#drabble spicy

[meiplays]

“Those Stupid F🎀cking Hello Kitty Shorts”

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟖 𝐨𝐟 “𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲”

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐭! 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞.

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Summary: Negan finds her laying in his bed, wearing his shirt... and those damn Hello Kitty shorts she knew would get him worked up. He can't help himself. And by morning, neither can she.

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Warnings: SFW but suggestive/spicy, possessive Negan, tension, implied intimacy, dominant energy, soft aftercare, fluff hidden under filth, established relationship, Negan being cocky, Hello Kitty apparel slander (affectionate)

Tags: Negan x Reader, Sanctuary era, spicy drabble, soft smut energy without explicit content, fluff with tension, power dynamics, Daryl mention, morning after softness, post-chapter snippet

It all started with those stupid hello kitty shorts.

She thought she’d slipped in unnoticed.

The Sanctuary was still as dusk, the concrete halls quiet under her boots. She left Negan’s bike parked right outside like it hadn’t just carried her recklessly through backroads in the dark. Like it wasn’t his favorite. Like she wasn’t his favorite.

She crept through the door to their room, the chandelier above casting a low amber glow. That golden light kissed the high industrial walls and swept shadows across the leather couches and the edge of his massive bed. Their dog barely stirred from his curled-up spot at the foot of it, and neither did she. Not when she dropped her clothes, pulled on his shirt — worn soft, smelling like smoke and leather — and slipped under the sheets in nothing but those goddamn Hello Kitty shorts.

Negan saw the whole thing.

He’d just gotten back from a patrol of his own, eyes still sharp from hunting for her. Damien had snitched — “Saw her take your bike, man. Out past the gates. Didn’t look like an accident.” — and that was enough to make Negan burn. But seeing her like this? Relaxed. Tempting. Smirking in her sleep, like she knew exactly what he’d do?

That was hotter than hell.

He kicked the door shut behind him with a low chuckle.

“You got a fuckin’ death wish wearin’ those?” he growled, crawling up on the bed beside her. His voice alone made the dog lift his head — then immediately go back to sleep, knowing better.

She stirred, still half-asleep, until his fingers found her throat in a gentle but firm grip. He leaned in, smirking, that infamous tongue licking the corner of his mouth as he dragged his lips along her neck.

“Mm... Negan?” she whispered, eyes fluttering.

“Damn right it’s me,” he said, teeth scraping the shell of her ear. “You wanna tell me why you thought stealin’ my ride and struttin’ back in like a fuckin’ brat was smart?”

She blinked, dazed and breathless. “You weren’t here…”

His laugh was low and dangerous. “And you decided to play bad girl. Thought I wouldn’t find out? Damien saw you. Ran his damn mouth.”

He slid between her thighs, his head resting right in the soft dip of her chest, arms wrapping around her like a vice.

“Could’ve killed you for makin’ me worry,” he muttered against her skin. “But fuck… you looked so goddamn hot.”

She ran her fingers through his dark curls, tugging him closer.

“Next time you take my bike,” he murmured, voice rough, “you better be prepared for what comes after.”

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The next morning…

She winced a little when she moved.

Her legs felt like jelly. Every shift of the sheets made her blush harder.

Negan stood by the sink shirtless, brushing his teeth, grinning like the devil himself. He tossed her toothbrush toward her with two fingers.

“C’mon, sweetheart. Open wide,” he said with a wink. “We both know your mouth needs refreshin’ after last night.”

She groaned and threw a pillow at him, but still waddled over. He pulled her into his chest and gently guided her hand while she brushed. It was silly. Intimate.

He kissed her temple once she rinsed, trailing soft kisses down her jaw.

“That's my girl,” he murmured, arms wrapping around her waist. “You were so damn good for me. So good, baby…”

Her head dropped against his chest.

“You’re cocky this morning,” she mumbled.

He chuckled, voice rough from sleep. “Damn right. You see the way you’re walkin’? That’s mine, baby. You’re mine.”

She glanced up, breath catching.

He looked like he wanted to say something more — something bigger. But instead, he kissed her slow. Deep. Like she was still wearing those stupid fucking Hello Kitty shorts, and he was still losing his mind over it.

And maybe he was.

...

[zevrra]

—cherry red

virgin!choso who’s never even had his first kiss and he wants nothing more than to experience these uncharted waters with you and only you.

“stick out your tongue a little.” you whisper against his lips after a few heated moments of making out. he’s dazed, chasing after your lips, dark eyes full of lust glancing across your face; seeking for what you want. but he does as you say, letting you kiss him even deeper than before. moans into your mouth with a lift of his hips. already hard and needy. he wants you to touch him more and more, tight and stiff in the pants he wears.

“please. i can’t. i’m—“ he cries into your mouth as your palm finds the tent between his legs. you barely wrap your hand around his cock, stroking upwards towards the head, before he’s cumming beneath your touch. whines and thrusts into your hand that is still curled around him, stuttering through his premature orgasm.

he’s panting, mumbling a soft and sweet sorry, as he leans back against your couch when he comes down from his high. and the sight of him, messy and disheveled, is enough to keep your hand moving. faster and faster against his pants to stiffen him up and drag him into overstimulation, watching tears build at the corners of his eyes as he begs you to stop.

he doesn’t mean it. keep using him to your heart’s content. he fucking loves it.

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

Feelings Thawed

Character; Cater Diamond

Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, pining, ice skating (to various degrees of success)

Word Count; 650+

Author's Note; This is a present/thank you to my mutual @i-like-forgs. I hope you enjoy this ice skating scene with Cater, and that you get to skate soon!

As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

The brisk wind bit at your nose, and you pulled up your scarf, trying to keep away the offending wind. Around you it was a winter wonderland, all made possible in the temperate conditions thanks to Cater, who was filming you skating around on the frozen pond’s surface.

“You know,” you hollered, making sure that you caught his attention, “you should join me! It’s fun!” You came to a stop by the pond’s edge, where Cater was standing with a large thermos.

Cater just shot you a wink, handing you the thermos. “This is for you though, silly!” 

He was deflecting, you could tell; behind that bright and cheery smile that he always seemed to wear around others, you knew when there was something off with Cater. You accepted the thermos though, and took a sip of the spicy apple cider, still piping hot.

You gave him a look and pulled lightly on his coat sleeve. “Yes, but it’s more fun with others, come on Cater!” You stepped back onto the ice, and slowly skated near him, waiting with an eager smile.

He looked at you, and then back at the ice, but he stayed standing in the light snow, shooting you that smile. “But I can’t take photos if I’m out there with you!” He scratched at the back of his neck.

Liar. “Cater,” you looped back around and stepped onto the bank, balancing on your skates, “do you not know how to skate?”

Cater’s smile turned sheepish, and his ‘ahahaha, looks like my gig is up’ chuckle made its appearance. He had been found out. “Never got the chance to,” he hid his face slightly in his scarf, either to keep the cold at bay or to hide that his cheeks were turning pink. “So I’d just slow ya down.”

You took his hand into yours, “Well, I could teach you if you wanted. Just a warning though, you’re gonna fall on your butt a lot, might get a few bruises.”

Cater looked down at your entwined hands. Mittens and gloves separated your skin from touching one another, but Cater could swear that he could feel the sensation nonetheless through the layers of fabric.

“You would? Even if I pull you down with me?” 

The last question wasn’t just about the ice skating; Cater didn’t want to force you to do anything that you didn’t want to… and that included being his friend. His heart seemed to whisper stronger emotions though, but he didn’t want to ruin what the two of you had.

You walked him out to the ice, and the both of you swiftly fell down on the ice, hard. But you just laughed and got right back up again, “Well, we did just fall. There isn’t anything scary about falling down; yes it stings and might leave a gnarly bruise, but in order to move forward we have to fall and get back up. So yes, is what I guess I’m saying.”

Cater looked up at you, the sun illuminating you and the snow glittered behind you. You were holding your hand out again, waiting for him. And Cater took your hand. 

It took him a while to get the hang of it, and he fell down quite a bit, but every time he fell down you helped him back up. And by the time that the sun was setting in the west, the both of you were cold, and both were going to wake up tomorrow with some bruises. It was fun though, which is all that mattered… but that whisper in Cater’s heart was by now singing, and maybe he would listen to it, but for now, he was happy with how the way things were, and he wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world, especially with how much you had smiled today. Your smile and knowing that you had fun with him was enough.

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Tags; @eynnwwyjth, @ithseem, @krenenbaker, @silvers-numberonefan, @twistwonderlanddevotee, @xxoomiii

[xavistarlight]

Kitchen countertops

Pairing : Xavier x fem!reader

CW : nsfw , smut , they’re both madly in love with each other

Thinking about Xavier who always calls you when something’s gone wrong with a recipe he’s trying to make.

Knowing that you helping him in the kitchen always ends up with your ass on the kitchen counter, and his face buried in the sweet surrender of your cunt.

“ holy fuck , my star.. cunts sweeter than any dessert I’ve had in my life “ he says as his tounge does laps over your puffy folds.

You whimper tightening your grip on his ash colored locks, “ xavier… baby please” the tight coil in your stomach slowly but surely unraveling with pleasure.

“ use your words my love , gotta know exactly what you want, what this perfect pussy craves “

“ needs.. ngh.. your tounge— needs you “

You’re at the point of panting so hard you can’t even get full sentences out every other word is a desperate plea of how bad your body craves Xavier.

Just as you’re about to complete a coherent sentence Xavier picks up the pace , tounge doing lap after lap at a speed you didn’t even know was possible.

Xavier.. Cant hold it in anymore .. can’t—

“ let it all out princess , just for me “

The once tight coil has completely unraveled sending shivers of pleasure through your whole body , consuming every thought. You hand grips Xavier’s hair with a tight force forcing him closer into your cunt.

Your orgasm hits you in ways you’ve never felt before , you cry out in sheer pleasure as you squirt all over him. Soaking in face, his hair the counter below you.

Xavier Lifts his head with the sparkliest eyes you’ve ever seen , batting his eyelashes like he’s just discovered a fantasy land.

“ did so perfect for me starlight , pretty girl squirting all over my face” as he grabs the kitchen towel next to you.

Leaving wet kisses all over your sweaty forehead and brushing the hair out of your face

“ was it too much baby ? Need my star girl to be okay “

“ it was.. perfect “ you reply completely in a daze vision slowly coming back from seeing stars you turn your head to the stove.

And just as you do the smoke alarm goes off

“ XAVIER?! THE FOOD”

[starrystevie]

18+ | cw: improper use of plumping lipgloss, mentions of alcohol, oral sex, it's steddie endgame i promise | crossposted on twitter

it’s no secret, steve likes making out. likes isn’t a strong enough word. he loves making out. loves grabbing hold of someone and pulling them close, loves laying over them on a couch, on a bed, hips just barely moving as he takes them apart with lips and teeth and tongue.

that doesn’t change once he’s had a few drinks either, body tingling with tequila or vodka or something equally strong that has his inhibitions thrown to the wind. he’s always able to find someone willing to dance with him, hips pressed together and arms wrapped around shoulders.

it’s usually girls, pretty things with pretty hair that draw steve in like a punch drunk happy moth to an overzealous flame. they’ll turn their heads with a flirty shy smile and follow him out to the dance floor before pressing up tight against his front.

they’ll curl their fingers into his where they rest low on their hips and keep him close. they’ll drop their heads onto his shoulder and let their breath ghost over the side of his face until he gets the all too obvious hint.

steve likes making out on a dance floor. no, not likes.

loves.

that is until his lips are covered in sticky, sweet lip gloss and he’s pulling away because his tongue is on fire, tingling from something other than alcohol and the thrill of being in a pretty girl’s mouth.

“what is that?” he yells into her ear over the bumping bass.

“sorry,” the girl says sheepishly, “it’s my lipgloss. it plumps my lips.”

she goes back in to kiss steve once more and he isn’t exactly going to deny her. her lips are pretty just like her, plump and shiny and all too inviting, so he kisses her back. the gloss is spicy on the cracks of his lips, on the tip of his tongue when he he pulls her lip in between his teeth. it’s addictive in a way. he wonders if his own lips will plump up from the contact alone.

later, when they say their drawn out goodbyes outside of the club, he’ll ask to borrow the lip gloss since his night isn’t over yet. she’ll pull it out with a grin and apply it so sweetly to her own lips and then to his. her touch is gentle and precise before she puts the tube back in her purse and then connects their lips for a final time.

steve likes to make out. no, not likes.

loves.

so he goes to a bar around the corner, robin hot on his coat tails with some blonde she picked up attached to her side, and he’ll order a vodka soda that he can sip through a straw so he doesn’t destroy his pretty glossed lips. the bar is grungy, but steve almost prefers that, able to blend into smoky shadows and dark corners while he watches the crowd.

while he watches someone in the crowd watch him back.

he has wild curly hair and handcuffs on his belt and steve swears he’s staring at his lips and the way the light is bouncing off of the gloss, but he isn’t too sure. not until there’s wild curly hair and handcuffs on a belt standing right in front of him.

steve has a different confidence with guys. maybe it’s because he has to read them a little differently. maybe its because he gets read by them a little differently, too. but flirting is flirting all the same and steve finds himself biting at his lip and licking away some of the spicy lip gloss with a wince as it burns the inside of his mouth.

curly hair handcuff guy is cuter once they start talking for a while, all animated and vibrant, a bright shiny beacon in a dingy bar. he finds out his name is eddie with a lingering handshake that means something, fingers trailing and tingling like they had a spice to them, too.

they don’t dance, but they do end up out back, sharing a cigarette as drunk people stumble around them. it’s easy enough for eddie to light, flame from the lighter sparking in his big, brown eyes.

“so steve,” he says, flicker of some other kind of spark in his eye, “where to?”

and steve knows how to do this part. he grabs the cigarette out of eddie’s mouth and puffs on it himself, blowing the smoke over his head. “is it too forward to say i don’t think i can last much longer without getting my mouth on you?”

eddie grins and lets his eyes flit down. “no. is it too forward for me to say that i’d let you do anything to me, mouth or otherwise?”

he takes the cigarette back and steve can see his trace left behind on the filter, can see when the hint of gloss hits eddie’s lips if the wrinkle of his eyebrows is anything to go off of.

he doesn’t say anything, just winks over at steve. he doesn’t say anything, just drags him into a taxi. he doesn’t say anything, just wraps a hand high over steve’s thigh, just pushes steve up against his apartment wall, just fumbles over handcuffs and pushes down his jeans.

steve likes making out. no, not likes.

loves.

if he loves making out, then he really fucking craves giving head. he feels like a cartoon animal with hearts popping out of his head as he pulls eddie’s cock out of his briefs. he licks his lips like he’s starving and regrets it when the gloss singes his tongue.

steve looks up from his knees and swipes a finger over his lips, holding it up high for eddie to see. “taste it,” he whispers.

eddie’s eyes widen, but he obediently bends his neck, tongue lolling out so he can lap at steve’s finger. “your lip gloss is spicy,” eddie says flatly as he recoils.

steve nods. “and it’s going on your cock unless you say otherwise.”

which is how steve finds himself turning eddie into a writhing mess. his hands hold onto the backs of eddie’s shaking knees as he works over his cock. his hair stings as eddie tugs on the strands. his eyes water as he sucks him in deeper and deeper into his throat, spicy lipgloss tingly on his tongue and cheeks.

“you are a fucking wonder,” eddie whines, hips humping as he grinds himself further into steve’s mouth. “just fucking made for this, huh?”

steve pulls off and spits on his cock to jack his hand over it as he pulls the head to his lips. he rubs the sensitive tip over his lips just to watch eddie twitch.

“you have no idea.”

he blows a line of cool air over the gloss that’s left there and drinks in the way eddie’s eyes roll back in his head before swallowing him back down, reveling in the spice that hits the back of his throat as he does so.

when eddie comes, he pulls steve off so he can paint his pretty, puffy, plump lips with it, dragging his cock over them to make a mess. it’s not a surprise when steve licks it off, spicy and salty and a special kind of sweet that he thinks is all eddie. he leans up to place a kiss into the thatch of hair over eddie’s cock, smearing behind come and shiny lip gloss.

“you gonna wait for me to come in my pants or can i go fuck you?”

steve likes making out. no, not likes.

loves.

and he loves giving eddie head. and he loves fucking eddie. and he loves waking up with a spicy, sticky residue on the side of his cheek after falling asleep with his head on eddie’s chest.

and maybe, just maybe, he’ll love eddie someday, too.

[shouyuus]

ur fav who bought tickets to this fancy gala with his whole chest bc he promised he wanted to spoil you rotten and show you a good time but when he lays eyes on you wearing the slinky evening gown that he hand-picked for you, everything else disappears and all he can see is you and how gorgeous you look and suddenly, maybe he doesn't rly wanna go to this event after all, if it means other people will see you dressed like that -- no, no, no that won't do.

so he makes a show of fiddling with his tie till you come up to him, exasperated, to help, before he backs you up against the wall and presses a knee between your legs and just --

"what if we just stayed home instead?"

"huh? but didn't you say these tickets were impossible to get? and this dress cost a fortune!"

"yeah but... if we don't go -- we can take this dress off --" he reaches up to slip one of the thin straps from your shoulder, "and put it nice and neatly on the ground --" the other strap slips off, "so that it won't get all messed up."

"a-and what exactly do you think we'll be doing at this gala that might mess up this dress?"

him humming against your neck, trailing his lips along your skin, breathing in your freshly applied perfume with a thick groan.

"oh, i'm not talking about the gala, i'm talking about what i've got planned right here, right now."

[simp-thingz]

Thinking About…

Thinking about bunny hybrid Izuku! Who is just so grateful that you’ve taken him in after stumbling upon the poor bunny in a rainy bush. You’ve given him anything and everything he could ever want so it’s only fair that he gives you something too right? So after thinking it over in his tiny little bunny brain, he decided that the best thing he could give you was his seed. Unfortunately for him, he was so eager that he forgets that he eventually has to stop. So here you are, nearly five hours later, tears streaming down both your faces as he continues to fuck his cum into you despite the fact that neither of you can even speak anymore.

[plooto]

lo’ak is such a pussy eater . you think he’s doing this for your pleasure ? that’s cute .

doesn’t matter what time of day , if you’re not in a place where he can rip your tweng off , belive he is already trying to pull at the strings

-> “ c’mon baby , jus five minutes , they won’t even notice we’re gone.. ”

and they do . because it’s never just five minutes with lo’ak.

don’t never let him get you alone for a night - not ever - because he’s between your legs all night .

-> you’re pushing your hand against his head trying your best with your jelly-feeling arms .

-> “ t- too much lo’ ! ” he’s holding your hand in his to get to his favorite hobby .

-> “ one more baby, one more.. ”

he’s not asking you . he’s not telling you . he is begging you for one more . and another..

he doesn’t rest til his body actually puts him to sleep. only then will he let you start to think about forming coherent sentences .

eywa- and don’t tell him you’ll do anything .

-> “ s’that right ? anything yawne ? ” he’s smirking . he’s smirking because you’ve already sealed the deal .

you’re already pinned on his face , the thought of suffocating him pushed out of your mind when he feels so- so good.

so good you don’t even know what you had asked him for..

like father like son , right ?

[smallestapplin]

Small nsfw Trevor Belmont blurb

Warnings : squirting, afab!gnreader, Could be anime Trevor or Curse of darkness Trevor.

Minors do not interact! Adults only please!

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Trevor’s eyes widen at the sight of your cute pussy squirting all over his cock, his jaw drops letting out a deep guttural moan as he feels his dick throb and balls clench threatening to spill his thick load of cum into you. He didn’t want it to end so soon, but fuck you make it hard to remain in control.

“So this is what you’ve been hidin’ from me, doll? What a filthy fuckin’ pussy you got. All for me, right?” He knows you can’t answer him, not with how fucked dumb you are, speared open on his dick letting him fuck you so deeply.

You arch your back with a pitiful sob falling from your kissed bruised lips. He just keeps fucking you, his hips smacking wetly into yours, making you take all of him. Trevor moves one hand off your hips and grabs your face, making you look at him, or well as best you could.

He lets out an airy ’fuck’ at the pretty sight of your eyes rolling back. The hunter licks the trail of drool sliding down your chin before pushing his tongue into your open mouth.

All the times you two have fucked and you’ve been hiding this from him? He’s getting drunk off your velvety walls clenching around him, trying to milk him of all his cum, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?

“Gonna fuck you full of my cum, I don’t want to see your pretty pussy waste a drop.” Trevor mutters against your spit covered lips, but you can’t hear him your mind only focusing on the overwhelming pleasure his fat cock is giving you.

“Tell me what kinda ring you want after, yeah? Can’t let such an addictin’ pussy get away, gotta make you all mine.”

The Belmont chuckles listening to you useless babbles, pleading ’yesyesyesyes—!!’ over and over again, not realizing what you’re agreeing to, too fucked dumb.

Just how he likes it.

[slut4scoups]

2:20 am

watching clips from intak’s on my mama stage in europe and everytime he takes his belt off i can’t help but think about how much he probably loves to restrain his partner…

imagine, he’s straddling your waist and looking down at you with a small smile, his fingers delicately playing with his belt buckle as he tilts his head, “let me tie you up again? you look so hot..”

he would mumble as he started to undo his belt, his eyes never leaving yours. he would watch as you swallowed your saliva and cheeks slightly flush. you’d give him a nod and slowly raise your arms over your head, your wrists crossing over each other.

he would cuss under his breath as he grip his belt in his hands and gently loop it around your small wrists, tugging on the end of it causing a small gasp to leave your mouth. he would chuckle at this, his innocent smile starting to grow,

“you as excited as i am? i know you are. i can basically hear your heartbeat.” he would tease as he fastened the belt and ran his hand down your cheek, letting it rest just under your chin, “you know to tell me when if it’s too much, yeah?” he would gently lift your chin up as he leaned down to press small kisses on the side of your neck.

a small whine would leave your lips followed by eager nodding, “yeah.. yeah i’ll tell you, tak.” you’d breath out as you felt his lips move against your neck. he would nip on your soft skin causing you to slightly twitch and you could feel his movements come to a halt followed by a small chuckle,

“good, baby. gonna fuck you to sleep, yeah?”

[thenotsofantasticlifestory]

Bet

Eustass Kid x GN!Reader

Kid's all out of chips, but he finds something else he can wager against you

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“Hah! I win again!” you threw down your winning hand amidst the groans and boos of other crew members as they tossed their losing cards back into the center of the table. Taking the chips greedily you snickered, noting the pouty look of displeasure on your captain.

“Looks like you’re out of chips Kid,” you said with a sly grin. Kid scowled further, brow furrowing under his goggles. Killer’s shoulder shook with a silent laugh as he started to deal out the new hand of cards. You all took your hands, and as Kid studied his cards, his expression quickly changed into something more sinister.

You quickly noticed this change, “…Got good cards Captain?”

Kid huffed, placing his hand face down with a smirk, “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

Your eyes narrowed, “Well it’s too bad your all out of chips then, isn’t it?”

Kid jerked, his mind quickly running as he surveyed the table. Finally, he leaned his arm forward, aiming a cocky grin in your direction.

“Okay then, what do you want? I can bet something other than chips.”

You leaned back in your chair, pondering this before a sly smile pulled at your lips.

“Okay Captain, if I win…I get your jacket.”

This was met with a chorus of ooohs as Kid’s face fell, “Why do you want my jacket?” He subconsciously pulled the textured red coat closer around him.

You shrugged, “It’s cozy.”

Kid studied you hard for a long moment before he finally spoke, “Fine,” he leaned back into his chair with a creak, “But! If I win, I get a kiss from you.”

This brought more ooohs and chuckles from the others around you as you considered this. After a moment you stuck out your hand.

“Deal.”

Kid shook it with a firm pump, his own hand swallowing yours in his grip.

“Just don’t chicken out when you lose,” he sneered.

You laughed, taking back up your hand of cards, “I can read you like a book Captain, you have shit cards.”

Kid smirked, “We’ll see.”

As the round began, the others quickly folded, not wanting to interfere in the bet you and Kid had made and curious to see the outcome. The two of you held your cards close, eyes flicking from your hands to the other’s face, studying for any sign of weakness. After a long moment, you finally broke the tension.

“Four of a kind,” you laid down the field of red diamonds you’d collected with a flourish.

Kid let out a long slow exhale as everyone waited to see his hand, finally he threw them down.

“Straight flush,” he said in a dark voice, smirk pulling at his red lips.

You blanched, shit he actually had you beat. Kid leaned back, crossing his arms with a satisfied grin on his face as the others whooped.

You scowled in response, chugging the remainder of your drink before standing abruptly from the table.

“Aw come on,” Kid called as you left your seat, “Don’t be a sore loser,” you made your way past the others in their seats as Kid continued, “No need to get all shy now-“

He stopped abruptly as you approached him, threading your fingers through his red hair and forcefully tilting his head back up to face you. Before he could even blink, you descended, lips pressing against his, swallowing the surprised little gasp he gave. His eyes were wide as you pressed against him, lips moving gently before teasing your tongue against him. With a throaty groan, Kid felt his eyes flutter shut as he accepted you into his mouth, tongue dancing along his as he thrust his face forward to feel more of you. His skin broke into goosebumps as you devoured him, the tight pull against his hair only making him harder, and then just as suddenly you pulled away releasing him. Kid’s face trailed blindly after yours, already searching for that delicious warmth as he cracked his eyes open.

You swiped a thumb along your lips with a coy smile and heavy-lidded eyes boring into his and Kid felt his breath hitch.

“Well? Are we even now?” you asked.

Kid managed to close his gaping mouth as he swallowed thickly, giving a dumb nod.

“Good, I think I’ll call it a night then,” and with that you left the group.

Kid sat there, feeling the intense heat that was crawling across his face before he shortly rose as well.

“I gotta go,” was all he said as he marched off towards his own quarters to take care of the growing problem that was starting to tent his pants.

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[zevrra]

thinking about jerking Vik off till he cries and can't think he's such a smart man with so much on his mind all the time he deserves a break where he doesn't have to think AND IM WILLING TO GIVE IT TO HIM..- ram-anon

includes: giving viktor a ‘helping hand’ [mdni, smüt, händjob, öral (m receiving)]

ft. bottom!viktor x gn!reader

extra: RAAA!! thank you for this juicy request i loved writing it so much like breathless, whiney viktor AAA SAVE MEEE!! anyway thank you for the thought i loved this so much kshdkh

you could tell how frustrated viktor had been recently. from the countless nights of sleeping at the lab to the several crumpled up pieces of paper spread along his desk; he was struggling with his latest project. but unfortunately that came with him not sleeping for days— which left you just as frustrated as he was. but when you finally managed to rip viktor away from his work, just long enough to go home and change, possibly eat something, you were reluctant to let him go back to the lab. and the only way you could get him to relax and turn that big brain of his off was to force him to think about only you.

so, after his shower you force him to sit down in a chair in your shared home, planting kisses along his body while you adjust his legs to lay more comfortably for what you had planned.

“my love, what are you doing?” viktor sighs, running a hand across his face as he melts into the chair even though he really shouldn’t. “i need to get back to the lab.”

“nuh uh, you’re going to sit there and relax.” you order with a slight smile. your hands running down the front of his chest and down his thighs, making a slow descent in between his parted legs.

vik lifts an eyebrow at you as you speak, not really understanding what you mean by ‘relax’. you’re unraveling his towel from his thin waist while vik watches on with a tired gaze. and it must have been the several sleepless nights stuck at the lab to cause him to process this so slowly because it takes you fully wrapping a hand around his soft shaft before he even reacts to what you’re doing. his droopy, exhausted eyes fly open wide as your fingers softly grasp around him.

he is definitely awake now. good.

“no more work. no more lab. you need to take a break, v. think of me and only me. right here, right now.” you instruct the man, effortlessly cutting him off before he could protest you, while slowly stroking up towards his head. in response vik sucks a tight breath in through his clenched teeth, amber eyes settling on you in a look of slight irritation. not to worry though, his gaze would quickly soften as time went on for you two; soon he’d look upon you with pleasure in those pretty eyes of his.

unsurprisingly it only takes a few strokes to make vik fully hard. it was all but a simple thumb press against the slit of his head, sliding your fingers across his sensitive tip, before stroking down his shaft to turn him into putty in the palm of your hand; while his own fingers grip the arms of the chair. he groans, eyes fluttering as you press your thumb against his sensitive tip again. soaking in every moan that slips past his lips as your hand jerks him off. stroking him from base to tip, slow and steady, planting kisses along his left knee and thigh.

you move your hand faster at vik‘s sweet moans. taking a second to glance up at his pretty face as he turns bright red, even to the tips of his ears, as he tries his best to look at you through the pleasure.

“you’re so pretty viktor.” you praise against his knee as your hand moves faster. sliding your free hand to grab the base of his cock while your other hand moves faster against his sensitive head, smearing precum every which way.

vik whimpers at your touch and your words. his body tensens as you use both hands along his shaft. his breath hitches in his throat with another whimper, tears clinging to his pretty eyelashes as your hand rubs over his sensitive tip again and again. god, he looked so good like this. under your work, head tilted back, fingers trembling, struggling to sit still, slipping in his chair, and whimpering your name like a prayer.

you needed to get him out of that damn lab more often.

your mouth waters at the sight of the man before you. you lean forward, spit rolling off your tongue and dripping onto the slit of his head before you follow its path and slip him into your mouth.

“d-darling!” vik cries, thrusting his hips upwards and forcing more of himself into your mouth. you take him with ease as he practically fucks himself into your mouth now.

he’s rapidly coming undone now. his fingers manage to tangle into your hair while his hips move erratically. you suck harshly when his cock hits the back of your throat, spit slipping down your chin, causing vik to moan your name.

oh he’s so pathetic and sweet like this. rutting helplessly into your mouth, slipping in the chair he sits in because he’s so eager to come; mind blank with only the thought of how good your mouth feels.

“mmph! i can’t, please!” viktor sobs. his mouth falling open with sinful moans and whimpers. his pretty eyes fall close as he whines your name again and again, chest heaving with every breath he semi-struggles to take as his orgasm burns through his entire being. “coming!” the words slip off his lips with little warning as his climax surges through him. his back arches slightly, forcing the rest of his cock into your throat as he comes.

you keep your mouth wrapped around him until he finally stops moving and his hips do not falter or stop until he’s entirely spent. you take every drop he spills before he begins to whine from overstimulation; so you slip your lips from his cöck but keep your hand slowly stroking along his shaft.

“do you still want to go back to the lab or should we just keep going?” you ask devilishly, smiling up at viktor’s blushing face.

he blinks in his dazed, post-orgasm state but manages to shyly nod in response. “i want to keep going.” he mutters.

good thing you had already planned to keep going. nothing would stop you from pleasing him so he could forget all of his worries.

[honeyscara]

❝ Zipper❞ — H.J || skz

Synopsis: you go shopping with your boyfriend and things get a bit heated up in the changing room

Content: Established relationship, f!reader x han

~1.3k words

Christmas was around the corner, and you needed the perfect dress for the festivities. Since your best friend was unavailable, you’d asked Jisung, your ever-supportive boyfriend, to accompany you.

“Jisung, this one or this one?” you asked, holding up two dresses. One was a sleek black, knee-length dress, understated yet elegant, while the other was a long, sleeveless maroon dress with a daring slit.

Jisung glanced up from his phone, his gaze flickering between the two options. His attention lingered on the maroon dress. “That one,” he said, a soft smile tugging at his lips.

“Okay, I’ll go try it on,” you said, disappearing into the dressing room. Jisung followed, taking a seat just outside the stalls.

Inside the softly lit space, you slipped into the maroon dress, its fabric hugging your figure in all the right ways. The slit added a bold touch, and the deep maroon hue complemented your complexion perfectly. Taking a deep breath, you stepped out.

“Is this good?” you asked, your voice tinged with nervous excitement.

Jisung looked up, and his eyes widened as they swept over you. For a moment, he seemed speechless. Then his lips curved into a gentle smile. “Wow… You look stunning. The dress is beautiful, but you? You make it perfect.”

Your cheeks burned at the compliment. “Thanks,” you said shyly. “I’ll change back now.”

Back in the stall, you began wrestling with the zipper, but no matter how much you tugged, it wouldn’t budge. Frustrated, you let out a small groan.

“Everything okay in there?” Jisung’s concerned voice called from outside.

After a brief hesitation, you cracked the door open and peeked out. “Can you… help me with the zipper?” you mumbled, embarrassment creeping into your tone.

His expression softened, and he stepped inside, closing the door behind him. “Turn around,” he said gently.

You turned, holding your breath as he swept your hair aside, his fingers brushing your skin with a featherlight touch. The sensation sent shivers racing down your spine.

As he worked on the zipper, Jisung chuckled softly, sensing your nervousness. “Relax, baby,” he teased, his voice warm and low.

Once the zipper was free, he spun you around, his hands lingering on your waist. Tilting your chin up with a gentle touch, he gazed into your eyes, his expression equal parts playful and intense.

“What’s wrong? You’re all flustered,” he murmured, his tone teasing yet tender.

Your breath hitched as the tension between you crackled like static. Unable to resist, you leaned in, your lips brushing his. The kiss was soft at first, tentative and sweet. But it deepened quickly, becoming urgent, passionate.

Jisung’s hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer, while yours tangled in his hair. His lips moved expertly against yours, claiming and exploring. A soft gasp escaped as he trailed kisses along your jawline, down to your neck, leaving a trail of heat in his wake.

His touch sent sparks through you, each caress igniting something primal and electric. You melted into him, losing yourself in the moment.

Then, a sharp knock on the door shattered the spell.

“Oh my God… the staff!” you whispered, pulling away abruptly.

Jisung smirked, his lips slightly swollen from the kiss, his eyes dark with mischief. “Guess we’ll have to finish this later,” he murmured, his voice a delicious promise.

You stared at him, your heart racing and your face flushed, before hastily fixing the dress. His playful expression only made your heart flutter more, leaving you both thrilled and longing for what was to come.

[potatoplace]

💖 Valentines Collection: Sweet + Spicy 💖

This collection is for two sets of polls I did for Valentine's Day of 2025! They can be found here ( 🧁🍫 | 🌶️🥵 )

For the next 10 days, I'll be posting two drabbles for the winners of each poll, one sweet and one spicy! If there are multiple winners from a tie, they'll all get a drabble, posted together. Spread the love! 💕

Day 1:

🧁 Cuddling with Feysand 🌶️ Go to a sex shop with Feysand

Day 2:

🧁 Cooking dinner with Elucien 🌶️ Buy OnlyFans content from Feysand

Day 3:

🧁 Go on a roadtrip with Feysand 🌶️ Go skinny dipping with Azris

Day 4:

🧁 Play monopoly with Nessian, Azris, and Cazriel 🌶️ Love bites from Azris

Day 5:

🧁 Go dancing with Morsta and Azris 🌶️ Have a mating frenzy with Azris

Day 6:

🧁 Watch a horror movie with Cazriel 🌶️ Rope bondage with Azris

Day 7:

🧁 Go grocery shopping with Feysand 🌶️ Make OnlyFans content with Azris

Day 8:

🧁 Go furniture shopping with Feysand 🌶️ Edging with Feysand and Azris

Day 9:

🧁 One room at the inn with Azris 🌶️ Secret vibrator in public with Feysand

Day 10:

🧁 Marrying Azris 🌶️ Be a sex doll for a day with Feysand

[fanthiccs]

🕶️ Drabble: “You want it that bad?” (Prelude)

(Gojo Satoru x Reader | Fingering | Ice Play | Public-ish Teasing | NSFT | 18+)

“Couldn’t Call?” Gojo mutters, voice warm and dangerous behind you. “As much as I love our time together darling, you can’t just wander in like you own the place.”

You’re already bent over the sleek glass desk—palms flat, breath fogging the surface. Thirty floors up. Floor-to-ceiling windows. Tokyo glittering beneath you like it knows what’s about to happen.

“I didn’t think—” you start, only for the words to break off in a gasp as something cold traces your inner thigh.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he purrs. “That much is obvious.”

You glance back—mistake. He looks wrecked in the best way: sleeves rolled up, white shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest, his blindfold loose around his neck. Eyes like glacier melt. Grinning like he’s about to ruin you for the fun of it.

His fingers are slick with melting ice, dragging slow lines up your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. When he presses one inside you—still cold, so cold—your whole body jolts.

“Sensitive?” he asks sweetly. “Funny how shy you weren’t five minutes ago when you were moaning my name like you wanted to get caught.”

You whimper. His hand presses low on your back, keeping you exactly where he wants you.

Outside, the city moves on. Unaware. Unbothered.

Inside, Gojo slips another cube in.

You’re melting and freezing at once, legs shaking, fingers clawing the edge of the desk. Every breath is a prayer or a curse. You can’t tell which.

“Think I should make you come like this?” he whispers. “Pressed against the glass? Marked up with ice and nothing else? Or…”

His free hand ghosts down your spine, lower, lower—

“…should I leave you dripping like this until the end of my meeting and then fuck you stupid?”

You choke on a moan.

“That’s what I thought,” he says smugly, curling his finger again. “Next time, knock.”

[plooto]

pussy drunk!jake who doesn’t pause when he’s sheathed deep inside you for you. he pauses so he doesn’t cum right then.

when he does start to grind his hips into you again, he’s biting down on your shoulder. you think he just making you, he’s not he’s muffling the whines that’s threatening to leave his throat.

when he starts to rub tight circles on your swollen bundle of nerves, it’s not only for you. he knows he’s teetering along the edge of release - you know. he’s rubbing faster now so that he does not break his rule of making you cross that line before he does.

when he remains inside you, cock still twitching, you think it’s you that’s shaking from the blissful events. it’s him. he’s pressing kisses to your neck and face to distract you.

but you know. you know that you have toruk makto wrapped around your pretty little finger.