#fanfiction drabble

[typingdyslexiaisathing]

Noisy Typhoon (Trigun) fic

content: Vash the Stampede X reader fanfiction. Romance, established relationship, mature subject of sexual intimacy and making love.

Soft snoring. That was what filled the little room. Vash was out like a light. Snoring from his position in the bed you two shared. Yet you had no real way of getting upset over the noise. Watching as the very naked blonde lay next to your own bare frame. Completely vulnerable and at peace as he dozed. A stark contrast from how the two of you started out in the bed.

Vash was a very vocal person. You've known that for a while. From his little nervous noises to him shouting and freaking out like an idiot. So it wasn't a surprise at how vocal he was when the two of you made love. His gasps of surprise when you touched him. Deep whimpers when you removed his shirt. A shiver and keening sob when you traced your fingertips over his bare skin and scars as he held himself in place for you. A sorrowful mewl when you kissed his lips with gentle love. Vash always made his emotions heard. A unique and beautiful language you learned to translate over time.

The blonde gave a hard snort to turn and move closer to you. Tears pricking at his eyes as he snuggled as close as he could get to you. Reminding you of how he had tried to flinch away from your touch hours earlier. His fear of rejection etched into his entire body and reflected in those beautiful eyes. So you had assured him of your acceptance. With kisses and touches and sweet words of warm affection. Offering your own body, heart, and soul into his keeping. Vash had followed your lead to soon sweep you into his eager arms. His aching desire and tender want to belong to you melting and mixing as the both of you stripped off your clothes. The bed taking your combined weight as Vash nipped and kissed your now barren skin. Panting and whining in his eagerness to make the two of you into one. He had been so desperate. So afraid that at any moment you would no longer be his to love and treasure with his body and heart.

So Vash had spent several hours giving you and receiving pleasure out of love. Teasing and tasting to let you do so back. The sacred dance of worship on two becoming one out of unconditional love. Vash had cried often during the moments of euphoria. Only for you to wipe those tears away and begin anew. Until the both of you had made love in the bed to then move to the claw foot bathtub and back to the bed once more. The two of you a sated tangled mess to then fall into a restful slumber. Yet you awoke to that familiar sound of snoring. making you smile to watch Vash sleep. Tracing your gaze over his naked and scarred body with blissful joy. But soon Vash gave a sigh to open those gorgeous eyes and look up at you. A blush dusting over his skin as he smiled a sweet and nervous smile at you. His giggle one of mirth and love. "So... I guess we're an official couple now? Does this mean we might do more of that later?"

#fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction drabble #fanfic drabble #Trigun fanfiction #Trigun fanfic #Vash X Reader #vash x reader #vash the stampede x reader #trigun x reader

[roll-of-royces]

Fedyor/Ivan Drabble

They would most certainly have gone on the same day. I love them so much. Just a little think I wrote up but never put on Ao3.

The house is well lived in, cluttered with dozens of little pieces that tell the story of the men that live here. A portrait over the fireplace mantle, half-skilled and half enthusiasm. A table runner given as a gift, perfectly pressed. Two retired Oprichniki kefta’s that hang proudly on display in the foyer.

A guest bedroom, specifically for their two closest friends, with a large window seat that looks out into a meadow and black silk sheets.

Every item is personally selected, and every item tells a story.

Alina should have known better. Of course they would die on the same day.

The coffin is large, custom made by their finest Durasts. Big enough for two. They wear keftas, threaded with black. An outdated style now, but it had seemed fitting.

She is melancholy, and though they are not the first, they feel the hardest.

Aleksander hovers at her side, never removing his hand from the curve of her back. His presence is constant, consuming. A needed reminder.

Look at the way I do not age. Look at the way I will never leave you.

Alina looks up at him with a teary eyed smile. “Did I ever tell you about the time ... “

#ivan x fedyor #fedyor kaminsky #shadow and bone #darklina #fanfiction drabble

[ctrsara]

Experimenting with Procreate and tried some watercolor overlays. I like how Tony turned out way more than Peter, but still, the color palette makes me think of spring and Easter, so I decided to share. :-)

(On AO3, even though it's tiny.)

Head canon: after the giant donut from space attacks and Peter swings over to help, they actually end up defeating Thanos’s minions instead of getting dragged into space. They both clean up and de-suit.

“Hey kid, thanks for the assist. You want to grab some brunch with us?”

“I’d love to Mr. Stark, but my class is definitely gonna start wondering where I went. I’ve gotta get back!”

“Okay, suit yourself. You’re still coming over this weekend, right? Because I’m pretty sure there’s an Easter basket with your name on it.”

Peter tilts his head in consternation (but his eyes light up at the idea of Easter candy).

“Mr. Stark, you know I’m sixteen, not six, right?”

Tony just shrugs his shoulders and smiles. “I tried to reign Pepper in, but I failed.”

Pepper rolls her eyes and swats him on the shoulder.

“Peter, he put that basket together himself. You’d better come get it this weekend, or he’s going to start in on the Robin Eggs. There might be a few missing already.”

Peter looks aghast. “Stealing candy from kids, Irin Man? What kind of hero are you?”

Tony raised an eyebrow. “A minute ago you insisted you’re not a kid.”

“I decided I am when chocolate’s on the line. Don’t eat any more of it! I’ll be there Sunday afternoon when May goes to work!”

Peter glared briefly at Tony, then straightened his sweater and ran into some bushes so he could change again and swing back over to the MOMA. Hopefully no one had missed him yet.

“You think we’re ready for another kid, huh?” Pepper asked, giving Tony a measuring glance.

“I… yeah! I mean, what? Another kid?”

“Seems that we already have one,” she said with a mischievous grin. “But you’re right, we should at least talk about it.”

Tony smiled at his fiancée, moving in close for a quick kiss.

“But can we please stop it with the aliens, already?”

“This was so not my fault, Pep. Just wrong place, wrong time.”

She glared lightly at him.

He shot his most charming smile back at her. “So, waffles, or omelets?”

#fanfiction drabble #irondad and spider son #Irondad and Spiderson #Easter fluff #procreate

[walliswithawhy]

Dear Da,

I made it, though it wasn’t without it’s trials. I believe you would have disowned me on the spot had you seen how quickly I was batted aside by the first living thing I encountered in these lands. Though living is questionable— am trying to convince myself I did not see as many hands on that thing as my memory insists were there. I blame the knock to the head that followed my immediate defeat. I fell quite a distance and when I awoke I don’t think I was entirely myself. Could barely remember how to hold a sword.

I know. First rule: Don’t let go of your weapon.

And: don’t die.

Or: don’t get caught unawares (by abominations that definitely did not have that many arms).

Come to think of it, you had a lot of first rules when it came to fighting.

I’m trying my best to keep them all in mind out here. Not that it’s been easy. There’s so much to look at. The tree is just as it was described in the stories. Bright, so bright looking at it for too long leaves it’s shadow imprinted on my eyes. It fills the sky with a radiance not unlike a second sun. Not that I’ve seen much of that. After I crawled out of the crypt I woke beneath, I walked out upon these lands and almost as soon as I did, a storm beset upon me. The rain went sideways, and I thought the trees—the proper ones— would tear straight from the ground they grew upon. They didn’t, and I’ll take that to be a lesson as to how I must be.

I did meet a strange fellow. Well, more than one strange fellow. One ushered me along my way like a hen wife shooing her chickens out of her path on the way to collect the morning quota of eggs! The other was a pleasant sort who offered to trade some useful thing for that which they call currency here. He seemed rather surprised at my immediate, stumbling return to the nearest flicker of grace but I suppose anyone would have been, given I’d been nearly gored by an unseen assailant.

This time you cannot blame me for my folly. Truly the conditions were miserable, such that I could not see but a hand’s width ahead of me.. I should have waited out the ill weather, I suppose. Blame my exuberance. This path laid before me is—

Well. I know you never much cared for my silly fantasies. Still. Even without your blessings, I continue forth with you in my heart—if only because I wouldn’t know the cutting end of a halberd from the stabbing were it not for you. I wish you could forgive me my stubbornness. But it is as if this path has stolen my feet from under me, and I can’t escape it. I do not even know that I have the heart to, really. I need to know what awaits me here in these lands of grace and grace lost.

I’ll keep record of it. Maybe someday these words will find their way to you, and you will understand why I had to go.

Sincerely,

Your loving child,

Wallis, Frayborn

P.S.

They keep calling me maidenless here—I didn’t realize that having a maiden was a criteria.

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#elden ring #tarnished #fan fiction #fanfic #oc: Wallis Frayborn #tarnished oc #anyways meet my baby Wallis Frayborn #They are a Vagabond #and I am entirely new to this game and this genre #but I am already having so so so much fun #🤷🤷 #fan fiction short #fanfiction drabble #anthology style #elden ring tarnished

[amuseoffirebane]

First completed ROTTMNT fic and it’s a drabble! Neat challenge, thought of this last night and managed to knock it out today.

Summary: 100-word Drabble, AU where Mikey loses his arms at the end of the Movie and what happens after.

#my writing #rottmnt #mikey rottmnt #rottmnt fanfiction #fanfiction drabble

[teeweetetromino]

May Writing Challenge (596 words)

May 7

Not My Job

“Give your hero new responsibilities, including a chance to prove themselves”

Tony stood in the center of a holographic sphere filled with different news reports, skimming the headlines for anything that would help him understand how anyone could get the upper-hand on the Sorcerer Supreme.

“Where are you, Doc?” Tony asked, his eyes drifting from one news report to the next. There were multiple angles of the fight with Baron Mordo but there was nothing out of the ordinary. Perhaps it was something he couldn’t see in the tangible world, maybe whatever sent the Doc away had to do with the occult. Something an engineer could never hope to comprehend.

Tony outstretched his arms and curled them back into himself, closing the sphere before plopping down into the seat next to him.

“Nothing, huh?” Tony glanced over at the entrance where Pepper stood wearing a look of concern.

“It’s like he just vanished. I have no clue how to bring him back.” Tony admitted. “Where do you start with something like this? I grew up in a world of science where everything follows a mathematical pattern. Ever since people like the Doc showed up the world makes no sense.”

Pepper crossed the room and knelt in front of Tony, placing overlapping hands on his knee. “It’s been a long day and you’ve been searching since you got back from the fight.” To emphasize this, Pepper reached a careful hand and grazed her fingers over a dried cut on Tony’s temple. “Maybe you should take a break, get cleaned up and try again with a clear head.”

The corner of Tony’s mouth pulled up into a half smile as he grabbed Pepper’s hand. “You’re right.” He placed a kiss on Peppers knuckles as he stood up. The pair exited the room and headed upstairs, as they passed the large window overlooking the Pacific Ocean they heard a knock on the glass. The Knocking was insistent and sporadic.

Instinctively, Tony shoved Pepper behind him. Then, lightening flashed revealing a familiar silhouette; a large sheet of darkness billowed in the wind. Tony gently pushed away from Pepper in a gesture that told her to remain where she was.

“Doc?” Tony chanced but no answer came. The knocking continued as Tony approached the window. He opened it slightly and in an instant he was drowning in damp red fabric. Tony flailed around as he tried to regain control of his body. He managed to claw the red fabric of the Cloak of Levitation away from his face and catch his breath.

Pepper joined Tony as the Cloak finally released him. Tony stood up, irritation clearly writing on his face. “Man, I knew the Doc didn’t like me but to have his Cloak try to smother me…” Pepper elbowed Tony, she could tell that he was somewhat relieved by their new visiter.

“Well, where is he?” Tony asked, glancing around outside as the lightening flashed once more.

“I think the Cloak is trying to tell us something.” Pepper pointed out as she nodded toward the Cloak as it danced around for attention.

“great, unfortunately, I don’t speak magical curtain.” Tony said.

At that the Cloak billowed and tucked one of its corners into itself before removing the Eye of Agamotto from its folds.

“I’m going to guess that it’s a bad thing that the Doc doesn’t have that anymore.” Tony said.

The Cloak whipped around and lunged toward Tony with a speed the billionaire was ill prepared for. When the Cloak pulled away Tony was wearing the Eye of Agamotto around his neck.

“Oh No, No way. Not my job!” Tony exclaimed.

#may writing challenge #writing challenge #writing #fanfiction drabble #avengers #pepper potts #tony stark #cloak of levitation #doctor strange #iron man #ironstrange #eye of agamotto #angst with a happy ending

[adelha-mathilde]

Soaking In A Love Like Sunrise(Trigun) fic

I awoke in the arms of an angel. His scent surrounding me as we lay against the rocks for sunrise to bloom. My head nestled against his chest as he watched the sunrise with a smile on his face. I was laying in his prosthetic arm to be nestled gently against his front. His other hand resting on his chin for his elbow to be propped up by his knee. That beautiful face turned so he might watch the horizon without a care in the world. That heart in his chest drumming steady with peace at this tender moment. Which made this morning absolutely perfect.

The feeling of complete peace and safety wrapped around me like a warm blanket against the world. So I chose to stay unmoving and just soak in this moment to keep with me forever. That strong thumping against my ear a sublime background music as I listened and watched Vash without his knowing. Taking in how he was happy and relaxed and savoring this morning like a priceless treasure to his soul. My own treasure still drumming against my hearing as I basked in this perfect moment. Until a deeper want had me finally move.

Vash blinked to look down at me when I gave a heavy sigh of air. His smile growing warmer as he saw my eyes were on him. That chuckle rich and full to have the sound vibrate over his ribs along with his heartbeat. Words of pure love washing over his ribs and lips. "Good morning. Did you sleep well?" My chuckle escapes as I wrap my arms around his waist to press myself as close to his front as possible. Which forces Vash to shift so I'm laying on top of him as he lays down fully onto the warm rocks. My words given against his chest for me to blush with both warmth and desire. "Yes. I had the perfect sonnet to savor as I dreamed of us. Your heart makes beautiful music, love."

That heart beating against my ear gave a very noticeable skip before the pace resumed in a heightening confession of emotions. Vash squeaking to blush as his flesh hand wove his fingers into my hair at the back of my head. "Mayfly. Stop it, would you? Being so flirtatious and romantic right out the gate like that. I don't think my poor shy heart can take such a thing this early in the morning." My laugh is soft and rich with both love and amusement. My arms tightening around Vash for him to hug me just as close. My words melted and breathless as my own heart begin to race. "I'm just as weak to such if you were doing the flirting. Actually, I might be even more affected by my words that you." Vash paused to ask with a teasing tone, "Oh really?" I leaned my head to expose my neck more in offering. So Vash took my hint to place his fingers to my neck. His whistle soft as he grinned with that devious glint. "You weren't kidding. Makes me think we should start our morning with something extra special..."

My huff for air is heated as Vash moves us so he might capture my attentions with a slow kiss. Another soon making me squeak when his prosthetic hand tickled at the base of my spine. So I grinned to kiss Vash back with all my love and devotion I held for him. The two of us kissing and panting for air as the minutes ticked by. Until we were both gasping and blushing for Vash to ask me with heated begging, "We gonna spend our morning rolling around in the sleeping bag, love?" Which had me nod to shiver all over. "Please."

#Trigun fanfiction #Trigun fic #Trigun fluff romance #Trigun fluff #fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction drabble #fanfic drabble #romance drabble #not sorry just enjoy

[raz-writes-the-thing]

Sweet Like Chocolate (Venom Drabble)

Eddie/Venom x GN!Reader / requests are open

Summary: Venom's enjoys it when you're his host.

CW: fluff, making fun of Eddie

Venom Tag List: (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

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WE ARE NOT A BABY.

You tut and continue about making Venom’s tater tots. It hadn’t really been a genuine thought. It’s just that when you and Eddie trade Venom between you like parents trading a toddler for alone time, it kind of felt that way at times. Not that you were complaining, of course. Any time with Venom piggybacking in your head was time well spent in your own personal opinion. 

It was just a shame that you weren’t a better match. Then he could come around with you more often. But no, that was Eddie’s responsibility, it would seem. 

“I know, V- you know how human brains work. Thoughts just pop in unannounced.” 

I WILL ALLOW IT.

 

You chuckle and pour yourself a glass of wine. A tendril of Venom’s form spreads from your back to put the wine bottle away for you, and you thank him kindly. Checking the timer on the tots, you frown. They were going to be at least another fifteen minutes. 

“What do you want to do tonight, V?” You ask, plopping down on the lounge chair and taking a sip. 

WE WANT TO SPEND TIME WITH YOU. 

You smile softly, and Venom chuckles in your brain in response. That took some getting used to, actually, hearing someone laugh in your mind. But like all things, you acclimated. 

“We’re doing that, buddy,” you reply. 

YOU ARE FAR NICER THAN EDDIE. EDDIE IS MEAN. 

You take another swig of your wine and flick the TV on quietly, flipping through to get to Venom’s favourite channel. 

“How do you mean? Eddie’s a sweetie deep down,” you respond, finally finding the channel and putting the subtitles on for yourself. Eddie was always a sweetie. It was just that he was a bit gruff. Venom grunts. 

EDDIE’S AN ASSHOLE. 

You hear the bathroom door creak open and turn around, seeing Venom’s tendril rooting around in there for something. You don’t question it further than that, knowing that whatever he’s looking for will be found. 

You’re proven correct when the tendril returns with your hairbrush. You dutifully fluff your hair out from the neck of your cardigan for Venom, who hums appreciatively and begins to brush at your hair. 

It’s something he likes to do for you. You’re not sure whether it’s because he enjoys the sensation himself, or whether it’s something he does for you. It could be both, all things considered. Your eyes flutter shut, and you lose yourself in the motions for a few minutes. 

“He can be an ass,” you finally acquiesce. “But he means well.” 

Venom’s head materialises from over your shoulder and faces you. His tendril pauses its ministrations in your hair for a moment, and he appears thoughtful. 

“I suppose,” Venom replies. “We prefer you. Prettier host.” 

You flush pink and brush a hand over Venom’s cheek. Or what would be his cheek, you supposed? 

“You’re a sweet thing, V.” 

Venom nods, ripples of his skin flowing over his form. 

“Like chocolate, yes?” 

You laugh and make to get up when the timer for the tater tots goes off. 

“Like chocolate.”

#eddie brock x reader #eddie brock imagine #eddie brock scenario #eddie brock oneshot #eddie brock one-shot #eddie brock one shot #eddie brock headcanon #eddie brock headcanons #eddie brock hc #eddie brock hcs #eddie brock fanfiction #eddie brock fanfic #eddie brock fic #eddie brock x you #eddie brock x y/n #eddie brock blurb #eddie brock drabble #eddie brock dialogue #venom x reader #venom x you #venom x y/n #venom fanfiction #venom oneshot #venom imagine #venom drabble #venom blurb #veddie x reader #veddie #tom hardy #tom hardy fanfic

[ramonathinks]

(18+, minors/blank accounts dni)

jealous ex husband gojo who just can't keep stand seeing you with someone else. he hates that you gave up on him, hates that you don't wear your ring anymore even though he does and he wears it proudly.

"you have a date tonight, the girls tell me." busted. you cringe and eye you little daughters, only six the both of them but you told them to keep quiet about the situation.

"yes..." you reply, anxiously awaiting his response.

you could just picture his face now, nose a bit flared and lips pursed. with clenched teeth he said, "alright, have fun." but it wasn't that simple.

he always kept close watch on you and it made you nervous with how simple it left the conversation. "well, i could come pick the girls up before then. about 8-ish?" he asks and you say yes before hanging up.

gojo was always too busy which was what led to the divorce. you'd both married young, 20 and stayed together since but when the girls turned 3 you had enough and just left. he wasn't being there enough for you or the girls and it hurt.

when he pulled up you cursed yourself for getting ready so early. your hair in long curls and a knee length skirt with a small slit on the left leg. he didn't bothering knocking or waiting for you to open the door, he had keys and you knew this so you continued with your makeup.

he was standing there watching you but you ignored him. or tried to but he walked closer and closer until he was right in your face. "how beautiful, you are." he held your jaw and forced you to look at him.

"why don't you ditch this date and come with me?" he asked, bringing your lower reign to his. "don't you miss me baby?" he nipped at your skin and the memories and feelings were coming back.

you had to be strong. you swallowed and pulled his back from you. "you have to stop this, im sure you have someone out there satoru, but she isn't me." you tried to walk off but he grabbed your wrist and brought you to your bedroom.

"y/n, so you think anyone can make you feel as good as i make you feel? don't you know i love you? my feelings never left and i know yours haven't." he rubs you through your panties and kisses you on your lips.

"everything can be different now." he promises, easing his way between your legs. his heavy cock entering you slowly, it was only the tip so far but it was splitting you open. you'd been without sex for two years and now tears were in your eyes.

"you think he can fill you up like me?" he adjusts himself and enters more of his cock into you. he was still so big, you were choking. you could feel him in your tummy and in your throat.

"you're always going to be mine, so stop running." he told you as he jerked his hips. "stop trying to let this go baby?"

"satoru—"

"mommy! the door!" one of the girls yelled.

"shh," satoru brought a finger to your lips and leaned forward to make love to your mouth. it was too much and you both were drooling after just a few minutes, he pulled himself out of you and looked at his wet cock.

"think about what i said." it was hard to forget. you clenched your legs together after you cleaned yourself up, not even wanting to face your date.

not even wanting to face your ex-husband either.

#jjk x reader #gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk smut #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #gojo satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen imagines #ramonaᝰ #jujutsu kaisen fanfiction #jujutsu kaisen drabbles #jujutsu kaisen thirst #jjk thirsts #jjk drabbles #jjk imagines #jjk x y/n #jujutsu kaisen gojo #jujutsu kaisen x you #gojo smut #satoru gojo x reader #gojo satoru #gojo #gojo x y/n #gojo satoru smut #gojo x you #jjk gojo #satoru gojo #satoru gojo x you #gojo satoru x you

[eternalslover]

Bullet train incorrect quotes:

Y/n: Hey I’m about to get in the shower. You wanna join me?

Tangerine: There’s a pistol taped underneath the island in the kitchen. If I ever say no to that question, I want you to shoot me. Aim for the head, don’t stop until I’m dead.

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[typingdyslexiaisathing]

Good Morning, Iruka (Naruto) fic

content: Iruka Umino X reader fanfiction. Romance, established relationship, mature subject of sexual intimacy and making love.

Iruka shifted in the bed to sigh upon waking. Eyes opening to see that the sunrise was just peeking over the horizon out the window. A smile forming on his lips to then have his gaze turn to you. His spouse. His lover. His current pillow as you continued to sleep. The both of you currently barren of any clothes for only the blankets to cover you. Iruka spent a long time watching you sleep. Taking in your features as he listened to your heart beating against his ear. A slow yet beautiful music that had his toes curl. He knew that he didn't have classes today. So he was planning on taking time to rest and spend the day with you. But now he was feeling the deep desire to do something sporadic and bold.

Iruka took great care to turn himself in the bed and place his hands to your waist. The movement having you stir to blink your eyes open and give a drowsy mumble of, "Iruka...?" Yet that was all you were able to get out before Iruka moved to start kissing you. Making you squeak into his mouth for him to smile. His hands tracing playfully up your sides as he kept showering your lips with heated kisses. Pants for air coming from you both by the time he leaned up to keep himself above you and stare at you. Which made you smile back up at him with abiding love and growing hunger. So Iruka smirked to say with molten whispers, "Morning, my sunshine. I've feeling rather ravenous. You sound absolutely wonderful this morning. I think I'll indulge."

So Iruka began the age old dance of making love with you. His movements and touches searing your skin as your hands trailed along his chest. The both of you blushing to start kissing once again. Touching and tasting as the bed gave the softest squeaks under the both of you. The sounds of the birds almost drowning out the tiny sounds of the bedframe. But not the sounds of your words and moans as the two of you made love. Yet neither of you paid any heed as you worshipped each other in the blissful joys of loving and making love. A moment of perfection unrivaled as the sun rose in the distance.

The both of you end up in a tangled mess by the end. Iruka now the pillow for him to be grinning wide. His hair splayed out around his head for you to lean up and snicker at him. A warmth in your voice as you ask him, "What's with that cheeky grin, love? You plotting something else on top of this wake up call?" Iruka shook his head to then laugh. "No. Just enjoying the moment. I have to say that was the best way to wake up. Maybe we should do that every morning?"

#fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction drabble #naruto fanfic #naruto fanfiction #Naruto fanfiction #Naruto fanfic #Iruka X Reader #iruka x reader

[rafesmuse]

cockwarming w rafe but he gives in before reader does?

“just sit still, a’ight? don’t wanna get you all needy f’me right away.“ rafe winks at you, holding your hips firmly to prevent you from moving, seeing who can stay still the longest. you feel so fucking tight around him— the way you’re squeezing him could make him cum instantly, but his ego forces him to put on his best poker face while his blue eyes stare at you intensely.

“you talking to yourself, pretty boy?” you taunt, making him chuckle at your confidence, accepting the challenge as he sits relaxed with you on his lap, knowing he’s going to win regardless. his hands move from your hips to behind his head as he leans backwards with the cockiest smile on his face, gazing up at you.

“i can feel you dripping down my legs, princess, making a fucking mess everywhere, shit.” rafe chuckles before slapping your ass, determined to get you to move first.

“yeah? imagine how good it would feel to thrust up into me right now, im so fucking wet for you.” you whisper the last part as you move your head closer to his ear, causing goosebumps to form all over his body as he feels your hot breath on his skin. he groans as you place soft kisses all over his neck, lightly sucking on his skin, knowing exactly where his sensitive spots are.

“i can feel you so fucking deep inside of me, rafe.” you murmur as you slowly lick from his collarbone to his ear while letting out breathy moans. “don’t�� don’t say shit like that.”

he’s so close— so close to pounding into you right there and then. he gradually starts to lose control, his hands moving back to your hips, gripping the skin so firmly that it’s going to leave bruises for days. you continue teasing him, leaving love bites all over his neck and collarbone before gripping his jaw and kissing him passionately, tongues fighting for dominance as he moans into your mouth.

“fuck it.” rafe snaps, forcefully pulling you from his lap and bending you over on the couch, your head pushed into the cushions as he slips back inside of you in one quick thrust and sets an unrelenting pace right away. “i… i win.” you manage to say in between thrusts as he pounds into you, the tip of his cock continuously hitting your cervix. “yeah? we’ll see who’s winning when you can’t fucking walk tomorrow.”

#♡₊˚ for arina 🍒・₊ #anon #rafe cameron prompt #rafe cameron #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron x fem!reader #rafe cameron x female reader #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron blurb #rafe cameron drabble #rafe cameron concept #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron fanfic #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron fic #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe cameron x you

[thatnewweeb]

Bakugo Katsuki was always insecure about his hands, even if he’d never admit it.

At the start of your relationship, whenever you walked anywhere together, he’d shove his hands deep into his pockets, never giving you any chance to grab his hand.

They’re very rough, they have to be to withstand his Quirk, and he thinks you would hate it. They aren’t comfortable to hold, they might even hurt a little.

Even worse is his overactive sweat glands on his palms. The thought that you might grab his hand and be disgusted by what you felt scared him.

When you asked to hold hands, he told you he didn’t want to, that it was uncomfortable, that he didn’t like any kind of public affection, any excuse to get out of letting you touch his hands.

You always thought it was strange though. After all, he had no problem holding your hand on the way back to the locker rooms after training, even though that was just as public, and surely he would find that uncomfortable too. Sometimes he’d even hold your hand while on dates after coming back from the bathroom.

It took a while for you to realise that he would only hold your hand when he had just cleaned his hands, or if he was wearing thick gloves. When that realisation finally hit you, you figured out why he wouldn’t hold your hands often, even when it seemed clear he wanted to.

After that realisation, you quickly grabbed his hand before he had chance to stuff it into his pocket after class, on the walk back to your dorm building.

He immediately tried to pull his hand away, afraid of your reaction, but you just held on, smiling up at him, acting completely casual. When he realised you weren’t saying anything, he let himself relax a little, but he stays tense.

You talk just like normal on the way back to the dorms, making him relax even more, enjoying having your hand in his, like he’s been wanting since the start.

When he understands that you don’t care about his hands being the way they are, he relaxes completely.

From that day on, he’s constantly got your hand in his.

#bakugo #bakugou #bakugou katsuki #my hero academia #mha #my hero academia fanficiton #mha fanfiction #bakugo katuski #mha bakugou #bakugou x reader #bakugo drabble #katsuki bakugo x reader #bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha #boku no hero academia #bakugo x reader #bakugo fluff #bakugou fluff

[luveline]

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 —send me a shy!reader request for any character (with a plot) and I'll write a >1k drabble

sirius/james introducing shy!reader to remus. and shes just like quiet and in awe, but remus loves it.

luveline's 40k party ☆ tysm for requesting! remus x shy fem!reader

James is used to your personality after months of being your lecture neighbour, unperturbed by your quiet. "It's going to be fun," he promises, handing you a cold glass of cranberry vodka. "They're nice, okay? I won't let anyone irritate you." 

He's hosting a party and had the generosity to invite you round early. He's easing you in, so to speak. It took him two weeks of steady Hellos for you to work up the courage to say Hi back, another two weeks for small talk, a month before you felt comfortable speaking to him first. If you're that shy, a party is basically torture.

"It's not about irritating me," you say. 

"I know, I'm messing." James lists his head to the left. A second later, there's a knock at the door. "Aha. Wait here, shortcake, there's someone I want you to meet." 

"James," you say after him, wet from your glass leaking down to your sleeve, "what?" 

"I asked him to come early and say hello! He's quiet and handsome and you'll love him, just don't stare at his nose." 

What's wrong with his nose? you think, alarmed. 

James opens the door. Two new voices emerge, one scratchy and a little high, the other smoother. "I need to pee so bad," the scratchy one declares, followed by bounding footsteps up the stairs. 

"You alright?" the smoother asks.

You think there's patting, a hug, "I'm brilliant! You smell really nice, Remus, like a garden." 

"Lovely."

"In a good way! Come and meet my Y/N, you remember I told you about her nice gel pens?" 

James leads the smooth-voiced Remus into the living room. You hurriedly put down your drink and stand, wiping your wet hands in your shirt. You cringe at the darkening fabric but hide your grimace as they stop in front of you. 

"Remus, Y/N. Y/N, Remus," James introduces you both. 

Remus has a scar across his nose that seems cruelly cut. There's another beside it that starts in his upper lip, both of which end in his eyebrow. You know how self-conscious it feels to be looked at, so you manage to smile and offer your hand without too much of it. He's handsome with his scars, a nice nose with a ridge and brown eyes the colour of caramelised sugar.

"Hello," Remus says, shaking your hand. His is big enough to make yours feel small. 

"I invited her early because she's more fun than the rest of our lot," James says, throwing himself down on the sofa and kicking his legs out on the coffee table. 

Remus taps your elbow very gently as if to usher you to sit and sits down beside you, enough space to be casual but too little to stop the rampant nerves that blossom in your stomach. 

Remus asks about your life. What you're studying, where you're from, if James is being nice to you. While James is touchy in the rough older brother way, scrunching your shoulder and shaking you when you're not expecting it. Remus is touchy in a different way, you find, almost as if he doesn't know he's doing it. His shoe bumps your shoe, his hand falls down between his outer thigh and your own, his knuckles touching your jeans very lightly. He spins in his seat to talk to you. 

You don't notice other people arriving, nor the scratchy-voiced friends return. All you can do is look up at Remus with wide eyes. Your nerves meld to something warmer. 

"And what do you do?" you ask him. 

He smiles like you've wandered into a secret. "I'm trying to write a book." 

"He's being a bit much," Sirius says to James, the two now loitering in the doorway with matching beers. You and Remus chatter on, unaware of their running commentary.

"It's a very strong reaction. I knew she'd like him, but I didn't think she'd like him like that." James takes a sip of his drink. Remus asks you a quiet question. You duck your head, playing with your sleeves, and Remus, the bastard, ducks his head to follow your gaze, smiling at you all the while. 

James almost chokes, pointing his bottle toward you both as though Sirius isn't already looking. "He's eating it up. I forgot how flirty he is."

"She'll be nice to him, won't she?" Sirius asks, like it's a done deal. To be fair, Remus seems enthralled with you. 

"Definitely. She's very nice. Oh, look, that's sick, she's gonna pass out." James winces as Remus takes your arm into his hand. 

Remus wouldn't do anything cruel, but James wasn't joking when he told Remus that you were exceedingly, achingly shy. He's about to step in and rescue you, but you turn into Remus' touch and pull your leg up on the sofa to make yourself comfortable. Your voice is animated, if quieter than the average person's.

"Woah," James says, beaming.  

Remus flirts almost as a defence, like he wants to get the rejection over and done with so he can move on. You've yet to reject; you're looking up at him in moderate awe, your lips quirked into an easy smile. 

"Boo!" James calls, flicking his bottle cap at Remus, who brushes it away. "Took me three weeks to get a smile out of her," he mutters. "What a dick." 

#remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x fem!reader #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin x you #remus lupin x y/n #marauders era #remus x reader #remus x you #marauders #remus lupin drabble #remus lupin blurb #marauders x reader #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin fanfic #remus lupin fanfiction #the marauders #luveline's 40k party

[yandere-sins]

Imagine getting isekai’ed into otome game as a background character, watching the main character going down routes as you live your peaceful, mundane life, but you’ve unknowingly been going down a route as well, a route for a hidden character that you didn’t discover during your time playing the game.

That character being the reason the game has a dark content warning.

Gosh anon, that idea is so good!!!! I didn't know it would tickle all the right places in my brain, but when I started I couldn't stop lol. Love it, thank you for sending it in ♥

If this had one of these super long titles that are tmi it would be:

I got Isekai'ed into an Otome Game as a Background Character and now I Have to Finish It with the Secret Yandere Love Interest!!

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A serene smile spread over your lips as you watched the two lovebirds in the corner of your coffee shop.

Swirling the milk into a cup, it created a little white heart surrounded by foamy coffee, its aroma drifting into your nose. Had someone told you that the little things like a cup of coffee made with love and care were enough to give you the peace of mind you always wanted in your previous life, you would have laughed at them. For you, it had always been the hustle, the making money, finding a partner, and creating a family. Make everyone proud while being successful, whether it costs you nights of sleep or days without proper meals. But looking at yourself now, it all seemed so far away now, and you let out a content sigh before setting down the cup in front of the customer at the bar. 

"You seem happy today," your regular at the counter noted, picking up the cup and taking a moment to appreciate the aroma just like you had. A smile sneaked onto their lips, too, after they took a sip, and you couldn't help but feel your heart swell with pride and happiness when they gave you a satisfied nod. 

"I am! I'm really getting accustomed to my new life here, it's... been a while since I've been so content."

The truth behind everything that happened to you was something you couldn't speak about lightly. Not when it turned the life you knew upside down, leaving you to start over completely. One day you were an employee of a well-known company, responsible for sales and reports and everything stressful. And the next, you were in your favorite, cozy video game, running the coffee shop the main character liked to visit with all the romance options in the game.

Isekai was the genre that came to mind when you thought about your situation. Luckily you were spared the memories of your death in the real world, the circumstances blurry as you barely remembered going home late from work, only to wake up in this very different universe. Perhaps you were just comatose, and this was a dream. Still, by now, you had managed to slip into your role as the barista of the small coffee shop, a barely mentioned background character, just fine.

Your eyes jumped back to the couple in the corner, giggling and teasing each other over a group project, and you felt an immense relief you weren't reincarnated as the main protagonist and had to go through the years of studying and trying to establish connections with the love interests again. You already did that in your old life, and it wasn't as romantic and fun as the game made it out to be. You only played it because it got your mind off things, the art was pretty, and it had the exact amount of cozy time management you needed to relax. But living as the main character in it? No, thank you!

"Jealous?" your regular teased, and you chuckled, shaking your head. They tapped their—now empty—cup, and you took it from them, replacing it with some water until you had the next cup of coffee ready for them.

"I just think it's cute. I never had someone so interested in me they'd take me out for coffee and share their cake with me when I was younger."

Your words tasted a little bitter on your tongue. Still, you genuinely couldn't wish for anything but the main character's happiness. It was just the feeling of being loved, desired, and wanted that you missed, even though your new life was more than satisfactory despite you feeling a little lonely sometimes.

"Well, it's never too late to start," they chuckled, taking up their fork and cutting off the tip of their strawberry shortcake, including the big chunk of strawberry on top, picking it up and holding it out towards you. 

"Oh, I wouldn't dare--"

"I insist! As thanks for the amazing coffee every time I come here."

Nudging your lips with their fork, you let out an awkward chuckle. It was okay, right? They wouldn't sue you for eating the cake they paid for, would they? This was just a silly little game. What could go wrong with you accepting their kindness?

Opening your lips, you let them feed you the cake, taking a moment to let the sweet and fruity notes mix with the fluffy whip cream before you were sent straight to heaven. Not to toot your own horn, but your baking skills had improved so much since you started working at the shop. Who knew you had that in you?

Occupied with the moment of bliss as you let the cake flavor mix in your mouth, you hummed happily before devoting yourself back to making the coffee with a smile on your face. Unaware of your regular fixating on the fork you had just eaten from, staring at it like it was some strange artifact. Your phone dinged softly in its drawer, and you checked it briefly to see the notification pinging up, saying, "Achievement unlocked: Cake-Master - Provide the most delicious cake to your customers."

"Excuse me!" the main character called out to you, stepping up to the counter, and you directed your attention to her, ignoring the little game notification you've been receiving since starting your new life here, the love interest not far away before the two began fighting over who was going to pay the bill this time lovingly. Of course, the love interest won, but you wouldn't have expected it any other way. Seeing the blush on the main character's face after her romance option told her he'd "always take care" of her made you grin like a little fan, and you cheered them on in your head. 

By the time you returned to your regular, their knuckles had gone white with how hard they were gripping the fork in their hand, their eyes following the couple who was about to leave. For a moment, it made you wonder if they had a crush on either of them, their sweet interaction surely uncomfortable if that was the case. But you didn't remember there being a jealousy scene in the game. You'd know, almost playing it 100% before your death. There apparently was a secret route you never got but were trying your hardest to achieve. Now you were left to wonder what it entailed.

But the second you returned, they looked up at you, expression softening and the tension disappearing, and you chalked it up to having witnessed a cringe moment that they had gotten so awkward. "Thank you for the cake, that was really nice of you! Do you want another fork?" you asked and were met with a headshake and a smile. 

They quickly began eating their cake and complimenting your baking skills, stroking your growing ego when they rubbed their belly. 

"I never had a cake that good!" they proclaimed, and you laughed out loud, overjoyed that you had made them so happy. 

"Say..." they suddenly spoke up again, leaning on the counter and watching you with gentle eyes. Your heart set out for a second, tension rising as you didn't know what they were going to ask. Ever since you opened the coffee shop, the main character, love interests, and this regular had come by constantly. If you were honest, you enjoyed their visits more and more. Their presence felt like it belonged here with you, and you were a part of something bigger after all, washing away the small, lonely part of you. 

And maybe... just maybe... this was how your happy end would play out.

"Are you this nice to every customer?"

Halting your movements, you set aside the brew head that you used on the espresso machine, despite having to clean it, thinking about your answer for a moment. It was a strange question to ask someone who worked in customer service. Still, you appreciated your regular, so you didn't want to give them a snarky answer.

"Uhm, well, I am just trying to make everyone feel welcome! But of course, it's a bit different with my regulars! After all, they come here often, like a second family. So I guess I'm a bit nicer because you really get to know and appreciate these people that stay to chat and tell stories."

"I see," they muttered. "Family, huh..."

After that, you suddenly were swamped with sudden orders, excusing yourself to fulfill them, chatting and laughing with even the people that were just passing by. Maybe you really were just nice? Perhaps this new environment had made you more relaxed and gentle than the harsh world you lived in, and it was showing? But their question was shoved into the back of your mind as you kept fulfilling orders and earning your keep.

Once the rush was over, you returned to your regular, only to find their seat empty. Strange, you thought. You could have sworn that you felt their eyes on you the whole time you were away, but luckily, they didn't walk out on their tab, leaving the money and a folded-up napkin beneath their empty cup for you to find. You quickly stored away the bills, trusting your regular with knowing what they had to pay after so many weeks of the same order.

You were about to throw away their napkin when you noticed some red marks on them, unwrapping the paper to find a note scribbled in what you had to assume was ink. 

"You're so beautiful when you laugh."

The surprise wore off quite fast, and you smiled, thinking nothing of it but that it was a nice compliment from your regular. Still, you ended up throwing the napkin away—not knowing if it was dirty, after all—taking the coffee cup and plate to the sink to clean them, overseeing the red tip on the fork that was too dark to be from the strawberry.

The rest of your day was uneventful, and by the time you were closing, you were tired and ready to tug in for the night, wrapping up your business at the shop quickly before walking home. You didn't have a chance to look at your phone since you glanced at the achievement notification, so you took it out, startled when you saw a dozen new messages. 

Achievement unlocked: Happy new life - Be content with your new life

Achievement unlocked: A fork for two! - Share a fork with someone special

Achievement unlocked: Jealousy - Make someone special jealous

Achievement unlocked: Soothing - Calm someone special down with your presence

Achievement unlocked: Family - Have someone be moved by your words

Achievement unlocked: The nicest person in town - Be beloved by all, but especially by someone special

Achievement unlocked: Blood in the cup - Have someone hurt themselves at your coffee shop

Achievement unlocked: Wonder-Barista - Complete twenty orders in less than thirty minutes

Achievement unlocked: Strange compliment - Receive a compliment through unusual means

Achievement unlocked: Blooming infatuation - Have someone special fall in love with you

Achievement unlocked: Shop-Pro! - Close the shop twenty times after making a profit from your work

Achievement unlocked: Tired - Hard workers deserve to relax

You blinked a few times, surprised by what you were reading and a little weirded out by some of these achievements. They gave you some extra coins in your shop till and reputation with the townspeople, so you usually didn't mind them. But to say some of their descriptions were weird was an understatement. You couldn't even remember someone getting hurt at your workplace that day.

By the time you reached your apartment, you decided to ignore the strange notifications and just let the day come to an end with a hot bath and your favorite show. But you were startled when your phone suddenly began ringing loudly, even though you had turned off the sound back at the coffee shop after the first notification. The first messages that appeared before you were more achievements, and you stopped turning the key in your door as you read them.

Achievement unlocked: Follower - Have someone special follow you home

Achievement unlocked: Welcome home! - Arrive at home, not alone

Achievement unlocked: Wherever you go, I'll be watching you - Ɨ ΔΜ ΔŁŴΔ¥Ş ŴΔŦĆĦƗŇǤ ¥ØỮ

Lifting your head, you looked around you, glancing over your shoulder and into the courtyard below. No one was out; everyone was at home eating dinner and occupied with their lives. Confused, you swiped all the notifications away before another pop-up appeared.

ALERT! You're about to enter X's route. Do you want to continue?

> Yes > No

Panicked at this point, you pressed "No," but nothing happened. You kept tapping it repeatedly, not understanding what was happening with your phone. But nothing changed, the notification staying in place. The sound of something breaking inside your apartment tore your focus away from your phone, startling you. 

You must have finally managed to close it, the pop-up disappearing just as you unlocked the door to your apartment, still having held on to the key when you were surprised by the sound. Darkness and silence greeted you from inside, everything seemingly normal.

Majorly confused, you shook your head, slowly entering the hallway leading inside. "Hello?" you called out, reaching for the light switch. The light flickered on, and... there was no one. Holding your breath, no sound reached your ears, and you groaned, realizing you got freaked out about... nothing. 

This wasn't some kind of horror game, and the story never had a murder-solving subplot. True, the ratings for it were kind of strange—it being rated as 18+ on the website—but seriously, what should happen in a cozy little city like the one the game played in? You didn't even think they had a police station here.

Pushing off your shoes as you shrugged off the weird feeling from before, you walked up the hallway to your living room, turning on the light before coming to an abrupt halt. There were broken pieces of glass underneath your living room window, but what really freaked you out came into view only when you lifted your head. You could look into the mirror of your cabinet door from your position, red marker dripping from it as if someone had hastily scribbled on it just seconds ago. You weren't sure it was a pen anymore, judging by its deep red color and the fluidity of it.

"𝘪 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺"

Your phone pinged.

Achievement unlocked: 

On the Highway to Hell - Unlock the secret route

#isekai #yandere isekai #yandere!isekai #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere fanfiction #yandere writing #yandere stories #yandere oneshots #yandere oneshot #yandere drabble #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #Yandere TW

[ssahotchnerr]

okay but when the team actually starts calling the reader and aaron mom and dad behind their backs and one day someone lets it slip out in front of them??

i just… aaron’s reaction?????

the parentals

i love this dynamic SO MUCH cw; fem!bau!reader, established relationship, fluff <3

as you and aaron entered the bullpen, you were both quick to notice the others huddled around spencer's desk, surely for a new session of physics magic.

a smile immediately twitched at aaron's lips, tossing you a mischievous look. as long as it didn't make a mess, or a disruption - per his and reid's previous discussions - he really didn't mind the recurring demonstrations.

but would he ever miss an opportunity to get the blood rushing in this scenario - never.

"be nice." you teased, laughing softly under your breath as you followed him over.

"i'm always nice." aaron playfully insisted, those brown eyes flickering in that way that just melted your heart. "what do you mean?"

"better be careful," emily's warning came into earshot as you neared, completely oblivious to the two of you - the timing just perfect. "or else dad's gonna ground you."

aaron's expression quirked at the title, his eyebrows lightly furrowing.

"oh please," spencer said, his fingers making quick work of whatever the experiment happened to be. "he's too busy with mom-"

jj's eyes happened to lift right at mom, made direct eye contact with you, and immediately choked back a laugh. some horror timidly filled her eyes, and she didn't cover up her sound too adequately. it caused the others to instantly look up too, and freeze.

"busted." jj mumbled, her gaze finding the ground.

aaron's smile resurfaced, crossing his arms. his tone was playful, yet confused and utterly amused nonetheless. "dad?"

spencer flushed. "uh..."

"oh c'mon. cut the crap." emily interrupted with an eye roll, looking between the two of you. "like it's not shocking at this point. just look at what the two of you were about to do, lecture us-"

"hey no," with a laugh you cut in, arching an eyebrow. "i don't lecture."

"exactly. he does," emily crossed her arms also with a smitten smirk - her point thoroughly exhibited. "you're the flexible one. see, mom and dad."

"i always thought rossi was dad." aaron expressed openly, a small chuckle shaking through his chest.

"no, you were always dad," jj shook her head, "rossi was mom, until," once again, her eyes found yours, smiling softly this time. "until someone else came around, and took on the role wholeheartedly."

you grinned, exchanging a quick, loving glance with aaron. "what's dave now, then?"

"old."

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