#dribbly drabble thoughts

[sonomly]

The way lil' Kaminari Denki had to have lost his mind the first time his quirk manifested and he realized he had BECOME Pikachu...

The pure, unadulterated joy on his lil' face...

Him, running around the playground, saying, "Pika! Pika!"

.....

AU...

Running into a lil' Monoma Neito, literally...

Monoma accidentally grabs his quirk and zaps himself...

Kaminari loses it AGAIN because he's just met the absolute, 100% BEST FRIEND he is DESTINED to have

.....

They don't meet again until UA...

Where Kaminari runs into him again, and Monoma grabs onto him...

Feels that electricity...

And says...

"Pikachu...?"

[willesworld]

"I miss your hair."

"What?"

Wilhelm opens his eyes and looks at Simon across the pillow they're sharing. His eyes are wide and unfocused, staring vaguely at the top of Wilhelm's head. Simon lifts a hand and brushes his fingers carefully over the fringe that barely brushes Wilhelm's eyebrow. 

"I miss your hair," Simon repeats, his voice soft. He drops his hand between them on the pillow and finds Wilhelm's gaze. "Your long hair."

Wilhelm scrunches his eyebrows together. He didn't know Simon had any opinion on his hair, to be honest, much less that he missed Wilhelm's old haircut. 

"Before I cut it?" Wilhelm asks, even though he knows. Even though he understands what Simon's trying to say. 

"Yeah," Simon murmurs. He breathes deeply and closes his eyes, burrowing back into the hazy doze they'd been suspended in. 

Wilhelm, however, keeps his eyes open. He blinks at Simon several times. He supposes he finally has his answer on what Simon thought of his haircut, all those months ago.

[modernsapphicism]

Randomly thought of a "what if Regina is actually good at math but wasn't showy" and then I remembered Leighton. like, what if Regina took the same AP math class but just a year earlier for god knows why. Regina and Mrs. Norbury actually got along pretty well, not close, but is civil with each other especially that Regina actually pays attention in her class and gets decent to high marks. The mathletes have wanted to invite her to join, but they're all scared shitless of her. and so when Cady was purposefully failing the class to get Aaron's attention, what if she accepted Mrs. Norbury's tutor offer, the teacher telling the red head "I know someone who'd be right to be your tutor." and Cady begrudgingly accepts.

After school, Cady was asked to meet her tutor in the library and the girl complied, thinking she had nothing to lose since the plastics didn't have anything planned that day. to her surprise, no one was at the library yet. Cady settled in one of the tables, her bag and books sat on the chair beside her. She waited for five minutes, cutting this "tutor" some slack, while she browsed her phone. Cady was about to get up when she heard the door open, and to her surprise, she sees Regina striding in while looking around the library, trying to find who's the unlucky student she'll have to terrorize to not fail this damn math class.

When the two of them finally locked eyes, Regina stopped in her tracks, eyes wide in shock as she processed the information that Cady was the one she would be tutoring. Cady on the other hand, suddenly felt like a cat caught in the act. the young red-head felt like she was sweating rivers of cold sweats as she stared at the blonde. Regina knew she wasn't bad at the subject. In fact, she had been Regina's personal calculator for quite a number of occasions since joining the plastics. 

"Cady?" the blonde questioned, eyebrow raised. Slowly, she walked towards the younger girl, setting down her bag on the table then asked, "what the fuck are you doing here?"

"I.. uh," the shorter girl started, her hand settled at the back of her neck while looking anywhere but the person in front of her. "Mrs. Norbury told me I needed tutoring because I was failing math."

Regina didn't even bother to comment on Cady's reasoning. "Huh." was all that she replied, not wanting to push for more and moved to sit down. Cady wanted this session to be over as soon as possible and she guessed that the blonde also felt the same. Regina took a seat on the vacant chair and Cady took that signal to take a seat as well. The two of them took their books out and dived into their work. 

An hour into their session, Cady couldn’t shake off the feeling that there was something off about Regina. She couldn't help but stare at the blonde from time to time, trying to figure out how she got put in this situation with Regina teaching her about calculus. The blonde had noticed, of course, especially when Cady took too long to answer a simple question. The blonde in front of her sighed, and then dropped the pen she was holding, the act snapped Cady out of her trance. Cady feared Regina was going to yell at her or storm out of the library when she suddenly spoke.

"Okay,” Regina spoke before she turned to Cady, eyes boring into the red-head’s own. Cady suddenly felt the need to gulp and prepared herself for whatever Regina's about to do. "Since it seems like you can't focus on this stupid question, tell me, what's wrong now?" 

Her question caught Cady off guard. Instead of spewing shit, Regina actually, genuinely, seemed like she wanted to know what's gotten the red-head distracted when she was doing fine a few questions ago. 

"Uh.." Cady didn't know what to answer. Her mind was going through hundreds of different scenarios how this conversation would lead to and none of them was good. 

Regina sighed. 

"Use your words, Heron. Spit it out." the blonde said sternly and her head tilted, waiting for an answer from the girl in front of her.

“I- I didn’t know you were good at math.” 

Regina’s perfectly manicured eyebrow raised. Her signature ‘are you fucking kidding me?’ look present the moment Cady finished speaking.

Shit, Cady thought.

A beat of silence fell between them and Cady couldn’t focus on the task at hand. The red-head was about to mutter her apologies when the blonde spoke.

Without looking up at the book in front of her, Regina says with a nonchalant voice, “Just because I don’t tell people, doesn’t mean I’m not good at something.” 

She turned to face Cady and continued, “I can’t let people know everything about me. I need to maintain an air of mystery afterall.” and winked. 

Regina winked. Honest to God winked and smirked. 

If Cady’s brain was already mush five minutes ago, after witnessing that her brain is puréed. She felt her cheeks heat up and as if on cue, Regina tried and failed to hold back a laugh. 

Regina looked back at the red-head. “If you’re done overanalyzing my whole being, sweetheart, let’s go back and focus on this part here so we can pack up early.” 

And with that said, Cady had to take a mental note to ask questions later before she turned her attention back to their lesson. She tried her best to steady her beating heart, making sure that the blonde beside her didn’t hear how her heart was practically drumming through her chest at the sight of the blonde flirting with her.

[shushmal]

Steve notices when Eddie disappears from the party, almost immediately. Robin and the others are crossfaded and a little weepy, and Steve knows they're excited—and scared. They're all heading out next week, Robin to Chicago, Nancy to New York, Jonathan to California. So they didn't notice it, when Eddie got up for the bathroom and didn't come back.

Steve did. Steve's pretty good at recognizing stuff like that, especially when it's painfully familiar.

He's pretty loud when he crawls through his own bedroom window out onto the roof, loud enough that Eddie startles and drops his cigarette onto the asphalt shingles.

"H-Hey!" he says, all false cheer despite the croak in his voice and the sniffling—the way he wipes quickly at his face.

"Hey," Steve says, going for softness and compassion. God knows he's spent many a night out here crying by himself. He doesn't want Eddie to think he's being a dick about it. "You okay?"

"Yep!" Eddie says, pitched too high and the words crack between his lips. "Totally fine! I'll come down in a bit so—"

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Eddie's teeth clack together when he shuts his mouth, falling into silence as Steve settles down at his side. Neither of them say anything. Faintly, they can hear the murmur of their friends' voices, mixed with the summer night call of forest frogs and bugs. Steve thinks about chasing fireflies in the back yard when he was little, how the dark woods are near impenetrable to Steve now, the boyhood security long stripped from him.

Beside him, Eddie wipes at his face again, his elbow brushing Steve's arm because Steve's sat himself so close. Steve, carefully not thinking about it, leans over—further and further—until his head hits Eddie's shoulder.

The sound Eddie makes is soft and broken, so Steve tucks himself even closer into Eddie's side, arm going around his back, and closes his eyes just so he could overwhelm himself with the warmth radiating from Eddie, the smell of soap and sweat and weed, the feel of Eddie's hair on his head when Eddie bows his head as he cries, hair long and curtaining the two of them—Eddie keeping Steve, pulling him in to witness his private grief.

[secretsappyabode]

stan is a very good liar

except when it comes to his loved ones

its as if he’s a completely different person. that boisterous, scheming, con man facade all melts away the moment he’s face to face with someone he cares about deeply

but he’ll be damned if he admits that

you start to notice it as you get closer with him. the little things, the mannerisms that come out without him catching it immediately. he’s used to being caught off guard. spending years constantly creating new sales pitches and identities will make anybody a master liar improviser. a quick switch in his tune and he can laugh and wave off any hint of suspicion from anyone.

but not this time.

this felt different, you’re sure of it

it was a tiny thing, a slip up that anyone would miss, including him. but not you. you catch on.

you ask him.

“what did you mean by that?”

he looks at you.

“whaddaya mean?”

you explain. he freezes. he starts to stammer an excuse. the first thing you notice is his hands. he brings his pointer fingers together, tapping against each other, his hands rub over and over like there’s a spot that won’t go away.

the second thing is his voice. his usual loud abrasiveness is replaced with the hums and haws of a man at the end of his rope. you hear his voice crack, from nerves? guilt? sadness? you don’t know, but one thing is for sure, he’s running out of explanations.

finally, you notice his eyes. or, well, in this case, you don’t.

because he won’t even look at you.

and stan always looks at the people he’s speaking to. whether he’s telling lies or the truth, he always. looks.

but for some reason, his gaze falls elsewhere.

he may have weaved his web of lies, but you managed to catch him in his own trap. it’s not just anybody, no. it had to be YOU of all people.

stan knows you. he trusts you, you’re kind, funny, witty, positive, so many things he loves likes about you.

but god damn it, why did you have to be so fricken smart?! it would have been so much easier if you just played along like everyone else does. if you didn’t catch every little thing, if you didn’t question things, if you didn’t get curious, why did you have to be so stinking curious?! why can’t you just be blissfully ignorant like all the other schmucks in this country?!

why did you have to be so brilliant?

you try to meet his gaze. he avoids you.

what should you do?

taglist!!

@tex-treasures

[simply-passing-through]

Turns out, I've been doing it wrong this whole time

Nothing new there in regards to most of my life but this is specifically about my story tags. I’ll often put the ‘drabble’ tag on my stories because I’ve always understood it to mean a short story that’s too short to be ‘counted’ as a literary short story. Today, I found a reddit post that said that a drabble is specifically a hundred word long story, as in no more, no less. I had no…

[buunnicula]

Adventures with the Youtube Algorithm Episode #6309

Swing And A Miss: no, i do not want to watch people play league of legends, i've just been listening to the arcane soundtrack for the last month like all the other nerds.

Ok, Yeah Sure: huh ok, i'll watch some randos music videos about warhammer 40k lore, a game i have never played and have no intention of checking out.

[baronessvonglitter]

a huge part of me wants to roam the deepest, darkest forests, befriending eldritch abominations and gaining forbidden knowledge

[madamechrissy]

Meddle About

Choso art is from @aransmind omg all their art is so delicious 😩😩😭 go follow themm

pairings- Tattoo Artist Choso x F! Reader

summary- After a bad breakup, on a whim you decide to go get a tattoo!! You remember Choso from college, he was so hot and mysterious but the two of you never talked. Now, he just happens to be the artist of the shop you randomly walk into. And you quickly learn- tattoos make you horny. Whoopsie!!

warnings- this chap, sexual tension, teasing, smut coming on the next, Choso being hot asf. He's not gonna be submissive in this one sorryy

I was thinking of my last tattoo sesh 🤭🤭 Gonna be drabble style chaps 🫶🫶🖤

part two>>>

part one

You didn't expect to get soaking wet as Choso, your tattoo artist, is running that needle across your upper thigh with precision skill. So focused, biting his plump lower lip as he looks at his work, other hand on your hip as he holds you where he needs you.

You knew Choso from college but the two of you never really hung out, you thought he was gorgeous of course but never spoke up, just focusing on your studies and running on red bull and exhaustion. Seeing him today after a horrible breakup and getting a tattoo on a whim was comforting, you knew him already.

But then his fingers touched you.

Long, thick fingers, black rings on each one, painted black nails that are just a little chipped off. Music is softly playing in the background, and its just the two of you in here, in his shop, while he presses ink into your bare skin. The pain feels so good, you feel your cunt throbbing, hands gripping and ungripping at your sides. You let out a moan and he pauses, looking up under dark lashes, as his lips part just a bit

"You good, honey?" He murmurs thoughtfully, black brows knitted together, worried you were hurt. This was your first tattoo, and you were trembling a little, he's trying to ignore how sexy your thighs are, to be professional, but it's almost impossible.

Hed thought you were so pretty in college but he was sure you never noticed him, and he was too shy back then to approach you. You already knowing his name alone surprised him. Your pretty eyes look at him, they're lidded, lips glossy as you nod just a bit, shifting to get up on your elbows. Your black skirt is slipping up and revealing your panties then, making him swallow nervously. His eyes dart away before he stares too long, but he saw them, soaking light pink fabric that makes his tongue ache to lap you up.

"I'm sorry, fuck this is embarrassing," you whisper now, nervously. "I'm um..."

"Don't be embarrassed, people get um... turned on alot during tattoos." He rubs the back of his neck nervously, you eye how just a lock of hair is falling out of his spiky black bun. You brush back a lock before you can think better, and watch his eyes go almost black, feeling your heart race.

"Don't think it's just the tattoo," your soft whisper makes him ache, hard and leaking pre behind his dark ripped jeans just from that. He pictures pinning you down to this black leather bench, having you cum for him then, just from a brush of your fingers. "I'm not usually this bold, ex did a fucking number on me. I think my brain has been fucked."

"Shit I'm sorry." He's so sweet you don't even think he is interested in more, why are you ovulating right now!? And the break up. And Choso is fucking gorgeous.

To much is working against you, and could your pussy stop dribbling!?!

When he's back to tattooing you, you swallow nervously again, laying back and looking up at the mirror overhead. You see his dark head is right over your lap as he runs the vibrating needles on your inner thigh, the pain so delicious you moan again.

Choso pauses.

"Sorry!" You cover your face in embarassment when he inhales your scent, seeing the trickle of arousal slipping down your inner thigh then, glimmering under the lights. He can’t help but have one of his thumbs slipping across it, bringing it to his lips.

Your eyes widen when you peek through your fingers at him, heart hammering, he looks so fucking hot sucking your wetness off him. He places the tattoo gun down now, standing and leaning over you. Your pulse hammers in your fucking ears when a huge hand presses your thigh apart, and your eyes lock, as he drags your wrists down.

"Choso, sorry I'll stop wriggling around," he shakes his head, as you study his pierced lip, when his tongue runs across it, you catch sight of his tongue ring, wrecking your brain further.

"I can't tattoo you like this, we need a break. Get you calmed down, hmm?" You nod nervously, when he leans down, black and silver chained necklaces brushing against your throat and chest when his lips are an inch from yours. "Tell me what you need, pretty?"

You're at a loss for words, just blinking then, Choso called you pretty. Your breasts rising and falling rapidly, the stinging of your thigh burning as the a/c blows across it. You can't say shit, your hand slipping under his thin black shirt, feeling the strength of his rippling muscles, watching the violet of his eyes turn to black as you touch him.

"Use your words, honey. What do you need to calm down and let me do my work?" He raises a pierced brow, you just arch your hips. His lips quirk up. "Use. Your. Words."

"Touch me, Choso."

Hehe comment to be tagged in pt 2 🤭🤭🖤🖤 yes he would be wearing gloves, no I don't care bc I need him sucking his fingers SORRY- also yes, imma tease

[cowgirlvi]

Thinking of sub Jinx with an equally submissive reader, and with a double ended dildo, and they both are completely overstimulated, whimpering and sobbing against eachother, but can't bring themselves to stop... ;)

mdni. sub-bottom jinx. sub-bottom fem-reader. sex toys. vaginal sex. unintentional edging. short drabble.

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you thought it would be fun—the perfect compromise—buying a double-ended dildo so you and jinx could be fucked together, lost in the same pleasure. you’d tried fucking her before but you never had the drive, the dominance, to make her take it, to push her over the edge. and jinx was no better; she always got jealous when your hole was getting more attention than hers.

now, the lengthy, pink dildo is stuffed inside your cunt as far as it can manage, harshly stabbing into your cervix, but you find pleasure in the pain. and jinx is mewling all the while; making little desperate, frustrated noises, trying to fuck the dildo faster inside her own pussy, but it’s hard to manage—hard to find a steady rhythm, with the way you both pause to catch your breath at uncoordinated intervals.

”unghh, baby—need more,” you mewl, and you’re making small, weak sounds—burrowing into the crook of her neck, humping the toy further inside your cunt.

the way jinx clenches around the toy is barely perceptible, but you feel it—tiny, involuntary spasms as she tries to drive it deeper. you can feel the way her greedy cunt slightly pulls the toy from your hole, stuffing more inches inside her own.

jinx has never been good at sharing. neither has her pussy.

”faster, go faster—fuck!” she keens, nails digging crescents into your skin, and she’s whining high in her throat.

you try, rolling your hips with growing urgency, but your rhythm inevitably falters. the pleasure is too much, too raw, building and breaking apart in uneven waves. your pussy is so sensitive, even the slightest movement is too overwhelming for you. you need someone to hold you down and force you to take it, but jinx won’t do that; she needs to be made to take it too.

it’s a dilemma—both of you craving control and the loss of it, stuck in a push and pull cycle.

you start crying—thick, salty tears rolling down your cheeks and splashing onto jinx’s skin. it feels so good, but it’s nowhere near enough. your pussy is crying too, dribbling copious amounts of slick out of your little hole with nowhere to go.

”jeez, such a crybaby,” jinx says, frustrated and out of patience, brows creasing while she’s shifting, searching for the perfect spot, and then—

when she tilts her hips just right, sparks shoot through your core, and you’re desperate to chase that sensation—finally getting somewhere after edging each other for hours.

“oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” you’re whimpering, gasping like a balloon losing air; squeaky and staccato.

ironically, jinx then sobs wetly, holding your hips still so she can just take, take, take. 

you’re pressed so close that the toy is entirely swallowed up by both your cunts. jinx is writhing against you like a fish on a hook, using your pussy to get off, while your pleasure is merely an afterthought to her. she’s humping against you—against the toy—with clumsy, desperate rolls of her hips, like a misbehaving puppy.

you’re so close, teetering on the edge, and you’re sure jinx is right there with you, if her whorish moans are anything to go by—until you adjust, just slightly, and then you lose the perfect spot; the one that had you both crying, finally scratching the itch that’s been under your skin for hours. 

jinx makes a sharp, frustrated snivel, her fingers tightening against your skin as she tries to guide you back. but it’s too late. the moment has slipped through your fingers like sand, and now you’re both aching, desperate, while your orgasms die down again.

“god, mmphh, fuck—“ you gasp, thighs trembling, but every movement feels off, like you’re grasping at something just out of reach. jinx’s breath is ragged beneath you, panting like a dog, and it’s driving you insane.

“do something,” she pleads, raspy and needy. jinx doesn’t push, doesn’t take; she needs it just as bad as you do, but neither of you can force the other over the edge. you’re both trapped—too far gone to stop, yet nowhere near close enough to finish.

you press your foreheads together, panting, skin damp with sweat, and you move—slow, uncoordinated, but determined. so close together that your clits catch, the friction sending a shockwave through you. you can feel the large pink cock reaching deep inside your guts, can feel it in your throat.

“don’t stop,” she huffs.

you nod eagerly like a good little bitch—obedient and mindless—gripping onto her as if that’ll keep you grounded, as if it’ll bring you comfort against the overwhelming pleasure building in your pussy.

you push through the oversensitivity, the ache deep inside your cunt, the maddening need—and then, you find it again, finally. that perfect spot, that devastating friction. your bodies move in tandem—helpless, grinding, writhing—lost in the feeling of being stuffed full of cock, until it crashes over you both.

jinx comes first, back arching like a bow string drawn too tight, locking her legs around you, holding you there as she shatters. she’s mewling like a kitten the entire time, pathetic and whiny and relieved. her tongue lolls out dumbly, her eyes are hazy, and she looks like a picture of debauchery.

”hnghh—pussy feels so, ahh, good, baby,” you moan, and unsurprisingly, you’re coming against her cunt too, riding out your orgasm in helpless, messy rolls of your hips. 

jinx is flinching away from your pussy, flinching away from the cock being pressed deeper inside her stomach—but you can’t find it in yourself to care. you need to come too, after all.

just a little more, just a little longer, until your orgasm subsides. you collapse on top of jinx, panting into her skin, entirely fucked-out; a pile of two needy sluts.

taglist; @marvelwomenarehot0 @marieeeluvsyou @mxchi-mxxn @el-amor-que-tu-quieres @jinxvex @teddybearbutch28 @stupendousbananasharkcop @nahcala @ellieslob @idontwannabehereatm @rhian88 @kyur1jinx @absfemme @blackdykegirlblogger @thatgrlnany @imfckngfantastic @addison12459 @f3ralpuppyg1rl @prettyprincess19 @saphhvi @vixxxxxxxen @jinxedbambi @dreamyraincloud @just4jinx @caninecutiez @skizzrkit @urjnxedd

(3/7/25)

[nmakii]

strayed from the main idea of this drabble… oops.

sae itoshi, who loves calling his girl ‘amorcita’. that’s fine, and all. it’s romantic, but he likes calling you his princess much more.

princess is more than just a pet name to him though. because to him, you’re truly a princess, graceful and beautiful despite your faults; someone who deserves to be given the world. he’d go to the ends of the earth to find something that doesn’t exist if you asked him to find it.

it’s not much of an exaggeration when you say that he’s down bad.

he is— he’s just very good at hiding it. he doesn’t boast about you loudly in the ways that someone like that devil— shidou— might, but he instead manages to offhandedly relate any conversation topic to you.

oddly enough, the only other time sae’s ever as talkative or passionate about something other than football, is when he’s talking about you.

that additional time where aiku asked shidou why he was making funny faces in the locker room? after that, sae mentioned, “my princess makes weird faces too. when she’s sleeping, her cheek is always pressed up to me, and it leaves a red mark in the morning. and, she can never manage to keep her mouth closed when she’s asleep. once, i was able to feed her while she was asleep.” and he sighed, silently smiling at the funny memory.

in his first interview after going public with you as his girlfriend, he immediately jumped at the opportunity to mention you. he had always thought that these interviews were an unnecessary hassle. he’s a good football player, and he’ll let his work speak for itself. “right! soo… sae, how are you adjusting to your new team?” the interviewer asks. sae thinks for a moment, his lower lip raising in a slight pout as he thinks of how to answer. “…the center forward has incredible dribbling skills, i’ll admit that. but, his shot range and goal chance percentage are awful. the rate at which he can score goals is still lukewarm.” he sighs disappointedly, “the best striker in the world seems to have not had his awakening yet. it’s annoying, but the city isn’t so bad. there’s a french bakery near my apartment that my princess and i like to frequent. she loves those flaky croissants with chocolate in them— pain au chocolat, but i tend to just get their house black coffee.” he’s recalling your typical order as if it’s the back of his hand, and the flow of his speech is much more relaxed than when he had been speaking about his new team.

and at this point, the interviewer is confused. “pardon… your ‘princess’?” he repeats, trying to confirm what he heard. sae nods, “yes, my princess; my girlfriend. she really likes those chocolate croissants. she eats about a fourth of it in just one bite. and when some hot chocolate from the inside burns her on the lip, she complains a bit and asks me to kiss it better. it’s really cheesy on her part, but i guess i don’t mind if it’s for her.” even sae doesn’t know just what he’s saying. he didn’t mean to reveal this much about how he feels. …yet, here he was, going on like a pining gentleman in love, and remembering how the softness of your lips felt against his as the piping hot chocolate pressed and stuck onto his lips as well.

in his eyes, you’re as close to perfection as there ever will be. it didn’t matter whether or not your physical appearance changed, or if you suddenly decided to change your career path— as long as you stayed as who you are, he’d be at your side.

and to be worthy of such a perfect human being; his princess. he has to become a king— a king of the field. one who domineers the field with his spatial awareness alone, and passes to the one who can keep up with his vision; the greatest egoist. that’s who he needs to become in order to earn your love; to become worthy of being the one that gets to love you every day and every night.

but even so, it’d still never be enough for him. you always make him want to push his limits further, and show you just how amazing he is.

sae’s really down bad for his princess.

[perceivenoone]

Rancher! Simon

CW: age gap! (reader in 20's, Simon in late 30's) unprotected p in v sex, oral sex (f! receiving), mentions of pregnancy.

AFAB terms used. Usage of female genitalia terms.

Rancher! Simon who bought a plot of land after retiring from the SAS. He had animals of his own ranging from horses to chickens, some were for companionship while others were for eating.

Rancher! Simon who lived in the middle of nowhere and had eight feet tall fence around his property, didn't really like too much social interaction and valued his privacy.

Rancher! Simon who found you sitting off the side of the road with a flat tire, hands on your hips as you stared at the deflated tire.

Rancher! Simon who pulled over to help a poor lass out, parking his Ford truck off to the side as he changed your flat tire.

Rancher! Simon who let you stay the night at his place as it was getting dark soon and the next town was a four hour drive, can't be driving in the dark as a lone woman traveler. It wasn't safe for someone like you.

Rancher! Simon who cooked you dinner for the both of you. As he cooked the chicken in the pan he told you how he slaughtered the chicken himself, how he owned a small farm in his backyard.

Rancher! Simon who showed you the guest room where you will be staying the night. It was just down the hall from his own bedroom in case you needed anything in the night.

Rancher! Simon who laid awake in his bed, his hands down his briefs as he could help but chub at the thought of you just down the hall. How you were so close, yet so far away.

Rancher! Simon who heard the door to his bedroom click open, seeing you standing at the doorway with a gaze to your eyes.

Rancher! Simon who had you bent in half as he ate out your cunt as if he hadn't eaten at all that day. Spit dribbling down his chin and staining the sheets below, groaning as he slobbered all over your country.

Rancher! Simon who had your legs over his broad shoulders, making your muscles stretch as he pounded into you. The sound of skin slapping echoing in his bedroom as the bed creaked in protest and the headboard slamming into the wall.

Rancher! Simon who spoke to you as he held your jaw in his large, calloused hands, "F...Fuck, luvie. Thank goodness for your flat tire or I've never get a taste of how good yer cunt is. Gonna make me bust like a bloody teenager, fuckin' hell!" Groaning as he hovered over you, his body so wide he drapes a shadow over you as you lay boneless beneath him.

Rancher! Simon who cums inside of you so much it spills as he bucks his hips, making sure you take all of it. "Gonna breed you til the crack of dawn, sweetheart. Yer not leavin' this bed anytime soon."

Rancher! Simon who is a man of his word as you went multiple rounds up until you heard his roosters crowing at the crack of dawn.

Rancher! Simon who told you were his lassie now, needed a lovely wife to wake up to in the morning by sinking his cock into her tight cunt.

Rancher! Simon who spoiled you with whatever you wanted. You wanted a new Prada bag? You got it. Wanted to go see your favorite band that was performing in the next town? You got front row seats and a VIP pass. You wanted to travel to some exotic location? The trip was booked and ready.

Rancher! Simon who made sure you had a ring on your finger. He couldn't have you walking around with no ring to tell any blokes to fuck off, plus he couldn't knock you up before marriage.

Rancher! Simon who didn't want a huge wedding, but he understood how it always has been your dream to have an extravagant wedding and went along with it.

Rancher! Simon who bent you over the nearest service as soon as the wedding was over. He was dead set on getting you pregnant, wanted mini versions of you walking around.

Rancher! Simon who fucked you all day every day, so it wasn't a surprise when the pregnancy test came back positive just a mere month later.

I hope you liked my first ever drabble! I haven't written fanfiction in quite a while, so apologies if this was written pretty badly!

I also apologize for any typos or grammer errors, I literally just skim through it when finishing up! Please let me know of any mistakes!

[modernsapphicism]

i was in a zoom class a while ago and suddenly thought of a rejanis au where they attend online classes during the pandemic and she shares a few classes with regina. when janis spaces out during lectures, she mindlessly draws regina. by the end of the semester, her notes are full of little sketches of regina in different poses and different outfits. she has drawn her almost every single day since classes started and she's not sure what to feel about that.

[shushmal]

just a lil steddie drabble, bcs i can

It's a strange thing to Steve, to wake up to someone.

Not that he hasn't before. There were girls before, then there was Nancy. Nancy who slept in contained lines and soft, soundless breaths, her face peaceful and sweet in a way it really wasn't when she was awake. Steve woke up to her sometimes, but it wasn't often. Like a rare treat, an indulgence he could please himself with when she allowed it. After Nancy, there were a few girls again, but no one lasted more than a few weeks. There was Robin too, who curls up sometimes next to Steve and complains about his BO and kicks him in her sleep. But it was different. This was different.

Because now there is Eddie.

Eddie, who plasters himself to Steve's back whenever he can, arms and legs thrown across Steve. He likes to hold Steve when he sleeps, likes to press his face to Steve's skin when he wakes, to breathe Steve in and smile and kiss his cheek and tease him for watching Eddie when in his sleeps.

"Creep," he'd say.

"Love you," Steve would tell him, and watch Eddie's smug smirk melt into something sweet. And Steve would happily accept the kiss Eddie would lean down to give him each time, morning breath and all.

It was strange because it kept happening.

Somewhere, and Steve can't pinpoint where, but at some point, Eddie must have figured out how badly Steve hated sleeping alone, hated waking up to empty beds and empty houses and empty drive ways. Because, at some point, they just... stopped separating at the end of the night. Steve's bed, or Eddie's, or even the back of the van some nights. It didn't matter. Somewhere, at some point, Steve stopped waking up alone and instead woke up to Eddie.

And Steve never wanted to wake up a different way, ever again.

[graphx]

even Anna wears a braid on the side emma cut her ear off!!! It's like so she doesn't feel left out I love them all so much!!!!!!

favorite trope ever is characters helping each other come to terms with scars because it's a physical mark of their trauma that never goes away BUT THEY ARE AMAZING DESPITE THAT JUST QEILRUGBIUOQRGBIOUQREBG (literally in my fic rn except its more zack and lucas center BUT YES AMAZING SHOWSTOPPING MORE SANDY APPREICATION PLZZZ)

Sandy is super underrated like.. He was the only dude allowed to help with Emma’s makeover, and he was super nice with it. Giving Emma a hairpin to help hide her ear to help her insecurities? Godtier, thank you Sandy.

Then there’s the simple fact of how supportive he is! Like seriously, the whistle to show how impressed he is with Emma’s shot is unnecessary but super wholesome.

He also just radiates positive energy, and his status as a medic probably reflects that a whole ton. Look at this face and tell me he isn’t that friendly stranger that asks if you’re okay if they saw you fall off your bike? You can’t.

In summary since this is such a small post? Sandy’s great and I love him and he’s absolutely my favorite GP kid.

[manmuncher777]

Guess who’s back after a 2 month long disappearance (I do that a lot, sorry)

BOSS!Nanami x Secretary!reader drabble

18+ smut xoxo

Boss!Nanami who isn’t sure how much longer he can keep his resolve with you. His perfect little secretary. All you did was make his life that much easier, and you did it all with a smile on your face. He was a professional, he was a grown man and he had to stop behaving like a hormonal teenager. But still, when you would walk up to him with that tight little skirt that hugged your ass in a way that made his breathing hitch - he wasn’t so sure of himself

“Here’s that report you needed sir, I also went a bit further ahead with my notes so you’re all caught up for your meeting” you hold the papers up to the burly man, who stands a head higher than you. cheeks all rosy as you gave him that grin. Crisp while blouse buttoned up just enough to be approximate, but not enough to stop Nanami catching a glance of the lace bra you were wearing from his view above you. His face flushed as he took the papers from you

“thank you y/n, you’re a life saver” he managed out after snapping himself out of his daze, what he really wanted to do was bend you over his desk and show you how greatful he was for alll your hard work, all those times you stayed on with him after work so he could finish quicker,all the extra work you do to make his life easier, the way you remember his lunch order and g and get it for him when he forgets.

Boss!Nanami who goes home thinking of you, the way your sweet perfume filled his nose as you passed, the bounce of your tits with every step you took - the way you looked In that goddamn skirt- but he was a professional; he was your boss. He would never act on his feeling for your - despite the way you giggled and blushed like a school girl the moment a bit of praise came from his mouth

“Brilliant work y/n” he would smile at you - your face heating up, cheeks blushing baby pink. It sounded so sensual coming from his, despite the neutral statement

Boss!Nanami who would undress after a long day and hop in the shower for some relief. that relief being jacking off to you in his head, how you would look splayed on your back over his desk as he ruined you, pulling endless orgasms out of your begging cunt. imagining how you would look in that skirt, bunched up at your thighs as you perched under his desk with his throbbing cock in your mouth, precum dribbling down your chin as you worked him. How it would feel to sink into that cunt of yours after a long tiresome day.

and as soon as that shower was over he would try and wash those thoughts of you away - it rarely worked - as he was a professional

Boss!Nanami who walks in to the christmas work party not really wanting to be there, he had one too many glasses of champagne trying to pass the time and the whole thing was starting to drag - who the hell throws an office party in the actual office?

Until he spotted you. Hair done beautifully, framing your features in a way that somehow made you look more beautiful. that dress you were wearing showing off your tits in a way Nanami had never seen - he did his best to not stare. and the way it hugged your curves had Nanami loosening his tie, trying to manage his breathing.

He wasn’t doing a bad job at maintaining his composure, that was until you made your way over to him, hips swaying, pink cheeks due to the alcohol you’d had already. Your plump glossed lips asking if he was okay, if he was having a nice time. He did his best to maintain the small talk, to keep control. But when that waft of perfume hit his nose - Nanami decided he was a bit fed up of staying professional all the time

Boss!Nanami who had go you to his office, making an excuse about wanting you to read a report. there was no report.

Boss!Nanami who’s lips were on yours the second the door closed behind him. The little whimpers driving him crazy as they left your perfect lips.

Boss!Nanami who really lost it when he heard you whine “Sir please”. He cleared his desk, sitting you on top of it as he stood between your luscious thighs, hands roaming all over your body, he just had to feel you, had to smell you, had to kiss you all over.

Carelessly marking your neck, sucking and biting wherever he could, he’d give you his suit jacket later so you could cover yourself

Boss!Nanami who was on his knees in front of you, eating and sucking at your cunt like a man starved. His tongue savouring the taste of your juices as he sloppily ate your cunt. His huge hands keeping your hips in place as they tried to grind against his face. He was loosing himself in the state of you, his dress shirt half unbuttoned, his tie hanging loosely around his neck. The hair he had previously slicked back now falling sexily into his face as his tongue worked you over and over. Your whines of his name giving him motivation to keep going, not stopping until your legs were shaking from how many times he made you cum

“You’re doing so well for me sweetheart” “always such a good girl for me, the best girl.” “more? darling i’ll give you whatever you need, just ask” “you see how crazy you make me? you’re just to good to me” “come one sweetheart let me repay all of your hard work”

Boss!Nanami who has you bouncing on his cock, sat in his office chair as he watched your delicious tits move in front of his face. he couldn’t wait any longer, dragging your hand away when you went to return the favour of him eating you out “nuh uh darling, my turn to be good to you”

The moment he sunk into your tight little hole, Nanami went feral. Thrust up into you at a brutal pace, his cock bullying your gummy walls until you were gushing all over him. You’re wetness stripping onto his thighs as he pistoned into you. Nanami had never felt this pent up before. Hearing you gasps and moans had him pussywhipped. His hands gripped yout hips with brushing force as he stared at you, watching every little expression of your face

Boss!Nanami who had you creaming on his cock within minutes before he pumped his cum deep inside you hips stuttering and legs faultering as he came with a groan, finishing deep inside you

Boss!Nanami who helped you clean yourself up, kissing your skin as you dressed yourself, helped you fix your hair and gave you his suit jacket In order to hide the marks he had left - he would rather you show them off to the whole office when you both returned to the party, you face pink and legs wobbly. His cum leaking from you. But after all - he had to remain professional