#drabble practice

[onboardsorasora]

in love with Max reducing high-performance athlete Daniel into a pile of mush on the bed. Daniel’s definitely moving slower the next day on the court.

Anonstie, you know wassup. There's no way that that doesn't stay with you, you know?

Daniel in media all day: 🥴😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 7

Pt 6?

"Oi!"

Daniel snapped out of his daydream, grunting as a tennis ball hit his stomach.

"Sorry. My bad." He coughed and readied himself behind the line. He shook his head to dislodge the dirty dirty thoughts that have been following him all day.

Last night with Max was amazing. Way more of a good time than he had anticipated.

Way way more.

He hadn't been folded like a lawn chair in a while. His body was still buzzing, his hole was feeling phantom thrusts at this point. Was that the breeze, it felt like Max's breath on his neck.

"DR!"

"Shit, fuck. Sorry" Daniel shook his shoulders out and bounced in place for a second.

He'd been spacing out all day, having all sorts of sex flashbacks at very inconvenient moments. Luckily he was able to save it in his media duties this morning. Making jokes in various interviews that he was reliving winning the Australian Open, which always opened the floor to follow up questions about the same then brought the interview back to whatever original question they'd asked him about the French.

Blake noticed though. Blake always noticed. And he wasn't happy with Daniel's distraction. He'd told Michael, like a fuckin' narc. And now here he was in punishment. Today was supposed to be a gaddamn rest day or whatever.

He'd already run fifty million laps, did too many burpees and now, well he wasn't paying attention now was he.

His body this morning was pleasantly achy and sore. Now though, now, he needed an ice bath something fierce. These fuckers.

"Maybe you shouldn't meet up with Max until after the Open, if this is gonna be what we have to deal with." Daniel heard Michael mutter exasperatedly.

"Whoa whoa there. Maybe we shouldn't be so hasty." Daniel chimed in. It wasn't that bad, there was no need to make such sweeping judgments.

"DR, you've been biting your lip and blushing all fuckin' day. You just daze off." Blake glared.

"You've been distracted as all fuck, and you keep reaching for your phone." Michael raised a brow judgingly.

Ok maybe it was so bad. Yikes on a bike.

"Jesus Christ we've never seen you so dick whipped."

"It's great that you got some. But can we not have it interfere with your season?"

"Ok ok so maybe, I kinda sorta am dickmatized." Daniel offered, placatingly. "It won't affect the Open. I promise."

"It better fuckin' not." Blake narrowed his eyes, fingers pointed. Daniel didn't want to disappoint his team. They worked too hard for this. He worked too hard for this. He can't be distracted now. Not by some guy. Even though he was hot as fuck and built like an absolute unit and his tongue felt so good and he already seemed to figure out how Daniel liked to be fucked an-

"Jesus H Macy!" Micheal threw his hands up and walked off the court.

The power rangers/kim possible theme went off in his bag.

Daniel smiled at Blake's annoyance, embarrassed. Just a little. He really got it bad.

#max/daniel #dr3 #maxiel #mv33 #tennis au #tennis!dan #tennis player!dan #drabble practice #au drabble #drabble #my ficlets #my fics

[nariism]

wriothesley isn't one for grand displays of affection, whether it be through his actions or his words.

to the public eye, the two of you are nothing more than co-workers who take their lunch break at the same time. two people who have something to discuss at 3:00 pm every day (which is coincidentally the time for his tea break, as many have pointed out).

you're the first one at his door with piles of paperwork when the morning shift starts. you're the last one out of his office at the end of the day.

to the rest of the fortress, your relationship is superficial—a rumour passed on from old inmates to new ones that the warden and his assistant are secretly married.

it's always laughed off the same way: why would they ever have a reason to keep that a secret?

it's become a sort of inside joke between the two of you since the silly rumour started floating around.

"i overheard some people in the cafeteria talking about us again."

"did you say anything to them?"

you smile, placing down two boxes of welfare meals on the desk. "why would i? it's more fun to let them believe what they want."

"it doesn't bother you?" wriothesley watches you from the corner of his eye as you open them, grimacing at your meal and your bad luck.

"not really," you say, looking at him curiously. "does it bother you?"

he snorts, uncrossing his arms so he can gather you into his arms for the first time since you dropped off papers in the morning.

"nah," he hums, burying his face into the crook of your neck—the place where he seeks solace first when holding you.

"you're crushing me," you laugh, allowing him to press you into the desk with his arms squeezing you terribly tight. you wheeze dramatically and he pulls away with a grumble.

"come on, let me have this. i haven't seen you since your shift started."

"that was only a few hours ago..."

he pouts. "so you didn't miss me?"

"i didn't say that." you pinch his nose and he engulfs you again under his weight, scooping you closer to him with his arms around your waist this time.

"imagine if one of your guards saw us like this. what would happen to this grand mystery surrounding our relationship?" you sigh, hopping up onto the desk while he slots himself comfortably between your legs.

wriothesley can only chuckle. "then you would owe me three hundred coupons."

"seriously? you still remember that bet?" it was made ages ago, after all. a wager that no one would find out the truth before the end of the year.

"aw, don't be such a poor sport. three hundred coupons is nothing. need i remind you that you're married to the warden?"

"no," you breathe, holding him by the cheeks so you can press your lips to the corner of his mouth. "i don't know where you heard that false rumour, by the way. did an inmate tell you?"

your teasing makes him roll his eyes. he tackles you into a hug again. "oh hush already."

turns out that some rumours really are true.

© ALABOADOA 2023 — please do not translate or post my works to other platforms

#— whispers in the wind ✧ #touchy clingy in private loser husband wriothesley #i wanted to practice dialogue and this is the product i'm sorry #genshin impact #genshin impact drabbles #genshin #genshin drabbles #genshin x gender neutral reader #genshin impact x gender neutral reader #genshin x gn reader #genshin impact x gn reader #genshin impact fluff #genshin fluff #genshin fic #wriothesley #wriothesley genshin #wriothesley x gn reader #wriothesley x reader #wriothesley x y/n #wriothesley x you #wriothesley fluff #wriothesley x gender neutral reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader

[dosiido]

18+ MDNI - semi-public sex, fem!receiving oral

Blades of grass poke at your skin from beneath the dress. The thin, gauzy fabric no match for the bright green blades, sharp with pointy overgrown ends. The smell, fresh; the epitome of green, oddly sweet and mixing with the earthiness of the dirt beneath. If it weren’t for the man between your legs you’d have been long lost in the gift of nature. Instead, you were muffling your moans with your free hand, the other occupied with his hair.

His hands grasp the back of your thighs, forcing them open every time you start to close them around his head in an attempt to retain some semblance of modesty. “Retain,” as if there was any left. The straps of your dress hang loose around your shoulders, your tits teetering at the neckline, threatening to spill out at any given moment. Layers of chiffon are bunched up at your waist, your maxi dress suddenly turned mini at the hands of his unbridled horniness.

“Dick,” you gasp, hand falling from your mouth to your dress, unintentionally pulling it up even further to cope with the maddening amount of ecstasy flowing through your veins. “Dick Grayson, this is a public park.” It’s the first full sentence you’d managed to get out since he’d found his way beneath your dress; since he’d started putting his tongue to work in such an open space. And even then, it had come out strangled and barely above a whisper.

He ignores your words, tongue swirling around your sensitive clit and sending you into a fit of moans. His dark hair tickles your thighs as he buries himself deeper into your pussy, licking at your slit like a madman. “I’m serious,” You say breathlessly, chest constricting as your climax builds. “We could get caught.”

Your eyes survey the vast stretch of land, almost entirely empty save for some decorative shrubbery and a few people you heard but couldn’t see. You figure if they weren’t in your line of sight, then you probably weren’t in theirs either, and you take that opportunity to grind against his face a bit, adding friction into the mix and bringing yourself closer to the edge.

“Just make it quick,” you groan, brain in overdrive at the prospect of being caught getting eaten out in a public park. You had a reputation to uphold, and public indecency would so obviously taint that. At the sound of your pleas, he loosens his grip on one of your thighs and moves his hand lower. His fingers, thick and calloused, prod at your hole before plunging deep inside and curling into your sweet spot.

The sensation overwhelms you, making your eyes roll to the back of your head, and you know your climax isn’t far away at all. You pray that it comes before someone catches you in the act, but you know somewhere in your mind that you have nothing to worry about. Dick’s never let you down like that, and he definitely wasn’t going to start now.

#i'm out of practice #don't be mean :( #dick grayson #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x you #dick grayson x fem!reader #dick grayson smut #dick grayson drabble #dick grayson fic #dick grayson imagine #nightwing #nightwing x reader #nightwing x you #nightwing x fem!reader #nightwing smut #nightwing drabble #nightwing fic #nightwing imagine

[loveshotzz]

12 -mutual masturbation while camping in a tent. 

maybe tough girl finally gets to go on the annual camping trip :)

A/N:Thank you for your request angel, the way I had to write this immediately. I love this, I love you and I love them. 💗 this request comes from my completed series All I Really Want Is You but can be read as a stand alone. All you need to know is he calls you Tough Girl, you’ve been dating a year and he’s got a dog named Bandit.

wc: 2k

warnings: 18+, established relationship, age gap (reader is 30 and Steve is 42) slight somno I guess? reader is touching herself but not him, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, semi public.

AIRWIY!older!steve x fem! reader

The birds chirping stirs you first, the sunlight leaking through the half opened flap at the front of the tent, second. Eyes shifting behind closed lids that aren’t ready to open yet, the soft sound of Steve’s slumbered breathing next to you brings the beginning of a smile tugging up at the corners of your lips. The clinking of metal from Bandit’s leash outside is what finally gets you to open your eyes. You’d heard Steve in a daze take him out to pee before letting him bring in the sunrise outside the tent, quickly realizing this was the dog’s favorite part of these getaways.

The air mattress makes a noise that has you cringing when you roll over on the spread out sleeping bags to get a better look at him, the fresh humidity making your skin stick to it. You can’t stop that sigh that slips past your lips at the sight as he takes up room on his back. His permanent bed head is even messier than normal from a night under the stars with your hands in his hair and the stubble that lines his jaw rubbing the inside of your thighs raw. Rejuvenated after a shower that washed off the first two days of the trip.

The streaks of gray that sprinkle through his honey locks stand out even more in the daylight. The crows feet and laugh lines that you’d like to think got deeper in his first year with you are smoothed out in his sleep. You can’t help but wonder what he’s dreaming about, secretly hoping it’s you and not just the morning that has the blood rushing south.

His chest is bare, the dark thatch of hair in the middle looking soft in the warm light, the moles and freckles that dot his tan skin beg to be kissed, just like the sun had the pleasure of doing all weekend. One leg is kicked out of the covers, revealing a low hanging pair of black mesh shorts giving you a peek at the faint hint of a tan line from your days hiking down to the lake. A big hand lays spread across his stomach while the other looks like it got halfway across the small space between you on the search for yours before he fell back asleep.   

Your thighs press together in your small sleep shorts, searching for some kind of friction that you know won’t be enough for the low simmer that’s already started deep in your gut. Why did he always have to look so good? 

Steve licks his full lips, and you can’t help the way your hand starts to wander towards the ache between your legs that’s begging for attention. Fighting with your self control, your nerves ring in your ears and you swear the birds outside get louder when the tips of your fingers start to play with your waist band. 

You freeze when he grunts, blunt nails scratching his stomach making the muscles in his pecs flex. The slight pinch of his brows when something happens in his dream is enough for you to push past the elastic, your fingertips meeting your already dripping folds with a shaky breath through your nose.

Your hips roll, your pointer and index finger spreading your lips apart before the pads of them catch your bundle of nerves when you drag them back up with enough pressure to make you whimper. They don’t feel as good as his, and your heavy lidded gaze focuses on his hand spread across his stomach as you add a third finger to try and mimic the feeling. It’s almost enough and it makes you have to bite your lip to keep quiet, the sound of how wet you already are is almost enough to compete with the growing sounds of the woods coming alive.

“Fuck - honey,” Steve’s voice startles you, thick with sleep and the unmistakable gravel of want, “Why didn’t you wake me up if you needed me so bad huh?”

Your eyes meet his, and all you can do is whine in response when you see all the colors usually inside of them first thing in the morning are gone. The bright greens and gold specks are replaced with something dark and hungry, jaw a little slack while his own hand reaches down, squeezing his now fully hard length over his shorts to relieve some of the throb.  

“You know I’d never say no to you,” He whispers, his own hips rocking into his palm. You start to push two fingers in, your greedy walls fluttering despite the embarrassment of being caught making heat rise to your cheeks.  “What’s got you so worked up baby?”

He pushes his shorts half way down his hairy thighs, the full thickness of his cock smacking against the dark trail on his stomach. Already leaking, the fat tip of him looks angry as he wraps his fingers around the base, the pad of his thumb swiping over the top making him shudder. He pumps once, twice before rolling over on his side, kicking his shorts all the way off along with the blanket exposing you both to the morning air.

“Come on, don’t be shy now.” He’s closer like this, your noses almost touching and you can smell last night's bonfire still lingering. His eyes roam your body while his wrist sets a slow pace watching your nipples pebble under the thin fabric of your tank when a light breeze ruffles the walls of your tent. 

“Y-you - you just looked so good.” Your confession sounds pathetic, but it makes his eyes squeeze shut and a deep breath exhale through his nose, cock twitching in his big hand before he opens them again. 

He leans in so his lips ghost against yours, the tip of his tongue tracing the curve of your bottom one before licking into your mouth to steal your breath with the kind of kiss that was usually reserved for late nights after a couple of bottles of wine. 

“Take your shorts off, be good for me and let me see honey.” He pants, already wrecked, pressing another soft kiss to your lips before shifting to sit up, the air mattress making you bounce with the redistribution of his weight giving him the perfect view down every curve and dip of your body. 

Listening to him, you feel more exposed than ever with your legs spread wide despite no one being around. Steve groans at the visual of you like this, the motions of his wrist getting quicker while his free hand reaches down to pull up your tank by the hem, the soft fat of your breasts spilling out for his hungry eyes. It feels dirty and new, touching yourself like this for him and it only adds to the growing slick between your thighs.

“God, I’m so lucky - can’t believe you're mine. Wakin’ up to you like this? So damn pretty, baby - shit.” He groans, already babbling, squeezing hard at the base of his cock when he sees your arousal gleam in the sunlight every time you pull your fingers out, drunk off watching them disappear again.

“I want you all the fucking time, Steve.” You whine hips pushing up when you add a third one, back arching when he tweaks one of your nipples.

“Yeah?” He asks before spitting into his hand, the slick sounds of his palm working his length even harder blending in with the messy way your walls suck you in. “Tell me about it.”

You nod, completely gone by hearing him talk to you like this, curving your fingers just right to hit the spot that makes you keen. A strangled noise leaving his throat when he clocks the way your thighs start to shake, your mind racing with thoughts of him. He needs you to come soon, and when he sees the pad of your thumb start to rub messy circles on your puffy clit he knows he doesn’t have to hold off for very long.

“You’re just so sexy all the time,” it’s your turn to babble and the breathy laugh that leaves him makes you clamp around your fingers even tighter despite wishing you could roll your eyes, “Those fucking running shorts, your suits, god I want you to bend me over your desk so bad. I think about it all the - ohhhh- a lot.” 

“Jesus - baby, m’gonna have you meet me for lunch when we get back, god wear that short little dress, yeah? I’ll give you what you want, shit - anything you want.” He stutters feeling himself start to get close, your confessions bringing him to the edge. 

“I - mmm- I won’t wear any underwear.” You giggle before your mouth falls open, the band inside of you dangerously close to snapping at the thought of him behind his desk and the predatory way he’d watch the sway of your hips knowing you’re bare and already soaked for him underneath. 

“Dirty girl,” He moans and you hear the back of his head slide against the tent, “my dirty girl.”

Looking up, your eyes roam the way his chest heaves the closer he gets to his climax, sweat beading and starting to drip down his neck where the veins protrude. His gaze is heavy and hot, and it doesn’t leave you, it begs you to fall apart for him. He watches how your eyes glaze over, completely wrecked at the sight of him and the corner of his mouth turns up.

“Gonna be good and come for me now?” It’s soft when he asks despite how filthy the sounds echoing in the tent are, and when you nod with your bottom lip tucked between your teeth, his grin widens. “Of course you are, always so good, so sweet.”

The last part comes out strained, his cock twitching catching the way your thighs start to shut when the drag of your fingers in your cunt becomes deliberate. You were close. The hand that he’s kept on the dough of your breast reaches down to pull your knees apart tutting under his breath.

“I wanna see it, let me have it, come on baby.”

His words are enough for you to push your head back into the pillow, your leg fighting against his firm grip to shut as the rubber band finally snaps. His name falls from lips long and drawn out, a high pitch whine that turns into a gasp and a shuddered loud moan when he pushes your hand away to replace it with his. Thick fingers collect everything you give him, pulling even more from you when he dips inside to hit the spot you could barely reach, praising you as you come even harder.

The feeling of your velvet walls squeezing tight around him brings Steve over the edge, gasping your name with a guttural groan that vibrates from his chest as he spills across his thighs and stomach. Chest heaving from the force of it, the visual of you spread out and falling apart for him makes him see white with his release.

The only sounds are your labored breathing, and a forest that’s come alive in the daylight.  You hear Bandit shuffle around to move to another spot following the moving sun as it gets higher in the sky, warming the tent more. Steve is gentle when he pulls out of you, bending down to kiss your sweaty forehead before grabbing his basketball shorts. He chuckles, wiping himself down feeling like a teenager again with nothing else around to clean himself up, your breathy giggle making his teeth shine in a wide grin before he lays himself back down. 

There’s zero hesitation to pull you to his chest despite the growing stickiness with the heat, peppering kisses across your face before collecting your lips in something a little sweeter.

“Morning, tough girl.” 

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[irishmammonagenda]

You pout, arms crossed up against your chest, staring at your boyfriend who currently has his eyes fixated on the game on his PC, mouse and keys being clicked rapidly while the otaku sits cross legged on his desk chair, tongue sticking out in anticipation as he progresses with the battle.

You shift in the bean bag that you made yourself at home on, having long set you DDD down, finding that it had completely lost its entertainment value. Call you a spoilt brat, more millte than the ten year old's in makeup aisles at supermarkets, but you wanted your boyfriend's attention God Dammit! And you wanted it now!

The Avatar of Envy pays you no mind as he continues playing his game, having probably forgotten you were in the room. Well you had been here for hours quietly on your DDD. It was fair, you supposed, though as he starts singing the praises of a certain Ruri-chan, the only thing you could feel was your boyfriend's sin.

That seemed to remind Leviathan of your existence. You huff. He reaches a checkpoint and turns around, jumping when he sees you. "O-oh! S-sorry! M-MC...I-i forgot you were there!" He says awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head as his face turns a red that brings out the purple of his hair.

"You should be sorry...." You sulk, sinking further into your seat, Levi flatlines, eyes widening as he nearly falls off his own chair.

"I-I am! I just got so into the game! And you were so quiet...and I-" He rambles apology upon apology as he stumbles clumsily closer to you, finally reaching within inches of you but hesitating. Something along the lines of 'How could they want a pathetic otaku like me anywhere near them right now?!' no doubt going through his head.

You scrunch your nose up, quickly closing the distance with a soft, chaste kiss on the lips. Simple. Leviathan still flatlines, if he was an android he would've stopped working. You grin, giving him another kiss, just as soft but a little less chaste, he blubbers something in his flustered blushy state, demon form popping out. While your pretty boyfriend was normally shy, his instincts were not, while he hid his face and sparkling eyes from you in his awe, his tail wrapped around your waist, bringing you impossibly closer to you, something you gladly accepted as you took Levi's hands away from his face and gave him another kiss, he might as well have been the Avatar of Greed with how greedily he was kissing you back.

Holy fuck, you love your boyfriend.

#happy (late) birthday leviathan ig!!! #its 00:16 as i posted this thats practically still the 9th of april im like 17 mins late thats practically on time #leviathan obey me #obey me drabble #i cant write leviathan at all his character is so difficult for me to write for some reason 😔✊ #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me shall we date #obey me x reader #omswd #obey me mc #obey me leviathan #obey me levi x reader #obey me leviathan x reader #obey me leviathan imagines #obey me fluff

[skynapple]

{Based on a conversation between me and b @caisjunlis}

"Is your boyfriend joining us?"

"My... what?"

The term had come up, once or twice, the young huntress couldn't possibly imagine why. As if on queue, the subject in question walked over and put his head on her shoulder from behind, having no concept of the conversation.

"Hmm?" Xavier hunmed sleepily, "What are you guys talking about?"

Their coworkers all looked delighted suddenly. "Oh good! Xavier, we're having a picnic on our lunch break. Sort of. We're going to eat outside on the grass, it's BYOB. You're coming with her right?"

A soft smile came to his lips. "Pretty sure food is her middle name." Lifting his head he looked at her tenderly. "Should I go home and cook something for us?"

Compete horror filled her gaze. "No, no! Not necessary! I'm ordering delivery as we speak! We'll see you guys!" Phone in one hand, his in her other, she stalked away in the other direction.

To her coworkers, it was no question they were in a relationship. So much so, that any notion they weren't together could warrant at least 5 or 6 eyewitness accounts complete with aa plethora of evidence, from colleagues who lived in their same apartment complex, to receipts on social media. Even to the outside ear, the use of the word "home" as if they lived in the very same air, not merely the same general building or area. Any other response to denial was met with the idea that maybe they thought they were keeping it secret, and badly so.

The rumors went from bad to worse, especially perpetrated by a nearby neighbor.

Xavier knew she would be home early that day, and was eager to see her. When he finally received word she arrived, he ran downstairs and through the door with such speed and ferocity in his gait that he'd sent the door slamming shut behind him with a mighty gust of wind, right into her arms, knocking them both over.

"Yeah, they're definitely fighting. Heard the door slam the other night. Couldn't hear what they were yelling about but their voices were loud."

Or other, sometimes suggestive situations turned out of innocent ones.

An issue with her lockpad sends her upstairs to stay with Xavier until security can fix it. The part needed won't be delivered for a week, so the whole time most of them believe she actually moved in with him (finally).

It was obvious to everyone else, except to them. Xavier didn't know that her thoughts swirled whenever he glanced her direction, he didn't know if her heart jumped in her chest the same way that his did at the mere mention of her. He only had the past to go off of, and the dark thoughts at night that made him wonder if all those times he was the one she pursued back then, if he would still be her star in this life too. And all the long, she might wonder just the same, that if this complete mystery of a man who was totally a monster when it came to fighting and duty to protect, and so soft in her arms, if he really, really saw her as someone special, too. For now, maybe colleagues who definitely spent the night cuddling, potentially in their sheets, was totally platonic. Sort of. Almost. To them only. For now.

#i got lazy #and tired #sorry #lnds xavier #lnds xavier x mc #lnds mc #love and deepspace #love and deepspace xavier #drabble #madi writes #caisjunlis #love and deepspace mc #xavier x mc #just practice really

[takami-takami]

"Marry me."

He’s hardly lucid enough to hear himself, but it's the first thing Vash whines when he sinks into your heat, allowing those baby blues to roll further into his head than his toes can curl against his soles. 

"Marry me, marry me."

It takes some strain for you to hear those words over the incessant creaking of the dingy hotel bedframe below; but perhaps you should be grateful for moments like this. A life of sandstorms, drought, and scarcity follows the typhoon himself; and strays like you both— vagabonds, more like— are rarely afforded the luxury to settle and lap their fill.

It’s not your fault you ended up swept into bed, spread yet again beneath your dearest friend. He just looks so unbearably pretty like this. The waves of viridian lights that dust the night sky drip in through the window beside him, illuminating his face and sharply contrasting against the flush that creeps down his neck.

Jaw slack, eyes wide, and palms clutching the sheets on either side of your head; you never stood a chance at saying no to him.

"Jumping straight to marriage, huh." You twirl a blonde strand, wrapped around your finger. "That desperate? Aww, puppy," you croon with sympathy, and Vash buries himself at the sound of it. You’re aware it’s an attempt to hide when he shudders into your neck like this, bleeding insecurity alongside arousal; but it’s easy to forget the pangs in your chest when his hand paws between your thighs with a whimper, desperate to be of service to you.

"Please don't say it like that, miss," he huffs. "You'll make me— you know I'll— oh," he gives up halfway through the sentence and squeezes his eyes shut so tight he sees scorching, hot white. It's desperate, the way he grits his teeth, frantic to hold himself back.

Such a polite boy.

His pace picks up once more to the rhythm of the mattress, huffing with each indulgent stroke. The thick of it stretches you full; and judging by the stutter of his hips, Vash's restraint has been wound tight enough to snap.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry," he babbles, a mumbled apology lining each thrust, clipped wet in his watering mouth. "Feels so good." A shake of his head, a moan from his throat. "Don't think I got it in me to last, I'm real sorry—"

"It's okay," you soothe. "I gotcha. Let go."

And your words of permission wring the pleasure from him, sucking the air from his lungs. When his hips finally stall, it's with his teeth buried deep in your skin and a hiccup rising in his throat.

There’s an uncertainty in his pout once you both find your breaths. He chews one cheek and looks toward the open window when he whispers, low enough for no one but you to hear. 

“I meant what I said, you know.”

"Yeah, I know." Your palm rests against his heated cheek. When he leans into it like a stray dog might burrow into a warm bed, it's with his eyes fluttered shut.

"Someday, pretty boy." You kiss the mark beneath his left eye, smiling at the scrunch of his nose. "Next time, I expect a ring." 

#first ever vash drabble!! yay!! #some practice. i'm trying to get the hang of him #vash x reader #vash the stampede x reader #trigun x reader #smut #x reader #trigun stampede x reader #🌶 spice #🖋 writing

[lalacliffthorne]

just a sweet little modern!roommate!Azriel drabble to pull your heartstrings and make you feel all the feels.

“What are you doing?”

The rough voice, quiet and hoarse with sleep, made me jump, and I almost squeaked, my head whipping up as my eyes widened, and my heart jumped into my throat, only this time not because I was startled.

Azriel was standing in the door, squinting into the light of the small lamp next to the couch. His brows were drawn together, his eyes looking like honey in the warm sheen as he ran a hand through his rumpled dark hair, and my breath hitched softly.

It really was unfair that someone could look this good in just a hoodie and pyjama pants.

Blinking, I turned my gaze back towards my laptop, breathing out as I rubbed my eyes that were burning a little.

“I'm going over my paper; I don't know, it's just not how I want it to be.” I dragged a hand down the side of my face, propping my elbow onto my knee as I stared tiredly at the screen.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Azriel move, his steps soundless as he slowly started to walk past the couch.

“It's almost 2 am.” His quiet, still raspy voice made my skin tingle, something rushing in my stomach when his brows furrowed further, and I exhaled softly.

“I know, I just –“

Azriel crouched down next to me, and the rest of the sentence I wasn't even sure I could've formed got stuck in my throat when he stared at me, eyes tired, the little golden specks in his iris shimmering in the warm light as they dragged over my face.

Breathing out, Azriel ran a hand over his face, turning his head to stare at the screen. The blueish light made the line of his jaw look even sharper than usual, his face all angles and soft looking lips.

“You know, you might be more likely to figure it out when you're not almost falling asleep on the spot anymore.” His low, quiet voice heavy with sleep made my heart skip, but not as much as the way his arm pressed against the side of my thigh when he shifted on the spot, leaning against the couch as he stared at me tiredly, eyes soft.

“You know, that is kinda rich coming from you.” I tried to suppress the urge to rub over my eyes again as I stared at the screen, and Azriel huffed, but it looked like his lips quirked a little as his eyes dragged over my face.

“Maybe, but I'm not the one who needs nine hours of sleep a day to function properly.” There was a teasing tilt to his deep voice that almost made me whimper, the urge to just flop sideways and into him almost unbearable. But I reigned myself in.

I really needed to figure out how get a hold of myself when it came to him, or one of these days, I wouldn't think and do something stupid.

I grimaced half-heartedly at him, earning me a curve of his lips that made something in my chest tumble gently like even my heart was too tired to react like it usually did when it came to Azriel.

Silence settled over the living room again as I stared at the laptop, my fingers moving over the mousepad as I forced my eyes to not droop and Azriel watched me tiredly, his gaze moving towards the laptop and back towards me. Then he shifted, and I parted my lips when he reached out and carefully slipped the laptop out from under my hand.

“What –“

Azriel placed the device on the couch next to me, saving my work before turning it off and closing it, and I just stared at him, feeling tiredness wash over me.

“What are you doing?”

Azriel pushed himself to his feet heavily before leaning down, and my heart skipped softly when his warm, rough fingers wrapped around mine, squeezing as he tugged me to my feet.

“I'm getting you to bed.”

I breathed out. Now that the laptop was shut, tiredness suddenly washed over me, and I blamed it on the fact that suddenly my whole body seemed to be shutting down that I mumbled without any sort of hesitation: “Shouldn't you buy me dinner first?”

Azriel huffed, but his lips were curving upwards lightly when he gently pulled me past the couch before turning me around, his warm hands pressing onto my shoulders and beginning to push me towards the door, switching off the lamp in passing.

“You know you don't actually have to walk me, right?” Tipping my head back and resting it against his chest, only because it suddenly felt as heavy as my eyelids, I blinked up at Azriel, and one corner of his lips rose as he looked down at me, his face even upside down the most beautiful thing in the world.

“And risk you just turning around and sneaking back?”

I grumbled softly before forcing my head away from his chest, and Azriel opened the door to the bathroom, gently guiding me over the threshold and turning on the lights. Breathing out, I rubbed my eyes and trudged over to the sink, Azriel's hands slipping off my shoulders. My heart skipped softly when he stepped into the bathroom as well, closing the door.

“You don't have to stay, you know.” I sent him a soft, teasing smile as I sluggishly reached for my cleansing milk, and Azriel moved past me, his arm brushing against my back before he plopped onto the closed toilet lid and leaned back until he was slouched against the wall.

“I know.”

I stared at him in the mirror for a second, and something started gently fluttering against my ribs when he just stared back, sleepy and calm.

Breathing out, I started my evening routine, my movements slightly sluggish from tiredness, my eyes drooping a little. I could feel Azriel's gaze, never leaving me as I cleansed my face and put on toner and cremes. He didn't even look away when my eyes caught his in the mirror, just staring back, quiet and clearly tired, causing my heart to skip gently.

Taking my toothbrush and the toothpaste, I raised my head when I heard the rustle of clothes, and Azriel got to his feet.

Something tightened a little in my chest. The next second, I cursed myself for it; because the poor guy was up at 2 in the morning because of me and I felt sad because he had decided that he had seen enough to know that I was almost falling asleep on my feet and that he didn't have to worry about me going back to work instead of going to sleep –

My eyes darted up when fingers brushed over my hair, and my heart stumbled, staggering at the sight in the mirror of Azriel right behind me, so close his chest was almost pressing against my shoulders, towering over me and looking so beautifully soft in the warm light that I almost missed him reaching for my brush.

My breath hitched.

“Az, you don't –“

“If you keep going at this pace, we'll still be here by the time the sun comes up,”, Azriel mumbled, but there was no heat behind his words, his lips curved far enough for the hint of a crease to form in his cheek when he carefully pulled the ties out of my braids. “Just brush your teeth. I got you.”

I stared at him, stared as something rose in my chest and I felt pressure behind my eyes, my breath faltering.

Suddenly I felt the urge to burst into tears.

Somehow, I tore my gaze away from Azriel's face, trying to swallow against the tightness in my throat and dropping my head as he started to carefully undo my braids. His fingers ran through my hair, gently untangling any formed knots, and I had to keep myself from squeezing my eyes shut.

By the time I finished brushing my teeth, Azriel had combed through my hair, mumbling soft apologies whenever the brush was tugging at a knot. Leaning past me to place it back on the shelf, my heart staggering when his chest pressed against my back and I could feel the warmth of his body seeping through his hoodie, he straightened back up, gently plucking at a strand of hair falling onto my shoulder.

“Ready?”, he mumbled, his voice quiet, and I nodded, because I was sure my own would break if I tried to reply.

Azriel took a step back, and I turned around, moving past him. He followed me as I dragged myself down the hall and into my room. The curtains were already drawn, and my bed looked so inviting and comforting that I just stripped out of my joggers, leaving them on the floor where I had stepped out of them before plopping onto the mattress.

There was a soft, deep chuckle, and my blanket was tugged out from under me, thrown over my body. My heart staggered gently, and when I laboriously turned around, eyes already beginning to close like they had just waited for this, Azriel crouched down next to my bed, tucking the blanket around my shoulders as I snuggled into my pillow, cracking open one eye to stare at him tiredly.

“Thank you,”, I whispered softly, and one corner of Azriel's lips rose, his eyes twinkling softly in the half light coming from the hall. Then he reached out, and something stuttered in my chest when he gently pulled the hood of my sweatshirt out from where it was half tucked under the blanket, easing the strain on my throat. He carefully straightened it, then he pulled his hand back, and his thumb brushed over my cheek.

“Do I have to stay here and make sure you're not jumping out of bed in ten minutes because you had an idea?”

My breath hitched, and I blamed it on being tired and without a filter and him just being too beautiful that I mumbled: “Yes.”

For a second, I expected Azriel to chuckle and wish me a good night, to get up and leave. Maybe I even wished for it, because what on earth had I been thinking –

Azriel's eyes dragged over mine. Then he blinked and gently nudged my side. “Scoot.”

I stared at him, stared as my heart suddenly thumped against my ribs. But Azriel just pushed himself to his feet and moved over to the door, closing it carefully. Then his dark shape returned to the bed, and feeling my breath hitch, I shuffled back, something beginning to rise and flutter violently in my chest as I made space. A second later, the mattress dipped as Azriel sat down and tugged up my blanket to move under it. I held onto it so it wouldn't slip away from me when he turned to lay down on his side, breathing out comfortably, and his warmth washed over me, mixed with a wave of his cologne as I could feel his body settle only inches away from mine, big and warm and solid and causing my heart to tremble in my chest. Then it stopped.

Simply stilled in my chest when Azriel slid an arm around my waist and tugged me forward until we were chest to chest, legs pressed together and his hand slipping up my back so he could wrap his arm around me and tuck me into his chest.

I dug my fingers into the soft material of his hoodie, his scent filling my lungs as I tried to keep my breathing even and my sleepmuddled mind could only focus on him. Him and his solid chest and delicious scent and even breathing and heavy arm draped over me, and something fluttered in my chest as warmth washed over me and all the tension melted out of my body. My shoulders sagged, hunching forward into his chest, and my fingers uncurled, arms relaxing as my hand slipped over his chest until it rested over his heart and I buried myself in his chest.

Breathing out, I felt my eyes slowly drop close, and Azriel's thumb started to steadily brush over my back. His nose nudged against the top of my head, then he mumbled, his quiet voice rumbling in the silent room: “Why's your mattress so fucking comfy?”

“Rhys bought a new one before I moved in.” My lips barely moved with my soft muttered words, my eyes already closed as I could feel sleep slowly take over my body. “Maybe he just likes me better.”

Azriel gently flicked the back of my head, and I smiled into his hoodie, slow and wide as something skipped against my ribs, and I thought I could feel Azriel's lips curve. Then he rested his chin on my head, drawing me closer, and sleep washed over me, gently pulling me away.

#this practically wrote itself after the last few days lol #azriel #az #azriel x reader #azriel drabble #azriel imagine #azriel x female!reader #azriel/reader #az x reader #az imagine #az/reader #acotar x reader #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acotar drabble #drabble #modern au #lalacliffthorne

[onboardsorasora]

Not sure if I like it, but this not about me😅 so here we are Tennis AU;

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 5

Part 4!

Daniel collapsed onto his back, star fishing on the court in the shade. His white shorts rode up to show off his pulsing sweaty thighs. His leg hairs were pressed down and slick. His tattoos glistened.

He'd been running drills for too long, if you asked Micheal (don't), he'd say it wasn't long enough. They'd been at it all day, running through their program steadily.

His phone went off in his duffle.

"Is that the power rangers theme?" Micheal paused and raised a brow.

"Kim Possible actually, rude." Daniel pointed his racquet limply in Michael's general direction.

"They're the same tone." Blake called out, chin tucked to his chest, typing away on his phone in the shade. "Doesn't explain why you've gone back to it though."

"It's Max's tone." Daniel was grinning, all teeth. "When my phone's like off silent anyway."

"We allow you on one extracurricular and you come back with a boyfriend." Michael teased throwing a tennis ball at him.

"hey!" Daniel cried out and shifted his hips, turning onto his side to avoid it. Micheal threw another and Daniel lifted the racquet to lob it away with a cheer.

The phone went off again and Daniel scrambled up to get it but was blocked by a new barrage from Michael. He ran off laughingly in the opposite direction to 'safety'.

"Nope." Micheal popped the p with his lips, a cheeky grin present. "We're not done yet, you can check your sexts after."

Daniel whined, pouting his lips and batting his eyes at his trainer.

"Save the pretty eyes for Max, now on mark let's go asshole."

"you can send him a pic of your legs after." Blake looked up quickly with a smirk before going back to his phone.

Daniel grumbled but prepared himself for work anyway. The quicker he got through this, the quicker he could see what Max sent him.

They'd been texting since the night of the beach party. They had spent the rest of the afternoon together, chatting away at a table mostly in their own world.

Max had introduced him to a few people on his team and a couple other drivers who had passed through. It was a great time getting to know Max the man outside of the paddock and around people he felt comfortable with. He was very funny, he made Daniel laugh breathlessly the whole afternoon. They bantered relentlessly, creating and extending jokes about everything.

That was two days ago, Max had escorted him back to the flat he and his team were renting and they exchanged numbers. Daniel kissed him at the door and ducked into the apartment quickly to hide his blush. Not the suavest move, but Max made his brain stop working.

Since then, they've been texting when Daniel wasn't getting his ass kicked by his best friend slash trainer. Max appreciated his training camp and he tried to avoid texting during the day knowing Daniel was busy and needed to focus.

They had dinner plans tonight, so realistically the texts could have been confirming their date or rain checking.

That thought stopped him suddenly and he missed an easy volley.

"Focus DR!" Micheal called, calmly sending over another ball. Daniel shook his head physically to dislodge the thought. He'd think of it all after.

They went on until he was gasping for breath, only stopping after Daniel declared a strike, demanded a union and then plopped himself bodily beside Blake who grimaced. He barely dodged the impending wet hug.

Daniel grasped for his phone, swiping away all the calendar notifications and social media messages to find the one he wanted. He was single minded, completely ignoring the freeze pop electrolyte drink that Michael chucked at him. It bounced off of his sweaty face.

He opened the text thread from Max;

Max V 🥵

Are we still on for 8?

Oops, sorry. Tell Michael not to be mean.

"Max says not to be mean to me Mikey, he's a world champ, you should listen to him." Daniel called out, grinning in delight. Micheal snorted a laugh. Daniel texted back

8 is still good for me. Mike's being evil as always. I swear he gets off on suffering😢

Daniel tore open the freeze pop with his teeth and sucked greedily at the cold drink. His phone went off again in his hands.

Max V 🥵

Poor thing. I'll have to take care of you then, I'll pick you up at 7:30.

Daniel tried to ignore the flutter in his chest at the thought of Max taking care of him.

Gonna show me a good time? 👀

Max V 🥵

Do you want to sleep over?

Daniel barely managed to keep from choking, the empty freeze pop plastic feel out of his mouth. He looked around swiftly and shifted in his seat, suddenly full of energy. He could feel his heart thudding in his chest now, a thrumming in his veins that wasn't there before.

He tilted his phone away from Blake's potential gaze, completely regretting sitting so close now. He bit his lip, unable to pinch his grin.

I'd love to.

#tennis!dan #maxiel #danny ric #dr3 #max/daniel #tennis player!dan #drabble practice #au drabble #drabble #procrastination drabble

[collectivecloseness]

(Nsfw) ok but do u have a hc at all on who’s better at going down on a lady, Steve Harrington or Eddie Munson?

Okay but I absolutely do for sure and I have thought this for the longest time.

(Cw: 18+)

Steve I think didn’t even know that was a thing at first, back in his king Steve days. He was all about missionary, or blowjobs, or other more common stuff he’d hear about, not that he was a selfish lover or anything. Sure he’d touch girls down there, of course he would, but the clit? Who knows where that is, he’d trust they’ll say/moan something if he finds it. Not to say he doesn’t learn though.

Absolutely not. As Steve becomes a better person, but also gains more experience, he hears about this for the first time and he wants the girls he’s with to feel happy and enjoy it and make sure they cum as well (not faking it which he’s trying to distinguish for sure now) but at least feeling safe and enjoying it. It is important to him that his partners are enjoying everything just as much as he is, even very early on before he’d learned more. As long as they’re happy, satisfied, and safe, Steve can end it happy as well.

But Steve’s knowledge comes in at a pretty normal time for a guy in Hawkins in the 80’s, and he’s definitely a lot a lot more willing to try it. Firstly asking a girl he trusts how to do it, then he found a book he could get without anyone recognising him, to read and keep hidden deep under his bed. As well as as time goes on, checking out some more tapes from the back adults only section of Family Video, so he can check what it’s ‘supposed’ to be like from other angles, not just when he’s looking up buried between thighs.

So at first, probably until he gets a long term partner who will work him though it, rather than a quick hookup, which they at least leave highly satisfied from and will tell other girls considering a date with the previous king of Hawkins High that it’s definitely worth a shot, at first Steve’s techniques are more just that; techniques. Things he’s read about and heard, like tongue here there diagonal short then fast, or the alphabet method, or following step by step something from his book that could be misconstrued as a ddr pattern or something.

Mostly Steve’s very focused on doing it right, and that is for the pleasure of his partners. But he does have to be taught by a girl he trusts where the clit exactly is at first, or more so, how to know if he’s touching it correctly. Shocked that it ranges from about 60-80% of sex without using the clitoris doesn’t end in orgasm for girls (although in Steve’s defence, that stat is much much lower with him, again, an unselfish lover even in the beginning, and also, he’s still Steve Harrington). He’s still a bit flustered trying to figure things out without being gentlemanly vague, but Steve really does care about your experience a lot.

And if you’re his partner, damn. Steve becomes such a good boy trying to ask you every single time he’s down there if what he’s doing is right, if you’re still okay, if he should change up, if he’s hurting you, if you finished, if you can handle round four - because holy shit girls can handle a lot more than even big boy Steve Harrington thought. He’s genuinely very considerate and sweet, caring a lot about your experience, and he will shut up and just get on with it and try and listen to your body, because he doesn’t want to stop if you’re feeling good; you go through some ideas with him, like thigh tapping signals.

But Steve will totter to you and ask you with his hand out if you two can go practice again, pretty please?

Steve may not have been the best student in high school, but he definitely wants to do some research in this field, and he is more than happy to perform some experiments. It’s called growing <3. He won’t ask you too much, and he won’t bother you with it, but he will come ask you in very sweet ways, like laying his head on your lap, or getting on his knees, or sucking into your neck just the same way he does your cunt. Or if you two are beginning to have sex, he’ll ask if you’d like him to do that first. And then he might want to do it afterwards as well. Especially if you would like to go for another round (Steve is not a one and done guy). Again, he’s learning all about the female body and experience so much :)

Steve is also... big. So it definitely does help, if he’s getting on his knees or tummy before you two make love <3. Although to be honest, not that you need it much anyway considering Steve gets you wet so easily. You remember Steve playing with your hair and whispering sweet nothings to you, before making out for a while, when you two decided to go to the bedroom. And when Steve undressed you, like a gentleman, and went to add more foreplay, and saw how soaked you were, he actually fucking laughed, like an adorable loving dork, and said out loud “Wow.” To be honest, it only helped you want him more.

Then again Steve eating you out after he’s cum in you slightly works against his breeding kink, although it’s not too much of an issue because Steve still throughly enjoys it. He also likes being able to be a little messy and dirty and free with you, and he also likes cleaning you up and helping you out once again, it works in so many ways to be honest. Not to mention the obvious, Steve likes going down on you, he wants to do it again, and also doing so after you two had made love was kinda hot. One time he had tears in his sweet brown eyes while licking out his cum, which took a minute to get to because Steve had fucked it deep in you, but when you promised he could fill you up again after he finished cleaning you up here, because he’d been so lovely today, you swear you saw his heart burst, just from the sparkles in his caramel eyes.

You’re definitely expanding Steve to lots of new intimate and interesting things to do with sex. Not that he was boring beforehand, but he didn’t want to risk going with something he wasn’t sure if he wasn’t good at, and he didn’t really get into another relationship until you, or really trust the other enough to be vulnerable and think within himself about his own explorations. He didn’t really think or get to physically explore about himself too much until you really. And you definitely helped him feel more open to do some introspection on himself, even at some surface level stuff to do with vulnerabilities and sex/love making things.

Steve does however figure this out very early days, probably with Nancy because he did love her, but it’s not something he really let himself indulge in or mind wonder about, until you. And that’s the fact he loves sucking on some boobies <3. Actually makes him feel incredibly calm and happy and like he can just shut down from being big protector Harrington, and just be Stevie in love and being taken care of, by taking care of.

Absolutely loves just settling his head down and softly holding you and mouthing around your boobs with the comfort of knowing that’s all he’s got to do right now, and it’s making you happy too. So to realise he can suck on something else of yours? That tastes of you even more, and makes you extremely happy too? Steve can bob those lovely cheeks around three different things and not accidentally overstimulate you, and really let his mind soften into loving and affectionate time with you, his love <333

Steve is a good guy and he is learning a lot. Happily doing so, he wants to be a good enough person for you, but also, hell yeah Steve Harrington is loving this too! Why don’t all guys like eating out their girlfriends?

Eddie is bouncing off all four walls if he doesn’t eat pussy soon.

Actually one of the first things he wants to do sexually. Yeah the first time he has sex he’s trying not to cream his pants but he’s also so desperate to please. But also to taste... to experience all that loveliness. The first time he does it it’s not only to please, but to try and prove he’s good, he likes them, to try and make himself good enough so they don’t leave, but he very quickly realises they all will. Well until you that is. Although Eddie Munson does go through a little bit of a slutty era before that - I mean, he was doomed by having that slutty, slutty waist.

After the first girl or two it’s mostly about pleasing his lovely lady acquaintances. But also a little bit of pride knowing their jock boy toys will never be as good as him, and those girls will know it, and never be able to feel the same with them after. He hopes it frees his good old friends, get them some real partners. And yeah, to give them one hell of a lifetime ride.

The all encompassing warmth and smell and taste and sounds and feel of you is something Eddie craves constantly. It’s like his safe place. That and it really helps with his oral fixation. And the man is obsessed. He will not be leaving you for hours. He’s biting all up your arm, big chomps over and over, beforehand, licking at you randomly, pretending he’s so sweet to kiss your cheek but actually poking it with the tip of his tongue. These aren’t even always precursors to Eddie’s meal of the day, he is just like that.

He wants to bury himself there and breathe you only. Why should Eddie care about o2 or whatever that bitches name is, they didn’t help him pass chemistry. The only chemistry Eddie cares about is between you and him... You push his face away in retaliation at that awful flirting. But Eddie is pouncing right back, laugh roaring, and biting down over your pelvis, which gets you to push him away again, this time with a laughing shriek. He’s just eager, he won’t bite where it hurts, but like, if you’re gonna be running your hands through his hair as you’re calling his name, he’s going to surprise lick your fingers occasionally. Or bite. Maybe suck on something a little. Your thighs and boobs are constantly getting apology smooches for Eddie being very bad and biting down on them.

He wants to live smothered in your love for him, the physical show all around him that you love him right now and are not leaving and he’s making you feel good in this moment, but also it’s you, encompassing him. Everything about you is safety and security and love for him. It’s another reason Eddie will absolutely bury his face in your boobies too </3

And when you finally let him indulge his oral fixation down there, three hours later - with breaks and water and checking in on you in between - his arms are wrapped around your thighs and he’s scooching forwards as you pull your legs, and therefore him, up the bed, with the biggest and ‘wettest’ pout on his face, begging you he just needs to be in there for a little more time. Please say you can go another round? He’s desperate. He’ll do anything baby, he just wants to worship you some more.

Eddie sometimes headbutts face first into your boobs and swears he will starve without tasting your pretty pussy. You’re more worried he’s going to fucking drown.

Eddie will happily get smothered to death though if it means drinking everything up. One of the only times you saw Eddie frown in bed (or anywhere you two were fucking) was when you were sitting on his face, and kept pulling back because you were worried you would hurt him. Eddie was stubbornly telling you that he could take it, you were fine, and you were wrong; and you swear he was going to use your body as an unwilling weapon to kill himself, because he was pulling you back down on his face so determinedly, you weren’t sure you could move from his grip pulling you down if you even wanted - you definitely did not want. Not when it was Eddie fucking Munson whose face you were riding.

Another excellent point in his favour, Eddie is wild. Very passionate. Extremely intuitive and very well versed/knowledgable. So he’s a god at eating out.

Changes up nearly every single time because he knows how to go with the flow and read you so well. It’s not just experience or anything Eddie is very well tuned to what you like and don’t, and he can pick up on you easily. Eating out just comes so so naturally to him it’s insane. And the fact he just goes ballistic down on you, absolutely feral for you, makes things even more sensational. He’ll eat you out in every which way possible. Staring up at you with those big fucking dark brown eyes. Those pretty thick lips glistening and swollen.

And when looking into his deep doe eyes is what makes you finally cum over his tongue, Eddie is chuckling breathily in that sweet voice into your cunt, and you’re cumming harder. The noises he makes too, little hums he doesn’t even know he’s sounding, he’s just enjoying himself that much, the sloppy eager sounds as he laps and sucks and kisses and eats at you, and then the fucking moans and swears and whines and groans and whimpers, and all the sweet suave words he tells you each time. When they’re sounded while his mouth is around you, the vibrations make you go crazy, something Eddie absolutely knows.

One time he winked to you after his laugh into your crotch made your eyes roll into your skull, and when he sweetly batted his eyelashes into your sensitive nipped thighs, just to make you feel even more, he really got his hair knotted into, and tugged further into your ‘embrace’.

Eddie will use any part of his face, ride his nose, or he’ll nuzzle it, tickling your thighs or belly with his eyelashes, scraping his teeth down them, using his lips to kiss and suck and mouth and vibrate on you, not to mention whatever ungodly power was given to Eddie’s tongue. Holy fuck Eddie’s tongue must have been blessed or something. His whole face is rubbing against you, he’s utilising it all, and Eddie wants his face covered in your cum, to the point it’s streaming down his neck and dripping onto his chest tattoo <3

And he’ll leave sessions having not had you take care of him once, all he wanted to do was go down on you. Get that taste, and make you feel so good. It makes him feel good too, even if not in that way, it just really does. Sometimes eating you out for a while is really all Eddie wants. Either for as long as he can get, or even a quick session before one of you has to go. He once joked that even with his life, it was the only addiction he has. Although you swear you watch him go through withdrawal. You’d say kinda regularly actually, but you two are going at it enough it doesn’t get to be too much of a problem <3.

It surprised you a little when you first dated him, that sometimes Eddie would ask you if you two could do that, and then that’s all that’d happen, unless you initiated further. When Eddie said that that shouldn’t be surprising, goddamn he did make you fall for him even more. You tell him he has a blessed tongue in many ways, although Eddie is very aware of that.

Sometimes sure he’ll rub one or multiple out under you, or buck against his mattress as he does so. One time even using your leg, because you were stood at the bathroom sink and he just had to have a taste of you before he could sleep. Trust me, eating you out is well more than enough to get Eddie Munson off. Sometimes all Eddie is focused on is pussy and he’s absolutely enjoying himself extremely, being touched himself or not. After all, he is getting to do one of his favourite all time things with you.

#Steve Harrington/reader #Eddie Munson/reader #citrussy #Steve Harrington #Eddie Munson #Steve Harrington hears about the Konami code and goes is the cllit the b button or a? #so in conclusion eddie is not only a natural but a god of this but Steve is trying his best and genuinely learning each and each time which #just means you’ve gotta practice even more :)) and he is very on target abt making sure you’re well looked after <33 #but I could actually go on forever with thoughts abt these two and this I will never stop having thoughts on this #Steve Harrington thoughts #Steve Harrington drabble #Eddie Munson drabble #Eddie Munson thoughts #Steve Harrington x reader #Eddie Munson x reader #eddie munson hcs #Steve Harrington hcs #stranger things #anon #ask

[caffeinewitchcraft]

“It’s the start of Nanowrimo,” the writer said.

The character looked up from their phone for a moment. They wiggled their socked feet hanging off the edge of the couch. “So?”

“So get up, get dressed, get out there,” the writer said. They reached over the back of the couch and plucked the phone from the character’s grip. They frowned. “Are you texting your rival?”

“Not my rival until you set the circumstances,” the character said. They brought their arms over their head in a stretch. “Until then they’re just hot.”

The writer couldn’t deny it. The rival was very hot. “I need you to get up for me to set the circumstances.”

The character grinned. “You didn’t do any Nano prep, did you?”

They did not.

“I just need you to sort of stand next to them,” the writer said defensively. “It’ll come to me then.”

“Sure, sure,” the character said in a sing-song voice. They slunk towards the door. “Maybe it won’t be enough for me to stand next to them. Maybe I’ll need to hold their hand to inspire you.”

The writer swallowed. “I’m sure that won’t be necessary—“

“Maybe we should kiss.”

“No, that’s—“

“Be right back,” the character called, disappearing down the hall. “Gonna go kiss my hot rival!”

“No!” The writer booked it after them. “No, no kissing!”

The character laughed.

#drabble #nanowrimo #nano 2022 #I’m practicing past tense today #I never write past tense anymore

[drabbles-of-writing]

People liked the Golden Guard memes so you know what. I have an addiction to making memes. I made more

I know they all adored Flapjack. I also know they are giving him lots of treats and pets in the ghost realm I’ve decided

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#the owl house #toh #toh memes #memes #golden guards #previous golden guards #caleb wittebane #philip wittebane #belos #emperor belos #ghost caleb wittebane #flapjack #drabble post #also 'the living guard' is a previous guard who was alive #he is not anymore. teleportation is annoying sometimes <3 #morally in modern times caleb would oppose drgs and be like an embodiment of DARE programs #however hes from the 17th century and in those times they practiced bloodletting #those guys had like opium and mercury as a slap-on cure #you could hand caleb LSD and he'd take it just to see what would happen #he opposes drus now because he fears he'll spontaneously see shapes and colors again by touching it #except for special occasions where a guard will just silent offer him weed and he proceeds to take the biggest drag you ever did see #its one of those days yk #i didnt mean to make this whole thing about caleb doing ghost drugs uh

[fbfh]

omg i love painting my nails but i always end up chiping them because of ✨️ anxiety ✨️

RODRICK THINKS THAT'S THE CUTEST FUCKING THING EVER. There's tons of girls at your school with perfect manicures, but he likes the way yours chip as you use your hands, as you play his drums and help him study and pick at them. It looks more organic. It's like a comfy worn in pair of jeans, and he thinks it makes your hands look so pretty. plus it's an easy way for him to moniter how bad your anxiety has been recently. If you call him instead of texting because your nails are drying and by the end of the next day they're almost bare again, he knows to stay extra close to you. He knows to send you playlists and extra I love you texts throughout the day. He drives a little slower when you go places in his van and parks a little more carefully, and if you even look like you might want to talk, he's already so down. He'll blast your favorite album in an empty parking lot so you know no one can possibly overhear you, and lets you spill your guts. He'll hug you if you want, or kiss you, or just be a shoulder to cry on (literally and figuratively) and if you have any breathing exercises or coping strategies, he knows them like the back of his hand. He's always down to repeat affirmations to you and hype you up and ask what would Billie Joe Armstrong or Gerard Way do. He kisses the back of your hand while you drive and lets you pick the music and keeps the seat pushed all the way up for you, he'll stay up late texting you, even wake up from a dead sleep bc he has your ringtone and text tone set to the loudest one, just in case you need him. He knows people think he's a loser or a screw up, but the two things he's never going to half ass are music and being there for you. in spite of what people might think, he's a really good fucking boyfriend.

#tumblr user lee says things #rodrick heffley #rodrick heffley x reader #rodrick heffley drabbles #rodrick #rodrick x reader #rodrick drabbles #diary of a wimpy kid x reader #diary of a wimpy kid #diary of a wimpy kid drabbles #also my spelling is way worse than usual bc i havent been as productive writing this week (which is fine) but as a consequence #I haven't had as much practice typing and reading and spelling so now my dyslexia is showing lmfao #/lh #i'll be back to rights soon yk #but if there's more typos than usual it's not my fault /hj

[taurus-caeli]

This Novel...Isn't Doing Well (A SAGAU drabble)

“Why isn’t my latest series selling well? You’d think my audience would give it a chance after reading Onibudou…!”

You took a sip of rainbow aster. “It’s because it’s unfamiliar. The market sells what’s currently popular. Those that go off the beaten path will face more trials compared to the rest.”

“...I’m sorry Your Grace, but you lost me after ‘trials’.”

“My point is: It’ll be generally difficult to sell an original creation if the audience isn’t familiar with them. So you have to slowly introduce them first until the audience does!”

“After this, I’ll help you with that part.”

#sagau #sagau drabble #genshin drabble #genshin imagines #genshin impact fanfic #genshin drabbles #creator au sagau #implied if you know where to look #how do i articulate this but #i wanted to try something new #which was the purpose of the drabble #from one's observations original creations don't stick until #one draws them and figuratively plasters them everywhere #like i'm talking nigh hyperfixation type stuff #why did I make this again the instructions were unclear #oh well imo this is practice and more practice is good #apologies for rambling i didn't realize I had a lot to say #in any case take care #and don't forget to drink water

[proud0ptimistichater]

I’ve been caving for a minute and I just have to share

CW —this pertains towards male reader and everything I write after this will, female reader can interact but I will never be writing anything for fem.

Imagine you’re at a college party and you’re hanging out with your best buddy Kuroo, always helping you when you need it, introducing you to fun stuff blah blah blah..

You’re not as sociable as him so going out to big parties like that is in your opinion very awkward because you never know what to do..

so you sit down somewhere, maybe have a few drinks to cohere with everyone. but you drink a little too much though and you have no sense of direction whatsoever.

and pervert-y kuroo who's js watching you become more and more frisky and empty minded is getting off to you. The way you move, look, act— you’re just the perfect candidate of being taken advantage of.

He takes advantage of the moment.. taking you to a room so he can “you settle down and get your thoughts in place" n' that he’s just looking out for you because you're just so drunk and “he's never seen you like this before”. he's just tryna take care of you, right?

But instead of helping you sober up n' calm down, he pulls out his camera and starts undressing you, camera shining in your face because he wants to use it as fap material afterwards 🤞🏾..

N E WAYSS.. yeah, he’s just doing foreplay w u atp, telling you to open your mouth like a “good boy” so he can shove his fingers inside and watch you look down n' embarrassment as you slobber all over his fingers like a lil puppy.

MAHAIWJQSJW THIS WOULD BE BETTER IF IT WAS LIKE READER WAS W HIMBO TOO!!

(I don’t wanna overuse the himbo prompt but it’s just soo good YUMYUNYYUM!!)

him teaching himbo reader how to “turn girls on” n' “kiss them correctly" but instead just using it to use the poor dummy like a flesh light..

THE VOICESSSS

one more thing but imagine him (or bokuto ESPECIALLY)) doin’ back shots after a retwist bcuz they just think you're such a pretty n' beautiful n' cute boy ( ´ ▽ ` )

#I really tried my best overall to summarize n' explain what I was thinkin'. #I’m so sorry if it isn't the best 😭 I also used this as practice for my writing so I can try and get back into it. #I feel like with the right writer this would be amazing. #also I didn't forget about gojo.. DADDY'S HOMRRE ;;)))) #haikyuu x male reader #anime x reader #Male reader #anime x male reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x poc reader #haikyuu x reader #kuroo x reader #kuroo x male reader #kuroo tetsuro x you #kuroo testuro #kuroo testuro x male reader #drabble

[bingoboingobongo]

omg i am in love with your writing ab ghost... would you ever do a fluff ab clingy drunk ghost where he starts off insisting that he can't get drunk and then he just escalates to being all over you ghejirb

alright so honestly i don't see ghost as being the kind of guy to drink enough to get him drunk when he's by himself, but when he's with soap? yeah, completely different story. it's not that he's more comfortable around soap or anything, it's just that he gets a rise out of beating soap in competitions.

here's how i see it. you guys have just completed a long ass mission, weeks of stress and labor are finally over so of course, you guys get drinks to celebrate. now i see soap as the kind of drunk who only wants to get more drunk, so once he's had a few drinks he starts going around trying to challenge everyone else to drinking competitions. pretty much everyone says no because the thing about soap is that he's so competitive he'll drink until he drops dead. you say no bc u don't feel like blacking out and because it's ur turn to be designated driver (lord knows that even sober ghost drives like he's drunk), so soap goes to the only person who 1. is more competitive than him and 2. has a shot at out drinking him: ghost.

now, years of working with soap have enlightened ghost to his usual idiocy, so ghost is quick to shut him down, telling him that he "would be fighting a losing battle."

but tipsy soap is persistent as hell, so he keeps bugging and bugging and bugging him. and at this point, ghost is pretty tired and is just waiting to go home, so to get soap to shut up he agrees. and of course, drinking ensues.

the first few rounds are easy, ghost doesn't even flinch as he downs the drinks like they're water. at this point, soap is starting to get intimidated, so he demands that ghost have a few extra drinks to get them on even ground, considering soap was already tipsy when they started. you and the rest of the team watch with awe (and horror) as ghost swallows down the drinks like they're nothing, and if you're being honest, you're really excited to see how this turns out. i mean, for one, when ghost drinks he flips up the bottom of his balaclava, exposing his chin and his lips. it's always exciting to watch ghost take off his mask, even if it's just part of his face, and secondly, the way he shoots you a glance as he drinks, his eyes dark and enticing, his adam's apple bobbing with each swallow, the smallest drop of lost alcohol that drips down his chin -- which he's quick to wipe away -- it sends a swarm of butterflies into your stomach. plus, you've never actually seen ghost drink this much, usually the most he'll have is a couple of beers or a few glasses of bourbon, so you're curious to see just how much of a tolerance he has.

the answer? a crazy high one. the two are at it for what feels like hours, and there's no clear effect on ghost. meanwhile, soap can barely walk straight and is on the verge of puking at any given moment. at this point everyone is trying to get soap to give up. price tried telling soap that there was no shame in tapping out, and when that failed, he tried threatening soap with extra chores. of course this does nothing, and soap only tells price to "fuck off" because he's not his dad. at one point, gaz tried physically pulling soap away, to which soap promptly tried (and failed) to hit him in the face. even you tried to get soap to stop, although you'll admit you didn't try very hard, like i said, you're very excited to see how this plays out.

after a certain point, soap's pretty much blackout drunk. he's barely hanging on but his pride won't let him let go, much to the annoyance of ghost and the others. and so, in a final finishing move, ghost asks the bartender for a bottle of whiskey, which -- to soap's despair and the rest of the team's horror -- he finishes in seconds.

for a while, everyone is silent, and then soap just busts into tears. he knows it's over, ghost knows it's over, everyone else knows it's over. i mean, you guys just watched ghost down the equivalent of sixteen shots of whiskey like it was nothing. by now, you're starting to wonder if you need to get 911 on speed dial because there's no way ghost doesn't die from alcohol poisoning.

but to your disbelief, ghost's fine. or so you thought. after his defeat of soap, ghost made his way over to your seat for a chat. not that you were complaining, you were curious to see just how incomprehensible ghost's speech would be, but to your surprise he's speaking great. his speech is clear and you suspect the alcohol's loosened him up a little, because he's talking and cracking jokes a lot more. if you're being honest, you really like this new, laid-back ghost who's not so worried about maintaining his stony exterior; this new ghost that's wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you into him, even though he never would have showed that kind of public affection to you in front of the team when he was sober. and it's not that he doesn't like you or he isn't proud of you, it's the complete opposite. he's absolutely bursting with pride that you decided to date him, but he's just always been wary about displaying his love for you in public. after all, you never know what kind of shady people are lurking around in bars, looking for ways to hurt him, or even worse, you.

but when his brain is muddled with alcohol, all that paranoia goes away and ghost is more than happy to be all over you. first it's just one hand around your waist, but then when you get up to order another iced water for soap he's tugging at your shirt and holding your wrists so you can't leave him, and when you tell him that you'll be back in less than a minute, he's standing up and chasing after you and wrapping his arms around you in a hug as you talk to the bartender. he's burying his face in the crook of your neck and telling you it's because all the alcohol is giving him a headache when really he just wants to smell you; he's running his hands up and down your legs when the rest of the team is looking the other direction; he's trying to mouth at your neck through his balaclava and whining when it doesn't work, causing you to grin and roll your eyes at him as you lift his mask just above his lips to help him. he's trying to whisper sweet nothings against your ear but they don't make sense because the way you smell is so intoxicating he feels like he's getting drunk all over again, but this time he's drunk on you.

and after a while, ghost finally passes out. he's essentially laying on top of you, his head resting on your chest as his back rises and falls with every breath. his arms are wrapped around you, essentially caging you into your seat and he's so heavy you need to call price over to help you pull him off so you can drive everyone home. and when you all arrive back at the base, you slowly nudge ghost awake, taking special note at the way his eyes flutter open slowly. and then he immediately closes his eyes again, digging his head into your chest because this time he actually does have a headache, and so it's up to you to bring him to his room. and the entire time he never ever lets go of his bear hug on you, leaving you to have to awkwardly waddle all the way to his room with him essentially draped over you. and then when he falls onto the bed he drags you down with him, and you try to pull away just for a second so you can change and wash your face, but ghost's got an iron grip on you and so you're stuck in his arms, not that you mind.

#bingoboingobongo.com #ghost #ghost cod #ghost call of duty #ghost fluff #ghost drabble #ghost imagine #ghost x reader #simon riley #simon riley cod #simon riley call of duty #simon riley fluff #simon riley drabble #simon riley imagine #simon riley x reader #anon im calling the cops on you for practicing occult rituals #bc how did you know i will die for the hard man is soft when drunk trope #jkjk ofc #but anon ur mind works wonders frfr #i hope u like this