#quick write

[sanddollarpoems]

Drink the dew

From early spring

As she spins you up

In florals and new leaves

Breath in the warmth

Of an early sunrise

As it drenches you

In the welcoming day

[yutxsgf]

Pairing(s) : 𖹭 Boyfriend!Izuku Midoriya x Reader 𖹭

Content : 𖹭 Slightly aged up characters 𖹭 Both reader and Izuku are eighteen 𖹭 Light smut 𖹭 Lots of fluff 𖹭 Matured Izuku 𖹭 Izuku is slightly bipolar? 𖹭

Boyfriend!Izuku never forgets a single day of importance. Realistically speaking, he sets the daily standard. Constantly repeating the upcoming holidays of known relevance that require him to either present you with a gift or at least a few sentences of appreciation beforehand. Just so that he wouldn't wipe the reminder clear from his brain.

Boyfriend!Izuku, who carries around a mini notepad, is filled with things he's learned about you over the amount of time you've been together. Everything neatly jotted down in his signature handwriting with the occasional kaomoji or smiley face.

Boyfriend!Izuku, who adores cuddling up close to you during movie nights in his mom's apartment. His arms wrapped snuggly around your lower waist, hovering above your hip with you settled into his lap.

Boyfriend!Izuku, who has a playlist full of songs that remind him of you, playing it whenever he misses his partner.

Boyfriend!Izuku is all pleasant murmurs of how astonishing you are and soft nuzzles into your neck — until you squirm a little too much in his lap and now his entire demeanor is forced into a shift far too quickly that almost gives you whiplash almost everytime.

Boyfriend!Izuku uses you during your little movie night. Soft huffs and the occasional whimper escaping the greenette as he grinds himself up into your behind. Cursing you — obviously censored. He'd never curse willingly, especially in his mama's apartment — for being so perfect. Too perfect.

Boyfriend!Izuku, who profusely apologizes after he blew one in his boxers. Abruptly pulling away to cleanse himself, only to come back with more apologies. All to do it against some other day, though not anytime soon, of course.

Boyfriend!Izuku, who vows, he'll be the one to be waiting for you at the alter. And the thought dizzies himself.

> He loves you so much <

Flower type : 𖹭 Love me nots | Drabble 𖹭

[cherry-pop-elf]

Morning Classes

Severus Snape x Reader

Summary: You spent the night in your boyfriend’s bedroom, at the school he works at. The issue with sleeping in a dungeon, is that you can’t tell when it’s sunrise. You slept in, and decided to make it known to everyone that Severus Snape CAN get some bitches

Warnings: None really, besides implied sexual content. But none actually. Also teenagers being teenagers, and poor Snape ready to have a heart attack

“Sevvy?” You yawned, as you would lift up your head. There you were, in satin sheets. Perfect for the muggy weather that the dungeons collected. Breathe able, light, and soft. Made you want to never leave the ink and emerald covers, but you wanted to get some breakfast with your boyfriend.

Another yawn left you, as you climbed out of the covers. Quick to steal one of his dress shirts, and cover yourself up in. You loved how it was a dress on you. Made you feel so safe, and warm. Emotionally, anyway. Despite the muggy weather of a dungeon, it can change and become so chill. Just a matter of when Peeves wants to snuff out the fire places.

“Sevvy? I want us to get some breakfast.” You called, as you stretched your body. The cold stones sending shivers through your feet, and up your spine. “And cuddles. I want more cuddles.” You cooed, as you would force open the heavy door. The one to lead to his classroom. Took some effort, but you broke through.

“Sevvy, sweetie? Let’s get some br…” Your heart dropped, as you froze. Seems you slept in, because class was in session. The familiar smog of the potions brewing filled the air, but never enough to hide the faces of his students. Along with himself.

The way every student was jaw dropped, at the realization that someone was in Snapes bedroom. Not only in his bedroom, but clearly having spent the night there. They just couldn’t process it, and neither could Snape. That ever cold scowl vanished, to be replaced with the most brilliant of pink cheeks. Seems Hogwarts was just a breeding ground of making sure he got embarrassed.

“Oh….I….Apologies….It can be kinda hard to tell the time, when you are underground.” You gulped, as you rubbed the back of your neck. You tried to step out of the room, but your back came into contact with the door. No way did you want to turn around, and risk exposing your naked butt to a bunch of kids. That’s not only gross, but also very embarrassing.

“Damn, kinda hot-“ A student said, causing Snape’s head to spin so sharply. You are surprised that no bones were broken in the process. As if he had time to figure out who said that. He had a partner to worry about. He cursed himself for letting you sleep in.

“Not. A. WORD.” He warned his students, as he quickly ran to your side. Swiftly he would take off his ever present cloak, and wrapped it around you. Let you be covered, as the students still stared. Never did they think Snape could be human. Find love, have a romance, be intimate with someone. It was just kinda assumed he was an entity all on his own.

“I am so sorry-“ You quickly whispered, with shame in your eyes. Way to go. You had to humiliate him. A man that’s been burdened with such all his life. You just had to give him more trauma. Way to go. That’s reading on your face like a book, and he won’t have any of that. He will break the cycle.

“I should have left a note-“ He tried to whisper back, but failed. The classroom was so silent, from shock, so much as his own heart beat could be heard. Was Snape taking responsibility for his own actions, and not wanting someone to feel bad? Who is this imposter? That was getting the class rowdy now.

“Students-“ He warned, but the teenagers in them were over ruled. They had so many questions. Who is this person? How did you two meet? Did you go to Hogwarts with him? Are you from another school? Pure blood? Muggle born? Did you top?!

“I uh. Just better go get some pants on-“ You swallowed, as he nodded. He was quick to open the door for you, and you ran in. It would then slam behind you, but it couldn’t muffle the gossiping of the class.

“Children-!” He warned, but their curiosity overruled their fear. They had to know. Who the hell were you?! Why would you settle for him?! So many questions, so little class time to figure it all out. They needed to know!

You made sure to hurry up, and slipped on some random bottoms. Along with a cozy top. Just clothes to actually wear, as to go out there and save your boyfriend. It must be an emotional nightmare to deal with. A bunch of students ganging up on him, much like his childhood. You will save the day.

“Hey everyone-! Sorry about that-! So uh. Hi! Yes, I’m his romantic partner. No, we didn’t meet at Hogwarts. I’m a-“ You began to rattle off, as to try and settle everyone down. Along with give Severus a moment to breathe. Breathe, and process what is happening. So much for staying under the radar.

“Why him?” Someone asked. Damn, even you could feel Snape’s death glare towards the student. Stings, but you snuck your hand to tangle with his. Comforting him, with brushing your thumb over his knuckles.

“Oh where do I start? Handsome, smart, charismatic, playful-“ That got a brow raise at the remark. The moment you kissed his cheek? Everyone was gagging, and making mock throwing up noises. You swore you saw a smile tug at his lips, at such foolery. Had you giggle, as you nuzzled your head into his shoulder.

“Thank Merlin, the bell-!” A student shouted, as the clock tower rang. Everyone was quick to bolt, leaving behind cauldrons full of left over potions. That had him rubbing his temples, but you already grabbed your wand. Working on the first one for him.

“The talk of the school….again….” He grumbled, as he would work on another one. He never liked being in the spotlight. If he could hide in the shadows, he would. Impossible now. Given the ‘scary potion master’ now had a romantic partner. Someone could love him? Such horror.

“Oh hush. Bet they are just jealous that I’m the lucky one.” You soothed, as you would give his cheek another kiss. Make that, multiple kisses. Just peppering him, and not willing to lighten up. Not until he smiled.

Took a minute, but he did. Just for you. He smiled, and soon returned a peck to your own. Far softer, and quieter. Just how he was. Like a gust of wind, in the moonlight. One of the endless reasons you adored him.

“So…..no breakfast-?” You puzzled, before he handed you over an apple. He had made sure to grab you something, after he had his own. He kept you in his thoughts. Had you just beaming, as you happily took it. Taking a large bite, as you now sat on his desk. Eye candy, as he worked.

Maybe today won’t be so bad after all. He’s in good company.

[plan3tstarr]

Thinking of…

Nanami eating your pussy hungrily just after he came home from work. You heard a little talk about how work was stressful right before he lifted you off your feet, placing you on the kitchen counter, not even caring about your underwear and going straight to work. Licking your sensitive bud before sliding a finger in your wet hole. He only care about your pleasure and yours only. He didn’t place any attention to the growing budge inside of his pants while you let out muffled moans, not trying to be loud but he encouraged it. “Be as loud as possible princess, I love hearing you.” He said as he slide in another finger, still sucking on your clit like a baby.

Afterwords, he brung you to couch, no time going to the bedroom having you in doggy style. His hard member sliding inside of you easily and filling you whole. He grabbed a chunk of your hair, forcefully pulling your head back. “I love looking at you pretty face as i fuck you, so no looking back princess.” He said as soon as your ass started clapping back on him as he went in and out of you. Letting all of stress and anger from work out onto your little pussy as he whisper sweet little nothings in your ear. And of course you couldn’t hear, you were too busy taking it like a good girl

QUICK A/N: should i make this a series of different characters 🤭ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི ????

[thepenultimateword]

Always

Villain tried to shut the door, but Henchman was too fast, catching it by its edge before the gap could fully disappear.

“Found you," they said, half threat, half croon. They shoved into the house, knocking Villain back a few steps.

"What are you doing here?" Villain said, catching themself on the coatrack and nearly pulling it down on top of themself.

Henchman reached over Villain's head to steady it and then stayed there. Peeling back the nonchalance plastered over their shame. Taking in their altered form.

"Where have you been?" they countered, soft, knuckle raised gently against Villain's cheek before abruptly dropping again.

"Here. There. What does it matter? You found me." Villain ducked under their arm and hobbled slowly to the couch. Henchman's heavy step traveled in the opposite direction, followed by the click of the door closing, then the steps tramped back toward them. By the time Villain had plopped down on the couch cushion Henchman was kneeling in front of them. For an instant, it was like nothing had changed. Total fealty.

Villain stopped their hand short before they could touch Henchman's head. It felt wrong when they were so utterly weak. There had always been a balance, Henchman so physically intimidating, and Villain thrumming with destructive power. The upper hand, the reason for such devotion, had been crystal clear. Now, Villain could wither and scatter under Henchman's expectations.

"You completely disappeared." Henchman laid their head in Villain's lap anyway. "You were hurt and I got worried. But you didn't answer my calls. You didn't tell anyone where you were going. It's taken me 8 months to track you down. It's like you were trying to avoid me."

Villain sighed, dropping their rigidness and succumbing to the urge to stroke back Henchman's hair. It was just as soft as they remembered, thick and fluffy like an animal pelt. They twirled a piece above their ear, but avoided Henchman's watching eyes as they responded, "I was done for and everyone knew it. It was better to step down and disappear than wait for someone else to assassinate me."

Henchman reached up and took loose hold of Villain's wrist. Why was their gaze so earnest? Didn't they know? Didn't they feel the difference in them? Shouldn't that past awe and adoration be visibally dying at the sight of them?

"I would've protected you," Henchman said.

"I didn't want you to. I have too many enemies. You would have been hurt."

"Then you should've told me. I would've come with you."

"I didn't want that either."

Henchman flinched, and Villain was struck with a stab of guilt. That wasn't entirely true. Of course, Villain had wanted Henchman with them. Of course, it was agony knowing they couldn't even say goodbye. But anything but a clean break would have been worse. They couldn't just ask Henchman to give up their position, goals, and standing for life of nothing. No, more than that, they couldn't bear to see Henchman's devotion grow into disdain. The loss of their powers was the loss of their worth. Henchman would've clung to the threads of their memories but ultimately, Villain would have failed them.

Henchman dropped Villain's wrist but huddled in a little closer. "And...now that I'm here?"

Villain's heart panged. "You should go back."

Henchman hugged tight around Villain's legs, almost like a lifeline. "Why?"

Moment of truth. Time to make this permanent. “I’m not going back.”

“I know.”

“I can’t. I’m ruined. Those heroes took everything when they stripped me and left me for dead."

"I know."

"And even if I wasn’t. I still wouldn’t go back. I was getting tired. Losing focus. That's how they got me in the first place."

“I know.”

Why did they keep saying that? Obviously, they did not know if they could be so casual. This was the rest of their life!

“Henchman, I can’t give you anything anymore. I don't have the influence or power to protect you. I can't bring about a bright new world. I'm spent. A pathetic shell. You should find another person to serve. I'll never be able to give you what you want."

Henchman turned their head up at them. "Why would I want any of that?"

Villain choked. "Don't you?"

"Maybe when I was a kid. Things change over a couple decades." They lifted their head and sank back on their heels. "Your powers were amazing. It's true that they drew me to you. But I never stuck around for that. Or for the status. You're just so..." Henchman broke off, face crinkling as they searched for the word. Finally, they shrugged. "I don't know; it's too big. You spent so long taking care of me. Looking out for me. Giving me chances I didn't think I deserved. Let me do the same for you." Henchman took their hand in both of theirs, hesitantly kissing one knuckle. "Just let me be with you."

Villain flushed a little. They'd always been close. Close enough for feelings. Close enough for both to recognize it in the other. But there had never seemed to be a right time to acknowledge them out loud.

"Do you really not want me here?" Henchman said at Villain's extended silence.

"You'd be ok with a normal life?" Villain pressed. "No powers, no schemes, no money, just me?"

"It's always been just you."

Villain slid off the couch and onto the floor in front of Henchman. "Of course, I want you here."

They couldn't keep their voice from cracking in the middle and the next thing they knew they were folded up in Henchman's arms. They melted immediately. All the shame, fear, and frustration seemed to fade right out of them.

"I love you."

Henchman jolted a little, but as they pressed their head to Villain's, Villain saw a smile tugging at their lips. "Good. Then I'll always, always stay."

[worldbuildingwanderlust]

I could play a symphony

Strumming the thread

That connects our souls

[cheeseatlantic]

heres some dating soap headcanons before i feed you guys, call it an appetizer?? i dont know man.

grumpy reader x sunshine char!!

dating johnny is basically like dating your best friend, you two do stupid shit together like find abandoned shopping carts and push each other down hills, wrestle (to see who would win, duh) and your personal favourite? pranking each other.

it’s sort of like his energy is infectious because without him you’d be a total ass to everyone but when he’s around it makes you feel like you want to improve, to be a better person. for him.

[lilacxquartz]

Yeah, I’m gonna need more of that villain yandere who’s extremely gentle with reader, just that little drabble you made has me head over heels for them 😭😭

i hear you anon! there is something extremely appealing about a potential villain yandere who is capable of extreme evil that has such a gentle side that it makes you doubt who they truly are.

let’s consider a scenario idea: how did you end up with them?

content warnings: yandere talks, implied stalking, heavily implied abduction — side note: not proofread

well. to be quite honest, you weren’t entirely sure. at first when you woke up, everything was normal. you were in your bedroom and nothing was amiss. everything was just as you remembered it, but then. some things started to slip through the cracks.

the room you were in felt stuffier for one, and there was no light coming in through the window. you looked outside just out of curiosity and were met with a brick wall. that couldn’t have been right! as a result, you tore out of the room in your sleep clothes, only to be met with a place you didn’t recognise at all.

this was your room but it was merely a replica of it!

so where were you really? you had no idea. in fact, you didn’t really want to find out. sure, you were curious enough, but if you considered it… every single piece, every fold, every old stain and speck of dust was perfectly copied into wherever this was.

someone has been paying attention to you and your life to a disturbing extent. as a result, you retreated back into bed, throwing the covers that smelled a little too fresh over your shoulders and backed yourself up against the corner. your mind was reeling, desperately trying to figure out if this was a cruel joke or if it was something much more complex.

after a while though, someone comes in through the door. someone you recognise, but not personally. you’ve maybe heard of them through word of mouth or through the news of your circles, or the like, but what you did know about them was that they were not someone kind.

you tried backing away as they approached you with a tray packed to the brim of familiar smelling dishes, that tickled your senses in the way that you liked. homemade assortments of your favourite breakfast items, although, at a glance, prepared with almost an eerie precision that made the offering feel wrong.

they then set it aside on a nearby surface, choosing to take up a small space on your bed. they’d coax you out and draw you in, despite every fiber of your being screaming at you to get away from this person because something wasn’t right about them. this must have been some sort of trick, after all.

and yet, all they did was sit there and smile so warmly at you to an extent that such a gesture was terrifying to you. they petted your head, smoothing their tainted hands along your scalp l as a kind gesture in which they hoped would comfort you. they’d whisper all sorts of promises, that it would all be okay, that they just want the best for you, that you were safe now from a world that didn’t appreciate you, but then—

you saw your opening. they were distracted but the door that led just out of the bedroom was technically unmonitored, because they were in here with you. while they were distracted, you tore out of there as fast as you could, running towards your hopeful freedom and yet…

oh you silly thing, did you really think you’d get far?

their hands wrapped right around you, so strong and longing, reeling you tight against their chest so that you could feel their frantic heartbeat. you worried them just now. their nose settled into the back crook of your neck and their lips hovered just beside your ear, their voice so low and smooth, lacking the initial warmth they greeted you with. it wasn’t a voice that was exactly cold, but it was laced with a threat that left you feeling… let’s say, uncertain.

“i will allow you many things,” they promised, tightening their arms around your frame, “but escaping me is not one of them.”

the warning was clear, and they couldn’t help but ghost lazy kisses around your neck, however, ceasing from the moment they sensed your discomfort. they had to take things slow, they had to be gentle with you. they’d change just for you, but nobody else.

“i apologise,” they’d then conclude, “i don’t want to make you feel afraid. please come eat breakfast, i’ll leave you alone if you’d like.”

they’d always true to their word, too, but that initial threat would come to haunt you. what was truly chilling to you, however, was when you witnessed the horrors of what they were capable of, only for them to comfort you with those very same hands (that one time ago, when they demonstrated to you what real mercy looked like).

[nightmareonslvtstreet]

Not Tonight

| Nanami, Kuzan, Fatgum, Smoker, Macro, Katakuri, King, Benn, Rayleigh, Aizawa, Yami, Shanks, Mihawk, & Anyone else

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Looking out the coffee shop window, you take in the lively scene. The shop usually closes around the late evening hours of seven making it the perfect time to see the night come alive. You watched as the calming sun-kissed sky slowly turned into a mystical night. The streetlights turn on illuminating the dark streets. Taking a slow calming breath, you relax and sip the remaining coffee in your cup before returning to work. Lost in the scenery, your eyes gazed towards a man outside the shop’s window.

Your attention was taken by a man who dressed in the finest suit you have ever laid eyes on. Eyes continue to pan as you take in his height. The calming demeanor he carries is reciprocated through his style of dress and the way he takes care of his appearance. Your eyes couldn’t detach from the man as he walked into the store. Adjusting his suit, he orders a hot cup just before the shop closes. The staring must have become noticeable as he turns in your direction to see who is looking. Embarrassed, you turned your face only to realize that you were standing in a sea of nothingness, being the only person in the direction he was looking in.

The slight smile he gives sends an arrow through your heart. He motions you to come over, but your body betrays the command. You begin to feel as if you’re strapped down to the ground. Feet heavy as boulders refusing to move. The words you want to say remain trapped by anxiety and paranoia. A shower of terrifying thoughts and the smell of dread wash over you as you start to fantasize about the different possibilities that can take place. Your heart races as the thoughts run rampant in your mind, “*What if he doesn’t find you interesting? Attractive? Time worthy?*” the criticizing words flood my mind. Overwhelming to the point of no return. Your face flushes red as you notice him finding you in this position feeling like a fool. Looks of concern take over his face as he begins to question his actions.

Defeat raises more in both of you as hesitation sets in. Losing breath with every passing second, trying to figure out what the next move between the two of you is going to be. Your courage is hiding deep inside as you barely must use it. You’ve never been in a relationship, and always find yourself backing out of it for fear of being reminded of the cruel past of failed attempts. You want to scream just one word, a simple "*Hey"* would be enough for you, but you can't bring yourself to it. Choking on words and crumbling deeper into yourself. Forgetting your surroundings, a light hand places itself on your shoulder while the other engulfs your tense hand. His voice was just as attractive as his looks, "*Are you okay?"*. All you could find yourself doing was being wide-eyed and embarrassed that you couldn't speak in his presence. He smiles to bring comfort. Your eyes close as he embraces you and tells me I have nothing to be afraid of. Sinking deeper into his chest, you melt as you’ve never felt this before. Especially from someone who doesn't even know you. Blood rushes to your heart as you muster the courage to utter a, *"Thank you."*.

Letting go of the warm embrace, you stare at him again. Lost in his eyes, a new emotion you find unrecognizable creeps in. As you open your mouth to speak, he cuts you off. Slipping a piece of paper in your hand before bringing the hand up to his soft lips and kissing it gently. He looks you in the eye and smiles one last time taking his coffee and leaving with a nod of his head. Coming back to reality, you mindlessly stroke the kiss stain on your hand and look at the writing on the note, *"Whenever you're ready. -XXXXXXXXXX.".* The words on the paper float around in your mind as they bring ease to the overbearing thoughts. You begin to ease out any lingering worry and find breath again.

You scold yourself one last time for not speaking up as you become grateful for being granted another chance to speak to the lovely man. Running your fingers over the handwritten note as you look back at the night through the window. You wished he had come back, so you could go right up to him and tell him how you feel but you assume tonight is not the night for this princess to find her knight in shining armor. Smiling at the note kissing the same spot on your hand as he did you whisper, "I'm ready, but not tonight.".

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A/N: Thank you all so much for taking time out of your day to read my first short story. I really want to do a part 2, but I'm sure if I should. Anyways thank you again!

[ahhhxeviie]

Hello, this is my first smut chapter that is going to be posted!! I have tried writing it before, and I have kinda always had trouble writing smut because ots kinda hard without seeming like a total idiot.. but we are going to hope for the best also if you like this leave a request! Also I think I'm gonna try to start releasing 1 of these a day.

Summary: StevexReader wake up with the whole morning planned ahead of them, just to fish out they have work :(

warnings: 18+, smut, swearing, kissing, fluff, unprotected sex, slight quickie,

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The morning sun peeked through the curtains, casting golden rays across the bedroom. The air was still warm from the tangle of blankets, and the shared heat of two bodies curled up together. A quiet hum of contentment filled the room as Steve shifted slightly, burying his face deeper into the crook of your neck, his bare chest pressed up against your unclothed back. His hand slid up your body, tightening at your waist.

A plethora of sloppy kisses feather your neck.

“Mm,” you murmured sleepily, a slow smile creeping onto their lips. “You’re awake.”

“Barely,” Steve muttered, resuming his soft kisses.

You chuckled, turning over to face him, “We have to get up.”

Steve retighted his grip around you, “Do we?” He pressed a slow, lingering kiss against your shoulder, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. “Because I’m pretty sure we can just stay like this forever.”

You sigh, twirling the back of his hair in your hand, "A couple more minutes, then."

"Yes," Steve cooed.

You hitched your leg over him, scooting in closer. That quiet hum of contentment filled the room once again as you closed your eyes, and Steve resumed his soft kisses on your body, which quickly turned into something more heated.

"Steve." You whined as he sucks a mark into your neck. He pulls his head back up, now pressing a kiss to your lips. You kiss back softly.

Steve flips over, now on top, while still holding the kiss together.

You slide your leg up to rest on his hip.

Steve kisses down your jaw, "You are so beautiful." He praises looking down at you with a smile.

You could help but smile back as a blush covers your cheeks, "You not to bad yourself."

Steve leans his head back, laughing a little, "Fuck, the things you do to me."

I giggle as I lean my head back on the pillow to glance over at the clock the nightstand nearby, "Shit! It's 10:40! Our shifts start at 11:00 today! If Keith finds out we are late to work again, he will fire us!"

"Son of a bitch, you right."

"Yeah, I know so let's try to get into this quickly."

"No problem." Steve smirks. He grabs your hips, quickly inserting himself into your wet entrance. You gasp, wrapping your legs around his waist.

"Fuck." Steve groans, beginning to move his hips.

Normally, morning sex between the pair of you was slow and soft, but because of the time crunch, Steve's pace was fast and his thrusts were rough. You grab onto the sheets, arching your back.

"Steve," You moan out.

"You feel so good, baby." He mumbles, cupping your cheek.

You nod, as you feel his cock sliding in and out of you. That familiar feeling if your tummy start to burn a little as his thrust pick up pace.

"You close?" He asks, biting his lip.

"Y-yeah." You moan.

"Cum for me."

You screw your eyes shut, clenching around his cock as a string of moans and Steve's name fall from your mouth.

Steve continues thrusting to get himself to the edge and to help you through your high. You feel as his pattern getting slow and sloppy, and sooner or later his cock is twitch inside of you, filling you up.

Steve pulls put flopping next to you. You glance back at the clock that now read 10:45.

"Well, that was a nice way to start off my morning, but now we have to get ready."

"Why can't we just call in sick?"

"Because we did that last week." You giggle sitting up.

Steve groans as you toss a pair of boxers at him, "C'mon, sleeping beauty, out of bed."

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heyy hope you guys like this one!! Sorry for it being short, Let me know how I did considering this was my first smut one-shot. Also leave a request! And btww I don't just write for Steve I write for a quite a few fandoms, like obx, scream, certain youtubers, so just lmk and I'll tell you if I'm willing to write it! Bye lovely

Edit: Hey everyone sorry I just reread that it is was extremely quick 😭 lol next time I will try to work on the time placement of the story omg

xoxo, eviie

[sanddollarpoems]

Can you be the thing I can believe in?

The world is falling apart,

can you hide my heart,

let me believe in you and me?

Can you be the thing I hope for?

I've lost the will to fight,

I'm just wandering in this night,

can you be the place of safe keeping?

[serensama]

A Word with Friends

Thank you @hedwigoprah for always remembering meeeeee - I'm gonna see how far I can take this Illarook "one-shot" with all these words before I have to change course completely! XD

For you to copy and paste: Rules: Use the challenge word to write a sentence or scene and then tag a few friends. Happy writing!

This week's word: Egregious

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Lilya managed to make her way to his office by muscle memory alone, her mind too busy imagining what her Talon could have been doing to her… her… Illario. What he could have been doing to Illario.  They hadn’t put a label on what they were doing, both of them muttering to themselves and each other as they peeled off their leathers, that it was madness. Temporary. Fleeting. Madness. If they had just been anyone else in their Houses, it could have been forgotten. But he was Dellamorte by blood, and she was Viago’s prized blade- dalliances between them meant more than just sex- no, to outsiders, it would seem like each House was vying to steal from the other. Depending on the perceived slight, it could mean war between Houses and considering it was against the damn First Talon… it would be seen as the most egregious of slights.  She did not think to sit down, knowing the fury that raced through Viago’s veins, he would bark at her to get up anyway or perhaps kick the seat from under her. He’d never been unnecessarily cruel to her before, but she reasoned there was always a day to start- and potentially starting a Crow Civil war just because she wanted to get off was a decent reason as any for a Talon. Still, she did not have the heart to end whatever was brewing between her and Illario, could not bear the idea that he wouldn’t be waiting for her on the outskirts of Treviso, to be the first to welcome her home from a contract. Hated the thought that he’d be back to hitting the bars and Casino and bringing back anyone other than her to warm his bed. Crushed by the mere notion that he would be used to further his damned House instead of finding something more meaningful with-  The door opened, and Lilya stood straighter, her hands behind her back like a soldier. Tense and barely breathing, she heard Viago slowly make his way to his desk, his cane lightly clicking on the floor in time with his boots, his breathing haggard as if he had just run miles to get there instead of a flight of stairs. She licked her lips and took a deep breath, readying herself to apologise and bear the brunt of his rage, but instead she saw his expression imbued with something much, much worse. Disappointment.  Fuck.  

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[plan3tstarr]

the idea of a 2man has been in my mind lately

Just Imagine…

You and gojo and geto are going at it. Ass up but your face as well. Balls slapping against your wet pussy as they also slap under your chin. A mouth full of dick while another is balls deep inside of you.

Getting the meanest back shots from gojo while geto fucks your throat like a little whore. The perfect two man. Gojo dick perfectly hitting that special spot inside of you that’s driving you mad while Geto is making you maintain eye contact with his pretty face. Tearing rolling down your eyes as you take all of his dick down your throat. It was too much for you. But fuck did it feel good to get fucked by these two.

“I don’t know if they can take it, Suguru. Getting tighter and tighter. I might bust before they do.” He said breathing heavily.

“They barely keeping up here. I know can barely keep it up anymore. Anymore and I think i’ll start choking them.” He chuckled looking back down at you with those eyes.

He was probably right. You didn’t know your limit but you sure as hell wanted more. Your body started to tense up a bit, you were close.

“I think they close” Gojo said.

He arched your back even more as he went deep inside of you slowly increasing the pace while your throat got fucked with pre cum dripping out your mouth. Your vision blurry and the sensation too much, you felt yourself cumming on Gojos dick while he fill the condom up with his own cum.

“Shit” Getos says before he cums in your mouth. They both let go of your and letting you be for a quick minute.

He’s grabs your face.

“You’re such a slut.”

A/N: sorry for not posting, it was my birthday and I had to go to disney and it was HORRIBLE!! i cried and bunch of stuff for i couldn’t do my birthday special so my creative flow been ass

[charzeewrites]

I hate my father, and I hate myself,

Because I am his daughter,

And therefore I am him.

[worldbuildingwanderlust]

You are never lost

If you never focus on

The destination

[lilacxquartz]

i’m hearing everyone out on extremely unhinged and volatile villain who is almost eerily gentle but only with you, especially intimately—

trigger warning: yandere talks, suggestive content

like they committed some sort of canon-typical horror just moments ago and saw the unease written on your features, so they paused in their mania. they then cupped your face and smoothed their thumbs over your cheekbones, leaned in real close and just… immediately gently, tenderly even, pressed their lips against your forehead.

“i got carried away again,” they’d say, “forgive me for scaring you,” they would possibly add, while being unable to take a single step at all away from you, wanting to comfort you in the most intimate way they know how.

they’d lead you to a safe place, perhaps their bedroom or wherever they kept you, assuming that i’m writing a yandere, and they’d ask for your forgiveness with each kiss that they’d pepper ever so softly onto your flesh. they’d touch you, perhaps almost reverently, brushing their hands against your skin as if worshipping.

maybe they’d lose themselves a little, kissing you with more drive, allowing you to fall gently over a plush surface, kneeling in between your legs as they’d hover over you, always searching for your acceptance. if they’d find it, they’d continue to test the waters, no matter how much they’ve already done it with you, intending to undo their wrongs by righting you.

if they’d find none, they’d be upset, of course, their darling isn’t so forgiving of their wrongdoings today—they messed up. they’d cuddle you, spoon you, hold you close, if you allowed it and if not, they’d leave you be in the safest place they know.

all the while if you fight against them, they’d let you pound bruises into their flesh as you tried to escape, they’d hold you tight if they saw you inch towards an exit, they’d drag you back and then they’d try again.

bringing you down with kindness while the rest of the world bleeds from the blood they spilled at their own hands.