#really long drabble omg

[dehydrated-turtle]

Morning Light

//warnings// +16, mdni

You wake in the morning light to a heavy arm sliding around your waist and a light shifting behind you followed by a warm body pressing against you. You could feel the warm soothing breath of Jason Todd tickling down your neck. You smiled to yourself, remembering the night before, how you danced delicately in the living room and falling over each other's feet. You reached for his hand and brought it tightly to your chest before you felt something in between the two of you growing. Something in your abdomen began to get hot as you realized what it was, your growth started to throb ever so slightly with anticipation. You hear Jason's breathing start to gain some speed before his hips jutted into yours repeatedly and lazily. His arm still lax over your waist, you feel his nose nuzzling into the crook of your neck, gently kissing your shoulder. His arm moves down to your waistband, pulling it down so your ass is exposed under the covers. his fingers slip between your thighs to feel how wet you are before he slides two fingers without warning into your heat. You let out a surprised gasp as the sensations catches you off guard. Jason continues to pump his fingers slowly while leaving light bruises on the back of your neck. He suddenly pulls his fingers away from you which earns an involuntary whine from your throat from the lack of sensation. Before you could get too worked up about it, the heat of his length slid between the wetness along your thighs. He didn't put it in but just kept sliding it against your clit which was somehow still making you moan. Before long, you hear a groan and a small whisper from behind you, the first words spoken since you woke up, "fuck, honey, i'm gonna cum..." those words alone are enough to send you over the edge with him, pouring streams of white rivers into your boxers, mixing with your slick.

[luvuomi]

goodness i have never felt so seen by a character .. i think im going to enjoy this show a lot ^w^

[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

[yanderedrabbles]

Yandere YouTuber

Short drabble request for @labodabi

I see him as a commentary YouTuber. Always on podcasts talking about the latest fashion or TV sensation. A good looking guy, always perfectly groomed and styled. Falls into that soft boy category - fluffy hair, lots of sweaters, a rescue cat that's always in the video out-takes. Approachable, comforting.

You interact for the first time when you make a video response to one of his controversial takes. You're no established youtuber, your channel doesn't even have any videos before you post about him. You don't add any fancy graphics or music. Just you and your slightly busted ring light, ranting at him for totally misrepresenting your interest.

But people are totally into it. You're passionate. You're funny. You're a breath of fresh air compared to the over produced, over budgeted videos that crowd the homepage.

He invites you on his podcast. Secretly, he expects you to back down. Be camera shy. You're just a no name with a phone camera and he's a guy who gets a million views within a day of uploading. It's got to be intimidating, right?

Nope. You're just the same in person as you were in your video. Not scared to challenge his opinions, not afraid of the lights and team of editors. When the video finally goes out, people eat it up.

User17899: OMG THE CHEMISTRY

sakura blossom: theyre so cute together im putting money on a hard launch in a week or two

YouTube Daddy 69420: he's so into them. just look at his eyes

And with such a great response, it's only natural that you get invited on again. That you start featuring in his full length videos. That he starts tagging you in every Instagram post.

You have no intention of being an influencer. But damn if the money isn't good. If the PR packages aren't sweet.

You move to the same city as him. Let him teach you the ins and outs of the biz. And he eats it up. Takes every opportunity to be your 'internet big brother.'

Yeah, right. Some sick big brother he is, going home and jerking it to pictures of you together. Shooting all over his screen just so it lands on your face. A real great guy.

It's only when you start build your own following that the toxicity really comes out. He wants you reliant on him, on his fame. Having your own channel blow up is just annoying. It gives you too much leverage - you don't need him for views anymore, you can walk away whenever you want. He can't stand it.

That's when he starts being sneaky about things. Starts hitting your videos with copyright infringement and DMCA takedowns the second you go live. Starts contesting your monetisation. Starts using bots to mass report your posts. All anonymously of course. Or through a shell company. Hey, he's been in this biz too long to make a rookie mistake.

And when you're at your wits end, when rent is due and you're broke from trying to get your videos back up, that's when he steps in. Says you guys can collab and he'll give you more than half of the sponsorship money.

Smiles all sweet and charming when he leans in and says, "There's lots of ways to pay me back, so don't worry about it."

You naive thing. He was never going to ask for money in return. No, what he wants is much harder to come by and all the sweeter for it. You think just 'cause he seems like a good guy that he's nice all the way through? That wearing nail polish and doing mud masks on cam makes him any less of a man? Any less hungry? No way baby.

And when it's time to pay up and he's pushing you to your knees, fingers practically ripping his belt buckle loose, you think he's going to stop just because you ask him to? When he has you exactly where he wants you? No matter how polite he is on the surface, he's still just a man.

[oatmealthighs]

-`♡´- plug!eren x blackfem!reader

ᯓᰔ contents: nsfw 18+, MDNI. reader indulges 🍃, eren is overprotective, public sex, maybe semi public? idk. daddy/mama usage. might be some slightly toxic dynamics. but nothing too serious. rushed ending cus i suck at endings 💔 a sequel full of fluff will be coming soon out of this.

ᯓᰔ author's note: omg i haven't posted in like months. but anyways what would i be without dropping the token plug!eren drabble. nothing too crazy, just some bathroom sex. also there are instances where there are texts but i got too lazy and didn't bother making texts out of them mwahahahaaa sorry in advance. this is barely proofread and not my best so if there are mistakes i am sorry. requests are open! also look out for a tengen x reader x wives fic coming really soon. like this week soon

the feeling of your phone buzzing in the back pocket of your true religion jeans whisked your attention away from the pearled blunt you had pinched between your fingers.

your glossy lips curled into a little smirk, your acrylics clicking at the keyboard of your screen.

you've been pushing eren's cute lil buttons all night. honestly all day... but you didn't feel bad for making him sweat. he's been trying you as of late.

you and eren were supposed to be spending some quality time together last night, and he was specifically supposed to be over your place by no later than 8:00. you had the whole shabang... bath and body works candle burning out, led lights on and set to the color purple, some of his favorite snacks and some dinner and dessert you had wrapped up for him that you had made earlier. you were planning on watching a show with him, giving him a scalp massage while he played his playstation that he always brought whenever he came over, and give him the best head he's ever received that night before riding him into the sunset, but all those plans went soiled. 8:00 came, and on the dot he had sent a text message about him having to go make a few more drop offs, then he'd come to you. 8 turned to 9, then 10:30, then 1... fucking... AM.

was it fucked up you didn't answer the door when he came knocking finally? kinda, but the guilt didn't last long when you thought about how he practically stood you up.

eren was a popular plug on the university you attended. you knew friday is usually the day that people were trying to cop, given it was majority people's payday and the weekend, but you were hoping that he would close up shop early just this one time for you. his clientele would live-- there were plugs by the dozen on campus. but eren knew wasn't none of them fucking with his shit. you weren't sure what other outcome you were expecting. he never turned his head away from possible income.

eren already knew he fucked up, but he knew ultimately in the end it was going to be worth it. the extra money was going to go into play towards his proposal to ask you to be his girlfriend, and no amount of your anger was going to get that out of him. he was prepared to keep his mouth shut, throw away the key, and take his lashings like a man. so when he was met with radio silence, he was flabbergasted.

when he pulled up to your crib and didn't get an answer from him knocking on your door and calling your phone, he figured you fell asleep and resulted in retreating to his abode. the next morning, when he woke up to find that you didn't respond to his apology texts from last night, it made him sit up in his bed and squint at his phone with crust-ridden eyes.

no response? it was so unlike you. usually you would respond with a barrage of text messages stating your feelings, or at the very least he'd get a passive-aggressive dry text from you. but to be met with nothing at all made his gut twist in a disgustingly vexing way.

he rubs at his temples, sending you a "good morning baby" text before opening the safari app and going to the local floral shop's delivery site.

later that afternoon, eren's sitting in his blacked out durango when he receives email confirmation that the flowers have been delivered, the low hum of the strong engine the only thing somewhat soothing his frazzled nerves. he made sure to get your favorite, and tried to ask them to incorporate your favorite color as much as possible.

he checks your location as he hits his blunt, releasing the smoke from his mouth and inhaling it through his nostrils. he already knows your home, having your schedule downpack. and you were. so why didn't you say anything about the flowers? did you not like them? he sends you a text, saying, "i sent you some flowers," staring at the screen and awaiting your response.

yess, you know he sent you flowers, and you loved them. you had gasped when you found them on your porch, bright and vibrant in color and smelling so freshly sweet. you had already cut the stems and put them in some warm water in a lovely vase. you almost wanted to text eren, to tell him how much you loved them and thank you, but the strong annoyance you had from last night still lingered. with a twist of your lips you disregarded your phone on the kitchen counter, humming a tune as you moved about the kitchen to prepare you a nice lunch.

eren releases a defeated sigh as he puts his jay out, not even in the mood to smoke anymore. mopily, he clicks off his phone, shifting his gear to drive to make more plays.

he spends the rest of the day pondering ways to possibly pull a conversation from you, and a lightbulb flickers in his head when he recalls you saying you were running low on weed. eren always gives you gas free of charge, one of the special privileges that comes with being his favorite girl. he opens his phone to text you again.

doechii's expressive voice flows through your speaker at a volume level most would call excessive. but you didn't care. anything to drown out the annoying pensive thoughts of eren's sexy little face. "i ain't a killer but don't push me, don't wanna have to turn a nigga guts into SOUP BEANS!" no, really, doechii.

your phone vibrates on your vanity as you rummage through your closet for a cute outfit to wear tonight, striding over to your phone with nimbleness. you figured it'd be hitch, since you and her were accompanying each other to the kickback tonight and she was asking either what time you wanted to go or what you were wearing. your hypothesis was proven incorrect when you saw eren's name on your notification wall instead. just him asking if you wanted to him to drop off some more weed for you.

your heart twinged ever-so-softly at the thought of you ignoring your baby. you missed him. it was embarrassing to say this was the longest you went without talking to him. but how would he know you were serious if you just gave in now?

you wanted to respond and tell him you were cool. hitch was bringing the weed tonight. but you refrained, if anything that would get him all the more riled up. eren doesn't like you smoking others weed, his reasoning being he doesn't "trust their product." he was so sexy when he was protective. you remember when you told him you copped from someone else when he had to go off campus for a little bit to see his family, and he spent a half hour inspecting it on the scale with his phone flashlight.

eren let out an irritated growl after constantly checking his phone for 10 minutes, still no reply from you in his notifications. he wanted to tell you you were dragging it, but he knew you weren't. you had every right to be pissed with him given he had promised you this quality time and swore he would make time for you. you were never a stickler for too much attention, but with eren always on the run it was easy for him to neglect you. he's been getting better at it though. until last night.

connie's name flashes across eren's phone screen. he slides the answer button right and lets his car sync the call to the radio. "yo."

"what's good, man. you coming to the kickback tonight? it's gonna be at jean's place." eren rolls his neck until he hears it pop. he knows you'll be there.

"yeah, i might come. today's been slow. don't got nothin' else to do."

"damn, i know that voice. what'd you do this time?"

eren weakly chuckles at connie's intuition. "what can i say, business was booming like crazy last night. we were supposed to hang out but my phone just kept ringing."

connie let out a long sigh over the line. "typical eren, never knows when to close shop." he pauses. "you know you're the asshole, right?"

"yeah," eren groans, shutting his car off and putting his phone on speaker. "i know. i plan on making it up to her."

"yeah, how? surely not with some weed and dick." connie snorts. "[name]'s a nice girl, you plan on locking it down with her anytime soon? i see the way floch be looking at her."

"he wouldn't dare," eren denies, the simple thought of it just making his eye twitch. while you and eren weren't official, basically everyone in the friend group and the vicinity knew y'all were on each other bad. but some assholes just didn't respect boundaries. he noticed floch's gaze would linger on you a little longer than he deemed appropriate. how they would trail your body. he noticed the way his cheeks would blush when you would speak to him in passing or make small talk.

"i dunno, man," connie instigated, smugness in his voice. "but, bring a quarter with you. it's on me, i'm gonna zelle you."

"just send me $50." eren and connie exchange a few last words before they end the call, leaving eren in silence as he stares at the gray wall of the parking garage he was parked in. he didn't know what he was gonna do about you.

eren always tended to look the sexiest when you were mad at him, or he was upset with you. he always would wear his hair down, taupe tresses brushing his broad shoulders. he'd always wear a black tee and some baggy sweatpants that always had you imagining what it was he had underneath. it was nothing you haven't seen, but it was always a pleasant surprise.

you felt your defiance wavering when he and all is glory walked in to jean's house, high as fuck. you swore you could smell his ysl cologne from across the room.

"you okay girl?" sasha questions, her eyebrows pinching in concern as she leans into your eyesight. you blink your mascara coated lashes, giving her a smile.

"yeah, my man just walked in. he always looks so good when im pissed at him."

"it's a trap. don't fall for it." hitch scoffs, her hazel eyes trained on the blunt she was busy rolling. her thighs were squeezed together to keep her carebear rolling tray in place. "don't even look his direction."

"i forget hitch is such a hard-ass. how does marlo manage," ymir jokes. historia chuckles, her head resting against her girlfriend's broad shoulder.

as their conversation goes on, your eyes can't help but find eren again through the decent amount of people crowding the bottom floor of the house, watching him interact with connie and hand him a bag of what you assumed to be cannabis. his turquoise eyes cut across the room, and you know he's looking for you. you look away before any eye contact can happen. when you feel eyes burn into your skin, you know he spots you.

the night involves you acting as if he doesn't exist, keeping your back turned and acting like you're too busy to acknowledge your phone notifications. when you finally light the blunt hitch pearled, you know eren texts you asking where did you get that. you chuckle to yourself as your thoughts were confirmed when you snuck a peek at your phone.

eren feels anger welling in his body as he watches you from a safe distance, lounging against the wall and his eyes never leaving you. you knew what you were doing at this point. wearing them jeans that made your ass sit so perfect and a crop top that teased at your skin and your belly button piercing. your hair was in curls, and your glittery lip gloss shone in the low light of the room. he knew you probably had on his favorite perfume too. that vanilla one he loved so much.

"just go talk to her dude," connie yells over the aggravatingly loud jersey mixed song that was booming through the surround sound, his words slightly slurred from the drink he's been sipping on. eren furrows his thick brows as he hits his spliff, watching the tip burn bright orange as he shuts his eyes for a moment. "and you better hurry. i think tonight's the night floch makes his move."

"connie, shut the fuck up." eren's tone is firm and warning as he feels the vein in his neck rising to the surface of his skin. he finally opens his eyes, glancing at you, and what he sees makes his stomach cave and everything around him turn red.

floch, with his ugly fucking haircut and that ugly dangling earring had the audacity to be all up in your glory, smiling sheepishly as you were saying something to him. he doesn't know what you were saying, your back was to him, but the way your head swayed and your hands were moving he knew you were talking.

honestly eren was never this defensive of someone before. maybe it was your constant insistence of you being fine on your own. "boy, i'm grown," you'd say to him. it only made his instinct to protect you grow stronger.

he knew well you could handle your own. but how fucking dare him?! it's like floch was begging for an ass whooping!

he wasn't actually. he was begging for you to send him the homework answers for your chem class. "not gonna lie floch, i haven't even looked at that shit yet," you admit with a shrug, your lips pulled into a friendly smile.

floch groans as he rubs the back of his neck. "i'm for sure gonna flunk that class. i might just say fuck it and retake it next year."

"not if i can help it," you interject, furrowing your brows. "we pass together, we fail together. i'll send you the answers on groupme tomorrow when i finish."

floch pumps his fist. "man, you're the fucking best, [name]. if you weren't in there i dunno what i'd–"

a hard body brushes past floch, harshly and intentionally slamming his shoulder into theirs. "hey, man, what the–"

you smell eren before you see him, wearing that delicious cologne that's stained into your bed sheets. you look up to find him looking down at you, fire in his sea green irises as he glares at you.

you feign oblivion, lifting an eyebrow at him. "hey," you speak first.

"why haven't you been responding to my texts." his voice is curt, but still soft nonetheless. you feel your girls looking at you intently to see how you were going to play this.

"been busy, sorry," you respond, not sounding much too apologetic.

eren cuts his eyes to the right to see floch still standing there, much to his distaste, a look of confusion plastered across his face. "you need somethin'?" he asks him, a foreign, cutting edge to his question.

"i was just trying to ask her about the homework, dude," floch bites back defensively, taking the smallest step back.

your dainty hand trails up to grab eren's forearm, your soft, irreplicable touch quelling his aggravation. you swear you could feel his taut muscles relax at your contact, knowing he was probably deprived. so dramatic.

"eren, calm down," you reprimand him gently, but sternly. you gave floch an apologetic glance. "sorry, floch. see you tuesday."

floch nods, his auburn eyebrows creased in the middle as he glanced at eren, then back at you, before departing. in tandem, you let go.

"what's your problem," you seethe, but not loud enough for your friends to hear. "you damn near made that boy shit his pants."

eren sucked his teeth, closing his eyes to roll them as he clenched his jaw. "why are you ignoring me, [name]," his low voice is strained, constricting his internal anger to the best of his ability. his high was blown, the music was too loud, you smelled and looked too good, it was all too much.

you place a hand on your hip, your beautiful eyes passive, but holding a glint of hurt behind them. "just collect your breath. i don't wanna talk about it here... even though you know what the problem is-"

"yo, [name], wanna hit this again?" saved by the bell.

"yes, pleaseeee," you drawl. you turn on heels, but not before telling eren, "i'll see you later."

shortly after eren departed to god knows where, and you got high as hell, was when you received that text. and you don't know if it was the marijuana making you fuzzy and horny, the growing urge to just be in his arms, or what, but you complied.

as you brushed and weaved between drunken bodies, you couldn't subdue the underlying feelings of anxiety that swelled in your chest. you didn't know what to expect. but you knew one thing for certain, you were gonna give eren a piece of your mind tonight.

when you finally made it to the bathroom door, you released a breath you didn't even realize you were holding, shaking yourself of your jittery nerves before your knuckles rapped against the hollow wood of the door.

it wasn't even three seconds before eren cracked the door, and before you could say anything, you were yanked in.

you squealed at his presentation of strength, the butterflies in your stomach downward-diving straight to your core. "well, damn! what happened to hello? how are you?!"

eren ignored your playful reprimanding, instead using the time to soak and drink you in. you were so pretty, fussing at him like that. the way your glossy lips twisted as you spoke on about nothing relevant, the way your hair swayed with every movement you made. every muscle in his body urged him to kiss you, breathe you in.

"whatcha call me in here for? it's hot as hell..." you murmured, leaning against the cool wood of the door in attempt to catch your breath.

eren was quiet as he loomed on the opposite side of the bathroom, half-lidded cyan eyes carefully trained on you. you lifted your eyebrows with a shake of your head, prompting him to go on, your arms crossed against your glittery chest. "you're so pretty," he hums, a side smirk playing at his lips, showing his pretty white teeth that you wish you were nibbling on you just about right now.

"can't smooth-talk your way out of everything, eren," you resisted with a strain in your voice, turning to face the mirror to the left of you instead of him. "i'm still upset with you."

"rightfully so," eren agrees, slowly closing the distance between the two of you, backing you against the cool oak wood of the bathroom door. "'m sorry baby, you know i love spending time with you more than anything in this world–"

"i beg to differ," you interject. eren rests his eyes as he clenches his jaw, withholding a sigh. "all i asked was that you put me first for one night... and you couldn't even do that."

"baby, listen to me." eren's large hand engulfs yours, the warmth of his palm spreading through your limbs like wildfire. "words can't even begin to express how deeply sorry i am. i know i fucked up... i know. but, i had reason i've been wanting to work a lot more often as of late." he pauses. he couldn’t possibly pop his question in a bathroom at connie’s party. you’d hate him ten times more than you already do in his moment.

you cock your brow, looking up at him through those pretty lashes that framed your eyes so well. “i’m waiting, eren.”

he sucks in a deep breath, making the sound he usually makes when he’s about to say something you don’t like. “just… trust me. okay?”

that was enough to make you head for the door, reaching out to twist at the knob before he grabs at your wrist. “man, move,” you mutter, over the bullshit. you were over it all: the lies, the empty promises. and you were especially over being crowded in this bathroom with him, because you felt your resolve faltering with each passing second you remained in his presence. you felt like an animal resisting every primal instinct and bone in your body, begging you to let him touch you. it was borderline pathetic.

“you aren’t going anywhere, [name].” he meant that in more ways than one.

“how much you wanna bet?”

the frustrated glint in his aquamarine eyes and the knit in his thick brows made your knees give.

“ummm, have you guys seen [name]?” hitch asks after a good thirty minutes fly by since you first departed the group, skating her eyes around the living room with a quizzical glance.

ymir snorts. “you already know she ran off with that boy,” she exhaled the smoke she was holding in her chest out towards the ceiling, running her long fingers through historia’s golden locks. “wouldn’t be surprised if she already dipped off with him.”

not quite. instead, you and eren were still in the bathroom, your ass on the bathroom counter and your head resting against the mirror as eren was crouched before you, low to the ground as he slurped at your pussy like a man starved. he looks up at you from his place between your thighs, tongue flicking at your swollen clit before taking it into his mouth to suck on it whole. you let out a breathy, high pitched moan, your eyes rolling behind your closed eyelids as eren gazed up at you with hearts in his eyes. you were always so fucking beautiful, whether you were mad at him, grinning at him, or cumming for him.

“fuuuck, i think i’m bouta cum again,” you whimper, your eyebrows pinched as your orgasm brewed at a slow boil within the pit of your stomach. you already left your mark all over the marble sink, leaking down your thighs, and all over eren’s chin. but when was that ever enough to satiate his thirst?

“do it, baby,” he breathes, french kissing your pussy before speaking again. “you know i want it.”

“get it outta me, then,” you retort, a sexy simper pulling at your lips, and the darkened glare he have you through heavy eyelids made your pussy squeeze.

his big hands grip your thighs, blunt nails digging in your skin as he begins rocking your lower body up and down, sliding his long tongue from between your pussy lips to your ass with each bounce. you let out a squeal of surprise, your pink toes wriggling as he just kept doing it, over and over and over. you hear him, moaning with each stride, reveling in the saccharine taste of you. his dick felt like it was bouta break, restricted to his boxer briefs, and he felt the sticky precum leaking on his thigh. he needed to fuck you. but he always prioritizes you over all.

your orgasm bust inside you, your pussy profusely contracting as your juices coated eren’s face. “fuck, yeah,” he encourages in you, his voice in a low growl of satisfaction. he didn’t stop, cleaning you up and slurping your pussy clean. you flinched as he left a final loving kiss to your aching clit, and he chuckled as he stood to his feet. your eyes couldn’t help but look at his crotch, you couldn’t help but smirk at the prominent tent of his stiff dick being held hostage in his sweatpants. “turn around for me. i want you to see me fuck you.”

you slid off off the counter, ringing your panties off the ankle they were hanging on to, before turning around, leaning against the sink and arching your back. you looked back at him, gazing at him tauntingly. “whatchu waiting for?”

“cool it,” he warns you playfully, his thumbs hooking into the bands of his sweats. "don't bite off more than you can chew."

"i've had mouthfuls of you. i promise you i can chew."

"look at the mirror."

you turn back forward, looking at eren in the reflection. he was so pretty, his hickory locks tousled around yet still framing his face beautifully. his bottom lip was pinched between his teeth as he shifts his pants to fall below his knees before rolling his briefs down his thighs. he lifts his tshirt up, showcasing his tan abs that had a slight shimmer of perspiration as he readies the head of his dick at your opening. then, with steady hips and a deep breath, he pushes forward.

him putting his cock inside of you was such an irreplicable feeling, you don't know how to explain it. to feel his girth stretching you, giving you a burn that was so deliciously good, always made your head spin. you whine, pushing your ass back just a little bit to help eren bottom out in you. he cusses under his breath, grounding himself with a hand on your ass cheek as his pelvis met flush against your tailbone.

you felt his dick twitching inside you, and you couldn't help but let out a satisfied moan as you let your head drop against your arms folded over the sink. eren grit his teeth, his jaw clenching as he tries to regain his composure. you were so warm, so wet, so greedy judging by the way your pussy squeezed him like a vice. any sudden movements and he was bound to nut in you.

suddenly, the bathroom knob jiggles, followed by pounding against the door. you jump, your muscles stiffening as fear tickled at your tummy. eren hisses, his nails digging crescents in your cocoa buttered skin at you tightening around him. "uh, anyone in there? i gotta piss!" connie. what are the fucking odds.

"uhh, give me a few minutes!" you yell, your voice uncharacteristically shrill from your newborn anxiety as you looked back at eren with wide eyes. "maybe we should-"

you were shut up with one, heavy stroke, eren almost completely unsheathing himself before bottoming out in you again. your words died in your throat, replaced with a gasp.

"uh, okay...?" the end of connie's okay drawls up in the end. "wait, [name], is that you? are you straight in there?"

"yes... fuck, yes!" you sputter out, squeezing your eyes shut as eren picks up his speed a bit, but not his power. he was gonna do you a favor and not fuck you too dumb in here. he wants you to at least have some chance of walking out of here on your own two feet. "i'm fine!"

"okay, okay! i'll just go upstairs." after a few seconds, you hear connie shifting away, but that genuinely wasn't your main focus. eren was rolling his hips, making sure the tip of his dick hit that sweet spot that made you sing with every. single. thrust. your head was down, resting against the counter, your eyes stuck in the back of your head as you took every inch of him with grace. your moans were mere whimpers, trying your best to muffle them with the inside of your arm.

eren sees his phone vibrate from his place on the hanging shelf beside him, and he smirks to himself when he takes a brisk glance at the banner:

convict: [name]'s in the bathroom. she didnt sound too great so u should prolly check in on her

eren groans under his breath, leaning forward to mold his abdomen against the curvature of your spine. that motion was enough to make him feel like he was touching your stomach. "what are you doing?" he purrs, flicking his tongue out to lick at the shell of your ear. he feels you shiver, your shoulders shuddering as a sex-soaked cry escaped your lips. "i said i want you to watch me fuck you. why are you hiding that pretty face?"

you had nothing but a pathetic moan to offer as a response, and he scoffed to himself, a smirk curling at his lips. he stands straight, both of his hands settling at your lovehandles as he begins sending you to poundtown. the impact of his hips against your ass was loud, and there was no doubt that if anyone came to the door they would hear you getting the shit fucked out of you. "be a big girl, mama," he muses. his hand reaches for your curls, gripping your tresses to pull your head up and back. you squealed, your eyebrows pinching at the burning sensation. you mustered up the courage to flutter your eyes open to be met with the godly sight of your man, looking down at you throw those thick eyelashes, his cheeks tinting pink from the overwhelming heat of the small, crammed space. " watch me while i fuck you."

his wish is your command as you watch him through teary eyes, licking your lips at the feeling his hand snaking up the arch of your spine to come around and grip your chin. the pads of his fingers rest on your cheeks, slightly squeezing as he snaps his hips against you from behind. his eyes are boring into you, clouded by lust with a hint of adoration, watching the way your face contorts into pleasure-ridden expressions. he's watching the way your plump lips wrap around his thumb, the way your titties bounce with every deep thrust and threaten to spill out your victoria's secret bra and tank top, the way that fat ass jiggled and made waves every time he drilled his dick in you. you were perfect. from your pretty face, to your loving heart that had a padlock with his initial on it, to your gushing pussy that would squirt all over him just for him.

"this pussy is so perfect," eren hums, looking down in awe as he watches the way you cream and squeeze on his shaft. "it's like it was made just for me. was it, baby? this is just my pussy, right?"

"you know that, daddy," you slur, feeling your orgasm coming to a head. you were so ready to release, your pussy just aching to cum. you hear him give a chuckle, his hips speeding up in tandem.

"i think you're ready to cum now. i want it all on my dick. can you do that for me, princess? or is that too much to ask of you?"

but before you could even muster a response, it was as if a tsunami hit your pussy, because the way your juices sprayed against his upper thighs was a damn shame. eren lets out a moan of appreciation, biting his lip as he lets your orgasm ride out and coat his dick. he gives your ass a few appreciative cracks, making you tighten around his cock until you managed to collect your breath.

eren slowly begins unsheathing himself from you, his dick still solid as concrete but he honestly wasn't concerned with getting his own nut off right now. after all, this wasn't going to be the last time he was to be in you tonight. as soon as he takes you back to his place, he was gonna fuck you through the mattress and the bedframe.

"girl, there you are! you've been missing for like, an hour!" you bumped into hitch on your way towards the front door, eren being your guide but you squeezed his hand to let him know to stop. she shifts her eyes to him, then looks back at you with an "oh-i-see" look. "you headed home?"

"yeah, eren's gonna take me."

"okay, be safe," hitch adjusts your shirt, tugging the top hem over the shadows of your peeking bra. "call me when you get in."

"she will." eren assures hitch, and she nods, the two of you slipping away from the crowd and going off into the night.

[realcube]

— SAIKI RELATIONSHIP HCS

☆ very hesitant to hug you/hold hands bc he is afraid he might shatter all your bones. prefers kisses, less can go wrong

☆ except that one time he kissed you and was so flustered that a whole galaxy exploded

☆ but it was one of those really distant, useless ones so he moved on

☆ or that time you held his hand and he literally started levitating ??

☆ finishes exams in two seconds then spends the rest of the time annoying you

'i don't mean to disturb you but i noticed you put the wrong answer for question four' 'get out of my head!'

☆ i already wrote a drabble about this but he morphs into different objects to 'prank' you

☆ you always want him to shrink bc what's the point of having a psychic bf if you can't carry him around on your person like a polly pocket

☆ he's very apprehensive about it, however one day he finally agrees to it because you have a shift at work and you really wanted him to join you but it would be weird if he just showed up to your place of work unannounced so he shrunk and you carried him around in your back pocket

☆ that is until you almost sat on him!! and when he dived out to avoid being crushed, he fell onto the sticky work floor covered in dust

☆ still hasn't fully recovered 😿

☆ omg if you are insecure about a physical feature of yours , instead of using his powers to change you, he will use his mind control on the entire world so that your insecurity is now the beauty standard (similar to what he did with his hair)

☆ he doesn't use mind control on you though bc it's rude

☆ in fact he tries to avoid using his powers on you all together bc it would only cause trouble (with the exception of telepathy bc he likes to speak to you.. unlike he does with most people)

☆ and he's very strict with that ethic of his

☆ which is nice and all, and really easy until he does something super embarrassing in front of you

☆ like you see him scream at a cockroach or smth

☆ and he is SO tempted to use memory alteration on you so you could just forget that ever happened

☆ but he just can't bring himself to do it

☆ OR when your birthday was before his so he got you a present but didn't do that much else, but when it was time for his birthday and you went all out, he so wanted to either go back in time and do better or just alter your memory so you think he went all out too

☆ oh and passive aggression doesn't work on him ofc

☆ if you are ever mad or upset at him for whatever reason, you can't be like 'hmph i'm not gonna tell you what you did wrong, you just have to know :<' bc he can.. y'know.. read your mind

☆ and he also knows exactly what to do to make you feel better and forgive him, every single time

☆ plus you can never stay mad at him for long anyway bc he's just too cute!!

☆ too shy to admit that he wants to spend more time with you so he will use his powers as some sort of excuse

as you're about to leave saiki's room, he lies, 'wait. don't go. i have had a precognition that something terrible is going to happen to you if you do.' 'really?' you raise an eyebrow. 'and what might that be?' he wasn't really ready for any follow up questions so he stutters and thinks of the scariest scenario he can 'toritsuka.' ... 'toritsuka is going to do what? jump me?' 'no. just toritsuka.'

☆ for your birthday or anniversary he does something you call the 'saiki special' where he duplicates himself to give you a full body massage

☆ it's what dreams are made of !!!

☆ but yeah it's a lot of effort so he saves it for special occasions

☆ he would so love to watch trashy reality tv shows with you

☆ but he so uses it against you

☆ like if you are ever studying and are like 'why am i working so hard when you are psychic and can literally set us up for the easy life 😫'

☆ he'll be like.. you know who else never worked hard a day in they're life.. the kardashians!! do you really want to end up like that??

☆ and when you say yes this is the face he makes 😐

☆ dw though bc as i said before he will be in your head during exams so he can help you a little

☆ his love language is actually spoonfeeding you food and desserts

☆ and yes he actually uses his hands opposed to his mind to control the spoon, just to show you that being a psychic doesn't mean he gets to cut corners!

[meganegatari]

EATING ELLIE OUT FROM THE BACKKK!!

idk if you’ve written this but omg she’d be the biggest mess crying into her pillow

eek sorry for the wait!! have been sitting on this for a while, but the loveliest, most genius ever @bloodstainedsapphic helped out SO MUCH by offering her skills to create a backstory and introduction + proofread the rest! once again i need to see yall showing her all the love or else, kay? i luv u lyssbug ♡

nsfw drabble—what the ask says, lol. dom!reader x sub!ellie, bratty!ellie, horndog!ellie acting up in public, praise & degradation, restraints ("scratchy rope"), fingering + oral, slight spanking (like once), edging, overstimulation...all e! receiving. this is so filthy i'm almost embarrassed...jfc. ++ 2k wc.

it had all started during dinner with your friends, earlier in the evening. your group was tucked into a corner booth, sharing stories and spouting nonsense like usual. you had noticed something…off, about ellie tonight, to say the least. not that she ever was miss sunshine, but her attitude all throughout was surly, dishing out tons of lip for the most innocuous comments and tamest teases.

you shot her a side-long glance and quirked your brow while your friends were distracted, trying to decipher the stick clearly lodged up her ass. ellie stares dead ahead, chewing on her lip, intent on avoiding your silent wrath.

you let it slide. for the moment.

but then, a few minutes later, the hand she’d casually snaked behind you—resting harmlessly on your hip—suddenly tightened. her fingers dug in without warning, then slid down your thigh in one brash sweep, topped with a cocky little squeeze. you’d have leapt from your seat and yelped had it not been for your audience. 

she liked to keep a hand on you, but this? the deliberately possessive gesture was far too much for a dinner with your unassuming friends.

“ellie? what the fuck is wrong with you tonight?” you turn on her the second the restaurant door clicks shut behind you two, ready to head back to your place.

ellie gives you an eyeroll. “jesus. dramatic much? i have no clue what you’re talking about.”

oh. that wasn’t going to work on you, not one bit. you tugged at her shirt sleeve, yanking her to face you. “ellie..”

her green-speckled eyes flicked to yours, paired with the rush of pink blossoming on her cheeks that told on her. her insolence? the brattiness? it had all been an act. a test to goad your patience.

“so what? i just got bored, okay? i wanted to go home.”

“and what, ellie? go home and do what?” your lips tipped into a sly smirk. “you need something, baby?”

ellie’s throat bobs, like she can’t convince herself to admit to you what she had really been craving all night long. that she was needy for. you lean in, lips brushing the shell of her ear.

“you wanted to act like a brat tonight? just to get my attention?”

a pause. a heartbeat. her silence is answer enough.

“mm. cute.”

ellie avoids eye contact, fisting her pajama shorts, shifting uncomfortably against herself. she's mumbling under her breath—a feeble attempt to preserve some dignity. she starts to shrug off her clothes, not even attempting to hide her neediness under the previously defined attitude. 

you give in.“yeah, okay. but turn around. ass up ellie, c'mon now.” 

and now you're here, with ellie's body bare as the day she was born beneath you, her pert ass up in the air and pretty face shoved into the first pillow you grabbed. her wrists are tied and fighting against the scratchy restraints. you eye her dripping hole and trace your hand along the curve of her back, pushing her arch deeper.

the dim lamplight highlights just how badly she needs you, globs of glistening slick running down the back of her exposed freckly thighs, legs trembling ever so slightly. you can hear her whimpering already, if you strain.

“need me that bad, huh? wow, such a slut.” you sneer at the girl, taunting her to work her up even more. when the degrading name hits ellie's ears, she keens forward, mewling into the fabric, hands madly fidgeting against the rope. her tone is already raw, needy, and you haven't even touched her yet. 

“will you do it already?” she asks you, twisting her torso around so she can glare daggers your way; or at least that's what energy she thinks she's giving off. ellie's willow green eyes are watering and her mouth is pursed, her doll-like features knitted into a purely pathetic expression. you were having a hard time not giving in and pleasing her, but the way she acted still hung heavy at the forefront of your mind. 

“we're gonna do this my way, alright? be patient.” to emphasize the seriousness of your words, you give her a light smack on her ass cheek, to act as a warning. she yelps at the sudden contact, but keeps pushing. ellie was so full of attitude sometimes, you wonder where it all fits within her frame. she turns back to stuff her face in the pillow and grumbles, “fuck you, you've got me tied up and all bent over like this…jeez. the least you could is—fuck me, ahh—!!” you cut her off by shoving your middle two digits inside her sopping pussy, filling her up to the knuckle.

your own tone deepens, and you warn her again. but more sternly, “watch your mouth.”

“mmf- fine. just— keep going, please.” you could almost hear her eyes rolling back in her skull, even though you couldn't see her face.

your mouth curls into a mean smirk at her immediate submission, she was so easy to mold and you loved that about her. little touches would send her into the state immediately; toying with her was just the most fun. you're grateful she's turned away, because seeing how much you're enjoying this would cause her to hold back—and that's the very last thing you'd ever want. after all, her pleasure is your pleasure. every whine, every moan and whimper and cry…pure divinity.

ellie's breathing picks up, you see her shift in position as well, ever so slightly, just so she could covertly get you in deeper. her statuesque arch wanes while she pushes her perky chest into the mattress, her bent knees shifting further apart, simultaneously angling the front of her pelvis more outward for you.

such a feisty being, who knew she was such a whore for you?

she sighs at your intrusion, lightly squirming to get some friction. wordlessly, you let her, your free hand joining and making contact with her swollen bud—the most gentle touch on top, lighter than a feather or a summer breeze. her facade cracks even more, “please- more, i need it,”

but because ellie is, well, ellie, she summons what little fight in her she has left to throw at you with a light toss of her ass, “hahh—c'mon, you know you want to.”

your patience thins, and you exercise your control over her by bending your fingers inside her to find the spongy spot that makes her drool and you poke at it—she cracks.

dribbles of sweet slick continue to pour out of her and coat your hand, paired with whiny, high pitched moans. “thats it, fuck- yeah—right there…right there…mmh…”

you're almost concerned she's somehow going to break the restraints holding her wrists together, the way she's wiggling about. you continue your onslaught inside her, the squelching sounds of her soaked core damn near overpowering her inconsolable cries into the pillow.

she begins to shake and beg you even louder than before, “please—fuck- , yeah! ah, ah, ah-!” you watch her intently and feel the way her velvety walls clench around your digits, so you know she's close to the sweet release she's been craving all this time. you on the other hand, wanted to fuck with her some more—literally and figuratively. her stressed hole pulses, almost trapping your fingers inside her and she pushes back against you, impudently leaking like a faucet.

a moan gets caught in her throat but before she has a chance to fall off that pleasurable edge you pull out—leaving her empty and squeezing around nothing but air. she slurs into the pillow, her voice breaking mid-sob, “what the fuck...you evil bitch, i was about to cum…” oh she was pissed. 

her body trembles once more, but more from the sexual craving than anything else. “you will, you will. patience, babe. remember?” you lean forward on top of her so your chest is flush against her clammy, speckled back and you whisper, “we're doing this my way.”

she sighs and gives up protesting, you hear a little sound of defeat. with a fed up groan, “i'm sorry, okay? jeez, fuck. i'll be more patient.”

“good girl, that's what i wanted to hear.” you clap your palms around the swell of her hips, pulling her ass towards you. time to get your meal. you bury your face in her heat, your mouth filling with the sweet taste of her syrupy anticipation.

your nose prods at her tight hole while your tongue works away at her cushy folds, your hands kneading her supple thighs and keeping her nice and spread wide for you. and ellie? she's just about losing her damn mind. squealing and shivering— the sensations reverberating through her.

the earlier teasing had made her so sensitive, you could feel her core fluttering against your skilled mouth already. bordering on screaming, she writhes and deepens her catlike arch even more, showcasing flexibility you didn't know she possessed. 

she was still burying her face into the pillow, soaking it with salty tears and crying into it like a bitch in heat. you finally gave her throbbing clit some attention, pressing on the burning bundle of nerves with the pad of your thumb. whatever she's trying to tell you has morphed into unintelligible babbles paired with the most raunchy whines, you didn't understand a thing. but you knew how to read her body language. she was about to reach the peak once more, her cries turning shrill and needy at the overstimulation. her taste is getting stronger too, going from dainty and saccharine to rich and ambrosial; yet another telltale sign.

“fuck! wait— ohmygod…hhhhn” she careens forward again, succumbing to the mind-numbing pleasure. the orgasm rips through her lithe frame, ricocheting at such a force that would make armored knights submit. her warm release bubbles out of her overworked pussy and coats your face, coming out in ragged spurts. the pillow does next to nothing when it comes to muffling her noises, she was still so, so loud. the lungs on this woman, you thought.

pistoning your tongue in and out of her, simultaneously rubbing her flushed clit works her through the waves of ecstasy��but you weren't done yet.

you ease up on the pressure but keep your caresses the same speed, until within no time at all she shrieks and squirts all over you, slick dripping down your fingers and her legs, even running down your neck.

the scene was so animalistic, so raw and lustful, it was almost shameful. at this point she's wrung of all she can produce, shaking like a leaf and weakly weeping. you snapped out of your pussydrunk haze, smoothing your palms over her rather tense muscles. 

ellie looks angelic. laid on the bed like this, ass to the heavens, a sheen of sweat coating her speckled body—as ethereal as can be. 

you quickly undo the rope around her wrists, bending over to kiss the sore, irritated skin. taking notice of her deep breathing, she seemed at peace now—all fucked out. definitely learned her lesson. 

you soothe some more, “did so good for me els, so good.” 

she moves into a comfortable position and lets you cuddle up with her, giggling like her head is in the clouds. 

but of course, her attitude returns momentarily. “had i known that was my ‘punishment’ for being silly,” she adds air quotes around the stressed word, “i'd act up even more.”

she was being cocky, considering the way she was certainly conjuring up a noise complaint and sniveling like crazy.

a guffaw tears itself from you. did she really want to hold you to that?

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[wendichester]

I've been reading your stuff all day, and I LOVE it omg

Could you maybe write something where reader is a hunter who works with Sam and Dean from time to time but they don't know each other that well and one day when they come back from a hunt she kind of hurries off because she doesn't want them to know that she can't afford a motel room. But either Dean or Sam finds out that she's been sleeping in her car to save her money for meals etc.

Thank you in advance <3

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ four wheels and an empty stomach,

summary. hunters life really doesn't pay off. you've been sleeping in your car and definitely not eating enough. but tonight, this will be different.

pairing. dean winchester x reader genre. angst

wordcount. 504

notes / warnings. reader experiencing hunger and homelessness. emotional vulnerability. exhaustion. depravation. // i hope you're all safe 🩷

It’s raining by the time you finish cleaning up the hunt. Not a heavy, stormy rain—just that sad, needling kind that soaks into your clothes and makes everything feel a little heavier.

You pull the zipper of your jacket up to your chin and throw a quick wave at Sam and Dean, who are still arguing about where to get burgers.

“I’m gonna head out,” you say, trying to sound casual. “Catch you guys next time.”

Dean’s half-turned toward you, distracted. Sam’s digging through his pockets for the Impala keys. Neither of them really notices when you slip away into the parking lot.

Good. You don’t want them to.

Your car’s parked under a flickering streetlight—ancient, rusty, and barely hanging on like you. You unlock the door as quietly as you can, toss your duffel in the backseat, and climb into the driver's side.

You crank the heater even though you know it’ll drain the battery by morning. Small price to pay to not freeze your ass off.

You curl up on the front seat, hoodie pulled over your head, and close your eyes.

Tomorrow, maybe you’ll have enough cash for a real bed. Maybe not. You’re getting good at pretending the ache in your ribs is anything but hunger.

You’re almost asleep when you hear it.

A sharp knock on the window.

You jolt upright, heart hammering, breath fogging up the glass.

Dean Winchester stands there, rain dripping off the brim of his jacket, frowning like he’s just been punched in the gut.

You scramble to unlock the door, embarrassment burning hot under your skin.

“Dean, I—I was just—” you stammer, no good lie ready.

He doesn’t let you finish.

“Jesus, sweetheart,” he says, voice low and rough, almost broken. “You sleepin’ in your car?”

You grit your teeth, furious at yourself for getting caught. You don’t need pity. You’ve survived worse. You don’t need—

Dean crouches beside the car, rain soaking into his jeans, hands resting gently on the frame like he’s afraid you’ll bolt if he moves too fast.

“Why didn’t you say somethin’?” he asks, so soft it guts you.

You stare down at your hands. “Didn’t wanna be a charity case.”

He lets out a shaky breath, like he’s biting back a hundred things he wants to say.

Finally, he just holds out a hand.

“C’mon,” he says. “We got two beds. You’re not sleepin’ out here. Not while we’re around.”

You hesitate, shame coiling hot and thick in your gut.

Dean’s smile is crooked, a little sad.

“Not charity, sweetheart. Family.”

And somehow, that word hits harder than anything else.

You take his hand.

Dean tugs you out of the car like you weigh nothing, tucks you under his arm like you belong there, like you always have. His jacket is warm around your shoulders, and when you glance up at him, he just squeezes you closer without a word.

The rain keeps falling.

But for the first time in a long time, you’re not alone in it.

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[melanchoire]

OMG- just saw your G!p Yujin drabble and damn. If was too good you really cooked.

We need more of g!p Yujin!! Imagine IVE's manager yelling "IVE's in Five!" But Yujin? She got another problem that only Reader (her stylist) could solve. Coming to reader with that pathetic expression of hers and evident bulge in her pants that could get her in trouble.

BUT- She wouldn't leave without breeding reader properly even though time's ticking.

cw: breeding + creampie.

yujin hating every time her stylists give her tight pants or just pants because because her cock unintentionally ends up hardening and her bulge is prominent against the fabric 😭 although she loves to brag that she has a big cock, it’s not like yujin wants to get a boner before a performance every time she has to put on pants because it’s uncomfortable even for her

so she comes over to where you are putting your makeup in your case, saying a pathetic “unnie, it happened again :(” and looking at you with puppy dog eyes and a stupid pout on her lips… it has happened more than once before that yujin had this kind of problems and you were always willing to help her by changing her outfit by giving her baggy pants or preferring to wear something simpler like a skirt, but today was not an option!

the company had practically demanded that you keep that outfit in yujin because otherwise she would be different from the other members and would be overshadowed, so unfortunately you had to hold back your desire to help her and offer her comfort because thinking about her would mean earning a scolding or losing your job

“i’m sorry, yujinnie. i can’t do anything this time.”

“but it hurts :(.”

until you look down to understand why she seems to be suffering so much and you realize what she was talking about 😳 you might have glanced at yujin’s crotch once in a while, but unconsciously! or not… and you always noticed her bulge pointing out against her pants, in a less noticeable way in those cases, but it was more than obvious that she was carrying something big under those pants

but since you were taking too long to give an answer, yujin has to take matters into her own hands! of course, turning you around and forcing you to lean over the armrest of the sofa in the locker room, not even giving you time to think, she hooks her thumbs in the waistband of your jeans and pulls them down your thighs along with your panties

“it’ll be quick. i promise.”

yujin being so pressured by only having five minutes to finish getting ready to leave the dressing rooms and head to the stage where she is literally slamming her cock into your pussy in a way that could split you in half 😭 ugh she is so frustrated and annoyed at having little time to take care of her problem that she takes it out by hammering her cock into your pussy, without even worrying about whether you can take it all or whether you’re comfortable…

she keeps her eyes on the watch on the wall, seeming more worried about getting told off by her manager than worrying about whether you're feeling okay 😓 although yujin every so often directs her gaze to you to check your condition, noticing how you’re tightly gripping the sofa cushions and burying your face in them to stifle your moans and prevent everyone from knowing that you are being fucked by your “superior”

ohhh and when yujinnie realizes there is one minute and a few seconds left until she has to go to the stage... she goes from having only one hand on your hip to having both, holding your body tightly to push you back against her and make you meet her thrusts, digging her fingers into your skin and digging her nails into your flesh, leaving scratches and crescent marks on the skin of your hip bones 😵‍💫 yujin having to bite her lower lip to avoid moaning as she felt her cock begin to shoot ropes of cum inside your pussy and straight to your womb, closing her eyes and leaning her head back as your walls hug her so tightly, practically begging her not to pull out and keep breeding you…

and this is how yujin’s stylist made sure that she looked presentable for her presentation 💕 and later she and the members are doing a vlog and interacting with the camera as if they were talking to fans yujin takes a moment to showing off her cute outfit of the day, mentioning that her stylist made sure she looked brilliant on stage

[amethystarachnid]

Omg thanks so much for opening the requests again!!💛 (and sorry for dumping my long ass requests girl😭) How have you been?

please give us an innocent & shy y/n and flirty-drunk-jealous tony drabble pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee TQ!

SHY READER & FLIRTY TONY STARK - a Drabble

(you'll find the others drunk/jealous in this post but scroll down, I wanted to try something new and divided it in parts)

Tony Stark notices you the moment you step into the lab—mostly because you trip over your own feet. Smooth.

“New intern or did Fury finally send a spy who isn’t obvious?” He grins, leaning against his desk. You turn red. Mission: Speak. Failed.

You mutter something about coffee runs. He tilts his head. “Uh-uh. Try again, Casper. Louder, for the people in the back.”

“I—I’m here to—to assist,” you squeak. Tony gasps, clutching his arc reactor. “A shy scientist? Illegal. I’m calling SHIELD.”

He nicknames you “Bambi” after you bolt out of the room the first time he winks. (”Like the deer. All wide-eyed and skittish. Adorable.”)

He “accidentally” sends DUM-E to bring you tools—every five minutes. You swear the bot winks at you. (Traitor.)

“Friday, play Careless Whisper,” Tony announces when you drop a wrench. You groan. “I hate it here.” He grins. “No, you don’t.” (…Damn it.)

One day, you snap. “If you’re this annoying, how does anyone like you?” Tony beams. “There’s the fire! Knew it was in there.”

You sigh. He winks. This might be a problem. (…Or the start of something very fun.)

SHY READER & DRUNK TONY STARK

Tony stumbles into the penthouse, tie loose, cheeks flushed. You blink from the couch. Oh no.

“There’s my favorite person,” he slurs, pointing dramatically. “You. Yes, you. The cute one. With the face.”

You sigh. “How much did you drink?” He gasps, offended. “Rude. I’m perfectly sober.” (He is not.)

He flops onto the couch, head in your lap. “You’re so soft. Like a… a cloud. A shy, blushing cloud.” You cover your face. Why me.

“Tony, you’re heavy—” “And you’re beautiful,” he interrupts, poking your nose. “Boop.”

He tries to whisper but it’s loud. “Hey. Hey. Wanna know a secret? I like you. Like, like like.” You groan. “We’re dating.”

“Exactly,” he says, as if this is groundbreaking. “Best decision ever. High five.” (He misses your hand entirely.)

You try to get up. He whines, clinging to your arm. “Nooo, don’t leave. What if I wither without you?” (Drama queen.)

“You need water,” you mutter. He grins. “I need you.” Pause. “…But water’s cool too, I guess.”

SHY READER & JEALOUS TONY STARK

You’re laughing at something Steve said—just Steve, harmless, platonic Steve—but Tony’s grip on his drink tightens. Uh-oh.

“Wow, Rogers. You really needed her to explain the WiFi password?” Tony’s grin is sharp. “Or were you just fishing for conversation?”

Steve blinks. You kick Tony under the table. He fake-gasps. “Violence? From you? I’m wounded.” (He’s smirking.)

When Bucky dares to hug you, Tony loses it. “Barnes. Hands to yourself or I’m donating that arm to science.”

“Why are you texting Steve?” Tony demands. “He asked for cookie recipes.” “…Captain America bakes now?”

You’re late. Tony paces. “Maybe she’s with Bruce—he’s all ‘calm’ and ‘listens’—ugh.” (Bruce, from the couch: “I’m right here.”)

A paparazzi photo surfaces of you smiling at Thor. Tony prints it out, circles it in red. “Explain.” “He told a joke.” “I tell jokes!”

You catch him Googling “how to be more charming than Norse gods”. (Spoiler: He already is.)

Finally, you kiss his pout away. “Relax. You’re the only Stark I want.” He smirks. “Better be.” (Mission: Secure the Girl—complete.)

[loppsided]

d. lizewski as your boyfriend

summary: dating dave lizewski headcanons!

pairing: dave lizewski x fem!reader

wc: 407

warnings: smut at the end

a/n: omg!! thank you guys so much for 100 followers that so cool. but also tell me why my friend read my last fic chy im so embarrassed, if ur reading this hai heh. heres a little drabble with some smutty stuff as a filler until i can make a real fic again. likes and reblogs appreciated!

clingy as hell! this goes hand and hand with him being a jealous bf, hes always holding some part of you, because he wants people to know your his and also because he loves touching you

hes a jealous boyf cuz hes a little insecure, not growing up with a lot of female attention then bagging a beautiful girl like you can make him doubt himself

but you always reassure him, telling him hes the best thing to happen to you and he returns those feelings

you cleaning him up after he gets off patrol and him being completely covered in bruises and marks

scolding him on how dangerous being kick ass is and if he isn't gonna be more careful, you want him to stop

it taking him forever to admit to you he was kickass cause he didn't want you to judge him

comic book dates where you buy dinner and a new comic book and he tells you every detail about it

random rants while watching his favorite shows or movies on what's accurate and what's not

him sneaking into your window late at night to cuddle

him bragging to his friends about how perfect you are and how your the best girl in town

make out sessions after school in alleys behind dumpsters

movie nights at his place, you two are curled up on his bed with a bowl of popcorn but by the end of the movie, the popcorn's on the floor, and your both making out

definitely a hand holder like he'll hold your hand wherever, he doesn't care who see's

loves pda cause he likes when you show him off

threatens to beat up anyone who messes with you, but you decline with a giggle

nsfw below the cut

loves make out sessions, could literally eat your face for hours

definitely whimpers lmfao hes such a crybaby when hes about to cum

you guys took each others v cards, so even though your first time was super sloppy and you didnt exactly finish, it was still so amazing and romantic

def a tits guy, will just stare at them for as long as possible

hes one of those gross tongue kissers that doesn't really ease into the kiss, he just shoves his tongue down your throat *you dont really mind that tho*

him fucking you in his suit, it turns him on so bad, him being fully clothed while ur bare in front of him

DEFINITELY A MUNCH literally will eat you out for hours asking "is this good?"

[witerh]

Learning Cowboy Hat Etiquette || re:di boyfriend!leon

NSFW!

warnings: soft/dom, porn with some (no) plot, fluff and dirt, bites, p in v, sex on the couch, face sitting counts, ride on the tongue, aftercare, leon is mean, he doesn't talk much, leon kinda corny

notes: omg i can't wait for the trailer (which should be) where capcom show us at least jill and leon and my fingers will forget what a vacation is + sorry for mistakes in the drabble i was drank O⁠_⁠o

rating: explicit

summary: a borrowed for you hat and some curiosity of yours about leon's bull riding days brought you both to the point that you don't know etiquette cowboy hat at all. he will fix it.

“Do you ever miss it?” you ask suddenly, turning your gaze away from the tv and the shitty movie they had opted for that evening.

“Miss what?” he leans back, studying your face with a glowing curiosity and pretending to be a fool for you. “Lemme a hint for old man.”

“Rodeo.” you shrug, draping your legs across his lap.

“Hmmm, sometimes, I guess. Why are you asking?”

You had often wondered how much of that part of his past sculpted this body, the way it pushed and pulled and flexed and rippled. Had his years of fighting buck for buck been responsible for the perfect, hard lines of his abdomen? Tanned juicy biceps? The thick ropes of muscle in his arms? In the dark, you wondered shamelessly if it was responsible for the fluid rut of his hips when he fucked her.

“Just wondering. You don't really talk about it much.”

“Well, not sure I mentioned it, but getting kicked in the head repeatedly tends to take the fun out of things.” the corner of his lips twitchs, fighting a self-satisfied smirk at his own joke.

“What do you miss most about it?" It is earnest, the way you press. He shifts on the couch, the chatter of the movie fading idly away. There is something more to the coy look you are wearing, something that made him swallow thickly despite himself.

“I dunno,” his laugh was wary, and he folds his arms close to his chest. He feels, somehow, there was an expected answer, one he is beholden to without knowing. “I dunno. I guess I miss that moment where it just clicks, y'know? You get the rhythm of it, and it doesn't feel like fighting anything, just working with it.”

As he speaks, his features softened, blurred by dreamy memory of a time long enough ago that the rose-colored tinge has nearly disappeared.

“Oh. I thought you would say winning,” you admit with a shrug. “but I guess that's cool too.”

His laugh showers over you, curving your lips contentedly. You lean over to kiss him before standing from the couch and vanishing through the doorway, a breeze perfumed with sunlight and vanilla left in her wake.

He crooks an arm behind his head, thought cinching his brow. Though he is attempting to determine the gambit, decode your game, there simply isn't time before you sauntered back towards the couch, hips taking liberties as they sway. You are clad only in a tee shirt and black panties, slung low on your hips. He draggs his sight up your body, from the long, tender spanse of your legs to the breathtaking flutter in your hips, and finally up to your luminous face. On your head, he nots in sheer delight, is his hat. You toss him a sly glance from beneath its wide. He thought about how much he wanted those smirking lips pressed to his.

“You know, you're breaking all kinds of hat etiquette, sweetheart,” he tuts, the growing strain in his voice rival only by the strain between his thighs. “wearing another man's hat is a no-go. And inside too.”

“I think you could make an exception for me,” you purr, lithe footsteps bringing you directly in front of him. Your lowered register lands on his ear like a sedative, he can feel himself melting and moulding to your mercy. And you are right—an exception can be made, one he is quite willing to concede.

“Well you know what that means then, don't you?” he smirks, fastening his hands to the sloping curves of your waist.

“Tell me.”

"Means you're all mine, sweetheart." he ushers you towards him, your thighs coming to straddle either side of his lap, feverishly painting the hollow of your throat and the curve of your neck with kisses.

"I can live with that. And besides," you manage between sighs, "what else am I supposed to wear when I ride?"

He didn't have to search for meaning in your words, the roll of your hips over his promised wickedness of the highest order. He groans, the edges of his voice running raw. Grip tightening possessively around your waist, he bucked his hips against yours.

“I'll give you something to ride, honey.”

The pulsing at your core was desperate, need dousing your with each snap of his hips. You ground against him, greedy for the friction, greedy for the eager rise you could feel beneath the fabric of his sweatpants.

When he crushed his lips to yours, knocking back the brim of the hat, their kiss was ravenous as a man starved. His fingers slipped up your ribcage, brushing over the curves and contours up to the round of your breasts, a rising pride in his gut as he cupped them, as he felt the peak of your nipples beneath your shirt. He drew one hand higher still, curling it around your neck. His index finger and thumb rested beneath either side of your jaw, poised above your scrambling pulse, his palm pressed to the flushed skin of your throat.

“Think you can take it?” he gruffed, tightening his fingers only slightly, just enough to make your blood quicken, to make your breaths turn ragged and lurid.

“Please-”

“Show me you can handle it,” he inclined your chin towards his face. “show me you can take it.”

You ground against him again, breathless and desperate and hungry. The tug of cotton between them made her whine, the thought of what it kept from your almost too much to bear. One of his hands had anchored at your waist, thumbing the peak of your hipbone and urging with each clothed rut. You whimpered, the words stolen from your as a new flood of desire found its way between your legs. Need was making speech impossible, incoherent mumbles all you could manage. You needed this. Needed him. Needed something to soothe what was careening through your veins like a drug.

“Need some help there?” he chuckled, the gravel in his voice only serving to pull at the threads that made your come undone. Gently, he eased you off, just long enough to rid himself of his shirt, then his pants and the boxers beneath. You were marvelled for a moment at the etched columns of his body, the flexed sinew of his thighs, perfect, tanned skin over fortified muscle. It was enough to make your throat run dry.

Stepping out of your underwear and shirt, you discarded them altogether and clambered back into his lap. The searing line of his hardness was nestled maddeningly beneath your, the staccato of his heartbeat thrumming between their skin.

“Last chance to back out,” he rasped, the solid planes of his body trembling with the effort it demanded to not fuck her straight into the couch. He had to keep his mind steadied on the game at hand, intoxicated by the thought of bygone wins that she so lovingly made him recall.

“I can take it, Leon..." you brushed it off, the ember of lust flickering in your eyes were enough to illuminate his most salacious fantasies.

“Prove it.” he goaded, a broad smirk running recklessly across his cheeks.

Breaching the tightness of your heat, you were already soaked as you took him to the hilt with a feverish whine. Tossing your head back, the tendrils of your hair brushed against your shoulder blades. The hat tipped precariously from your head, and you threw a hand up to clasp it desperately, unable to hear the low, lewd groan he rewarded your with.

You were every fantasy he had ever had made real; hips sweeping against his, lips parted in a euphoric cry, breasts so tantalizingly close he could nip and suck if he tried. But truly, it was the sight of his damn hat on your head. You were a dream. A vision. Something he was almost certain he would have to wake up from, but as he felt the flutter of her walls around him, he knew it wouldn't be any time soon.

“God, baby, you're so tight,” he growled covetously.

You had no control of the indelicate sounds falling from your lips like rain. The only anchors you knew for certain were the sculpted taper of his hips, and the faded, lended hat. It spurred in your a stubborn determination to ride out each and every thrust and aftershock, to clutch a win forged from his own lust.

“Still with me?” the words were little more than a strained groan as he prodded, delivering a wicked thrust that made the fingers of one hand root into the couch cushion behind his head.

“Mhmm...” you are humming, lucidity fleeing with each lope of your pulse.

Thoughts were drowns by the vicious snap of skin against skin, the scent of sweat and sex and whiskey and leather that makes the air around them dense. He felt the air knocking from his lungs at the obscene, divine feeling of unsheathing only to the tip before slamming into the warm, tight clasp of your pussy once more. The drag of his length through your silken walls, his languid withdrawal only to the sensitive, swollen head, drove him wild. It conjured raw, animalistic thoughts; ones that any other time would be chased off by more chivalrous sensibility.

You want to let your thoughts scatter away like stardust, to be carrying off by the carnal bliss, but a thread of competitiveness kept your bound to your goal. You still, after all, have to win. You roll you shoulders, expelling a candied sigh as you rearrange your features into a wanton glower. Some lever in your have been pulled, one that offer resolve in tandem with its unfettered lust. You demand the reigns with each push and pull of your hips, dominating the rhythm that he, until now, have been leading.

He wasn't sure when he had yield to your, when he had allowed the control to slip from his fingers like grains of sand, but he knew he wasn't regret it. Beneath his skin, white-hot pinpricks began to rise. With each thunderous roll of your hips, each sensuous flick, he was contending with his undoing. The valley between your breasts have blossomed in a flush, crystalline specks of sweat like dew rising above the skin.

He leaned forward, dropping his head to trace your sternum with his tongue. The hot, wet trail invited a whine from your, one that made your grip at his hair and pull his face flush with your skin once more. The rise and fall of your hips against him had reached a fever-pitch, the crash of his pelvis against your clit threatening to break your in two.

You were on the precipice, the pulsing ache in your sex shooting like fireworks throughout your body. All he had to do was push, and you would tumble. You were unaware, however, that they were standing atop the same peak. Her assertiveness, the silhouette of your from beneath the familiar brim, the smell and feel of your all around; he was hopeless.

Unwilling to forfeit to his undoing, he steeled, motionless for a moment.

“Hey-” you hissed, prepared to admonish him for breaking the rules, however unspoken they may be, but he unlatched from the shallow of your collarbone to offer your a wolfish grin.

“Let's see you ride something else,” he drawled.

Tilting your head, your brow furrowed. It was difficult to untangle his words from behind your hedonistic veil, but he had already shifted them. He now laid beneath your, having positioned your knees beside his ears.

Though the move was partially out of preservation of his pride, he still found himself craving the sweetness between your legs. A campaign, now, to devote himself to drawing pleasure from your with his mouth, with his hands, like a religion.

You felt the gunpowder in your veins start to ignite with the first long, flat stripe of his tongue along your slit. His glinting eyes were visible from between your thighs, his sight catching yours dangerously. It twisted something in your gut, the steady gaze he maintained while he devoured your. Your knees hugged his ears as his palms braced the round of your ass. Beneath your, his arms were firm, keeping your pinned under his wicked mercy.

Relentless teasing against your entrance made you cry out, the wildfire scorching your body threatening to consume your whole. A delicious pressure sparked as he pressed into your heat, fucking you with his tongue. You keened against the contours of his face, feeling the brush of his teeth at your clit. Her hips jerked, chasing pleasure as it teased and ebbed from his lips. He nipped and suckled and taunted, sending static through your veins. Dismissing a hand from your back, he slipped it beneath your thigh to roll a thumb over the bundle of nerves, tongue lapping hungrily at your dripping sweetness.

You have never felt your molecules turn to vapor before you met him, you have never been reduced to a supplicant, wanton wreck until he first captured your beneath his practiced mouth.

“Shit-” you seeth, writhing and wheeling as he working your swollen bud deviously with his hand. It is a petty distraction from the way he is laving at your glistening pussy with such rapt attention that it cost you the air in your lungs, the thought of anything in your mind other than his name, primal moans ripping from your throat. You have finished with a sharp gasp and a celestial ringing in your ears. Victory flooded down his cheeks and over his lips, wetting his rough bristles, honey and warm.

Even from across the length of your body, between the dip of your quaking thighs, he could see bliss storming features of yours. You are becoming untethered from orbit, spend and exhaust as he orchestrated another orgasm that crashed over like the dark of nightfall. It was cruel, he knows, to drives you to you brink once again, still in a free fall from your previous climax.

“All mine. All fuckin mine...” his lips leave yours for a moment before bitting down your bottom lip.

You were far too gone to even acknowledge his words, focusing on your release rather than anything he was saying.

“So impatient...” he groans roughly, moving his fingers in you to collect your juices, slowly and gently taking his fingers out of you, making you let out a small whimper.

But boyish ego was captaining his mind, taking command of his body, and he drops his hand to part your glistening folds. Spread open for him like a perfect bloom, his tongue once again dipped into your cunt. The bright, heady taste of her pull a shameless moan from the depths of his chest, its reverberations shooting through your. He wanted to worship and revel and languish in your forever.

You have lost count of the times bring your to ruin, though somewhere in your mind you begrudgingly ascertained he has won. Not that it mattered. Not when he had filled you and stretched you with three fingers, crooked as if in beckoning. Not when be was coaxing pleasure from each and every cell in your body, proclaiming his triumph in each whine, sigh, moan, and sob. No energy could be spared to think about their trite game, not when his mouth, hot and adoring, was fixed to your pussy.

How you remain upright, you cann't begin to say.

You feel limp, spend, giddy, but you know you cann't afford to be done just yet.

With what resolve remain and much to your chagrin, you pull free of the work of his mouth and shuffled down on the couch. You align the begging tip of his cock with your entrance and gasp brokenly as you lower yourself, letting him drive home in your. You are sensitive in ways you have not feel before, it dance with pain like a lover, the ache igniting the pleasure, the pleasure fanning the ache.

The buck of his hips are gentle, he has been flirting so dangerously with his own climax long before you bury him in your once more. He is taken by the sight of yours gingerly meeting his pace, hat still perch on your head, eyes glimmering with something beyond love. You are what he has been waiting his whole life for, even if he hasn't known it. When your hand find his cheek, brushing along his temple as you push your hips over his, he feel the coil beginning to snap, wound too tight by your heat, by your love, by your tenderness.

When he comes, it was with a bliss so entire that he was silent for a moment. It is only when the final wave of his orgasm subsides that he finally dragged in a rabid, shattered breath. He is certain you could hear his heartbeat through his sweat-beaded skin, though you can feel it in his groin, feel it hammering against of yours where they were still joined.

He finally surrenders, drawing his softening length from your with a mutual howl. You, in turn, slip the hat from your head on the floor, suddenly overcome by a pervasive vulnerability. You fit yourself into the space beside him on the couch, nuzzling against the crook of his neck with a sated smile, covering your nakedness with whatever the borrowed hat would cover.

“So... who won?” you ask suddenly, the toll of their escapade evident in the grain in your voice.

“Well, me, of course. Who can win beside me, huh?” his grin is rugged.

You swat at him playfully, rolling eyes. “Let's call it a draw. Is... is that how it works?” you giggle, delirium infecting your mind.

He kisses your forehead, the damp line of hair. “No. But I win either way,” he chucked your bottom lip, tilting your face towards his. “Because I have you, my lovely girl.”

[brunchable]

You told Bucky that, 'He's right' 《Drabble》

Words: ≈600

Pairings: Husband!Bucky Barnes x f!reader.

A/N: omg i actually wrote a short story. Dunno if you'd call it a drabble if its >100words but eh. Divider is mine :)

Bucky stared down at his phone, his brow furrowed in confusion. He sat on the edge of the bed, glancing at the door you had just walked through after the argument. Everything about the situation felt... wrong.

"Did I hear that right?" he muttered to himself, his voice tinged with disbelief.

You had said the words no married man expects to hear, especially after an argument: "You're right."

A cold sweat broke out on Bucky's forehead. He picked up his phone and hurriedly typed a message to Sam, his thumbs flying over the keys like it was a mission.

Bucky: Hey, I just had an argument with Y/N, and she just told me I was right. What do I do next?

Sam's response came almost immediately, as if he'd been waiting for the exact moment Bucky's world flipped upside down.

Sam: Oh no. What did you do?

Bucky: That's the thing! I didn’t do anything!

Sam: Doubt it. Check again. You definitely did something.

Bucky got up and peeked out the bedroom door. You were calmly sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone as if nothing monumental had just occurred. No fuming. No angry glares. You even had a tiny smile on your face. That, more than anything, terrified Bucky.

He quickly shut the door and leaned against it, typing with even more urgency.

Bucky: I swear! She just said, “You’re right.”

Sam: She said WHAT?

Bucky: “You’re right,” Sam. I’m not messing with you. What do I do? Is this a trap?

A long pause followed. Sam was probably trying to process what Bucky was saying, and that made Bucky even more nervous. His phone buzzed with another message.

Sam: Listen, man, if she said you're right, there's no going back. You’re in uncharted territory now. Just apologize.

Bucky: But she said I’m right!

Sam: And you’re still wrong. Did your Dad not tell you that women are always right?!

Bucky's mind raced. What if this was some sort of test? What if this was a new form of argument he had never encountered before?

Bucky: Okay, but what do I apologize for?

Sam: For breathing. For existing. Pick one, man. Just go with it.

Bucky sighed, rubbing his temples. None of this made sense. He felt like a soldier in a war zone, except the enemy was invisible, and the battle lines were non-existent. He looked at his phone one last time, hoping for some final piece of wisdom from Sam.

Sam: If she said you're right, just apologize and bring her chocolate. And flowers. Actually, maybe throw in a puppy just to be safe.

Bucky: A puppy? Where am I supposed to get a puppy at this hour?

Sam: Figure it out. Good luck, man. It was nice knowing you.

Bucky groaned, shoving the phone in his pocket. He paced for a few minutes, trying to figure out the best approach. Finally, with a deep breath, he walked into the living room, feeling like he was marching to his doom.

You looked up at him with a raised brow. "Something on your mind?"

Bucky cleared his throat, feeling a bead of sweat slide down his back. "Listen, doll, about earlier... I just wanted to say I’m... sorry."

Your brow furrowed slightly. "For what?"

"For... being right?"

Your lips twitched, and you quickly covered your mouth with your hand, hiding a smile. "Oh, really?"

Bucky shifted nervously. "Yeah, and for... everything else. Just... all of it."

You finally burst into laughter, doubling over as you clutched your stomach. "Oh, Bucky, you’re ridiculous."

Bucky blinked, completely thrown off. "Wait, what? So I’m not in trouble?"

You shook her head, wiping away tears of laughter. "No, you goof, why would you be? I just didn’t feel like arguing anymore. I knew you'd spiral the moment I said you were right."

Bucky blinked. “So, you were messing with me.”

You grinned mischievously, shrugging a shoulder. "Just a little. But I like the apology."

Bucky shook his head with a grin. “I swear, you’re going to be the death of me, doll.”

As you laughed, Bucky’s phone buzzed again. He glanced at the screen to see another message from Sam.

Sam: You still alive?

Bucky: Barely. You owe me a puppy.

[dollishmehrayan]

# “ME AND MY HUSBAND WE’RE STICKING TOGETHER.” ── .✦ ( this just a brainrot drabble of bruce wayne && mrs. wayne because I’m obsessed with this mini series ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ )

a/n: i love infecting this type of brain-rot into you guys omg like genuinely it’s a slight problem i have to stop for a while because it GETS to a point😭😭, anywayss here i guess 🧍🏻‍♀️tags: (bruce wayne x fem!reader/batmom)

© dollishmehrayan — ( all rights reserved to me. These works cannot be reposted, translated, or modified. Thank you for understanding dollies! )

The lights of Gotham’s grandest ballroom sparkled like stars fallen to earth, casting an ethereal glow over the sea of designer gowns, sharp suits, and dazzling jewelry. The annual Wayne Foundation Gala was in full swing, a spectacle of wealth and power that captured the city’s fascination every year. Reporters lined the velvet ropes outside, cameras flashing as Gotham’s elite ascended the marble steps of the historic venue.

But tonight, all eyes were on you and Bruce Wayne.

When the two of you arrived, the murmur of the crowd outside turned into a roar. The whispers started almost immediately, a ripple of surprise and intrigue as the media scrambled to capture every angle of your entrance.

You walked beside Bruce, your hand resting lightly on his arm. Your gown a masterpiece in midnight blue satin clung to your frame with an elegance that seemed almost otherworldly, the fabric shimmering faintly under the streetlights. The diamond earrings you wore caught the light with every step, but it was the confidence in your stride and the warmth in your expression that truly captivated the crowd.

Bruce, ever the enigma, looked every bit the part of Gotham’s most eligible billionaire and bachelor. His tailored black suit was immaculate, and his usually reserved demeanor seemed to soften when he looked at you. It was a subtle thing the way his gaze lingered on you as you ascended the stairs, the faint smile tugging at his lips—but the cameras caught it all.

The tabloids were going to have a field day.

Inside the ballroom, the air was heavy with the scent of fresh roses and expensive champagne. Crystal chandeliers hung high above, their light refracting in a kaleidoscope of colors across the polished floors. Bruce guided you through the throng of guests, his hand firm at the small of your back, as if silently promising to shield you from the inevitable onslaught of questions.

And they came, as they always did.

The whispers were relentless as you mingled, weaving through the crowd like threads in a tapestry. Who was she? Where had she come from? How long had she and Bruce been together? Speculation about your background and your relationship with Gotham’s most elusive bachelor flooded the room.

“She’s stunning,” someone murmured behind a raised champagne flute.

“But where did she come from? She’s not one of the usual socialites,” another voice responded, tinged with curiosity.

Bruce ignored the comments with his usual stoic grace, but you couldn’t help catching fragments of the conversations as you moved through the room. You were used to the scrutiny, though. Being with Bruce meant living under a microscope, and while the attention could be suffocating, you’d learned to wear it like armor.

“Smile,” Bruce whispered into your ear as the two of you paused near a towering floral arrangement. His voice was low and teasing, but there was a hint of concern in his eyes. “You’re doing great, make sure to keep your eyes focused on the camera’s slightly.

You tilted your head up to meet his gaze, offering him a wry smile. “I wasn’t aware I was being graded.”

He laughed softly, his fingers brushing against yours in a fleeting gesture of reassurance. “You’re acing it.”, “really? Am i bruce??”

── .✦

Despite the intensity of the evening, Bruce never strayed far from your side. His presence was a constant, grounding you amid the whirlwind of flashing cameras and probing questions. Every time a journalist approached, Bruce would deftly redirect the conversation, shielding you from anything too invasive.

But the media frenzy outside was relentless. The headlines were already being written:

"Bruce Wayne’s Mystery Date Stuns at the Wayne Gala"

"Who is Gotham’s New It Girl?"

"A Love Story in the Making? Inside Bruce Wayne’s Relationship with (your name) Wayne"

As the night wore on, you found yourself on the balcony, stealing a moment of quiet away from the crowd. The cold air bit at your skin, but the solitude was worth it. Bruce joined you moments later, his jacket draped over his arm. Without a word, he slipped it around your shoulders, the warmth of the fabric a welcome relief from the chill, you weren’t gonna lie you got why every celebrity seemed to ‘hate’ paparazzi && fame.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice soft in the quiet.

You nodded, your gaze fixed on the city skyline. “Just needed a breather. It’s… a lot.”

He leaned against the railing beside you, his expression thoughtful. “They’ll talk. They always do. But none of it matters.”

You turned to face him, your lips curving into a small smile. “I know. It’s just… overwhelming sometimes, not used to this kind of attention..”

Bruce reached out, his fingers brushing against yours before wrapping them in his warm grip. “You don’t have to face it alone,” he said, his voice firm but tender. “Not tonight. Not ever.”

For a moment, the rest of the world faded away. It was just the two of you, standing under the Gotham sky, the distant hum of the gala forgotten. And as Bruce pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, you realized that no headline, no rumor, no amount of scrutiny could ever overshadow the quiet, steadfast connection you shared.

Inside, the gala continued, the music and laughter spilling out into the night. But out on the balcony, you and Bruce found something far more valuable peace, however fleeting, in each other’s company.

[hazeytae]

stoner!bf leehan drabble...

♡, nsfw, stoner!leehan, drug use (mary jane 🍃), high sex, fingering, afab!reader, unprotected sex, cum eating, nicknames (baby, pretty girl, princess, slut, etc.), porn with little to no plot

🗒️: heavily inspired by a mark fanfic i read last year (i think?!), omg stoner!bnd has been on my mind so much... i wasnt sure if i shld do leehan or taesan for this!! might do a taesan ver ? 🫣 this was way longer than i intended i had sm fun writing this :33 took me like a week to finish this wtf? also i had no clue how to end this so ignore that awkward ending

by the time leehan had begun rolling a blunt for the two of you to enjoy, the hum of whatever show you and leehan were watching had already faded into the background as you watched leehan excitedly. sat in nothing but your panties and leehans oversided shirt you fiddled with the weed grinder until leehan announced he had finished rolling up.

"alright, all finished," he held up the joint smiling proudly, "want the first hit princess?" he smiled watching your face light up handing you the blunt and grabbing the lighter. you nodded moaning as you put the blunt between your lips and he lit it. leehans glossy eyes took in your pretty face as you took a long drag and the smoke surronded both of you.

a few hits later and you and leehan are starting to feel your highs kick in. meaningless conversations suddenly turned into a heavy and mindless makeout- both of you too high out your mind to think of anything besides each other. your mind is practically blank as you whimper into leehans mouth while he gripped on your thighs, only pulling away with a string of saliva connecting you to take your shirt off while he admired you taking another long drag from the blunt before immediately going back to kissing you sloppily. "hows my girl so pretty? i need this pussy so bad..." he mumbled, not even giving you time to reply with a smart answer before he smashed his lips back onto yours, holding your waist as you grinded down onto his thigh.

"leehanie, give it t'me" you stumbled over your words feeling your eyes getting heavy as you struggled to take off your panties. "i gotchu baby..." he whispered contendedly as he helped you rid yourself of your underwear, only he moved too slow for you.

everything felt too slow for you. "l-leehan quicker! i really really reallyyy need it. cant wait!" knowing that your high was making you so needy, he laughed when you complained. once he had gotten your panties completely off and onto a now forgotten pile in the floor he dipped his finger in between your folds and teased your clit, causing you to let out a loud whimper begging him to speed up. leehan chuckled at your begs and whines slipping a finger in.

"i- i got you baby," leehan groaned listening to your whinpers as he thrusted his fingers in and out of your sobbing hole. using his free hand to pick up the joint, he held it between your lips watching you take a drag as he plunged his fingers into you, curling them up just right. you breathe out the smoke into his face just before you feel the knot in your stomach tighten, "o-oh leehan!" you squeal signaling to leehan how close you were.

"oh youre so pretty," leehan moaned watching you come undone on his fingers "fuck. all for me, fuck- all mine" he was so high out his mind he felt like he was gonna cum in his pants if he didnt just fuck you already. pulling his fingers out of you slowly and placing them into his mouth just to catch a taste of your fluids on his fingers, letting out a loud beautiful moan. you swore his moans sounded like the most beautiful music youve ever heard. you couldnt help but let out a moan at the sight and sound of him eating your cum which made him giggle.

his cute giggles completely contrasted the way he suddenly flipped you onto your back on the bed and ripped your shirt off, making you squeal happily. "baby- i need this pussy so bad," he moaned looking at your exposed body, "i need you so bad." you looked up into his red eyes with your gorgeous low red eyes biting your lip, almost swearing you were too dumb to speak at this point- letting your euphoria and neediness take over.

you watched as he fumbled with his sweatpants, hastily getting them off and pulling his hard leaking cock out, pumping it a few times. he looked down at you as you drooled at the sight, "leehan..." was all you could manage to whimper out before he pushed into you- raking a loud moan out of him from the feeling of your velvety walls which felt like heaven to him.

"baby- im not gonna be able to hold- im gonna go really quick, you can take it, i know it. cmon, youre always good for me. please i need this so bad." he was babbling now and he hadnt even started moving inside your fluttering walls. you giggled nodding up at your boyfriend, "i-i can take whatever you give me baby" you slur your words gripping onto the sheets in desperation.

the second you uttered those words he pounded into you, immediately finding your g-spot. even in his high euphoric state he still knew your body like the back of his back of his hand. the sound of fast paced wet skin slapping against each other and both your needy moans flooded the room.

leehan stared into your eyes as his body loomed over you, making you feel little under him. a mix of degradation and praises spilled out of leehans mouth, blabbers lf 'my stupid slut- doing so good,' 'you were made for me,' and more slurs of 'my pretty girl cant get enough of this dick- fuck.' flowed out of his mouth easily as you scratched his back, the sting from your nails only excited him and pushed him to slam into your cunt harder.

leehans roughened thrusts and the mixes of praise and degradtion that kept falling out his mouth made the knot in your stomach tighten, reaching for the closest thing to hold onto- being him- you clung onto his shoulders with screams falling out your mouth. "leehanie! im so close- god- fuck! im gonna cum!" leehan chuckled breathily as his thrusts became untimed and sloppy, signaling he was close too.

"cum for me baby- please- be my good girl n cum all on my cock." he panted feeling your walls flutter and clench around his length. you arched your back and rolled your eyes as you let your orgasm take over. watching you cum so hard pushed leehan over the edge- landing one final thrust right into your g-spot as he filled you up with white ropes of his cum.

leehan held you close for a minute, laying with you as you felt your orgasms wash over. you giggled looking at his disheveled hair and you moved his hair out of his face to see his pretty low red eyes making him blush.

[heesimp]

omg hi im the anon who suggested forced anal with jay … do u think u might have time to write a drabble about it? i feel like you would execute it so nastily and so well lol

something about anal sex…

anyway this link is what she looks like after

warnings: dubcon (ish, reader wants it but is too embarrassed to say it and jay gets off on pretending it’s forced), jay eats reader out for a while, jay licks reader’s asshole, anal sex.

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You’ve known he’s wanted this for a long time and the idea of pretending you don’t want him is ludicrous on the notion that you do want it. But you’ll do anything to see him happy, especially on nights where he’s been extra good to you.

“Such a sexy pussy.” Jay moans right against you. You’re on your hand and knees, your back in a deep arch with your cheek on his pillow. His tongue is so warm against your wet folds, licking you up like he depends on it. You can’t help but push your hips back into his face until his tongue is stiff inside of you. “You’re phenomenal…Will you let me eat your cute little ass?”

And really, it’s not like you haven’t thought about it. Jay moves his body to better angle himself towards your ass as you contemplate his question. You feel his breath before you can register and the familiar feeling of his mouth has completely disappeared.

Jay kisses your wrinkled hole and lets a ball of spit seep right into it. The unfamiliar feeling makes your toes curl and pull away from him. “Relax. You’ll love this.”

His tongue pokes into your hole as his large palms come to rub your asscheeks as if to soothe you. Jay’s tongue slathers over you slowly, dragging his muscle over you again. His movements are slow, hands gently squeezing you every time you jolt against him and when your body instinctively pulls away from the feeling of his tongue on your ass, Jay grips your thighs.

“Where you goin’, baby?” A soothing hand runs along your spine and forces your hips back on his mouth. Jay’s tongue latches back onto your asshole while his hands move to keep you locked against his face.

You tense up. Jay feels you clench your body and soothes you by rubbing his soft palm on your backside. His mouth is so warm and the tingling sensation makes your ass feel so good. He closes his eyes and hums in satisfaction when you open up and allow him to lick you up repeatedly. Jay puts in one finger at a time until he’s stretching you open with three fingers.

He decides you’re ready when you moan against his pillow. “Goddamn, you’re so good. Gonna fuck this cute little ass of yours, okay?” You don’t protest but you don’t really say anything. Your cheeks heat up and even if you know he’d stop if you asked him too, you’re too embarrassed to speak up by how much you like it.

You hear Jay’s wet cock as he jerks himself off. His tip comes in contact with your asscheeks and Jay slaps the tip on both of your globes until he reaches your hole. It winks at him the more he stares at it, and you hear him moan from behind you.

Jay lets the head rest against your asshole, feeling your subtle pulses as you accommodate to this new feeling. He spits until it lands on the head and moves it around until your ass becomes wetter too.

He pushes the head in and watches your fingers flex. “Oh yeahhh. Your ass is squeezing me already. You’re so wet too. Do you like anal sex, baby?” He doesn’t wait for your answer and relishes in your moans when he thrusts the tip in and out of you, pushing more of himself in every time he dips back inside of you.

Jay looks down. “Your pussy’s drooling. You must like it if you’re this wet.” The feeling of his hard, warm dick sliding in and out of your asshole makes you grip the bedsheets under you for dear life. The searing pain is nothing short of euphoric and Jay grunts when he sees you biting the pillow under you.

“Such a tight ass. I love that you’re a little anal whore. Turns me on so much.” Jay speeds up his rhythm and holds your waist to control the pace he’s pushing in and out of you. His fingers give you a gentle squeeze.

“Hurts so much,” you choke.

“But does it hurt so good?”

“S-So good.”

“I know, sweetheart. I love seeing my cock disappear into your ass. It’s so sexy when you let me use you like this.”

“Take it out,” you whine.

“Can’t do that, baby. You feel too good.”

“Please,” you say with a moan. “Pull it out.”

Jay chuckles, cock already twitching inside of you. “Gonna cum inside of your tight asshole.” The wetness reverberates around the room and his dick pounds you from behind, his balls slapping against you too.

Your heart sinks when you clench around him. It feels so good. “Don’t fight it, princess. Let me use your ass. Girls who love anal are sexier than girls who don’t.”

“J-Jay!”

He picks up the pace. “Uh huh, that’s right. Moan my name. Who’s fucking your ass this good?”

“Jongseong!”

You cum when he does, the pearly beads dripping from your folds. Jay fucks you through his orgasm and dumps his load right into your little asshole as he grips onto you.

“That’s right. Your ass is so good. I could bury myself in here forever.”