he didn’t mean to do it again, a matter of months later, when he and Eddie ended up sharing his bed through quarantine. But they were both missing Christopher, Eddie most of all, and each night after their facetime with the best kid in the world, Eddie would fall asleep with that furrow in his brow again. Buck’s heart ached, watching Eddie drift into a fitful sleep those first few nights. He just didn’t know how to help him. So, he’d wait for Eddie to fall asleep, their legs entangled, and press a kiss to his forehead. Eddie would let out that little sigh, and the furrow would smooth out, and he’d wind himself tighter around Buck. It made Buck feel selfish, despite telling himself each night that it was for Eddie. And it just kept happening. It became almost habit, if Buck was being honest with himself (which he more often than not wasn’t). It just became another act of affection, just for them. As familiar and comforting as Eddie’s hand on his hip or his back or his shoulder. Any time Buck found Eddie asleep, he’d bend to press the softest kiss to Eddie’s temple, his forehead, on the rare occasion his cheek. Eddie never brought it up. Buck never mentioned it. Until now. “I…” Buck doesn’t even know how to answer. He feels like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He tries to think of an explanation that would sound somewhere in the range of platonic, but all that comes out is “that’s the only time I’m allowed to kiss you.” “Buck,” Eddie says in that voice that never fails to bring him to his knees. Buck stares at the suds in the sink, not willing to face whatever Eddie's about to say. “Buck,” Eddie says again, much closer than before. His chest brushes Buck's arm. “Baby, look at me.” Buck's heart stutters in his chest. He has no choice but to look at Eddie, turning fully to face him. “You're allowed to kiss me anytime you want to,” Eddie says, his voice as soft as his eyes. Buck cups Eddie's cheek, but instead of giving in to the temptation that is Eddie's lips curled into a smile, he presses a kiss- as delicate and featherlight as the hundreds, maybe thousands before- to Eddie's forehead. Instead of the little sigh that usually accompanies it, Eddie’s breath catches. He looks up at Buck in awe, though from the kiss or Buck's stupidity, he doesn't know. “Buck,” he says again as he cups the back of Buck’s neck. “Be selfish with me.” Buck's been selfish with Eddie since that first kiss. And still, somehow, Eddie wants him to take more. Buck can't help but lean down and press their lips together, something inside him finally settling as Eddie lets out that little sigh.

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[teddybeartoji]

imagine laying on top of toji while he's watching some lame sports match or show like an old man and rubbing the stubble forming on his jaw with your hand. he got lazy to shave for one day and it's already like this so ofc you'll get curious!! and it's very relaxing to bother him when there's nothing to do...

"have you ever tried growing a beard out?" and then he'll just answer you with a grunt. something special about him being an old grump i'm going to bite him

NONNIEEEE!!!! TOJI THE OLD MAN TOJI THE GRUMP MY BELOVED!!!!!!! btw i loooooove toji and his stupid old man shows – top gear, two and a half men, prison break, the mentalist (???) etc etc. and aside from the various sports matches, he also loves to watch wwe lmao.

toji absolutely adores when you "annoy" him. his one hand is resting under his head while the other holds the tv remote, and he is doing his Best to not look at you. you look like a pup, staring at him with curious eyes. the prickly feeling of his stubble is making your nose scrunch up every so often and thinks you're just so cute like this. he just grumbles at your questions but you don't mind. you refuse to stop pestering him.

you're tracing your fingers over his earlobes asking whether he'd ever get a piercing; you gently pull at his cheeks, so he's making a funny face and it's so entertaining. you're quite literally using him as a stim toy.

you press an open-mouthed kiss to the junction of his neck and he groans at your antics. but. he cannot hide the smirk that's stretching onto his lips. he drops the remote and moves to squish your cheeks instead. "y'r ridiculous."

"yaluvit." your words are coming out all slurred, his hold on you making it hard to speak properly.

he hums and you feel his whole body vibrate. you melt even further into him. the laugh track plays in the background and he takes his hand from your face. you pucker your lips at him, asking for a kiss with a big grin. but you're just met with a palm against your mouth and now it's your turn to grumble at him.

he's already so smug, proud to be pestering you back. but not for long. because when your warm, wet tongue slides against his palm, he's actually Yelping out. and you use the moment to grab his wrist and stop him from pulling away. sinking your teeth into the side of his hand, he stares at you amusedly.

"are ya a dog?"

"maybe."

there are teeth marks in his skin when you finally let him go and he doesn't waste a second to pinch your side. "behave."

"whatever." you mutter back, your attention back on his cactus-like chin. your soft fingers trail over his skin and he kind of hates to admit that he wants to kiss you stupid right now.

[megalomaniacz]

i love ur fics sm!! its my bday today and i was wondering if u could do a drabble on fem reader riding ellies strap. i can just imagine ellie getting absolutely pussy drunk on the sight alone.

happy birthday beautiful angel!

you’re so right about her getting pussy drunk. she’d be in a daze, fucking drooling all over herself watching the way it slides in and out of your cunt, the slick coating on the strap plus the way you clench on it would drive her up a wall. hands gripping onto your waist, guiding your hips up and down and back and forth. letting out a low “atta girl.” that sounds like she choked back a moan to get it out.

and there’d definitely be moments where she bucks up into you just to hear you moan and watch your body fall into hers. hands gripping onto her shoulders for some sort of balance. barely being able to catch your breath because you feel so fucking good. and she lovesssss making you feel so fucking good. eyes low while she bites her lip.

“you look so pretty on top babe. why don’t you be a good girl and make a beautiful mess for me to clean up?”

all while her hand slips down to spread your slick all over your clit, rubbing teasing circles. pushing you closer to the edge.

[deunmiu-dessie]

you’ve done it again, but i must ask… does ahn’thu get reader her cat back? (that stayed on my mind even while getting plowed by an alien lmao)

♡♡𝆬 nonnie! my dove! hehe--- i like to believe he does. ahn'thu is quite literally wrapped around your finger whether you believe it or not. the two of you stay in the clearing for a week or so and when ahn'thu tells you it's time to leave, you have to throw a fit. ૮₍´˶• . • ⑅ ₎ა ₊˚⊹♡🫧— 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑒

"we need to go back and get mr. cuddles. i'm not leaving earth without him." ˙◠˙

ahn'thu expresses his agitation through trills as you turn away from him, crossing your arms and pouting with puffed cheeks.

despite your attempt to give him the silent treatment, it doesn't have the desired effect. ♡

it's only when you stop eating that he finally gives in, understanding the depth of your attachment to your beloved cat. (it's easy to find mr. cuddles as he's splayed out on your destroyed couch.)

and you're absolutely ecstatic, jumping into his arms and nuzzling your face into his chest when he comes back to the ship with your black and white tabby cat. ˙ᵕ˙

you're undeterred by his claims of finding the cat annoying, and his cute little grumbles as you kiss all over his face. ( he loves it )

especially when mr. cuddles curls up in ahn'thu's arms, purring in contentment.

[nottivagos]

ballet anon here!

can you imagine smth like ballet!reader taking him to studio to get him "out of his dirt for awhile." there he's helping her turn and all. but when she does dèveloppé (basically leg above head sideways) he gets hard. and fucks her in that position. or telling her to hold the arabesque position while he fingers her.

🩰—

🩰, this has altered my brain chemistry. i'm not going to lie, i'd like to think that lando definitely had a thing for you when he decided to sneak into his college's dance/ballet exhibition because he was bored, and ever since he's tried to get you alone, so he can watch you dancing.

so when you do finally ask, he's practically jumping off of his bed, fumbling to get his shoes on, basically urging you to the college dance studio.

at first, i'd like to think that he is just admiring you. maybe in the perverted way, watching how your legs stretch, wondering what it would be like to get you in a splits whilst you sit on a dildo, and he can feel himself getting slightly hard from his own fantasies.

but then when you sweetly ask him for assistance? holy shit he's fully gone. hard length pressing against your ass as you stand in first position, resting for a while. then he's murmuring in your ear to ignore him, which at this point your cheeks are flushed with embarrassment, but you decide to ignore him, getting into the développé position.

after that, the rest is history as one of his hands covers your mouth after he rips your panties down your thighs, pushing his own jeans down his legs and freeing his angry cock from his boxers, before taking you in the studio there and then. <3

[krirebr]

In LBAL when Bambi starts settling and coming into the ~loving Curtis’s job of it all ~ will Curtis give her a new nickname?

Oh, I love this question! And I had some thoughts. I hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Mob enforcer!Curtis Everett x female reader (from Luck Be a Lady)

Word Count: ~650

Dividers by @thecutestgrotto

Warnings: Mob AU, references to smut, references to violence, references to criminal activity, light angst All of my work is 18+ - Minors DNI

You're at the club the first time it occurs to you. You've actually gotten Curtis out on the dance floor, a rare break from holding court with Andy in the VIP section. He's got a beer in one hand, the other snaked around your pelvis from behind, holding you tight as he grinds against your back. "Bambi," he growls into your ear.

You pause your movement as the thought hits you, just for a moment. Bambi. That babe in the woods. Is that really who you are anymore? You look around at the club that's become a second home, the now-familiar guards that pepper the perimeter, the VIP section up above that houses the most feared man on the coast, a man that some days you would go as far as to call a friend. You see the world so much more clearly now. You understand how it all works. The person you were the first time he called you that feels so far away.

But then Curtis's hand drifts a little lower. His grinds become a little firmer. His breathing gets a little heavier. All thoughts about anything but how his body feels against yours fly out of your head.

The next time you think of it, you're kneeling on the bathroom floor in the home you share with Curtis, bandaging up his hand as he sits on the closed toilet seat. He'd split his knuckles open on some thug's cheekbone earlier in the night. He's debriefing with Andy on speaker phone, strategizing next steps. Neither of them are concerned about how much you might overhear. Some scared little Bambi wouldn't do this, would she?

You're collapsed on the bed, Curtis breathing heavily above you, holding himself up only enough to make sure you aren't crushed, as you both come down from your orgasms. He tucks his head into your neck and breathes out, "Bambi," into your skin.

It's only because your brain hasn't fully come back online yet that you ask, "Why do you still call me that?"

He pauses his nuzzling and slowly draws back so he can look you in the eye. "Huh?"

"Bambi. Why do you–" You take a breath. You don't know why you're suddenly so emotional, but this feels important. "Is that how you still see me? You said, that first night, that I was just getting my legs under me. Haven't I done that now? Haven't I shown you? I belong here now, don't I? Haven't I proven that?"

He looks down at you, confused. "What else am I supposed to call you?"

"I don't know, my actual name, maybe?"

He immediately scowls at that and you let out an irritated huff in response. He isn't taking you seriously.

But he clearly sees your annoyance and sobers. He's quiet as he searches your face, gathers his words. "Bambi," he starts, "is what I named you. I did it to show everyone, including you, that you were mine. I did it to show you that you do belong here, with me, wherever I am. It's not something for you to outgrow, or to prove. It's my name for you, because you're mine, only mine. You'll never belong to anyone else, be called anything else. Just my Bambi. Forever."

He carefully leans down to place the gentlest kiss on your forehead, then shifts his weight onto one forearm so that he can use his other hand to stroke your cheek. The look in his eyes is so serious that you don't dare doubt him. As always, it takes your breath away. It isn't just the words he said, but the ones he didn't, too. This name, the act of giving it to you, was a promise, not just that you'd always belong to him, but that he'd belong to you, too. How could you ever want to be called something else?

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[captain-hawks]

Happy holidays, Dee!!! 🎄

So glad all your travels went well! If I may, for the holiday sprint 🎁: Sakura + kissing in the snow?

Thank you!! 🩵

bambi 🎀 sakura haruka x reader

In which Sakura struggles to juggle his feelings alongside your unsteady feet in the snow.

1k — fluff, flirting, first kiss, aged up sakura

“Do you not own boots?” 

Sakura’s voice is gruff when he automatically reaches out to grasp your forearm the moment you start to lose your balance. Again.

As he’s been doing repeatedly for the past fifteen minutes every time the flat soles of your shoes have rebelled against the snowy surface of the sidewalk on your trek home.

It’s endearing, really. Despite the annoyed front he’s been putting on. 

He’s quick to let go—no surprises there—stuffing his hands back into his pockets with a scowl on his face and a dusting of pink traversing his cheeks. You tuck your face sideways into the hood of your jacket to hide your smile. 

He turns his attention back to Suo and Nirei, both of whom have a whole block on the two of you at this point thanks to your far slower pace.

And yet here Sakura is with you—

“You’re not wearing any either,” you counter, glancing down at his sneakers.

Sakura looks from you to his own feet, his pretty eyes blinking several times before he deadpans, “Because I don’t turn into Bambi the second the ground gets a little wet.”

You shrug, “If I’m Bambi, then you’re Flower.”

He pauses, blanching. “Isn’t Flower the skunk?”

Looping your right arm in his left, you tug Sakura forward to continue walking—and if he minds, he doesn’t protest. 

“Yeah, he’s cute, and shy. And he blushes whenever someone shows him affection.”

A strangled noise crawls up his throat. “I don’t—”

“Also the hair. Obviously.”

You shoot him a grin, and Sakura’s jaw works as a furious flush spreads down his neck. His lips part, readying a retort, but it’s at that moment that your lack of attention to the ground below sends your feet flying out from underneath you. 

And because you’re holding on to him, Sakura loses his balance and slips, too.

You feel your body jolt to the right as Sakura does the only thing he can do, which is pulling you toward a far softer landing in a snowdrift. 

The snow crunches beneath your bodies as you fall—or, well, Sakura’s body.

You land directly on top of him.

Sakura groans, squirming at the feeling of your hot breath tickling his neck as you laugh into the crook of his shoulder. 

“Are you alright?” he grunts, hands gently patting your back and shoulders like he doesn’t know what else to do with them but still feels compelled to do something.

“You’re more comfortable than you look,” you tease, lifting your head so that you’re looking down at him.

His eyes go slightly wide as the misty cloud from your breath meets his, tangling in the cold winter air.

“Please get boots,” he sighs, closing his eyes and dragging a hand through his hair.

Reaching out, you idly toy with a lock of his black and white strands, and he swallows. 

“You’re probably going to have to come shopping with me so I don’t slip again,” you mirror his sigh.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, he inhales and exhales slowly before responding. “At this rate, I’ll die on the way there.”

You offer him a little shrug in turn. “I mean, I guess I could ask Suo or Nirei to come…or maybe Umemiya would want to go.”

Lips curling upward in a coy smile, you watch Sakura try and fail to hide the reaction that begs its way across his still-red face. 

“No, I’ll take you.”

The conviction in his voice does something funny to your insides, and you’d worry about him feeling the way it sets your heart thudding in your chest, if not for all of the layers of clothes between you.

Right, you’re still on top of him.

“Sorry, I should—”

“Wait, let me—”

The snow drift’s instability makes itself known as the two of you both try to get up at the same time, and you find yourself buried under a cold coating of said snow with Sakura on top of you this time.

He gasps around a mouthful of snow. “Shit.”

Giggling, you reach up to brush away the rogue snowflakes that cling to his hair, and he catches your hand, eyes narrowing. 

“Okay, also, you need to get gloves, too, honestly—” 

He’s cut off by the sudden press of your mouth against his.

You’ve been dancing around something with Sakura for weeks. Months. 

Something that leaves your heart dancing an unsteady beat every time you catch him staring when he thinks you’re not paying attention.

Something that leaves your fingers itching to grab his every time he goes out of his way to walk you home.

Something that nearly has you fisting your hand in the collar of his shirt to kiss him with each and every little peek of poorly-masked jealousy that you drag out of him. 

Sakura makes a noise, and you murmur the only thing you can think of against his lips, “My face is cold.”

His mouth rests against yours, not quite kissing you back, but also not pulling away. “Do we need to get you a mask, too?”

You thread your fingers with his, and he curls his own against your knuckles. Honey-thick warmth seeps through your ribcage.

“I think this works, too.”

You tilt your chin upward slightly, his top lip catching between your own. Slowly, you let your tongue slide along it, and Sakura inhales sharply.

“Haruka,” you murmur, so quietly that it’s hardly more than another huff of condensation in the air. 

But he hears it.

He hears it, because suddenly he’s kissing you back.

Sakura’s other hand cups your jaw as his lips slot against yours. In turn, you go pliant beneath his touch, your own fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck. He makes another sound, but this one sounds far more pleased than bewildered as you swallow it.

More snow continues to fall, and the wind howls as it dances through the streets. His face is cold, and your toes are going numb. But his mouth is warm and soft—

—and his tongue is hot and slick and eager when he parts the seam of your lips and deepens the kiss—

A car honks loudly from somewhere nearby, and Sakura pulls away suddenly, breathing hard as he stares down at you.

You shiver.

“...we’re finding you a better jacket, too,” he grouses, reaching down and zipping yours the rest of the way up to your chin. 

[ellierium]

I saw your post about the requests and wanted to ask if you'd be open to writing something about y/n calling her huge dom girlfriend abby her pretty princess after abby being used to being called handsome, buff, or masculine compliments in general if you catch my drift :)

hey y'all. long time no fuckin' see. thank u for the ask, nonnie! cw: nsfw!

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abby's not expecting it, for the most part. thinks she's heard all the compliments you've had to give⎯ handsome, my prince, my knight⎯ and you do deviate from those compliments sometimes. not very often, but enough to give it some variety. and, honestly, that's probably why you get the reaction that you do get.

you didn't think much of it⎯ abby's probably the most masc lesbian you've ever been with, and she seemed to have her preferences to what she liked to be complimented with. she never complained, and you never asked, and it'd been fine. but, for whatever reason, you couldn't help but start to look at her and think, such a pretty girl.

you'd slipped up a few times, too. couldn't quite help it because she'd always looked so good after a workout or a shower. a mumbled little, "my pretty girl." under your breath that her ears just barely picked up. she'd give you a little smile and a kiss on the forehead before going about her day, but you could see that little dazed look on her face. you'd only hoped it was a good thing.

it's during one of those rare moments where abby where relax enough against the sheets and let you have her way with her. those rare moments where you get to make her come undone all over your mouth, and the sight is beautiful. muscles tense, flexing, relaxing⎯ her back arching to get her hips closer to your face, and it's a rush of power every time. something about having abby⎯ taller, bigger⎯ under you, falling apart because of you, has your head clouding. getting to treat like a pillow princess is a thrill, and maybe that's why it slips out so easily.

your head between her strong thighs, her hand on the back of your head, and your hands gripping her hips. licking at her clit, then pressing kisses to her cunt as you come up for air. abby's mouth parted around short puffs of air, her eyes closed and just a bit of drool pooling at the corner of her mouth. soft dirty blonde hair in a braid over her shoulder, and you can't help but sigh at the sight of her. "my pretty princess," you breathe, face wet with her slick, "so beautiful."

the reaction isn't something you thought you'd get out of her, but it happened anyway. a little hitch in her breath, her eyelashes fluttering before she looks down at you, and she's letting out a whimper.

"fuck." it's almost a given that she doesn't let you out of bed for the rest of the night. multiple orgasms on your tongue and the same treatment for you, too, but under the agreement that you keep calling her your pretty princess. and you're more than happy to oblige, yeah?