#!val's drabbles

[br4tphobia]

twinnem!! give me the top three times ony everrrrrr made his girl squirt!! like…….the top 3 most toe curling body jiggling eye rolling times hes made his boo buss it the FUCK open

AAA hey mama twwinnnn !!!! 🤭🤭 — omg its giving squirt contest ???!?!??! (scold me if this isnt to ur liking . 😞😞😞)

minors dni pls 😭

#1 .. your first time, telling him you never squirted 🤷🏾‍♀️

"are you serious.?" his tone is in disbelief, shocked by your words. "yes onyann!" — "You wanna try it? itll feel good, baby." "fuck it, sure.." next thing you know you find yourself exposed infront of your boyfriend, legs held up as he fingers you. “cmon mama.. you got it..” his voice is hushed in your ears, kissing and sucking on your neck. squirming around his fingers roughly abusing your walls, the pad of his thumb brushing on your clit every few flick of his wrist. he was determined to complete his task, nothing else was on his mind. your whimpers n moans are louder by the second, something overwhelming n heavy coming. the feeling of your pussy getting wetter and fluttering around his fingers, your body gets weaker, not being able to hold your legs up like onyan had warned you. slowly lowering your legs, his lips leave yours with his other hand wrapped on your neck, “hold em, baby.” he warns you with a light squeeze. — “f-fuck im sorry papa..!” more and more aching thrusts to your poor pussy that overwhelming feeling approaching you again, knowing what you hopefully thought was gonna happen “papa..papaa!” gripping on his biceps when you finally break. “there you go mama, doesnt that feel good?” cooing in your ear with a couple slaps to your wet cunt blocking your juices splashing on his abdomen a few times. “yes.. oh my god..” “told you.”

#2 ony punishing you for actin out 🤭

“lost that attitude.” his tone is warningly, swiping n typing whatever on his phone. “shut up talkin to me. pissin me the fuck off..” — “bet” you smack your lips with a roll to your eyes. “youre going to do..?” waiting for a response from the man paying no attention to you, all was heard was pure silence which was loud. “just keep that same energy.” meanwhile… “shittt .. im sorry papa!” your voice cracks at his mean pace — “shut that shit up mama.” your head was pushed into the mattress, your pussy aches fro m multiple orgasms in a row but it feels so good, face down your ass up, drool seeping out the corner of your moth, hair being pulled to go deeper in your guts, clawing at the sheets, not being able to do anything but curse n moan while he destroy yo shit. a harsh slap goes to your ass, ripples displaying from constantly being pushed back into his lower abdomen. due to loss of balance you lean off the bed a bit, “aht, where you goin?” — “nowhere baby, oh my godd” whining at his words, regretting your actions. he grabs you by your next to hold you in place, more and more fast, harsh stinging strokes piercing your insides he triggers that one spot. “slow down oya— fuuck!” silent screams leaving you breathless as you gush all over his dick, his pelvis glistening from your liquified orgasm. “mhm~..shit..” stroking you deep to spark more out of you. “might js forgive you for that..but you can give me one more, right?” “wait baby fuck.. shitshitshit” another slap to your ass, cursing n whining at the pleasurable pain. “i asked you a question, answer.” “yes! i can papa..” “thats what i like to hear.”

#3 a lil intimate moment with ony pounding up into you while u ridin 😋

“just like that mama..fuck you ride this dick so good..” moaning n groaning all up in eachothers ear, his hands gripping on you ass with your arms wrapped around his neck. your breasts bouncing beautifully in his face, taking one into his mouth. your nipple leaving the warm wetness soon with the pressure put on your back. his arms wrapped around your waist causing your breath to hitch,, “relax..let papa feel on his pretty girl, yeah?” “mm.. kay.” mumbled through you being lost in the pleasure. onyan tightens his arms around you and starts bucking his hips up, “baby! mphh!” burying your face in the crook of his neck to lower your pornographic sounds, “let me hear you, princess.” the instinct to lift your head up just like he asked took over, your loud moans filling his ears. “papa im gonna—“ cut off my your explosive orgasm. still being fucked through it roughly, dripping onto the silk sheets on the mattress, covering the both of you in your own juices. “makin’ a mess for me?” “m’sorry baby…” , “nono it ain nothing new, so why apologize?” “boy..”

#˗ˏˋ꒰ val you got a message ! 🫂 ꒱ #onyankopon #aot onyankopon #onyankopon x black reader #onyankopon x reader #onyankapon #onyankopon smut #attack on titan #snk smut #aot smut #aot imagines #attack on titan smut #﹕🪽・vals drabbles ! ・✩ #⟢﹒💙﹕mama twin val !

[dont-f-with-moogles]

Valentine’s Day prompt 💝

For Dazai x Reader 🔞: it’s Valentine’s Day & Dazai tells Reader how romantic it would be to die together today & Reader replies “how about we fuck instead?”

A Little Death (Dark Era; aged up/18+; NSFW) Mafia!Dazai x Reader  1706 words Tw: sui ideation, choking

It was a secluded scene, shrouded in silence. No one dared to cross the boundary of the hotel’s grounds; to do so was a privilege only afforded to a select few. Its air of secrecy was such that it rendered the half a dozen armed guards who brooded over the tower like ravens, quite superfluous. Port Mafia territory. For a scarce number, its walls knew their secrets but whispered none. For the rest, it was simply impenetrable. 

The hotel room was neither luxurious nor homely. Thin gauze blinds let in little moonlight. Outside, the starless sky was streaked with storm clouds. Even the fluorescence which defined Yokohama’s horizon and kept the city in artificial daylight did not reach this dark corner of the prefecture. Rain pattered relentlessly, the deluge so intense that entire waves were dashed at the rattling windows. Thin branches scraped against glass. You glanced above your head, half-expecting the flaked plaster to cave in at any moment. 

Quieter than the storm came the clicking of the heating unit. A stale smell lingered about the plain, whitewashed walls. A black suit jacket thrown over a chair. Unfinished business. Sake bottles cluttered the side table. A low electric light. Crumpled bed sheets and the scent of sex. 

You felt too cold to remain in the doorway. Shrugging your coat off, you hung it on a wall-mounted hook beside his. Its belt dripped rainwater onto the matting beside your discarded Louboutins. As you crossed into the room his silhouette came into view. Dazai sat cross legged on the floor, arms in his lap, his back against the end of a double, Western-style bed. He made no sign at your approach. His gestures, or lack of, were as inscrutable as ever. No one had ever sifted the murky depths which submerged his heart. You only knew that he played games. And, if his intention was to set you on edge, then you would just have to make yourself comfortable.

“I know I kept you waiting…”

The bed gave a small creak as you knelt upon it. Removing the tie from your hair, you allowed it to tumble down, sodden and tangled, past your waist. Then, with a sound of relative contentment, you flung yourself on your back and stretched out your legs luxuriously upon the pillows. Dazai was motionless; the back of his head remained against the foot of the bed. Dark, brown tufts stood up, unruly. You let your head hang down beside his so that your rain-flecked skin brushed against his face. His cotton bandage wrapping grazed your cheek. You felt his jaw tighten. Upside down, the cracks in the floor appeared more fragile than the ceiling. Either one could give way at any moment.

A hand reached into your hair. 

“If you remember, you did promise me romance…” Dazai’s tone was as soft as silk. With a turn of his head, the tip of his nose brushed your own. His breath, sweet with sake, clouded you. Threatened to pull you under. Only the initiating thread of conversation and he was already reeling you in.

Slowly his fingers stroked loose strands from your face, until he was cradling the back of your head. There was something so gentle, so loving in the subtle press of his fingertips that you closed your eyes. 

“I know…” Your words bore the weight of remorse, even if you didn’t feel it.

Rain lashed violently at the window. Dazai gathered your damp hair around his fingers, weaving a braid like a coil of rope. Playful. If his patience was worn then the lithe movements of his hands did not suggest it. 

“How beautiful…” he mused to himself, wrapping the twisted knots like a noose around his knuckles. Watchful, you lay still. In the gloom the pale skin of your neck shone silver.

“What is?”

Wet hair tickled your throat.

“...why, the thought of dying with you tonight. What else?”

Dazai’s voice was thick with desire, quite at odds with such a fatalistic notion. The weight of your corded braid was draped across your neck. With a rustling movement, he had risen to his knees.

“...that’s why you came here, after all.” Dazai poured his whisper into your ear. Liquid black. 

Unkempt hair brushed your skin. A pale face; his scars half-hidden beneath wrappings. Dazai’s exposed eye gazed down at you with lust. Its colour was as dark as earth whilst the iris gleamed like molten gold at its centre. His words, his gestures, his games; who could look beyond the endless depths into Dazai’s heart? No; to meet his eye was to stare down into the core of the world itself.

A pull upon the end of your hair; the vine wound itself tighter. You smiled up at him, despite the pink blotches forming on your skin. 

“Actually -” you managed, your breath stuttering, “- what I proposed - was a little death.” 

Your scalp burned where strands were almost yanked from the roots. Ignoring your hold upon his sleeve, Dazai twisted your hair around his fingers. As ever, he wove his little designs only for you to fall, ensnared in his trap. Not that you minded. If you had any intention of survival, then you would never have accepted his invitation here tonight. Easy prey. What was the point in the struggle when Dazai could so easily devour you whole?

Then the twisted cord collapsed. Your chest heaved in the quiet room. The long ribbon of your hair was still gathered in Dazai’s grip. Fiercely, he jerked your head backwards. 

“Is that all you can manage?” Warm breath curled over the shell of your ear. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin of your lobe. Bloodlust rose to the surface.

You let out a shiver of breath, rolling your head back against the covers. Dazai’s shadow fell; rippled down your chest as he leaned over the edge of the bed. His black tie swung loose; draped over your ribcage. With a brush of cool air he drew your collar away. Languorous in his movements, he enjoyed the sight of you like this. His nose grazed your bare shoulder, breath ghosting over your skin. Then - a gentle drop of his lips.

“Find out for yourself, Osamu…” 

Dazai pressed his kiss to the base of your throat like a knife. 

Hands gathered in his hair, you sighed as Dazai trailed slow, hot, open-mouthed kisses down to your jawline. Your legs writhed against the pillows. Purple wounds nicked into your skin; each mark counted and tossed on the mound of his sins. They said that only darkness flowed through his veins. Mafia black. Doomed to love as dangerously as he lived.

Dazai tasted your jaw; lingered over your cheek, his breath coming quicker. Threading his fingers through your own, he drew your arms beneath him. A feather-light touch to the pale skin of your wrists, his fingertips wandered your limbs. A tuft of dark fringe swept your chin as Dazai kissed your lower lip. Thighs clenched together, you gave another airless sigh. Your mouth chased his, body arching beneath his caress. Head turning against his own, you felt his tongue glide over the back of your teeth. 

With a creak of mattress springs, the weight upon the bed shifted. Dazai’s knee sank into the covers beside your head. Bandaged hands smoothed the hem of your dress as his mouth nipped languidly at your bottom lip.  The material was bunched together in his fist, and then he slowly drew it up over your hips. 

You gasped as Dazai broke away from your mouth. Fingertips stroked your upper leg. A thumb dipped into the waistline of your underwear. 

“La petite mort… the brief state of unconsciousness.” Dazai’s breath warmed the inside of your leg. “Only those consumed by death or desire know it…”

With one hook of his finger he had drawn the lace down around your ankles. Teeth grazed your thigh. Your chest rose and fell as he pressed a kiss to your soft, warm skin. Inching closer, closer… until he was right above where you wanted him. Your hands slipped down Dazai’s lower back. Then, the first brush of his tongue. A low moan bled from your throat. His crumpled shirt almost tore under your nails.

Dazai teased, tasted your clit; his subtle toying sent heat flaring. But one taste had provoked a deeper craving within him. Tongue flattened against you, Dazai indulged himself. His grasp upon your legs tightened until his knuckles blanched. The swill of his tongue set your tender flesh aflame. Your mouth dropped open, back curved away from the bed. Beads of sweat broke out over your forehead as you gripped the bedsheets in your fists. All you wanted was to feel his movements inside you.

As Dazai leaned over you, the fabric of his suit brushed your ear. Self-serving, of course he never gave without taking. All that mattered was the price you paid. In this position, he had you exactly where he wanted you. Reaching out, your hand brushed the rigid pleat in his trousers. Hastily, you unclasped his belt; slung down the material; drew him out. With a firm grasp you guided his rock hard cock down to your open mouth. 

Lips closed around him. Tight. With a shudder, his hips thrust forward. Dazai’s bandaged hands lifted your legs, splayed you open to swallow you whole. Fingertips buried themselves in your skin. Oh how he longed to grip them in your hair whilst he rubbed himself against your lips. Your nerves were humming; shivers shot through your limbs like electricity. The first syllable of his name collapsed into a moan which sent vibrations down his cock. He scraped the roof of your mouth over and over, until his rhythm began to stutter.

“Fuck…” you heard him choke. “...fuck… no one else can take me like you do.”

He gripped your legs higher, pulled you to him, drank you down. Insatiable. You were burning alive. Helpless, your body melted on his tongue. With a choked gasp, you clenched your thighs around his neck. 

“...wanna die happy…” Dazai’s voice was weak as he wiped his mouth on the inside of your thigh. “...so let me die between these legs, Beautiful...”

#thanks for your prompt Val! #I wanted to take a break from Levihan #but I'll be back on my bullshit soon dw #some of these lines were used in my Levi drabble #but I originally wrote them with Dazai in mind ;) #so had to honour them here. They were always meant for him <3 #mafia!dazai #bsd dark era #dazai osamu #dazai x reader #dazai x you #dazai x y/n #dazai x fem!reader #bungou stray dogs #bsd #tw choking #tw sui ideation #n.sfw #my writing

[youre-ackermine]

Under the Mistletoe

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Fem!reader

Wordcount: 1360 approx.

Modern AU / SFW / Friends to lovers / Love confession / Fluff

Joining Levi to celebrate New Year's Eve was the best decision you had made in a long time. Life was so boring and dull since your best friend had left for France to study. No more talking over coffee between classes, no more late night studying together at the library, no more banter and silly jokes. And above all, no more movie nights cuddled up on the couch, wrapped together in both a cosy blanket and his comforting scent. You felt lonely and miserable. In short, you missed your best friend sorely.

Of course you caught up on each other’s life during your weekly phone call, but it’s his presence you missed the most. Your heart had skipped a beat when he had called you a few weeks ago, clearing his throat before blurting out the invitation in a hoarse tone. Hanging up, you couldn't help but giggle with eagerness at the idea of ​​seeing him again after months apart.

As the reunion day drew near, you had felt the excitement revealing itself in each of your gestures, in each of your thoughts, your mind racing with the silliest scenarios. Past the first few days, busying yourself buying your ticket, packing your suitcase, choosing the evening dress you’d wear for the party, your mood had changed. You had lost your appetite. You could barely sleep. Nervousness was taking the best of you. You couldn’t wait to go to Paris.

Reuniting with him had thrown you into emotional turmoil. Despite the “Mlle l’Emmerdeuse" sign he was holding as a joke, despite the familiar smirk plastered on his face, the moment you had seen him waiting for you at the airport had made you stop in your tracks, palms sweating and throat tight. Something about the way he looked at you seemed different, something yearning and intense.

Regardless you had thrown yourself in his arms and, as he had pulled you closer to him, you had nuzzled into his neck and taken in his comforting scent, the very scent you had missed so much on countless sleepless nights. Tears of relief had welled up in your eyes and your heart seemed to have swelled in your chest. You had shivered under his touch and clung to him for a while before letting him go as the heat of embarrassment flushed your cheeks.

You could no longer conceal the obvious: you were deeply, hopelessly in love with your best friend.

The hour that followed was nothing more now than a blur of disjointed chatter, clumsy gestures and awkward silence. Levi had dropped you off at your hotel, giving you some time to get ready. You had struggled to calm down, your whole body still reacting to the unexpected realization of your feelings. You couldn’t figure out yet how to behave around him. Seeing your best friend in this new light had left you confused and, to be really honest, a little ashamed.

When he picked you up later to go to the soirée, he looked so good in his black tuxedo that you almost missed the sparkle in his eyes and the startled gasp he had let out when you had reached the bottom of the stairs and crossed the lobby to join him. Your evening gown fitted perfectly, smoothly hugging your curves. The light touches of makeup here and there discreetly highlighted your face. You were breathtaking.

Uneasiness lurked into the confined space of the car as you both remained silent. Levi’s attention was stubbornly focused on the road while you admired the city Christmas lights through the window, thinking about how your silly crush on him would muddy your friendship. Luckily enough, it was a quick drive to your destination and you couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief when you finally got out of the car.

Your first glance at the impressive beauty of this hôtel particulier near the Tour Eiffel left you speechless for a while. Elegant garlands of warm white lights hung on the front wall, bathing the garden in a festive glow. A few candle lanterns lined the stairs, tracing the path up to the front door. Apparently Levi’s new friends were ridiculously rich.

As soon as you stepped inside, heat slapped your face and music filled your ears. The house was soberly decorated, a few shining ornaments and tinsels were placed here and there and a bouquet of mistletoe hung from the ceiling in the hallway. In the main room, people were already dancing under strobe lights. Levi helped you take off your coat and you shrugged the tension off your shoulders as you followed him across the packed room to the buffet. The fancy display of mouth-watering delicacies helped you snap out of your thoughts for good.

Levi introduced you to his group of friends who stood next to the bar on your left, laughing and raising their glasses to the last remnants of the year and the appealing promises of the new one. One of them poured some champagne in a flute for you while another shoved a plate of appetizers under your nose. They did their best to make you feel welcome.

After a few bites of delicious food, Levi, always the life and soul of the party, stuck with his friends while you hit the dance floor. Mingling with the partygoers released most of the tension building between the two of you so far. You felt his eyes linger on you at first but soon you were so absorbed in the music that you forgot about your turmoil for a moment.

And now, after dragging yourself to the bar all sweating and panting but somewhat relaxed, here you were trying your best to talk with his college friends over the deafening music, slipping a few words of French you vaguely remembered here and there into the conversation. You got along pretty well with Levi’s roommates and you would enjoy the party more if your best friend hadn’t left a while ago, vanishing into the crowd.

Around midnight, you couldn’t help but glance around to find him until you felt a warm hand settling on the small of your back.

“Je peux vous la voler un instant?” Levi asked his friends before taking you away.

He slipped his hand into yours and led you through the crowded dance floor, weaving his way out of the room. Feeling the warm skin of his palm against yours, the reassuring squeeze of his fingers, made your heart race faster and a delicious sensation spread through your body, as if you were floating in the air.

He stopped as he reached the hallway and turned to you, taking both of your hands in his and locking eyes with you. Something between worry and determination showed on his face and for a moment you couldn’t help but take in his handsome features, the sharp line of his jaw, the plumpness of his lips.

“I…I have, er…I have something to tell you,” he stammered. “Something, er. Something I want to tell you for a while now, but. You know, er…Shit...You know I'm bad with words, right?” He squeezed your hands on the last word.

You nodded, not sure if you wanted to hear what he was about to say. Your heart sank at the thought that he had realized what you felt for him and wanted to put your relationship to an end because of how disturbing all of this was. But, maybe because of the changes you had noticed in the way Levi looked at you, a teeny, tiny part of you, the one that allowed the butterflies to flutter in your chest, the one that allowed your skin to shiver under his touch, that part couldn’t help but hope.

The hubbub of the party starting the countdown suddenly turned into a blur when Levi leaned in, his face so close to yours that you felt his warm breath on your skin. Your heart pounded in your ears and you finally let the butterflies deliciously flutter in your chest. Leaning even closer, he whispered “je t’aime“ against your lips before kissing you softly.

Your first kiss.

Under the mistletoe.

Requested for my 300 followers event by Suki @suukee @sckerman 🩵

I hope you'll like it!

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A/N: Kissing under the mistletoe is a New Year’s Eve / New Year’s Day custom in France rather than a Christmas custom as in other countries // English is not my usual language

Proofreading @sixpennydame thank you so much my lovely Bestie <333

Translation

Mlle l’Emmerdeuse >>> Miss Annoyance

Hôtel particulier >>> Mansion

Je peux vous la voler un instant? >>> Can I borrow her from you for a sec?

Je t'aime >>> I love you

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Header: @youre-ackermine

Star divider: @saradika-graphics

Fireworks divider: @firefly-graphics

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You can find the event masterlist (in progress) HERE

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[shushposting]

#staticmoth #hazbin valentino #hazbin vox #Vox’s 1950s ass has a bride kink and Val likes fancy lingerie win win #it’s like the 50th anniversary of winning their first turf war #so Vox wanted to get sappy over it #they wine and dine and fuck on a bed covered with rose petal #writing a Drabble to go with

[roosterbruiser]

Now hold on!! What about an iceman blurb! Anything would work honestly

prompt I chose: I love the way your brain works.

"how's it going?" Ice asks from his spot on the sofa, glancing over at you on the loveseat. you're hunched over, eyes narrowed in concentration, lips tucked between your teeth. "don't hurt yourself."

"I'll bite you," you warn absently, not glancing up at him.

he smirks, just about to quip something witty back, when you drop your voice a few octaves and mock him, "I should be so lucky."

"trying to say I'm getting predictable or something, slugger?"

"love it when you talk baseball to me," you mutter, still not looking away from your deformed chain. "gets me real hot and bothered."

he can't wipe that grin off his face--that broad one that only you can stick on his lips for more than a few fleeting minutes.

your fingers are tangled in yarn, as are your forearms somehow, and you can't quite figure out how yarning over works or what the fuck chaining one even means. your concoction doesn't look great--hardly looks good, even--but it's much better than when you first started.

Ice knows that you're dedicated like this. you'll spend your day off picking up a new hobby and obsessively restart it until it begins to resemble something remotely successful. he admires it, really, how stubborn you are about it.

since this is a rare day off for him, too, he spent it doing the things he enjoys but hardly gets to do. he went for a run, grabbed decent coffee from the local roasterie, grilled steak for dinner. and now he's watching an old baseball game--except he's moreso been watching you diligently work on whatever it is you're making.

"whatcha making anyway?" Ice hums, raising his brows and craning his neck to look at the twists of yarn in his lap.

very seriously, you hold up a very uneven and pathetic rope that took you more time than you care to admit to complete, and look him dead in the eyes.

"a scarf," you tell him, "for you."

and dammit if he doesn't have a hard time keeping up that cool exterior. so much so that when he's at home with you, there's really no such thing as Iceman--he's just Tom. still, he tries to keep some semblance of composure.

"oh?" he asks, his heart pulsing with affection. with the baseball game still droning on in the background and totally forgotten, he pushes himself up on his elbows before nodding sharply for you to come to him. "c'mere. I wanna try it on."

you debate it for a moment, looking down at your creation. it isn't necessarily what you envisioned when you started out. it's certainly not thick enough to be a scarf--nor is it long enough to wrap around his throat twice.

"c'mon," he encourages, a grin tugging at his lips. "I won't bite."

and this time, Ice mocks you, raising his voice a few octaves and waggling his eyebrows: "I wish you would."

narrowing your eyes at him, but biting a smile all the same, you slink off the sofa and then settle yourself on his lap, a fair amount of blue yarn trailing behind you.

Ice, smirking, holds onto your thighs and watches as you detangle yourself from your creation, eyebrows knit.

"got it, slugger?"

"you're in the danger zone," you warn, all bark and no bite. "here."

he sits up and lets you wrap the scarf around his throat, never minding that it's the middle of summer in California or the fact that he only has on a tee-shirt and boxers right now.

and then you press your palms against his hard belly, lips pursed as you admire the color against his tanned skin. he's grinning up at you, massaging the meat of your thighs until you're squirming a bit.

"how do I look?" he asks.

sucking your teeth, you fidget with a particularly strange looking stitch.

"whipped," you answer honestly.

he barks out a big laugh and you keen.

"that's the ugliest thing I've ever seen," you chuckle. he's still laughing and now you're laughing harder, too. "I mean, really, don't wear that out of the house! it's bad!"

"no, it's not!" he insists.

groaning, you collapse on his chest, cheek pressed against his neck.

"I just wasted my day off," you complain, but he can still feel that smile on your lips, that chuckle in your throat.

he smooths his hands over your hair, humming.

"nuh-uh," he insists. "I love it. really, I do! I'm gonna wear it to work tomorrow."

"fat chance," you snort.

he teasingly pinches your sides until you're squeaking and burrowing deeper against the warm skin of his throat.

"how 'bout this," he starts, tucking your hair behind your ears and craning his neck to catch your gaze. "Mav's birthday's coming up. we could always...regift."

grinning, you hold his cheeks.

"I love the way your mind works."

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[yuquinzel]

HELLO HANA 🤭🤭🤭 here to annoy u again

anyway.. rinnie ko bas ek din ghar pe invite karna hai for a sleepover to see his face when he realizes ki woh tumhare saath same room mein nahi sone wala h 😭 and then he gets so pouty and you have to be like "sorry rinnie :P just my family...... they're a little...." so he's like ok (sad) and woh guest room mein sota h but then he gets a text from you at like 1 in the morning which says "be quiet when you come in <3" and he's already getting out of the bed in seconds ??????? ugh this man. and bonus when tumhare bhai/behen ghar mein rehte h because he's extra scared of getting caught 😭😭😭😭 and then after cuddling all night you have to quite literally push him out of your room at 4 AM bc he gets so clingy and won't let you go (how are u gonna escape from those strong ass arms ???) and you're whisper-yelling at him in the dark like "rin! go back to your room i swear to god—" kyuki mummy 5 baje hi uthti hai ... ☠️ bechara rin </3

“rin... let go, it's almost 4 am!”

rin's hold on you is firm, it's hard enough to keep your voice low and close to a whisper-yell, it's even more difficult to wrestle yourself free from the embrace of his strong arms when he's very obviously determined to not let go.

“quit whining, you're the one who asked me to come.”

“yeah, like an hour ago. my mom will be up by 5! you and i are dead if she sees you leave my room at this hour.” you try to reason, hands going to push away at his forearms to allow space between you both, but to no avail. if anything, he just holds you even tighter.

“sounds like a you problem. first you ask me for a sleepover, and then i find we're not even gonna sleep in the same room. then i get a text asking me to come over to your room, and now you want me leave again? not happening.”

“bro,” you deadpan, “you're lucky my parents even agreed to let you sleep over! I'll make up for it later, but please go back to your room!”

you can't help but snicker as the events of earlier come playing in your mind— the look of pure horror on rin's pretty face as he learns he's not going to be spending the night with you, but in the guest room instead. the way he was shrinking in his seat as your siblings give him the side-eye everytime they'd catch him staring at you. god, he looked adorable pouting when you slapped his hand away from your own, in front of your parents.

but now when you feel him inch closer, burying his face in your shoulders as the warmth of your bodies cover you like a second blanket— you know you've already lost. you don't really want him to leave either, and there's a tremble in your voice that's enough to tell rin that your resistance isn't as legitimate as you're hoping for it to be.

“i don't care. your parents already love me. I'll win them over, now shut up and let me sleep.”

the hushed sweetness to his voice betrays his words, he's only threading his fingers through your hair in what you assume is an attempt to lull you to sleep. you take a mental note to not underestimate itoshi rin's ability to charm you with his words past 3 am— he's uncharacteristically clingy, being all soft and delicate, tentative and loving— the way only you know rin to be.

“my sister's in the other room, she definitely knows you're here.”

“that means we're already done for, might as well let it be.”

“god, you are insufferable.” you say, (begrudgingly) settling into his chest.

you can only imagine a satisfied smirk on his face when he breathes— the rise and fall of his chest slowing falling in sync with yours— and you feel it resonate with your own.

yeah, you don't really want him to leave.

hiii val im sorry for the late reply </3 here take this as a peace offering,, literally wrote this just now— i love your ideas, please stay in my inbox forever :(

#❀˖° ─ hana writes. #‧₊˚💭 ─ from: val! #idk if i should tag this #itoshi rin x reader #itoshi rin x you #rin x reader #rin drabble #blue lock x reader #blue lock fluff #itoshi rin fluff #bllk x reader #bllk fluff #rin itoshi x reader #rin itoshi x you #rin x reader fluff

[lovebites-if]

OOOH Val's reaction if MC gets a papercut/is bleeding? cue Jasper montage lmao

bouncing off of that ask, imagine Val's reaction if MC just staggered in dripping blood, declared "Bar fights suck" and just sat down, with a poorly wrapped bandage.

MC😭😭💕

Part 1 kinda

“Bar fights? You—” Val pouts, frowns, they sigh and seem to give up on something “You really don’t think, do you?”

“Hey— Now you’re just being rude.”

The vampire always seems to be in complete control of their actions and emotions, and perhaps that’s always been an attempt to also control their thirst for you. You don’t know. Val rarely elaborates. Their pupils are dilated—like a shark—and their mouth seems to be watering.

You were taught to be terrified of anything looking at you the way Val is glaring.

“What are you waiting for? Take your shirt off already,” they boss you around with a small huff “You’re bleeding out... I’m almost disappointed all that blood is yours.”

Like a piece of meat dangling in front of an apex predator. You decide to tease a bit. Just to even up the score.

“Hungry?”

Maybe this isn’t your best moment. You decide not to let Val answer, you keep speaking, and add, “Ah, don’t worry. I’ve already wrapped a bandage...”

“How are you alive?” Val wonders with an admittedly rude hint of disbelief “Take your shirt off— it wasn’t a suggestion, you know? Take it off. I’ll take care of this. Or I will eat you. Your choice, pet.”

#love bites if #love bites #val #little drabble thing

[skywlker-sluvtt]

literally last night I had a dream where obi my bby made me get off on his boot bc he was “too busy” to pay any attention to my “lustful desires” agh

my dreams are insane

VAL YOU BEAUTIFUL HUMAN JESUS CHRIST

i'm screaming and crying and throwing up because that's so him..

ANYWAYS LET ME BE GROSS AND HORNY FOR A BIT

you sat patiently at his feet resting your head on his thigh while he wrote up a report for the council on his latest mission. for the past 4 hours he's been back on Coruscant you'd only had his attention for 15 minutes of it. it was so bad to the point you were becoming desperate for just a little bit of his time.

"please obi just let me warm you till you're done" you begged. "darling no I'm too busy to pay attention to your lustful desires at the moment" he replied fidgeting with his datapad. "you've been gone for three weeks i need you obi-wan" you whined on the verge of tears. he sighed and looked down at what a needy mess you'd become.

obi-wan moved his leg from under the table and rest his boot in front of you. "use my boot as you will until I'm finished" he didn't actually mean that. no fucking way. "you mean...i-" you wanted him to explicitly tell you. "y/n you either hump my boot for pleasure or you wait silently" he stated running a hand through your hair. "obi-wan thats-thats no!" you tried to seem turned off by the idea. "your decision" he said with no expression.

considering your options you gave in to your 'lustful desire'. you wiggled off your clothes and sat above the tip of his boot nervously looking at him for reassurance that he didn't give you. with a short whine, you lowered your sex toward it brushing your wet pussy along it. a long, shuttered breath left your mouth as repeated the movement.

to say it felt incredible was an understatement. the cold leather felt other-worldly on your warm pussy. you began rutting against it like an animal in heat. desperate for climax. you held his calf while you used his boot for pleasure and he gave almost no reaction. "p-please obi-mmph-please" you whined biting down on his pants to silence yourself.

your arousal dripped down your thighs onto the leather. you rapidly chased your high whining at him for attention. your clit repetitively hit a rough patch of the shoe making you groan. with a small bite to his knee, you finished on his boot panting like a dog. it was now slick and shiny with your cum coating the complete upper side of his jedi-offical boot.

eventually, he looked at you and closed his file. "such a horny little thing aren't you?" obi-wan cooed wiping the drool off your chin. "i really missed you" was all you whispered. "I'm finished now, get on the bed my love you're not done yet" he smirked making your eyes light up once more.

IM SO SORRY IM OBSESSED NOW

#thanks for the ask bby #val being the best ever #obi wan #obi wan kenobi #obi wan smut #obi wan fic #obi wan drabble #star wars #star wars smut

[chrollohearttags]

nah i please i have it in my head that zeke is such a narcissist, sarcastic, smug bitch but because he knows he fine and because he knows his piping work is immaculate he always acting out. people think he aint as bad as eren but they’re different ends of the spectrum bad!! erens a toxic mf but zekes a manipulative one 🥴🥴🥴🥴

yesssss!! val, see you get it bae!! That man ain’t a bit of fucking good but that dick? yeah, top tier. He comes off as docile, laid back and even a little nerdy at first but that’s only to lure you in. Get you with that charm..the type to take you on dates that his ass knows he can’t afford, tells you he’s into this and that business venture to make you believe he’s got it going on. When in reality, that bum is living in Grisha’s basement because he’s a habitual liar and scammer! But you won’t know anything about that..not when he gets you back to your place and starts drilling your shit like a jackhammer to concrete. Putting your legs on his shoulders, folding them up into a mating press when you start to move but can’t hold them in place; constantly telling you how pretty you look, saying you’re taking him so well.. “it’s like you’re made for me..” not to mention the bastard holding your hands and talking you through it! also be letting you wet his beard up as he seats you on top of his face. Making you climax like five times in one night. He is everything you could’ve ever imagined. Too bad the fantasy comes crashing down when you see Zeke for who he truly is. A scumbag that tells you whatever you want to hear, meanwhile he’s telling ten other women the same thing! Gets evasive when you ask him about making things official or going over to his place. “It’s not a good time for me right now. We’re both professionals at the height of our careers, you understand how it is.” And you will, as long as he keeps fucking you as good as he does and saying he loves you. Knowing he doesn’t mean a word of it!

#cherry’s asks 🍒 #cherry’s moots 🍒 #thank you sm val for fueling my brainrot of this man #aot x black reader #zeke jaeger x reader #zeke yeager x black reader #zeke jaeger #zeke x reader #black fem reader #black reader #black reader smut #zeke jeager x reader #zeke smut #zeke drabble #oh lord I’m simping for the big monkey man #I’m in dire straits #black fanfic writer #aot au #aot hcs #zeke headcanons #zeke Jaeger imagines #black fanfiction #attack on titan au #toxic ass man with a big ass dick #hate him so bad

[br4tphobia]

— Reiner that type of bf to be OBSESSED with you. treating you like youre the first goddess he’s seen step on earth, bc you are! he’ll do anything for you, and he means it. he doesnt want u doing anything for him, not in a rude way. youre washing dishes? “go lay down babe..i got it.” CHILEEEEE , if youre tired you both would js lay in bed while he rubbin yo feet n shii🤭🤭 kissin all up on you! the type to kiss up your back in the morning, grinding onto you. the best way to start to mornings with him, do NOT started on sex..😭‼️ his thick cock stroking you deep hitting all the right spots. he aint done with u until yo lace liftin, yo edges sweating n urrthang! and while hes doin that he will worship thee FUCK outta you. fucking you stupid and still calls you “pretty” “beautiful” “stunning”. the after care! lord he doesnt want u lifiting a finger! he’ll wipe you down, fix yo lace 💀, dress you and bring you water! hes so unperfectly perfect. he loves you and you love him!! 🤭🫶🏾

#reiner x reader #reiner x black reader #reiner headcanons #reiner x y/n #aot reiner #attack on titan #attack on titan headcanons #reiner x you #reiner imagine #black reader #aot x poc!reader #aot x black reader #reiner braun #reiner braun x reader #reiner braun x black reader #reiner brainrot #﹕🪽・vals drabbles ! ・✩

[hgejfmw-hgejhsf]

Smutsgiving 2023

It's my first ever Smutsgiving! I couldn't pass up the chance to write not only a drabble but a smutty drabble as part of a holiday celebration! Enjoy, y'all!

Alex slams into Henry’s warmth with a curse on his lips. No matter how many times he shares the same body as his husband, presses inside him slowly, before Henry nods and his hips snap forward with more desperate force, it always feels like the first time. Suddenly, a loud dinging sound breaks the electric silence. Henry clenches reflexively and Alex groans. “Ungh…sorry,” Henry murmurs, relaxing. “What was that?” “My goddamn heart monitor,” Alex grits. “Thinks I’m working out.” “Aren’t you?” Henry retorts with a sinful roll of his hips and a smirk that finally sends Alex over the edge.

#smutsgiving #rwrb drabble #rwrb fic #rwrb fanfic #rwrb fanfiction #rwrb #red white and royal blue #firstprince fic #firstprince fanfic #firstprince #smutsgiving 2023 #my fics #my writing #val writes

[youre-ackermine]

Echo

Characters: Levi Ackerman / Hange Zoe

Wordcount: 1025 approx.

Canon Universe / slightly suggestive / non-binary Hange / swearwords

It seemed like hours had passed since he had knocked on the carriage roof for the coachman to drive them back to HQ. The rain, no more than a drizzle when they had left, was now pouring heavily, adding its monotonous noise to the clatter of the wheels and of the horses' hooves on the paved road.

The meeting with the brass in the Stohess District had worn them both out but they still had so much to think, so much to work out. Well, Hange did at least. As a matter of fact, sitting on the bench opposite his, they were already writing down the final changes to the project suggested by the higher-ups.

The Squad Leader barely had had time to mourn Sawney and Bean. As soon as the Military Police investigation was completed, they had been discussing new action plans to flush out the culprits in Erwin's office until the dead of night. Every fucking night. For two fucking weeks.

The rest of their day was even more busy, Hange rummaging the library shelves or leaning over their desk engrossed in a big-ass book, locked in their lab drawing sketches for a new technical device. Every fucking day. For two fucking weeks.

The development of their research as well as the strategic aspects of Erwin's long-distance scouting formation plan for the expedition to come were frequently talked through in private meetings only a few Squad Leaders and the Captain himself attended. The scheme required secrecy for not only Eren's but also Humanity's fate were at stake.

Both the jolting of the coach moving on the cobblestones and the relentless beating of the rain against the vehicle had failed to bore him to sleep and he had a hard time trying to distract himself. No matter how much effort he put into concentrating on the scenery outside, his thoughts still pulled him back to that night he had tried to soothe their grief the only way he knew, bringing them a cup of tea and, later on, showing them how much he cared.

Too damn long! It had been too damn long since the last time he had touched Hange. Those past few days, they had just been able to steal a couple of hasty kisses, hiding in the shadows like some shameful teenagers. These brief encounters had left him in the grip of a burning frustration that his yearning heart could barely endure and that no stroke of his own hand could fully sweep out.

Levi startled as Hange let out a weary sigh and turned to look at them with a worried frown. The design they were correcting earlier lay abandoned on the bench beside them. They rubbed their eyes and pinched the bridge of their nose.

"Shit!" they muttered, "it has to work or else we're screwed!"

They adjusted their glasses and, trying to shake off their exhaustion, stretched their arms above their head as much as the cramped space allowed them to, their knee slightly brushing against his in the process.

Levi gulped as he took their slender shape in, eyes lingering on their arched figure then up on their small breasts. His cheeks flushed as he noticed their nipples showing through the fabric of their shirt, his thoughts instantly dragged back to that night again.

All of a sudden a bump in the road shook the carriage. The papers slipped off the bench and Levi promptly bent down to pick them up on the floor, a hand on Hange's leg to keep his balance as the coach still bounced. 

His palm was already burning when he lifted his gaze towards Hange. Eyes locked with theirs, he put the sheets back on the seat absentmindedly and let himself dive in the amber shades of their irises.

He tried to ignore the irresistible urge drawing him to them every time they were together. He tried to ignore the unsteady rhythm of his heart pounding in his ears. He tried to ignore the butterflies fluttering in his chest when he looked at Hange.

But he failed. Terribly. Totally.

Giving in to the longing that had become almost unbearable, he slid his hand along their thigh up to their waist and got closer, his face now mere inches from theirs, his warm breath a feather-like caress over their lips.

In one effortless motion, he cut the distance to kiss Hange, enfolding his arms around their slender waist and, sitting back on his bench, drew them into his lap. 

Nothing was more important to him now than their chest pressed against his, their body wrapping him in a tight embrace. He let himself sink into the slow, tender kiss, relishing the taste of their lips, humming in the warmth of their mouth.

Hange let out a delighted sigh at the feel of Levi's hands sliding up under their shirt and caressing their back. His lips had drifted from their mouth to trail kisses along their jawline and reached that sensitive spot under their ear, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

His hands kept wandering, drawing the scars on their skin, tracing the curves of their spine, slithering to their chest. His deft fingers gently grazed one of their nipples, his lips now moving down their neck. 

Hange's skin shivered under Levi's soft touch and they moaned his name. They ran their fingers through his silky hair, pulling him close for a long, heated, desperate kiss.

When they finally pulled away, both light-headed and panting, they looked at each other in wonder.

The feeling was overwhelming, breathtaking. 

Levi's chest tightened with emotion and he buried his head in Hange's neck, softly whispering their name again and again.

"You got into my head, Four-Eyes!" he blurted out. He kissed the crook of their neck.

"You got under my skin," and he pressed a few feather-light kisses up their neck.

"You got into my heart, Hange," only a faint whisper this time. And he kissed their earlobe.

Hange's eyes widened, then softened and fluttered shut in bliss as he held them impossibly closer against him and whispered something in their ear. 

His words a murmured echo of their own breathless words.

This is for @dont-f-with-moogles 💕

This takes place two weeks after Bad Habit. I'm not as talented as you are but I hope you'll like it!

Happy Birthday Terra Darling 🎂

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Header: @youre-ackermine

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A/N: not beta/proof read - English is not my usual language

#levi ackerman #hange zoe #levi x hange #levihan #levihan drabble #levihan smut #non binary hange #nb!hange #slightly suggestive #canonverse #val writes ✍️

[crazyunsexycool]

Imagine some new girl starting with the avengers as the same job role reader did, but she's on maternity leave as she's just had her and Bucky's first baby. This new girl has a massive crush on Bucky and flirts with him. One day reader brings Lottie and the baby to see everyone and when alone the new girl says something like "why are you parading Lottie around like she's yours when she's not" and says things that are untrue about Bucky, making out he flirts with her etc. And Bucky overhears the whole thing... his reaction? 👀👀👀

Oh get ready for this!

Warning:ANGSTY upset Charlotte, upset reader, insults, crying, babies, mentions of post baby bod, insecure reader

A/N Well this got out of hand quickly. I hope you like it

You wanted to surprise the team with a visit from you and the kids. Lottie walked beside the stroller holding your newborn as you made your way into the compound. You were currently in maternity leave which was wonderful but also could feel very lonely, especially when Bucky had been called back in before he was supposed to. It sometimes left you feeling lonely and in need of grown up interactions. But you couldn’t really complain, your newborn son was a joy and Charlotte was a wonderful big sister.

Once you were inside the familiar compound hallways you’d asked Friday where the team was and you were directed to one of the many living rooms.

“Daddy!” Charlotte exclaimed as she ran towards Bucky.

“Doll, what are you doing here?” He wrapped her in his arms and peppered kisses on her face. Lottie giggled as she tried to push him away.

“Hey, guys.” You say from the entryway.

“I call first dibs on holding my nephew.” Sam practically yells.

Everyone got up from their seats and walked over to you and the baby. Steve wraps an arm around your shoulder and pulls you into his side. This is what you’d missed so much and you’re glad you decided to drop by.

“Well look at you, thank goodness you look like your mama.” Sam coos at the curious baby in his arms.

“Let me see him.” Nat pushes her way through Clint and Tony to stand besides Sam. He reluctantly hands over the band to Nat and everyone groans, the know she won’t let him go until you leave.

“Hey sugar,” he wraps his free arm around your waist and pulls you to his side, giving you a quick kiss on the lips. “I’m so happy you dropped by.”

“Well I missed you and the team. But mostly you.”

“Can we go play outside uncle Stevie?” Lottie looks up at Steve with her big blue eyes and there’s no way he’ll say no.

“You heard my princess gentlemen. Outside lets go!” Steve grabs her hand and everyone starts to head out ready to do whatever she wanted.

“Daddy are you coming?”

He looks at her and back at you unsure of what to do but you push him in her direction.

“Go, I wanted to go say hello to Helen anyway.”

“Alright see you later.” He kisses your cheek and disappears.

“Will you be alright?”

“Go, we’ll be fine.”

~~~~~~~~~~~

You walk into the lab where Helen spent most of her time but find it empty so you head further in and towards the back where she usually likes to sit. With no sign of her you decided to turn back and go hang out with Nat. You hear the door open so you call out.

“Helen is that you?”

“Who are you?” A young woman asked as she made her way towards you.

She was pretty, a few years younger than you. She had long blond hair and she was on the petite side. You recognized her immediately, Bucky had told you she would be the team’s field medic while you were on maternity leave.

“Im Y/N Barnes. I was looking for Helen. Do you know where she is?”

Her hazel eyes moved up and down your body before her face scrunched up in a mixture of disgust and disbelief.

“You’re Bucky’s wife?”

“Yes, and you are?”

“Stacy Moore, you’re replacement.”

~~~~~~~~~~~

Lottie convinced the boys to play hide and seek. It was unfair, they were all to broad and bulky so their hiding places were limited, especially outside. But she was their sweet Angel so they played anyway. That was until Lottie ran crying toward Bucky.

His heart stopped and he felt like he couldn’t breathe. The only thing that got him moving was her calling out for him. Bucky’s knees hit the floor in front of his girl and he immediately started checking for any cuts or scratches but she touched her head.

A vision.

She had gotten really good at breathing through them and explaining what she saw. It had been a while since she cried because of one.

“Daddy pwease don’t send me away. Pwease daddy. I’m good I pwomise.” She threw her arms around his neck as the others ran to see what was wrong.

“Doll let me look at you.” Bucky was able to pull back enough to see the red rimmed eyes of his little girl. “What makes you think I’d send you away?”

“The l-lady said i-it. I wanna stay daddy.” She choked out in between sobs. Bucky looked up at the others feeling helpless.

“What lady, princess?”

“Stacy. She told mommy you don’t love us. And that you want to send me away. And that mommy is not (r)weally my mommy.”

“Oh doll, that’s not true,” Bucky tried to calm her down as he stood. “I love you and mommy and your brother so much. Can you tell me where you saw mommy?”

She nods. “In Dr. Helen’s lab. Mommy is sad too.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Oh you’re covering while I’m on maternity leave.” You said, but there was something about the say she said replacement that didn’t sit well with you.

“Something like that.” She pursed her lips as she thought about how to hurt you. Stacy had her eyes on Bucky for the last few weeks and although she tried and failed to flirt with him. He wouldn’t even glance her way and she hated it. “You could say we’ve gotten really close recently. And after seeing you I can see why.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Oh come on, it’s been what like 2 months since you’ve had your kid and you still look like a cow? No wonder he’s been flirting so much.”

“He does what?” You didn’t want to believe it and your wrap your arms around your midsection. You’d barely lost any of the baby weight but Bucky had assured you he loved you just the way you were. Saying that there was you had never looked more beautiful.

“And come on, you come in here parading around his daughter like if she was yours, you really have some nerve. He never even wanted to keep her but you just had to use her to get your hands on him. You should be ashamed of yourself.”

“Shut the fuck up. You know nothing about Bucky or our family.” You say through gritted teeth as you fought back tears that threatened to spill.

“Why, scared of hearing the truth? He told me he wanted to send Charlotte away so that he didn’t have to deal with her anymore. That he feels too tied down, he never wanted any of this but you didn’t give him a choice. How can you not see that he doesn’t love you?” She shrugs her shoulders.

She opens her mouth to insult you further but the door slams against the wall and Bucky rushes in. His worried eyes meet yours and he knows he was too late. Whatever she’s said has clearly affected you and he wanted to rip her to shreds.

“Get the fuck away from my wife.” Bucky growled at her. He stood face to face with her, his anger so raw and overflowing even you flinched when he spoke. “I don’t know what I have to do to make you understand I want nothing to do with you. She,” he pointed at you. “Is the only woman I have and will ever love. She is the mother of both my children and she has nothing to prove to someone like you. And if making my wife upset wasn’t enough you made my daughter cry because she thinks I’m locking her away somewhere.”

Stacy stood there, frozen in fear as she looked up at Bucky. “I-I’m sorry.” She whispered.

“I don’t give a shit.”

Nat, who you didn’t realized had walked in with Bucky as well as Steve and Tony, grabbed her by her arm and yanked her. They were all angry.

“Say goodbye to the avengers and any posibilites if ever working in the medical field.” Steve said as he followed them out.

“You’ll be lucky if you can even by a slutty nurses costume by the time I’m done with you.” Tony added.

Bucky waited until they were gone before he turned to you. His eyes softened immediately and he cautiously walked towards you. But you wouldn’t look at him. You didn’t know what to think about the whole situation.

“How did you know?” You whisper.

“Lottie had a vision. She’s really upset and said you were too. I’m so sorry sugar. I promise nothing ever happened between Stacy and me. I always asked Steve to pair her with someone else because there was something about her I didn’t like.”

“Do you feel trapped? In this marriage and with the kids?”

Bucky scoffed, he didn’t mean to but that was the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard.

“Are you kidding me sweetheart? I wanna have a lot more kids with you.” He finally puts a finger under your chin and forced you to look at him while his other arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. “I was never truly free until I found you. And you gave me the one thing that I never thought I deserved, a family.” And then his lips were on yours gently. He told you everything he couldn’t put into words with that kiss.

“Let’s get our babies and lets go home, please.” You said after you pulled back breathless. There were still tears in your eyes and all you wanted was to be cuddled up with your three loves.

“I like the sound of that sugar.”

#my little love ask #my little love drabble #val answers #you’ve got mail 💌

[dont-f-with-moogles]

Terra Darling ✨

For the smut prompts, I'd like to request 2: "Open your mouth for me" for Levihan 👀

Love you so much ❤️

Smut Scribbles 2: “Open your mouth for me.”

Sweet Torture (NSFW) Characters: Levi x Hange Word Count: 406 words Levi’s head writhed against the bedclothes, dark dishevelled hair sticking to his shining face. Hange lingered over his stomach, their cool breath fanning a trail of goosebumps across Levi’s bare skin. Loose strands of their hair tickled where they touched him. A shiver ran through him as Hange planted a kiss just below his navel. The hands which had been gripping their forearms weakened. The feigned murmur of protest died in Levi’s throat. Feebly, his arms fell to his sides as Hange kissed lower, lower. They stalled, teasing, lips brushing his abdomen. Gentle. Soft as silk on skin. Levi stifled a tremor of breath as his muscles clenched. Still, Hange continued their path of kisses, their mouth just above where Levi wanted them to be.

“Hange-”

They drew lower still. Lower, until their fingers wrapped themselves around his cock. Here the skin was at its most delicate, pulled taut over straining flesh. Hange pressed a kiss against him and Levi’s abdomen flexed again. Whilst their head remained bowed, Hange’s eyes moved to his face. They gazed at him; hooded, sultry, penetrating. The look of one who knew they had a man at their mercy.

They flicked their tongue across the tip.

“Fuck-” The syllable caught in Levi’s throat. A thrill surged through his body so intense it left his nerves singing. Levi’s mouth dropped open in silent anguish, his face flooded with colour.

Slowly, tantalisingly, Hange ran their tongue from the base of his cock to the very tip. Levi’s breath left him in a low hiss. He screwed up his eyes. Beads of sweat clung to his forehead.

Their hand tightened upon him, pulling back the skin in measured strokes. Hange’s tongue swirled against the tip again. Their mouth, their lips, their breath. Levi uttered a shaking gasp. He was desperate, undone. They would ruin him like this. His fists clenched at the bedcovers fit to tear them apart. He wanted - needed - more. Levi longed for friction; for the pressure of their lips closed around him. He wanted nothing more than to fuck that beautiful mouth. 

“H-hange…” he stammered.

Hange stopped again, a knowing smile creeping across their face. Levi hated the plea in his voice. As the words left him, they were little more than a faint moan.  

“…open your mouth.”

Satisfied that they had tortured him enough, Hange’s hand slid down his length. They brought him to their parted lips, only too willing to oblige. … HAPPY BIRTHDAY VAL! 💚💚💚 Hope you enjoyed your present 😘 Go on, send me not so SFW Ask. You know you want tooo~ 👉 Smut Scribbles

#I'd give Levi 1 minute tops #that's what happens when you're left in the hands* of an expert torturer #*MOUTH #levi ackerman #hange zoe #levi x hange #levihan #levihan smut #levihan drabble #levihan fic #n.sfw #happy birthday! #love you Val #moots <3 #smut scribbles #my writing

[a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all]

Ice Cold

Whumptober 2022: 7. The Way You Shake and Shiver, 21. You’re Safe Now Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, f!reader, Reader is Iceman's Daughter Word Count: 760 TW: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Freezing, Death Note: Thank you to @marvelousmermaid for looking this over for me 💖

You were so cold. Colder than you could ever remember being before in your life. You were shivering from the inside out and you were worried you’d chip a tooth if your teeth didn’t stop chattering so fiercely. But at least your body had gone so numb that the injuries from your crash didn’t hurt anymore.

The irony of the situation wasn’t lost on you. In a way, it was poetic that Iceman’s daughter, code name Snowflake, was slowly freezing to death. But after your plane went down, you were too injured to find cover from the cold or to build a fire. You barely had enough strength to drag yourself away from your plane in case a fuel line caused an explosion. At this point, you were hoping for one. Explosions meant fire, and fire meant heat.

Unless that happened, your only hope was a rescue team located you soon. Maverick had been your team leader for this mission and you knew he wouldn’t stop until he found you. Your godfather had never failed you before, so you just needed to hold out a little longer. Knowing him, he’d have rangled together every available airman to help with the search. 

It was becoming more difficult to breathe as the cold air stabbed at your throat and burned your lungs with each breath. Your vision began to blur and all you could see was the blanket of white stretching in front of you against the inky darkness of the night. 

But suddenly, something else came into your field of vision. Struggling to bring the world back into focus, you finally made out a pair of combat boots standing before you, and the person wearing them squatted down to your level. Giving you a sad smile, he said, “Hey, baby.”

“D-Dad…” you breathed in astonishment. “Wh-what are you d-doing here?”

“Where else would I be?” Iceman asked. “I had to come get my girl.”

You managed a small chuckle before your body was racked with another intense shivering fit that you felt down to your bones. Weakly, you chattered, “Dad…. I’m s-s-so c-cold.”

He rested his hand on your cheek. “I know, but don’t worry. I’ll get you someplace warm real soon. You’ve done good, kid. Now it’s time to take you home.” 

Bending down, he scooped you up into his arms just like he used to when you were a little girl. And as you leaned your head against his chest, you already felt his warmth radiating throughout your body. 

You hummed as you snuggled in closer to him, your shivering slowly fading away. “I feel better already.” For the first time, you looked up and really took in the man carrying you. What you saw made you smile. “You look good, Dad.” 

He returned your smile and said, “So do you, baby. Now, close your eyes. It’s all going to be okay.”

You nodded softly, suddenly overwhelmingly tired. With the warmth from your father wrapping around you like a blanket and the steady beat of his heart serenading you, you closed your eyes and finally drifted off to sleep.

Maverick was the first one to spot you about a hundred feet from where your plane had crashed. The second he saw the drag marks in the snow, he had taken off running but because of the fresh layer of snow, he had almost tripped over your snow-covered body. 

Dropping to his knees beside you, he desperately tried to wake you, to find a pulse. But, despite his efforts, it was painfully clear by your blue-tinted lips and ice-cold skin that you were gone. That he had been too late.

He collapsed back into the snow and buried his head in his hands even as the emergency team began examining you. However, he knew there was nothing they could do. 

Tears began to well up in his eyes as he silently begged Ice for forgiveness. Since they had met at Top Gun decades ago, Ice had saved Maverick’s career more times than he could count. And the only thing in all that time that Ice had ever asked in return was that Mav keep his daughter safe. It had been the last thing Ice had said to him before he died over a year ago and, now, Mav had failed him. He had failed you.

And as he stared up into the night sky where the snow and stars seemed to merge into one, Maverick just hoped that wherever the two of you were now, you were together once more.

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Spill

Accompanying drabble under the cut

"Mmm, Voxxy?" Valentino's cherry scented smoke blows into his vents as a warm weight settles beside him on the plush couch.

"Val, I just sat down."

An arm snakes around his shoulder, long fingers coyly walking down his arm and making a show of sensually rounding the rim of his drink tumbler. "You don't have to get up Daddy, I can take care of everything right here."

He shouldn't encourage him but he answers out of habit "Baby, Daddy's tired."

Val never could take no for an answer. A clawed finger hooks into his bowtie and yanks him back, his whiskey sloshing over the sides of his glass as a tongue rolls hot and wet over the ports at the back of his head.

"Val, fuck's sake," Vox turns with a static snarl, right into a sloppy kiss as two more hands are on him, one groping his thigh and teasing up under his shirt. More of his drink spills down his fingers and runs down his wrist. He hadn't even got a goddamn sip yet. Sharp teeth scrape at the too long tongue curling around his, reaching up and pulling the moth back by his good antennae. "If you spill any more of my drink I swear you will. lick. it. up."

Vox wasn't bad at playing their game, he was just good at letting Val win.

"Promise?" Like the showy whore he was Valentino leans into the pull, rubbing his chest against Vox like he had tits, arching his back to push his ass out with a purr and those fingers are back rimming his glass.

Staring right into Vox's glitching eyes Valentino pulls his hand to him, long tongue lapping over the dropplets spilled on his fingers before taking it from him.

"Val, no" yes "don't you dare-" do it

The tumbler tips over his lap, soaking wet clothes clinging to the hard outline of his cock, then dangles teasingly before being dropped to shatter on the floor.

With the hard grip on his antennae he bullies Val off the couch and down between his legs. That trice damned mouth is on him as soon as his knees hit the floor, breath hot and humid seeping through his suit pants as the depraved overlord works at him through the fabric, sucking and tasting what he'd spilled. Val looks up at Vox making a show of tongue rolling and curling at the head of his cock, humming and purring like it's the best thing he's ever tasted.

"I think you're enjoying your punishment too much," An electric shock to the antennae and Vox pulls him off " it's not a treat, Baby."

Val licks his whiskey and spit slick lips, voice breathy and whiny just this side of sexy, "But Daddy, it's my favorite."

"How about a taste of leather instead?" One foot lifts, heel coming down on Valentino's shoulder and pushing him down to the ground. "These are new shoes, Val. Did you spill on them?"

And oh the bit off moan of realization at his feet and clawed hands gripping at his ankles had his cock twitching "Yes, Daddy."

"Mmhmm, I expect them clean, Val. Now." Leaning back he unzips his pants, drawing out the sound just to tease. "Be good and you can have this back."

He tips his head back and lazily strokes his cock to the sound of sloppy licks over fine leather.

#staticmoth #hazbin valentino #hazbin vox #y’all wanna get some food or smth I’m cooking #anything with Val’s tongue is an absolute joy to work with it’s so fun #might turn the Drabble into a real fic idk