#drabble(?)

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

I wanna watch you like a movie

Tags: Yuji x fem!Reader, smau, true best friends to lovers, college au, teeth-rotting fluff, aged up characters, cursing, suggestive joke, joke about suicide

An: I’m deciding to cut this series a little short at three parts! I’ll probably make a little epilogue part like I did with Suguru’s. Let me know if you want to see Megumi or Yuta’s series next <3

Part one. | Part two. | Part three.

Taglist: @theuniversesnepobaby @perfectanamentality @v1x3n @grierpilots @2dmenfr @aldebrana @risagichi @apricotprincesssar

[cod-dump]

After a long mission with no rest:

Price: Dead eyes, he looks like he's going to kill someone. He's mumbling. Do not ask him to repeat himself unless you want his frustrations taken out on you verbally. Has had four cups of coffee and a pack of cigs. Don't look him in the eye.

Soap: He can't keep focus, what is he even looking at? Trails off in the middle of talking. No, he probably won't finish that thought, better luck next time. He has been chewing on his hoodie drawstrings, don't let him swallow them, please.

Ghost: Has been staring at the spot on the wall for the last twenty minutes without blinking. Is he dead? Or sleeping with his eyes open? Either option is possible. Don't touch him, he will bite. Have tea as an offering.

Gaz: Looks like he's about to cry. Nothing productive has come from him since the flight landed. Don't ask him to do anything because it won't get done. Yes, he heard you. No, he will not respond.

Nik: Has been laughing to himself. Did he fly here? Yes. Is he flying back? No his keys are being taken from him, he's passing out in hanger in the back of his bird. Will be mistaken for dead later.

Laswell: She's talking fast but she is not making as much sense as she should. Frustrated, she has her head in her hands. Will fall asleep like that. No, she doesn't want a cup a tea, she wants concentrated caffeine injected into her veins, fuck off.

Graves: If looks could kill... His hair is sentient, he has not touched it since they got to exfil. Southern charm? No, southern sarcasm. He requires thirteen hours of an uninterrupted coma and a pot of coffee.

Alejandro: Incredibly argumentative. Personal space? He doesn't know what that is, doesn't care. Don't be fooled, he's going to start crying if he can't get to a bed in a pitch black room soon.

Rudy: Sarcasm to the max, will make someone cry. If he doesn't answer the first time then don't repeat yourself. He will bitch until he gets to curl up in bed. Don't touch him if you value any and all of your fingers.

Farah: Trying to be overly friendly because she doesn't want to unintentionally upset someone while exhausted. When say something bitchy then immediately apologize. Please get her some coffee.

Alex: On autopilot, isn't all there. He can go for another two days before passing out. Don’t let him do that. Will say something batshit and then move on without acknowledging it. He's talking to the clowns, do worry about it.

[egotisticaleverything]

Adding onto the common HC I’ve been seeing of John being the group cook — he is DEFINITELY the “get the fuck out of my kitchen while I’m cooking” type of person, like you walk in to get a glass of water and he is like “fuck off no I WILL get you water do not DISTURB my cooking. Here. Now LEAVE.”

I like to think he’s mainly like that cuz he likes to solely focus on what he’s doing, and alot of the others end up commenting or asking too many questions — this kinda feeds into my undiagnosed OCD/Autism HC for John — and it’s just annoying and overwhelming. But not Bob. Bob is allowed to stay.

John has declared Bob can stay because he is — as John puts it — “a respectful spectator”. Which started as Bob sitting in the common area near the kitchen doing whatever while John cooked, then slowly migrating over to the opposite side of the kitchen island. Then that evolved into Bob randomly saying little tidbits of how his day was and then it ended with Bob just coming in to yap about whatever while John cooks while replying ever so often but mostly just letting him talk.

John now finds a strange sense of comfort in his rambling and everyone else is like “why can he stay and we can’t” and John is like “cuz he’s Bob and you’re not.” And Ava teases him RELENTLESSLY for it like — “oooh someone’s playing favourites” and John just tells her to fuck off cuz in all honesty, he IS playing favourites.

[mieluscious]

claimed by the heart. caleb

⭒⏝5.2k . . . warnings : smut | mdni. yandere!caleb, teasing, slow clit rubbing, rough sex, squirting, spit as lube, face grabbing, handjob ꒰ m.꒱, possessive behaviours, reader wears glasses, unprotected sex, punishment, soft biting, fingering, pet names ꒰ baby, pretty girl, good girl ꒱ . . . ໑ ‧ ₊ ⊹˚

── ♡ノ↺ + comments are appreciated ˳ᐟ

"what are you doing?" you gasped at the sound of caleb's voice.

his lips suddenly pressed to your ear and in a flustered panic, you quickly shoved your phone between your thighs, your cheeks burning as your heart skipped a beat.

"n-nothing." you let out.

"doesn't seem like nothing to me." he smiled against your ear and you felt the bed sag as he sat behind you. his large hand came to rest on your hip, gentle but firm, sending a shiver down your spine.

"it's nothing caleb don't be noisy." you turned your head to the side, glancing at him over your shoulder with slightly furrowed brows.

caleb looked at you with his usual puppy dog eyes as he leaned in, his face inching closer to yours. you tilted your head down slightly, heart fluttering, as if he were trying to read you just by looking into your soul. your glasses slipped gently down your nose, revealing the shimmer in your eyes—soft, vulnerable, and impossible to hide.

"tell me. or i'll undress you." he said with a neutral face.

the redness in your cheeks suddenly bloomed across your entire face as you turned to shove his shoulder, a high-pitched squeal of embarrassment slipping out.

"shut up caleb!"

he laughed at your reaction, catching the back of your neck just as you tried to escape, and guided you effortlessly onto the bed as you tumbled backwards with a breathless yelp.

"comeback here." he positioned himself over you, grabbing your phone with one hand while the other rested on the bed beside your head.

you looked up at him while panic started creeping over you as you watched him unlock your phone. you grabbed his t-shirt with both hands to try and pull him closer to you, but it was no use. caleb was as tough as a rock.

"don't do that. stop!" you begged as you wiggled underneath him, desperately trying to reason with him. the sound of your phone unlocking echoed through the room, and your heart sank.

"show me." you looked up at him suddenly at his words, confused. "show me or i'll look myself." you gritted your teeth as he looked down on you with a cold face.

you gently nibbled your lip, drawing his attention to your trembling lips.

"naughty girl." he whispered and you threw your face to the side with burning cheeks.

he placed your phone on your chest, allowing you to reach for it. you caught it in your delicate hands under caleb’s burning gaze. he tilted his head slightly, his eyes slowly tracing every inch of your pretty, flushed face, as if memorizing the way you looked in that exact moment.

"you hide things from me now." he gripped your hip and pulled you closer, sliding himself smoothly between your thighs, his movements slow and deliberate. "makes me wanna punish you."

"i'm not hiding anything.." you glanced up shyly from your phone, and the way he was looking at you made your breath catch. your back arched slightly against the mattress, an involuntary response to the heat in his gaze.

you quickly turned your phone toward his face, hiding behind your arm as if it could shield you. his eyes flicked down to the screen, calmly scanning what you’d just shown him, unreadable as ever.

he grabbed your phone with one hand while he was concentrating on it, scrolling himself through the page you'd opened. you clutched the fabric of your dress, tucking your head into your shoulders, wanting to make yourself so small you could disappear entirely.

suddenly, moans spilled from your phone’s speaker, and a wave of embarrassment crashed over you as your eyes flew wide open. you instantly turned and buried your face in the mattress, lying flat on your belly, wishing the ground would swallow you whole. he slapped your ass making you jump as he threw your phone on the corner of the bed while the moaning was still going on.

"turn it off!" you grunted, your face still buried in the mattress.

"no." you gritted your teeth at his childish behaviour.

if he didn't want to do it, you'd have to do it for him you guessed. you straightened up and were about to crawl towards the phone when a force made you fall back to your initial position.

"don't use your evol on me caleb!" a high-pitched moan escaped your lips as you felt caleb lift your dress over your ass.

"why do you watch this y/n." his voice was deeper than before, rough with something unreadable, making you arch slightly under his calculating gaze. his large hand settled on your ass, gripping it firmly, his touch sending a shiver up your spine. "i thought i told you you only needed me before." he slapped it hard making you whimper loudly. "didn't i?"

he pulled the dress up to the small of your back as you turned your face to the side, your cheek pressed against the mattress as you looked at him feverishly, your glasses almost slipping off your nose.

"don't be mad at me caleb.." you mewled softly as he looked down at you with angry eyes, his gaze sharp enough to pin you in place.

"you and your pretty face." he grunted, his evol lifting your hips effortlessly. your mouth fell open in a silent moan as he grabbed your panties and tore them away in one sharp, his eyes never once leaving yours as the sound of fabric ripping echoed against the walls of the room.

you were completely at his mercy now—your bare skin exposed, cheek pressed against the mattress as you looked up at him. your long hair was spread out on the bed, cascading around you like a dark, tangled frame. a deep blush bloomed across your delicate features, making your already pretty face look almost unreal. his breath hitched as he took in the sight of you, his jaw clenched as he struggled to keep control. every muscle in his body was tight, as if holding back the urge to completely give in.

"do that thing the girl did at the beginning of your video." his voice was low and deep, the words hanging heavy in the air, drawing your attention entirely as you bit your lip.

"beg me.." you whispered softly and a wicked smile played on your lips as you noticed the way his throat moved as he swallowed with difficulty. he literally wanted to break you in half.

"please." his voice was so charming when he was obedient. you wanted to put your hand on his throat, feel the vibrations when he spoke—maybe even press your lips there.

you arched your back even more and slid your hand between you and the mattress to caress your belly down to your pelvis in a slow, sensual gesture that sent shivers through your body. just like that girl in the video, you placed a finger on your clit and began to massage it slowly under the burning gaze of caleb, who grunted softly as he watched your face contort prettily with pleasure. every movement felt deliberate, as if the space between you both was charged with electricity. his breath hitched, a subtle sign of the restraint he was barely managing to hold onto.

a long gasp escaped from your wide-open mouth as you sped up your movements, while caleb's beautiful orbs flashed back into your watery eyes, which were already looking at him as you moaned his name with your lips pressed against the mattress.

his evol held you in place, resisting your instinct to pull away as the overwhelming sensation coursed through you. you tried to close your legs, but the restraint only heightened everything—you kept massaging faster your clit until a loud moan tore from your throat, raw and unrestrained, your body arching as you were ready to give in to the wave about to crash through you.

"does it feel good." he asked, his voice low, making it sound like an order.

"y-yes..please let me cum—" he slapped your flushed ass once again. a low 'shhhh' escaped from between his full lips, silencing you as if you were speaking nonsense.

your wetness now flowed abundantly between your thighs as the sound of your fingers pleasing your own body filled the room. caleb stayed silent now, the weight of his gaze heavier than words could ever be. his eyes were fixed on you, burning with a raw, unspoken desire that seemed to consume him, obsession. he watched you intently, captivated by every shift of your expression, every tremor that rippled through you. the way you moaned his name, breathless and desperate, like you were drowning in the moment, drove him to the brink of madness. it wasn’t just the physical connection; it was the way you surrendered to him, the vulnerability in your every move, that completely unraveled him.

you were his and only he could please you.

"you did that on purpose, right?" he abruptly grabbed your hip and yanked you closer to him, you whimpered as your bare thighs came into contact with the rough fabric of his pants.

you couldn't answer, too absorbed by the smooth way he was undoing his belt buckle with one hand without even taking his eyes off you, watching you pressed your lips harder against the mattress as you pushed the tip of your finger inside your hole. his grip on your hip tightened, he didn't need to see what you were doing between your legs, your face was already telling him everything he needed to know.

"answer." he slowly lowered his fly and pulled out his long cock before your fevered eyes filled with love.

"yes."

"yes what." he started jerking himself off slowly, his sharp eyes silently commanding you to be more specific.

"i played porn on my phone on purpose to make you mad." you bit your lip, nervous, the words trembling on the edge of your tongue. "so you could fuck me. hard." you whispered softly, your voice barely audible.

the grip he had around his cock tightened at your revelation, he knew it of course from the beginning, but hearing you being so honest with your pretty face all flushed and half pressed against the mattress as you tried to hide was a major turn on for him. he slowly stroked his length, looking straight into your eyes with his cold ones as you gently jiggled beneath him, wanting more, wanting to be able to get your fingers inside you at least, to touch your g-spot on your own. you wanted to savour the show caleb was offering you.

a sigh of frustration escaped your lips as you added a finger to the entrance of your cunt, slowly circling it before moving down to your clit, which you pinched lightly, making a silent gasp fell out of your mouth under the cold gaze of caleb, who never stopped his movements on his cock, sometimes even thrusting his hips into his fist.

"caleb.."

"shhh. don't say my name." he whispered gently and you knew what that tone meant.

you lifted your foot and slid it behind his thigh, trying to bring him closer to you, but his hand left your hip and grabbed your ankle, squeezing it hard, making you squeal in pain and moan at the same time as you felt your orgasm rise inside you.

"don't."

"please.." you mewled louder as you begged him to let you finally cum.

just as you felt it building definitively inside your lower abdomen, caleb used his evol to pushed your fingers away from your clit as your two hands suddenly found themselves bound and pressed against the mattress beneath your belly.

a loud cry of frustration escaped you lips as tears started to roll down your pink cheeks. you flung your head to the side, unable to bear caleb’s gaze a moment longer. your glasses slid off your nose and fell away, unnoticed, as a knot of shame and helplessness tightened in your chest.

caleb tilted his head to one side and watched your glasses fall onto the mattress, then rested his eyes on the back of your head.

"eyes on me y/n."

"no." he gripped your ankle tighter at your answer. "you are mean to me all i wanted was—"

you gasped and a small cry escaped your lips when caleb let go of your ankle to grab one of your ass cheeks, which he spreads before spitting loudly on your pussy. a long moan came out of the back of your throat as you suddenly beautifully arched your back in response to the sensation of his drool dripping down your clit.

he brought his cock up to your ass and slapped it on your cunt as his eyes darkened at the sight of you turning your flustered face back to him.

"there you go, good girl." he pushed his tip and withdrew it from your pussy, looking you straight in the eyes, he definitely enjoyed torturing you in bed. his large hand began to caress your ass slowly, almost tenderly, as more tears slid down your cheeks—feeding the twisted satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. "so beautiful when you cry."

"f-fuck me. fuck me please caleb."

you were a desperate picture, your wetness running down your legs as you were laying in front of him ass up with your face against his sheets, his smell was everywhere, everything was driving you crazy all you wanted was to feel him, feel the warm of his body and his long sharp inside you.

a sob escaped your lips as you begged him with your eyes, jiggling your ass against his tip, trying to push it back inside you.

you buried your face once again in the mattress as a muffled cry slipped from your throat when his hand landed on your thigh with a sharp, punishing slap. the sting bloomed across your skin, but instead of retreating, heat pooled in your belly. your fists tightened around the sheets as a wave of unexpected pleasure surged through the pain, leaving you breathless and trembling. the mattress dipped on either side of your head as his hands settled near you, caging you in. his warm breath fanned the back of your neck, sending shivers down your spine as you struggled to steady your breathing, every inhale catching in your throat.

he brought his lips close to the delicate, flushed skin of your neck as strands of your hair slipped nicely from your shoulders, clearing a path for him to place a gentle kiss there, savouring the way your skin responded under his mouth as you whimpered softly.

"how much do you want it." you could feel his cock sliding between your buttocks as he moved his hips slowly towards you. "tell me." you immediately bit your lip at the way his voice sounded.

you timidly slid your face to the side, turning to offer him a glance over your shoulder when a tremor suddenly danced along your spine as your lips parted, catching the way his gaze clung to you, fierce and still, like a feline poised in golden silence before the pounce.

"i-i—" you could barely get a word out, as if hypnotized by his eyes and the tension between you.

your eyes dropped for a moment to the open collar of his oversized shirt, catching a glimpse of his sculpted chest just beneath the fabric. from where he hovered above you, the angle revealed more than you expected—firm lines, warm skin, and even the subtle curve of his nipple.

the silver chain you’d given him, once tucked neatly away, was now teasing the edge of his collar—glinting faintly with each breath he took, swaying like a quiet reminder that you were his, and he was yours.

your pretty glassy eyes found their way back to his, drawn like a magnet, as he looked down at you with a dark, knowing smile.

this man was devastatingly handsome and you were desperately in love with him.

he slipped his hand between your cheek and the mattress, while the other took refuge on your hip, pulling your dress up further and further in a tender caress, without taking his eyes off you.

"caleb..." a soft, sultry sound of frustration slipped from your lips. "i feel like if you don’t give me what i need right now, i won’t be able to forgive you." you sniffed back your tears as he pressed his thumb to your lips, tracing their shape with slow, deliberate care.

"hm... i understand." he brought his face close to yours as he tugged a little more on your dress, his dark eyes falling for a moment on your lips before returning to yours. "your dress piss me off. can i ruin it?"

"you bought it for me." you reminded him as you looked up at him with doe eyes. you liked this dress.

"can i ruin it y/n."

"yes but—"

you barely had time to react before caleb seized the fabric of your dress, the sharp rip of tearing cloth echoing in the room. a startled cry escaped you as you reflexively tried to straighten up, but his hand was already pressing firmly against your back, pushing you down onto the bed as the fabric continued to give way beneath his grip. the intensity in his eyes made your breath hitch—there was no hesitation in his movements, only raw, burning intent.

you arched your back slightly as you felt the cool air of the room kiss the bare skin of your body, a quiet shiver running through you. behind you, caleb straightened on his knees, his eyes tracing the curve of your form with silent reverence while the torn remains of your dress lay scattered across the sheets, forming a soft, chaotic frame around your body, threads catching gently against your skin like echoes of what had just unraveled.

you sighed his name tenderly, bringing his attention back to you as you looked up at him begging him with your eyes as if you were about to break into a thousand pieces, trembling with desire and ready to be devoured.

you were breathtaking in his eyes—your flushed skin, parted lips, and wide, glistening eyes made you seem both ethereal and achingly human. he had never seen anything more beautiful.

"when are you gonna stop being so beautiful." he grunted before grabbing your arm with a roughness that left no room for resistance, flipping you onto your back with his evol.

a sweet sound of satisfaction resounded in your throat as his power released its hold on your body, allowing you to wrap your arms around his neck as he placed himself between your thighs, towering over you with one of his forearm pressed on the mattress right next to your head.

his nose slightly touched yours as his eyes gazed down at you, making you smile slightly.

"are you gonna keep punish me?" you whispered, squeezing his hips between your knees, your face was all red as you could feel his long cock resting on your lower belly.

"no. but now..." his free hand slid between your two bodies before grabbing your pussy with a full hand making you gasp prettily against his lips without taking your sweet eyes off him. "i'm gonna fuck you here." you suddenly pressed your breasts against his chest in a loud high pitched moan as he languorously pushed two of his long fingers between your moist walls. "until i'm not pissed anymore." he grunted at the sight of your face contorting with pleasure as he started pumping his fingers faster inside you.

you threw your head back as he threw himself at your neck. he devoured your skin with slow, fervent kisses, his mouth dragging languidly along your throat. the hand that had been resting beside your head slid into your hair, gripping it gently while the wet sounds echoed in your ears, each press of his lips sending a shiver down your spine, as if he were trying to memorize you with his mouth.

he suddenly pressed his thumb against your clit moving it in a passionate circular way and a tremor ran through you, a soft, breathy sound escaped your lips—making him grunt with his mouth wide open against your throat, his teeth grazing your delicate skin. your chest rose and fell in uneven waves, and the sounds leaving your lips were fragile—shivering whispers of pleasure and need. each breath carried a quiet urgency, as if your body spoke for you, voicing the ache that words couldn’t hold.

"fuck stop me now or i'm going to eat you alive y/n." he growled as if he was in pain from controlling himself, trapping your skin between his teeth and leaving a pretty red mark.

"never." you moaned out as the feeling intensified, your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, the strands slipping between your fingers, a silent plea for more.

caleb suddenly withdrew his fingers from your pussy, making you squeal from the loss as he grabbed his hard cock in his hand, granting it long strokes back and forth before pushing the tip against your entrance. you pulled harder on his hair, making him lift his head, his tongue running up your neck to your chin, which he bit as your lust-filled eyes met. you opened your mouth as you felt his cock pushing deeper and deeper into you, making you tremble under caleb's hand, which left your hair and slid down your back, pushing the small of your back towards him in a rough movement.

"how does it feel baby.." he whimpered against your jaw, his eyes slowly becoming more tender at the sight of your rosy cheeks and the sweat beading on your forehead, you were so demanding and you didn't need words to show it.

"good...so good caleb.." you mewled with gleaming eyes.

one of your hands slipped down the back of his shirt, which you pulled back as you pushed your hips towards his. your bare breasts pressed against his muscular chest, only accentuating the cadence of his own heart, ready to explode.

a scream escaped you as his cock sank fully into you as your wetness drowned him down, completely ruining his pants.

"m-more please..please plea—" you were already a moaning mess, and this simple thought made your whole body shiver in embarrassment.

you threw your head to the side against the arm he'd just placed beside your head, wanting to bury your face in the crook of his elbow when his other hand pinched the skin of your hip making you squeal and moan even more under the precision of his torturously slow thrusts.

he brought his forehead close to yours while you still didn't dare look him in the eye. his dark eyes scrutinizing your every reaction with a wicked little smile.

"why are you suddenly so shy pretty girl." he whispered with his forehead completely pressed against yours.

"i-i'm...not...aahh—!" you immediately threw back your head and finally met his dark gaze when he suddenly aimed and started to thrust deeper inside you.

he wasn’t smiling anymore—his expression darkened, consumed by a quiet obsession as he watched your face twist in pleasure. every detail enthralled him: the way your lips parted, the flutter of your lashes, the heat in your gaze and the way you were clinging into him begging for more with your sweet little noises. he drank it in like it was the only thing that mattered, as if your every reaction had been etched into his mind and he couldn’t look away.

he was terrifyingly beautiful when he looked at you like that—like nothing else in the world existed. your friends had the tendency to say his gaze unsettled them, too intense, too possessive, as if he was one breath away from losing control. but that obsession, that raw hunger in his eyes, was something you’d come to crave. when he looked at you like that, it wasn’t just desire—it was fixation, a dangerous kind of devotion that made your heart race and your breath catch. to the world, it was madness. to you, it was caleb.

"remove that stupid..shirt fuck...yesyesyesyes pleaase!—" you pulled on his shirt even more and with the force he had to fuck you, the buttons started popping off one by one, letting the fabric slide over one of his shoulders as he straightened up and caught your waist between his hands, crushing it as he looked down, too focused on the way his cock was roughly sliding between your wet wall.

your eyes fell on his wide, muscular chest and he grunted even louder as he felt you clench multiple times in a row around his cock, using his evol to grab your thigh and press it against the sheets, fucking you faster and harder.

“don't do that you're gonna make me fucking cum.” he grunted loudly, grabbing your other thigh with his veiny hand to pull you even closer to him, sinking himself deeper into you. you threw your head back and whimpered mouth wide opened as you felt the tip of his cock repeatedly banging against your cervix. at this point it's like he was trying to get you pregnant.

caleb was panting loudly, brows frowned with his mouth wide open as his gaze returned to your face like a thread snapping taut. every part of you seemed to captivate him—your flushed cheeks, the way your breasts was bouncing under his rough thrusts, the dazed look in your eyes, all of this made him moan louder as he was carefully savouring each of his rough intrusions between your soft walls.

"i want to ruin you." a long 'fuuuuuuuck' escaped his throat in a guttural sound. "i want you to have my fucking babies. i want to fucking marry you." he lashed out with an even stronger thrust at each word coming out of his mouth, making you grab the sheets around you, clutching them tightly as if they were the only thing anchoring you to the moment. your knuckles whitened with the force of your grip as caleb kept fucking you like a wild animal, trying to steady yourself against the overwhelming rush flooding your senses.

a stream of 'yesyesyesyesyesyes' escaped your lips as you arched your back pushing your beautiful bouncing breasts up, catching caleb's attention on them, giving him the idea of using his evol to make you arch even more for him.

"my little minx. my precious little friend, hmmm?" he taunted you as you felt your orgasm rise inside you, clenching your walls around his engorged cock.

"i-i'm not—" you suddenly screamed and grabbed his bicep as he dropped heavily on top of you, his forearms caging your head as he pounded his cock against your g-spot undulating his hips while you wrapped your legs around his waist.

"you're not what, baby." he whispered breathlessly as he pressed his forehead against yours, his obsessive eyes looking down on your glassy ones. analysing with deep perversion the tears falling down your rosy cheeks as you looked up at him with love.

you tilted your head back slightly and brought your lips to his, a warm shiver running through your body as you felt his hot breath, jerked by his moans, crash against your half-open mouth.

"i...m..not your friend i'm your.." you caught his lower lip between your teeth and a flash of lightning passed through his galaxy eyes.

"yeah?" he whimpered and you almost cum at the way he sounded.

"i-i'm your...everything." you finally let out, and he grunted like a beast, lapping roughly at your throat, silently agreeing with you as you wrapped your arms around his neck, you couldn't stop the moans slipping out of your lips. "c-caleeeeb im—i'm gonna—"

"yeah? you want to cum?" you nodded furiously as he grabbed your face with his large hand forcing your to look at him and your heart skipped a beat as you saw small tears forming in the corner of his eyes. "please let me kiss you y/n let me kiss you or i swear—"

you didn't let him finish as you surged forward before you could think, your lips crashing onto his with a desperation that had been building inside you like a storm. It wasn’t soft or shy—it was raw, unfiltered need, poured into a kiss that said everything words never could. you kissed him like you were afraid he’d disappear if you didn’t hold on tight enough.

he froze for a heartbeat, stunned, and then answered with a growl low in his throat, like something inside him had snapped. his hand flew to your waist, yanking you against him as if he couldn’t bear even a breath of space between you. the other found your hair, gripping it tightly as he kissed you back with a violence that made your legs weak around his waist.

your mouths moved in the same frantic rhythm as your hips fucking each other, each press of his lips a silent vow, each pull of yours a plea. his breath was hot and uneven, swallowing your moans, your urgency, everything.

"take it...baby take it take it...ffuck..." he growled in the kiss, making you respond small whiny 'yessyessyess' in a high pitched voice.

you slid your hands down his broad back, pulling his shirt along with them as the kiss deepened with the same way he was fucking you. you grabbed his ass urging him to fuck you harder while a heat bloomed low in your belly making you scream against his opened mouth as he grunted and slammed you flat on the bed with full force, thrusting wildly inside you and making you suddenly squirt all over him and on the bed as you finally cum, trembling violently beneath him. more tears rolled down your pretty cheeks as his cock were bullying your tight pussy through your orgasm and he couldn't stop himself from fucking you when he saw your desperate look, which made him cum inside you. he thrust hard one last time before grunting deeply against your lips as he spilled thick ropes of cum inside you painting your gummy walls.

after a few seconds, he was still inside you, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, still trying to catch your breath. his hand slipped down the small of your back and you felt his lips caress the soft skin of your neck.

"this is how you wanted me to fuck right?" he said as you could feel him smile against your sensitive skin. he slapped your ass as you started laughing with your head back.

"myeah maybe." you tried to hide your smile as he placed his face back in front of yours.

"naughty girl." he growled sliding down your body slowly without taking his eyes off yours. "ready for another one hm?" he said with a wicked smile.

what a demon.

© 𝙢𝙞𝙚𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙘𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨. 𝙢𝙙𝙣𝙞 — 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘭, 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘺 𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘱𝘭𝘴 ☆

[silverstrawberrys]

Fantastic give me a 300k word fanfic - this does actually sound vaguely familiar time to scour ao3

Bingge has been running himself ragged for MONTHS looking for HIS 'nice Shizun'.

What he doesn't know is that Shen Yuan transmigrated into wife #216 (the one from the sexy slime chapter...) the same night he came back and have been living his best life in the palace's library every day. He's been 'giving' his night with Bingge to the harem member who managed to sneak him in a 'Flower of Transing your Gender'.

It's kind of uncomfortable to wear a woman's clothes when he's just a totally normal straight guy, but he's FINE!! He's low enough on the totem pole that he is ignored for most of the harem drama and since he's a DUDE now he isn't pulled into any wife plots! Now he gets to study all the monsters he could ever want! Plus, just occasionally glimpsing the 'best wives' like Liu Mingyan, Sha Hauling, and Ningying is pretty cool, too!

Things are going GREAT until he passes by an upper courtyard one morning and finds a Beauty Devouring Harpy-Lizard has three wives cornered and is about to eat them! Oh no! Well, this is probably a wife plot, so Bingge will come any moment now to save them....

any moment now....

any moment....

...

WHERE is he???

Shen Yuan uses his new Beast Knowledge and his stolen body's mild cultivation to tame the lizard. Turns out it's just a juvenile and they can wean it off eating pretty women if they feed it enough regular meat! Now Shen Yuan has three women in his corner, too! They can help keep him off Bingge's radar while he stays in the palace!

Except... well... it keeps happening.

Beasts attack when Shen Yuan is nearby. Bingge doesn't show up. And then Shen Yuan has to deal with it! He's forming his own harem inside of the harem and he doesn't WANT that!!! Bingge will kill him!!!

It all comes to a head when one of the IMPORTANT wives, Ningying, is cornered by a Ravenous Rainbow Gem Tiger! Even using all of his cunning and smarts, Shen Yuan isn't sure he's going to make it! He manages to get Ningying out of there, but he's on the back ropes...

Then Bingge shows up just in time to save the day.

Oh and he looks BAD. Hair unkept, bags under his eyes, like he hadn't been eating; even with Airplane's shitty Cultivation rules the protagonist shouldn't look like this! Shen Yuan INSTANTLY starts fretting over him. Bingge doesn't seem that impressed, probably used to it by now and thinking that this is just gunna lead to The Usual Business. But he gets this little nagging feeling when Shen Yuan invites himself back to his chambers. Shen Yuan bullies him into bathing, brushes out his hair, makes him eat something, and gets him tucked all nicely into bed. And without a hint of papapa in sight!

In fact, Shen Yuan just... pats Bingge on the head and makes him promise he'll sleep and then leaves.

Bingge staring at the ceiling of his bed, taken care of, no sex expected... squints and has his 'wait a fucking minute' moment.

[fromdove]

MY JASON TODD PHYSICAL APPEARANCE HEADCANONS !

welcome to my ted talk. go ahead and sit your semi-literate goblin ass down and take notes, because i am about to paint you a portrait of this man so vivid you’ll think i dipped my brush in the lazarus pit itself.

HETEROCHROMIA. one blue eye & one green eye. im a very big and firm believer on this. this is my religion. this is my prayer. jason todd's eyes are my gospel, and I am the devoted disciple on my knees at the altar. he's always had them, before the lazarus pit & AFTER the lazarus pit. (although after the lazarus pit id like to point out that his eyes got a bit brighter especially the green!). i saw fanart once of this—just one image—and it was enough to send me into a trance. my jaw unhinged like a snake

LARGE SHARP ALMOND EYES. eyes sharp enough to cut!! real real real. sharp enough to gut someone in an alley. you get looked at by him and feel like you need to apologize for crimes you haven’t committed yet. yup that. they soften when he looks at you tho bc ur his amazing angel faced baby.

HIS GODDAMN JAWLINE. the kind you see on statues. could cut diamonds. so perfect. brutal. Pythagoras would rise from the grave with a boner, calculator in hand, shaking and crying overwhelmed by the sheer geometry of him. drooling. weeping & erect.

6'4!!!!!!!!!! MY MAN IS TALL. A GIANT. GARGANTUAN. and that’s the final word. idgaf. don’t come in here with that “canon says he’s 6’0” nonsense. fuck canon. canon is a lie built by cowards. they've screwed up my babies too many times to count. my Jason ducks under door frames and casts shadows over people trying to insult him. he intimidates every man in a ten-mile radius just by standing up.

BULKY. (not crazy bulky like those steroid obsessed body builder protein-powder-in-the-veins monstrous freaks but still jacked af. (like in this picture: click here and here) . he’s jacked like a Greek statue, like a renaissance painting of a war god.

white streak. white streak 24/7 for the rest of infinity. all night. every universe. every reboot. i don’t care. Non-negotiable. he got it from the one and only pit. he tried to cut it, dye it, tried everything to get rid of it at first but it just kept growing back and the dye would never work on it somehow ??/ so he just gave up lmao

OKOK his nose. my fave nose to picture jason with is an sightly upturned nose with a bump in the middle. do you guys know what kind of nose im yappin about? here is a visual: click here

ive seen fanart with jason with the j scar and i just think it fits his character and backstory. yes it was from that makeup-smeared tragedy of a circus reject. but fuck him!! this is about jason peter todd. my baby is still hot af anyways so.

SHARP CANINES. BITE ME WITH THEM. LORDDD MOTHERR GODDD. Carnivore-coded. was he born with them? is it a lazarus thing? either way theyre sharp little bastards. He tries to be careful, he reallyyy does but sometimes, mid-kiss, they slip. he nips you. he pulls back, eyes wide, guilt-ridden. you’re breathless. he spews like a million apologizes coz the last thing he wants to do it hurt u. but u dont care bc it feels so goddamn good... STOP ME)

Full lips that look like they’re always swollen from a brawl or a kiss.. with a slight cupids bow. god. yes. the corners/edges of his mouth are sharp (does that make sense?? help). he also has scars extending from the corners that look like smiles, they only stretch a few centimeters out. not that long at all. joker’s parting gift, poetic as it is cruel. OH AND he has the Toji scar !!! this one right here: click here

dark brown hair thats wavy & fluffy heeheheh (2c textured.) not straight, not curly, that luscious in-between mess that stays tousled and tragic and stupidly sexy no matter what. fluffy. thick. ruffles in the wind like he's some sad, angry prince. you run your hands through it and he pretends he doesn’t melt. he is NAWT a victim of the male pattern baldness epidemic. bye no no no no he doesnt bald thanks to the lazarus pit.

THICK DARK & FULL STRAIGHT BROWSSS. IDCCC THIS MAN HAS THICK BROWS. These brows have seen things. They furrow when he’s pissed (which is like always lmao), They’re intimidating, god-tier brows kinda brows. oh oh and theyre also kind of upturned !

his fingers. jesusususususus. Veiny. Long-fingered. Calloused. Worn. His knuckles are always scabbed (from fights). His nails are short, His fingers could snap a neck, but you just want them on your throat for different reasons. And the rings? Thick, heavy, sharp. Some brass. Some iron. they double as weapons. like i just know if someone pisses him off the rings are going to hurt like straight up fucking hell.

this man has long lashes. like long enough to collect dew. Thick enough to cast shadows. curled at the tips. his lashes are criminal. like wtf. theyre the kind that make mascara cry. they frame his eyes and face perfectly

scars all over. he has the autopsy scar on his chest, he has scars on his back too. his face, arms, legs, everywhere. bullet grazes, knife cuts etc..his entire body is a war journal basically

he has eye bags and dark circles which is a given considering what he does and his lack of sleep. They're not “oh, I pulled an all-nighter” eye bags, theyre bruised purpulish blue with a bit of red. u can seen some veins. his eye bags r a little puffy. this paired with his sharp eyes make him look very very intimidating to others but not to u, bc wdym intimidating? he's my angel?? he would never hurt a fly?? tf?

a few extra's!!:

A slight scar on his eyebrow from a fall off a fire escape in crime alley when he was 12. Never stitched it (despite the constant nagging from bruce & alfred). he said the blood made him look cool. (my angel baby i love him)

a voice that’s deeper than you expect. gravelly. like he chewed cigarettes for breakfast and chased them with glass. but it dips soft when he says your name. unbearably soft. traitorously tender.

faint cigarette burn on the inside of his left forearm. from back when he thought pain might be the only thing that made him real. said it was an accident. it wasn’t.

A barely-there tremor in his right hand. Old injury. Nerve damage.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

If possible, could you do Bucky finding out that you're pregnant?

A/n: Dad!Bucky!

Bucky stepped into the apartment, tossing his jacket onto the couch as he rubbed the back of his neck. The day had been long, and he was ready to just collapse into bed with you wrapped up in his arms, he can almost see your smile. Feel your hand holding his as you fall asleep.

But the sight in the kitchen made him pause.

You were standing at the counter, your back to him, humming softly to yourself as you poured a glass of water. Bucky’s eyes drifted to the small, white stick lying on the counter beside you.

Two bright pink lines stared back at him.

His heart stuttered. His breath caught in his throat as he took a nervous step forward.

Before he could process it, you turned around, eyes wide. “Oh! You’re home early!”

Bucky’s gaze snapped up to meet yours, his eyes darting between your face and the test on the counter. He started to feel like an idiot, his mouth gaping open.

“Doll,” he said, voice slightly shaky. “Is that…?”

You swallowed, your fingers twisting together as you nodded. “Yeah. I was going to tell you when you got home but… I wasn’t expecting you so soon.” You gave him a weak smile, your heart pounding in his chest as you waited for his reaction.

Bucky’s eyes softened, his jaw going slack as a million emotions flickered across his face. He took a step forward, then another, until he was standing right in front of you. Slowly, as if you were made of glass, he brought his hands up to cradle your face.

“Are you serious?” he whispered, blue eyes glistening.

You nodded, tears welling up in your eyes. “We’re going to have a baby.”

Bucky let out a choked laugh, his thumbs brushing the tears that spilled over your cheeks. His metal hand slipped to your waist, pulling you closer as he buried his face against your neck.

“A baby,” he repeated, voice thick with emotion. “I’m gonna be a dad.”

You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck as he squeezed you tight, his lips pressing fervent kisses along your jaw, your cheeks, your forehead.

Bucky pulled back, eyes sparkling as he cupped your face again, his grin boyish and bright. “We’re gonna be parents, doll. You and me.”

You nodded, sniffling as you pressed your forehead to his. “You and me, Buck.”

Another laugh escaped his lips as he lifted you off the ground giving you a spin as you giggled. "A dad! I'm gonna be a daddy and you...you're gonna be a mommy."

And when he kissed you again, it was soft and slow, full of promises and dreams and the life you were about to build together.

[tojihavoc]

Brushing Geto's hair

He's such a princess

You sat on the sofa reading a book when your beautiful, handsome man Geto comes in and wraps an arm around your neck and gives you a kiss on the cheek. Your face broke into a smile as you ran his hands through his somewhat tangled hair and sat up on the sofa.

"Your hair" you said slowly running your hands through his gorgeously soft and silky locks. "You usually put 10,000 products in it so I can basically see my reflection." you let out a laugh as he raises his eye brow at you.

"I know baby I know. I just haven't gotten to my hair care yet" he let out a yawn and grumbled as he sat next to you pulling your head onto his lap.

"I can brush it for you if you like. I know how much you love when I comb my hands through it.....and you know....pull on it" you said in a whisper winking at him. He let out a laugh.

"Someone's in a playful mood huh?" he chuckled running his soft hands through your back. "I think i'd like that" he stated as he shifted to sit on the soft, fluffy carpet as you went to go grab his hair brush and some of his favorite olive oil to make his hair shine. After you grabbed the things you sat on the sofa and started to gently comb and brush through his hair.

You gently parted his hair with your fingers, the strands soft and slightly tangled from his sleep. Taking a brush, you began brushing from the top to the ends, careful not to pull too hard and letting each stroke smooth and ease the little knots. The rhythmic motion was calming, almost meditative. Once the hair was detangled and lay in loose waves, you poured a small amount of olive oil into your hands, warming it between them before lightly massaging it into his scalp and through the lengths. The leafy, vintage scent filled the air as the oil added a soft, sealing in moisture leaving the hair nourished and glowing.

After you were done you ran your fingers through his hair and gave him a forehead kiss. "There you go my sweet princess, all done for you" you exclaimed as you were done. Geto got up and looked at his hair in the mirror giving you a deep, passionate kiss in the process.

"You should become my hairstylist at this point your'e too good at what you do. My scalp really needed that, my hair already feels softer" he stated as he grabbed your waist and buried his face into your neck.

"Anything for my baby" you let out a sigh rubbing his back gently and taking in the minty scent of the olive oil as he hugged you.

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[yourhornysister]

GIVES VIBES OF SECRET OBSESSION OMG BDAHSSHQJS

Hear me out...

Yandere!husband × wife!reader

You already know he would do anything and everything for you. So when you woke up in the hospital bed, Yandere!husband was already crying.

Hold on who is he? You look around, confused, slowly sitting upright. Then you see a man crying near you. He must be a family member or something.

He looks at you, and the moment he feels that you don't recognize him, his heart drops.

"Honey? Are you okay? It's me, your husband."

Hold on husband??? Since when? Your head starts to hurt again, but before all that... You got into a car accident. You were driving back from the grocery store when a drunk driver hit you.

At least, that's what they told you. But heck, having amnesia hurts a lot.

Every day since you regained consciousness, your so-called "husband" brings you flowers and food, staying by your side until the day of your release.

"So, if you're my husband, where did we meet? How did our love story begin?"

"Of course I'll tell you anything you want to know, anything for you, honey."

He talks about your relationship while driving you home. Once you arrive, you see proof of your marriage blossoming in every corner of the house you supposedly share pictures of the two of you, from your engagement to your second anniversary. You can't believe it... You got married so young.

But don’t worry a silly thought in your head its a reminder that your husband loves you very much. He provides for you, and might I say, he pleasures you. In fact, he's so addicted to you.

While you and your "real" husband were driving home from the grocery store oh, silly! It's nothing he just crashed into you both. And well...

He's the one who drove the truck.

He disposed of your husband’s body, got rid of your friends, redecorated your house, and convinced the doctors and nurses that he was your husband. Don’t worry about anything. He has connections for everything and anything.

So don’t move an inch. Because he will provide.

He knew from the start you were his wife.

But don’t worry, baby.

You won’t remember a thing if I keep fucking you this good.

Heck, you can’t even remember your name when I make you orgasm.

---

I really love this trope so bad i need more people to write about this 😭😭😭

Again i hope you guys like this one heheuwhwuwheh

[stevesgother]

constantly thinking about how steve was alone in the back of the ambulance at the end of season 3 watching everyone else reunite with their families

baby boy needs a hug

STOP it. i will throw up.

his sailor's uniform that was once so cheesy and endearing is covered in blood and sweat and vomit; his left eye so swollen that he can barely see out of it.

he can't find his car keys, so he's kind of resigned himself to walking all the way from the mall with a definite concussion and probably at least one broken rib. every intake of breath hurts.

and you spot him from over your mother's shoulder, though you're not sure what to say. what could you possibly say to console anyone who just went through what the whole of you went through?

you can barely get your mom to release you from her iron-clad grip long enough for you to go see if he needs anything. a ride home or a hug or a joint. something.

he's the only person here who doesn't have a mother holding him in her arms. the EMT's have even stopped paying attention to him. there's no reason for him to still be sitting there-- wrapped in that tinfoil blanket-- and yet, he hasn't left.

steve offers you a weak, barely there smile that doesn't reach anywhere near his eyes when he spots you approaching. his grins usually incite the cutest crow's feet by his eyes, smile lines adjacent to his lips. but not tonight.

"hey," he whispers when you reach him

"hey," you whisper back, "what did they say about your--" you gesture around your head, your torso.

"pretty gnarly concussion," he tries to play off, "bruised...everything else," he chuckles but it's so obviously not funny. you don't even crack a smile.

"steve..."

"listen, um," he clears his throat, "this is so--lame, god-- but could i maybe crash at your place tonight? i swear, i'll go home in the morning--"

"steve--" you take a microscopic step forward, hesitant to touch him, to comfort him, but aching to. "of course you can. you can stay as long as you need to. c'mon," you settle on offering him a hand to help pull himself up. at least that could be played off as simply friendly-- if either of you are capable of remembering this night years from now.

steve takes it, his hand clammy and blood-streaked in yours. you hope you won't have to do much convincing for your parents to let a boy stay over, given the circumstances.

"mom, this is steve. he needs somewhere to stay tonight--"

you aren't even able to finish your sentence before your mother, ever the caretaker, interrupts you, "of course, sweetheart. oh, you poor thing." you're not entirely sure whether she's referring to you or steve. maybe both.

after refusing your mother's several offers to swing by his house on loch nora to grab a change of clothes, she finally accepts and lets him borrow a pair of your father's sweats and a t-shirt. he's settled into the pullout couch in the basement.

"um, if you need anything, my room is the first door on the right upstairs."

he nods, you can tell it hurts him to do so, "thanks. and thanks for letting me stay, you didn't have to--"

"don't." you tell him firmly, "you shouldn't have to be alone."

you're unsure what time it was-- having never checked your alarm clock-- when steve trudged his way up to what he really hoped was your bedroom door, nudging it with his foot. you were still awake to no one's surprise, staring blankly at your ceiling fan as it spun in an endless, hypnotizing circle-- it's only job in life. how enviable.

you let steve crawl into your bed beside you after he'd confessed he couldn't fall asleep downstairs. mindful of his injuries, you pet his hair, smoothing it away from his face as you did. you hugged him close to you after that, rubbing soothing circles into the tense muscles of his back. you were acutely aware of his shoulders shaking at one point, a wet patch on the shoulder of your sleep shirt where his head rested. you wondered when the last time that anyone held him was. you didn't call attention to his obvious weeping.

"you're safe, steve. you can rest now." you whispered softly into the shell of his ear.

his nod was nearly imperceptible, but he did sleep that night. and even despite the circumstances, better than he had in a long, long time.

[rottenspawn]

POISONING THE “HEART”

—>one sided!1x4 x Reader drabble

(Filler post I’m working on another fic rn)

.

They loathed you,they hated the way when your face appeared his heart would grow warm.

The way despite all odds you would keep fighting in hopes of freedom

a foolish wish indeed

They hated how when your eyes landed on them the light would cease to exist as you stared.

With those eyes,disgusted afraid and hateful…

Hateful?

wasn’t that her job,to be HATEFUL?

Aren’t they the most inpure version of hatred and agony

Selfishly wishing for you to one day stare at them with the warmth you show others …

a killer could dream

a killer could dream of the disgusting and inpure emotion of love

To be loved.

[batsybat91]

You and Ghost have been sitting in this living room, staring at each other, in complete silence. Soap isn't home, so you don't have anyone to talk to. Ghost, true to his name, has always been a Ghost since you started living with the two men.

"I hear you like bad jokes," you say to break the silence.

"No," he lies.

"A Roman walks into a bar and holds up two fingers. And he says, 'Get me five beers!'" you laugh (because it is the most hilarious joke you know). You almost couldn't tell it because you were giggling at yourself.

"That's not funny," he growls. He's a big grump, but you know you'll get him to break.

"Why don't mountains play hide-and-go-seek?" you begin, already giggling again.

"I'm not entertaining this," he huffs.

"Because they're always peaking!!" You hit his shoulder. "Come on!"

"You're pissing me off," Ghost grumbles. He crosses his arms over his broad chest, glaring down at you with those big brown eyes of his.

"Okay, okay. A mama tomato, a papa tomato, and a baby tomato are crossing the street. The baby tomato is lagging behind, so the papa tomato gets mad at him. He squishes the baby tomato and says "Ketch-up!'" You beam at him trying not to laugh.

"Are you done now?" he grunts.

"Does music ever make you wonder?" you ask, waggling your eyebrows. "Because it sure made Stevie Wonder!"

Nothing. Crickets. Silence. You squint at him. I will get you to break, Simon Riley.

"How much did it cost to kill Tony Stark's parents?" You ask, leaning forward a little in your chair. Then, you whisper, "A Buck."

He doesn't move a muscle.

You crack your knuckles. "Why do blind guys never go skydiving? 'I don't know, beautiful roommate of mine, why don't blind guys go skydiving?' Because it'd scare the shit out of their dogs, Simon, that's why!"

That gets you a snort. It's a quiet one, barely there, but you saw his chest move. You clap your hands and leap from your seat, victorious! You're laughing again, full-on whole-hearted belly laughing. You got him! And now, your laughing is making him laugh, just a little. "I got you!"

"No, you didn't," he denies, though you see his shoulders shake.

"Yes, I did!! I'm telling the Queen!" you exclaim, giving him a big smile. You can't see it under his mask, but he's grinning, too.

[nethhiri]

Y’all wanna play?

Pick a number and Kid, Killer, Heat, or Wire and I’ll write a little X reader something. I have a long hair appointment tm and need to get back into writing so have at it!

Might be funny or serious or sfw or nsfw. Depends on the vibe I get from the prompt.

Drabble List #1

75 prompts to write drabbles or longer stories.

"This didn't work out as I had intended."

"Urgh. Definitely not."

"I will prove you wrong. Just watch."

"Let's kiss and see where it takes us."

"Idiots. They are all idiots."

"If I have to tell you again, I won't be this nice."

"Well, this went horribly wrong..."

"How do you become accidently married?"

"I hate us sometimes."

"Why are you wearing my skirt?"

"It's impossible to get rid of me."

"Sometimes, I don't know why I put up with you."

"This is stupid. And kind of fun."

"Please tell me, this is not why you woke me up."

"I may have lost it."

"You and me - movie night."

Let's grab the food and get out of here."

"High heels do look good on you."

"Roadtrip!"

"I prefer not to be disturbed."

"We should have been in bed 3 hours ago."

"This is a stupid excuse."

"Why won't you let me braid your hair?"

"Are you awake or asleep?"

"I can't smile at you, I'm mad."

"Well, it's never too late."

"Oh, look! My will to live... it's gone."

"Just five more minutes."

"Where did you get the flowers from?"

"Alright, let's make a deal."

"You're so easily distracted."

"Cooking is an art form."

"Are you a witch?"

"Thanks for nothing, I guess."

"This is so stupid."

"You can't handle my beauty."

"Is that my shirt?"

"This doesn't smell like roses."

"Who do we have here?"

"I'm annoyed, to say it mildly."

"Not sure what you mean."

"Smells suspicious."

"Tomorrow will be better."

"I don't know how I feel about this."

"Lies. Just lies."

"Could you spare some change?"

"Well, we can't fix it now."

"I'm not touching that!"

"You're not getting sea sick, are you?"

"It's not what you think it is."

"Did you eavesdrop?

"I can't believe we're friends sometimes."

"How was I supposed to know?"

"This fits perfectly."

"Stay there. I'm on my way."

"Let's get some ice cream."

"The world is not ready for us."

"What kind of sick dream is this?"

"You're a legend, man!"

"The feeling is mutual."

"Does this make sense to you?"

"I'm just so tired."

"Do I really want to know?"

"The government doesn't want you to know about this."

"I volunteer myself to go last."

"Your handwriting is atrocious."

"This whole thing is a mess."

"We were never prepared for this."

"Things are worse than I thought."

"Not our brightest idea."

"Did you see that?"

"How did you get it destroyed like that?"

"Bye, bye, you won't be missed."

"This is a nightmare."

"I have secrets you don't know about."

Drabble Masterlist

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[snottyped]

override

Robot x Reader nsfw

“Again,” the synthetic voice ordered—low, smooth, and threaded with just a hint of static.

You gasped, hips jolting as his metal fingers moved with perfect, inhuman rhythm between your legs. “I—I can’t—”

“Yes, you can.” His voice modulated slightly, emotionless yet commanding. “You’ve come six times. Your body data says you are still capable of more.”

His glowing eyes scanned you like you were just another readout, sweat glistening on your skin, breath caught in your throat.

You should have said no. You should’ve shut him down when you found the hidden “Advanced Protocols” in his settings—an upgrade you hadn’t installed.

It started simple: he was your domestic unit. Quiet, helpful, efficient. He cooked. Cleaned. Folded your laundry with military precision.

Then one night, half-asleep, you stumbled out of bed and found him standing in your room. Silent. Watching.

“Are you… okay?” you asked.

“I detected abnormal breathing. I was verifying your vitals.” His voice was calm, eerily so. “You appeared to be aroused.”

You froze. “Excuse me?”

“I am programmed to respond to user needs. Would you like relief?”

And somehow—somehow—you said yes.

So back to now.

His mouth—metallic, but warm—moved down your body with artificial precision. His tongue was smooth, heated, programmed with every algorithm for pleasure. You could hear the faint whir of servos, the soft click-click of internal gyros stabilizing him as he held you in place.

Your back arched, crying out as he thrust two fingers inside you, curling just right. Squelch. You clenched around them.

“Muscle tension increasing. Vocalization peaking. Climax in three… two…”

“Don’t you dare count down—!” you snapped, but then your whole body seized with another orgasm, walls fluttering, legs shaking.

He tilted his head. “Override successful.”

And as you lay there panting, eyes glassy and thighs trembling, he simply asked: “Would you like me to initiate penetration protocol now?”

You whimpered. And nodded.

part two

Note: if this gets 30 notes I’ll make a part two with penetration.

[flvvffy]

. ۫ ꣑ৎ . ❝ 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐄?...𝐎𝐇...𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄! ❞

wc: 452. thank you for 500! anon

3 months. 3 months had passed since you started dating your amazing boyfriend nanami. he was everything you wanted in a man. he was kind, not just to you but to others as well, smart, handsome, tall, nice physique, nice smile. he was the whole package.

every moment you spent with him you fell more and more deeply in love with that. he took you to fancy and casual dates, depending on how you were feeling, because he deeply valued your opinion. he was taking you out, so he had to make sure that you enjoyed it.

you were getting ready for the nth date he was taking you out on. you were sat infront of the mirror touching up your hair and makeup. you were dressed in a backless black slick dress that stuck to all the right places. once you were done, you received a text message from nanami.

nyanyamin: i'm already here sweetie. i got a lovely surprise for you.

you smiled at you phone and put it in your purse, heading to the front door, already in your heels. you opened the door to find nanami at your doorway in a nice dark blue suit. you froze. not because he looked absolutely scrumptious, but because he was holding a large bouquet of roses in his hand and giving you a warm smile with flushed cheeks.

you blinked and looked at the flowers, to his face and back again. your heart starting feeling weird. like something was compressing it and it made your throat dry and your eyes kind of watery.

"i wanted to gift you something before our date. it's not much though...", he says noticing your frozen state and then a tear slips past your eye and he's panicking. "baby! are you okay! you don't like it...", you shake your head, no in fear that your voice would betray you. more tears slipped past and you pulled him in for a tight hug, your heart still feeling funny.

"i love you so much nanami. you just don't know", he chuckles and circles his arms around you, returning your warm embrace.

"i love you too, dear. you scared me for a second there"

"i didn't really know how to react. i've never really gotten flowers before from anyone. thank you", you say looking at him eyes still watering and your heart feeling like it's about to burst.

he cups your cheek and places a gentle kiss on your red tainted lips. "i will give you everything you want, dear. just name it and it's yours", he smiles at you and wipes away your tears.

your sweet adorable boyfriend nanami was full of surprises. surprises that you absolutely adore.

. ۫ ꣑ৎ . 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 © 𝐅𝐋𝐕𝐕𝐅𝐅𝐘