#should be a drabble

[nkogneatho]

can't stop thinking about king!gojo who is so strict and intimidating in his court. the whole kingdom is scared of him. when he walks in the room, the chatters immediately silence as if you could hear even a pin drop clearly. when he speaks, everyone holds their breath and only exhale when the king is done with his sentence. his voice is not loud or hoarse either. it's mellow and alluring. but people know behind that sugar laced voice, is someone who shows no mercy who does him wrong. people have seen him behead his enemies within five seconds in the conversation. he spares none. he is ruthless. but you...

you are his weakness. his queen. no one knows what happens behind the castle's door. no one knows how he gets on his knees, kissing up your ankle to your thigh as he slowly lifts your night gown. no one knows how he is pleading you to let him have a taste of you. kissing it and licking it. nobody knows how their ruthless king has your thighs choking him as he eats you. the same voice that sends shivers down everyone's spine is now begging you to make a mess on his face. if someone were to glance at your window, they'd see his pale face glistening in your juices in the candlelights, blood rushed to his nose and cheeks like he has taken an aphrodisiac. your hands tugging his white strands. you take your hand back before you pull too hard and hurt him but he yanks your wrist forward, placing them back on his head. he looks up at you, parting his face from your core.

"pull till you see tears in my eyes. it is an order."

fuck. king's order. what choice do you have despite following it.

#i should stop yapping about gojo tbh #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #gojo x you #gojo x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #writers #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x y/n #royal au #jjk drabbles #jjk #jjk x you #jjk x y/n

[daisynik7]

Nanami is super into fucking you with his watch on. 

He’ll strip himself completely nude except for his wrist, his fingers massaging your puffy clit until you’re whining against him, already on the brink of an orgasm just from that. He checks the minute hand on his watch, taking a mental note on when you first climax. It’s a fun little challenge he sets for himself: how many times can he make you come within fifteen minutes? Half an hour? A full hour? Sometimes, he takes guesses, and most of the time, he’s right. And when he's wrong, it’s because he makes you come more than he expects you to. Tonight is one of those times. 

He's relentless with his fingers, stroking your pussy up and down, in and out, coated in your arousal. He loves playing with your swollen bud, flicking it until you’re squirming from overstimulation. The slick that gushes out of you is so pretty, all shiny and glossy for him. So inviting for a taste. But no; he’ll resist until he can make you come once more from his fingers. Get you completely soaked so it’s juicy for his mouth. He knows just how much you love coming with his soft lips puckered around your clit, his tongue lapping at your greedy cunt, gaping and desperate to be filled with his cock. By the time thirty minutes pass, you’ve come twice from his fingers, and thrice from his mouth, eating you out sloppily until your limbs feel shaky, body spent but still so needy for him. 

When he finally puts his dick inside you, he uses his watch for another purpose: to edge you so that you can fucking squirt all over him. He pounds into your tight pussy from behind, slamming his hips against your ass, marveling at the way it jiggles with each thrust. You’re moaning from the pleasure, completely fucked out. You want to come again so badly, but he won’t let you. “Not yet,” he growls, turning his wrist to inspect the time. “Be a good girl for ten more minutes, okay? Hold it for me sweetheart. I know you can do it.”

And of course you will, because he’s so encouraging, so sweet, so fucking big inside you, filling you to the brim. When the ten minutes is almost up, he reaches around you, toying with your sensitive clit. You whine, twitching from the sensation, head buried into the pillow, damp with sweat and drool. He leans over you, breath hot on your ear, whispering, “That’s it, honey. Let it all out for me. Make a fucking mess.” 

So you do, spraying him in your juices, spilling onto the sheets below you. He absolutely loves it, seeing you so filthy like this. It’s just what he needs to reach his own orgasm, the one he’s been building up since an hour ago, continuously on the brink ever since your first climax. He comes inside you, stuffing you full of his creamy load only to watch it dribble out slowly as soon as he pulls out. 

His watch is soaked in your essence, but that’s alright. In fact, it’s exactly what he wanted. 

#mdni banner by @/cafekitsune #nanami smut #nanami drabble #nanami kento smut #kento nanami smut #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #nanami x reader #nanami x you #nanami kento #kento nanami #nanami #HELP #I'm so fucking feral for him #I should be asleep but I'm doing this instead LOL #barely proofread so sorry for any typos or errors

[belovedvenom]

got the urge to do the 'orange peel theory' trend with rafe "can you peel this for me?" 

rafe laying on your bed, just minding his business when you come holding an orange next to his face. he doesn't even spare you a glance before muttering "no" concentrating on finishing whatever business he's doing on his phone.

"rafe" you whine, bottom lip pouted. "please?" 

"you're perfectly capable of doing it yourself" “but my nails.. i just got them done, i don’t want to ruin them” his right eye twitches as he ignores you, being his usual grumpy ole self. you huff and attempt to peel the orange yourself, trying to use the pads of your fingers instead of your nails. you don’t notice the side eye he's giving you. tongue in cheek, as he watches you struggle, but just before you can throw a fit, it’s aggressively snatched from your hands making you jump a bit. he sits on the edge of your bed and starts to peel it for you. “thank you rafey” you smile sweetly. "yeah yeah -just need me to do everything for you huh baby” letting out a low chuckle. he finishes and tosses the peel in the trash and hands you the oranges but not before eating a couple making you whine. he tugs you by the hair, bringing your face down to his. “are there any other problems you want me to solve for you?” staring at him with big lovey dovey doe eyes, bottom lip tucked in between your teeth as you shake your head ‘no’. his lips press flat as he hums, tilting his head a bit “a’ight now” lips hovering over yours, he calls you a spoilt brat before puling you into a deep kiss. 

#this is my first time writing for him #is this any good.. should he have been meaner about it. #rafe x reader #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron prompt #rafe cameron drabble #outer banks #drew starkey

[starrystevie]

steve's desperate, okay?

he's officially running late for his first date with linda because he couldn't find his car keys and the shirt he wanted to wear just wasn't working so he had to grab something out of his hamper and throw it on blindly which then messed up his hair and he almost forgot to brush his teeth again but remembered as he opened the front door and-

he only realizes he forgot to put on cologne once he makes it halfway to her house and smells himself. the shirt from the hamper smells stale, not bad, just stale. and steve in his normal, non-rushed state wouldn't have noticed because his trusty calvin klein would have covered it up but today is apparently not a day for things to go right.

with a sigh of frustration, steve pulls into the hook's drugstore a little too quickly and it makes his stomach lurch the tiniest bit before sliding into an open parking sport at the front door. he rushes in, pushing the door open with too much force and books it to the fragrance aisle.

"this is so fucking stupid," he mutters to himself, unable to be heard by any surrounding shoppers over the annoyingly loud jingle playing through the speakers.

steve skids to halt in front of the cologne section, crouching down and scanning quickly over the tester bottles for obsession. once he spots the amber bottle, he yanks it towards himself, spraying as much as he can onto his chest given the awkward angle he's at. as he stands back up, steve pulls his shirt collar up towards his nose and the ball of nerves in his stomach loosens at the familiar smell. he may be late but he feels like he's back in the game.

checking his watch, he sees just how late he is and makes a beeline for the door, nearly running into an older lady with far too many rolls of toilet paper in her tiny arms. as he dodges around her and extends his arm to push open the door, he hears a loud voice over the intercom.

"you're not going to buy anything after stealing cologne?"

steve stops, freezes where he is and frantically turns his head around to spot the cashier grinning at him. he has long hair and a bright red hook's drugstore vest over a denim vest which doesn't look very comfortable. he has chains in his jeans and handcuffs holding his belt closed and a smirk that is trying to kill him and oh-

"wait, stealing cologne?" steve shakes himself back into existence as the old lady pushes by him without dropping a single roll on the way back to her car. "you're going to call me putting on a few sprays stealing?"

the cashier's smile just gets bigger, like a cat hunting down a canary. steve's never felt like a canary before but can't deny that it's an exciting feeling.

"well, on a good day i wouldn't. but i'm bored and you didn't buy a single thing so technically, yes. you're stealing, pretty boy."

steve fights the urge to roll his eyes and put his hands on his hips, so instead he crosses them over his chest, cologne wafting up from the movement and reminding him that he doesn't have time for this no matter how cute the cashier may be.

he makes his way over to the counter, grabs a pack of gum and slams it on the counter. without breaking eye contact with eddie, as his nametag suggests, he throws him a salty smile of his own and pulls his wallet out from his back pocket.

eddie's eyes are a deep brown with a glimmer of something behind them and his hands are covered in rings making his fingers look long and strong. the jeans he has on are ripped on one of the the thighs, showing a hint of a tattoo to match the ones crawling up his arms. steve's no stranger to thinking men are attractive but this guy? he's on a new level. his heart thumps painfully in his chest when eddie's grin grows larger as he watches steve give him a once over. it thumps even harder when eddie gives him a once over of his own.

the clock above the register shows that he's officially 20 minutes late to picking up... laura? lisa?

no, linda. damnit.

eddie looks down at the gum and then back up at steve, quirking up an eyebrow. "i hardly think this monetarily equates to a bottle of cologne but-"

"oh come on!" steve huffs. eddie laughs and it's clear and bright, ringing off the cinderblock walls louder than the annoying jingle that's still playing. whatever fight steve may have had left in him drains away at the sound and suddenly he isn't thinking about the clock anymore. he feels his shoulders fall down to a more relaxed state, feels himself shift his weight on his feet to look more natural than ready to run at a moments notice.

"just kidding, man." eddie rings up the gum quickly and hands it back to steve. "sorry, you looked like you were in a rush. i shouldn't have created a scene just because i'm bored."

steve chuckles. "i'm already supremely late for my date so what's another five minutes. especially if it gets me..." he looks at the gum packet to look at what he even picked up in the first place. "... spearmint freshen-up gum."

"well there you go," eddie says, grin smaller than before, "a perfect thing to get for a date. everyone likes their date to be minty fresh for that first kiss."

it strikes somewhere in steve that he isn't expecting. the beemer is still out in the parking lot running so he didn't have to waste time, his watch on his wrist feels heavy, the scent of obsession overpowering. but he can't make himself move. he wants to stay and talk to eddie, wants to learn about what makes him tick.

"can i borrow your phone?" steve asks. eddie's eyebrows furrow but he reaches for the store phone and places the console on top of the counter.

"for what?"

steve look through his wallet, finding the piece of paper with linda's number on it. holding the receiver between his shoulder and ear, he dials in her number and holds his pointer finger up at eddie, signaling that he'll need a second. steve then brings the finger to his lips and shushes with his cheek pulling up in a smirk. eddie's eyes zero in on the motion and it feels like steve's gone from being the canary back to the cat.

"linda? hey it's steve."

he watches as eddie mouths steve back at him and then nods to himself when he gets the confirmation that it is indeed his name. steve throws him a wink for good measure.

"i know i'm late and i'm really really sorry to cancel last minute but-. oh. yeah, sure. have a good time. okay bye li-."

on the other end of the line, linda slams down the phone without waiting for steve to finish talking and it makes him wince with how loud it is in his ear. he gives eddie a sheepish smile, all toothy and guilt-ridden, and gently puts the receiver back down.

"what was that?" eddie asks with a disbelieving look on his face. steve shrugs.

"she got tired of waiting so she already had another guy lined up to come pick her up."

eddie sucks in air through his teeth and mimes getting shot in the heart. it has steve laughing as he falls over on the counter, hair covering his face. he turns his head to peer up at steve through the curtain of curls, the one brown eye that's visible twinkling in the harsh overhead light.

"was it true love? are you just absolutely heartbroken?"

steve thinks about it for less than a second. watches how eddie curls back up one vertebrae at a time before placing his elbows on the counter and leaning over. watches how eddie's eyes flit between his own and his lips. watches how he focuses on the latter for a little while too long.

"why would i be heartbroken," steve starts. he's being too forward, too brash, but with eddie looking at him that way, he knows he can be. "when you'll probably be on break soon and can make it up to me? you know, for making me even more late and all."

eddie's grin grows wide again. "oh really?"

steve shrugs once more with a playful look of consideration on his face, resting on his elbows to match eddie on the counter. "yes, really. this is your payback for being bored and taking it out on me."

it's later when eddie's on break and steve hasn't left the drugstore in over an hour and they're sitting in his car with bowie playing through the speakers that eddie looks up at him with a look steve knows well.

"you do smell really good, y'know." his voice is softer than steve's heard it all day.

"so are you glad i came in to steal cologne?" steve leans closer over the center console to get into eddie's personal space. there's a hand curling over his bicep and pulling him even closer, their faces only centimeters apart.

"i guess i'll let it slide this time, thief."

and when they kiss for the first time, it tastes like the freshen-up gum they both had been nonstop chewing ever since steve paid for it.

#did drugstores back then have fragrance aisles let alone samplers? who's to say just go with it #inspired by me looking cute for work today and forgetting to put on my perfume and wondering if i should stop in to target on my way in #steddie #steddie drabble #steddie ficlet #steddie headcanon #steve harrington #eddie munson #my writing #steddie fic #is this realistic? absolutely not but ignore that for the blorbos sake #stranger things #stranger things fic

[retquits]

a quick stardew valley ship meme for elliott & farmer dallas! they've been on my mind 💞

blank template under the cut 👇

(from what i researched, this template was originally made by a twt user named senaizuuchan, but their account unfortunately no longer exists 😔)

#my art #stardew valley #sdv fanart #sdv elliott #sdv farmer #farmer dallas #ocs #hrmmm i should really make a ship tag for them too #dalliott #dallas is my most established farmer & i've been writing little drabbles abt him and elliott - they go waaaaay back 🥺

[spamgyu]

nana tour brain rot is so bad because did you guys see when jeonghan kissed mingyu while he was asleep AND MINGYU took jeonghan's hand and placed it on his cheek bc listen

"baby im leaving." she crouched down on his side of the bed, brushing the hair that had fallen in front of his face as slept.

"mmm..." mingyu groaned, cracking one eye open – a soft smile on his lips. "drive safe."

"always." she leaned over, placing a kiss on his cheek.

she was just about to stand from her position when she felt his warm hand wrap around hers, pulling it up to his cheek. "i love you." he hummed, keeping his eyes closed.

"i love you more." her thumb stroking his cheek as she took in mingyu's state. he somehow managed to look so small underneath the covers, despite towering over her when they stood.

she always loved how soft he looked when he slept, fighting the urge to pepper his face with more kisses. she'll just have to do it when she got home.

y/n watched as he pulled the blanked up to his neck, sinking deeper into the mattress. god, he was so adorable.

her heart melted at the sight of his slight pout, a default position his lips went into when he slept, leaning down to place a kiss on his lips. "cute."

his eyes may have been closed but he wasn't asleep, wrapping his arms around her to pull her down. "i was going to let you leave but you're staying." mingyu chuckled, wrapping a leg around her – keeping her from fighting his grip.

"i have work!"

"i make enough money. just stay." mingyu pulled her tight against his chest.

"i– let me call my office."

she never could resist him.

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(for some reason it's not allowing me to tag some who wanted to be added to the perm tag list ... cries... pls check ur settings so i can for future posts)

#guys help i love him #should i just .... die maybe? #spamwrites #mingyu x reader #mingyu scenarios #mingyu drabble #mingyu fluff

[teddybeartoji]

office au! with coworker!gojo

he's the type to always be a little late. by a little, i of course mean a lot. he always bursts in the door with the biggest smile on his lips and four coffees in his hand. he winks at his coworkers, who then always blush and giggle out a hi, satoru! and you always roll your eyes at that. satoru nods his male coworkers, who always try to dap him up and start a conversation but he doesn't have time for that. he has things to do. (as if he isn't literally Late smh)

he answers the guys' question while he's walking – his eyes set on his favourite coworker. you. sitting in your cubicle, you're trying to ignore him and his dramatic enterance. that he does every single day. how annoying can he be? before you can roll your eyes again, a cup of coffee has landed on your table, making you glance over your shoulder.

he's blinding you, his grin is stretched so wide it's almost a bit creepy. he's standing right behind you, leaning his hand on your table right next to where he just placed the coffee. he's way too close for a co-worker and you gulp.

ugh.

"aren't you gonna thank your favourite coworker for bringing you coffee? whew, tough crowd, huh." his smile doesn't falter and he just leans in closer, his cologne clouding your senses.

UGH.

and he really does do it every single fucking day. he brings you coffee and he annoys you and he makes your eyes roll so hard you almost go blind and you hate to admit that he's kinda cute... it's whatever.

back to the coffees. so one of them is for you – he knows your order because he dug out the receipt from your bag when you weren't looking on his second day there. he almost got caught, too. but he only did that because you didn't wanna tell him your order!! and he was so insistent on bringing you coffee that he just had to find another way. he loved the way your eyes widened and how you tried to mask your surprised expression but nothing gets past his keen eyes. when you asked how he did it, he just told you that he guessed it. yeah, right....

the second coffee is for him. it's an insanely sweet latte. how do you know? he made you try it. more liked begged for you to try it. you also hate to admit that his puppy-dog eyes worked on you... he only drinks the special latte from the corner coffee shop and he refuses to drink the office "coffee". he's fancy like that.

the third coffee is for his second favourite coworker – kento nanami! they sure make an interesting pair. kento is the main reason why satoru even got the job. the latter begged him to pitch for him to the boss; he was so excited by the concept of Office Work and just had to try it out. he, of course, passed the interview with flying colors and kento regrets his decision to "help" him out in the first place. satoru yaps his ears off whenever he isn't doing the same to you and he's constantly leaving little notes for the man. you once saw one and it just had a miniature penis drawn on it. very mature.

and the fourth coffee is for your boss. satoru isn't sucking up like you originally thought he was. you think he just wants to bring her coffee? your boss is cool – she's in her forties and she has a strong voice, everybody always listens to her and she really does make for a very good boss. your guess is that satoru has a crush on her. (you're wrong. he also just thinks she's super fucking cool. literally nothing else to it.)

he's always wearing a fancy white button-up with a black tie loosely hanging around his neck and a pair of matching black slacks that hug his thighs so nicely that the women and the men of the office are always finding it hard to not stare at them. he gets an obnoxious ego boost from this.

he's constantly leaning on other people's desks, pushing his hips out and it really is hard to concentrate whenever he does it. the pose and the smug smirk he sends you when he catches you looking is making you feel hot. he always catches you too, it's so annoying. why can't he just continue doing whatever he's doing so you can admire him in peace?

he's loud, he's annoying and he's so fucking good at his job that firing him couldn't even be a passing thought. he actually does his paperwork rather fast; often finishing before you and that gives him the time to tease you for being slow. he does that way less than you expected though. only a few times in a day – enough to annoy you but never enough to actually make you upset or angry. he actually helps you sometimes. he can tell you don't wanna ask and he doesn't wanna make you feel bad - he'd rather watch you roll your pretty eyes at his stupid jokes with a small hidden smile than roll them with a deep frustrated sigh. he learned that the hard way.

he loves your smile. more often than not you can't keep the straight face you try to put up with him, making your loud laughter resonate throughout the whole office. oh, how his eyes shine at that.

long story short. he's infuriating. he's funny. he's way too good at his job. he's way too handsome. you loathe working with him and yet, you can't stop smothering him in kisses whenever you two "happen" to meet in the printer room.

#coworker!gojo my favourite silly guy #LIKE HE'S WAYYY TOO GOOD-LOOKING #ILLEGAL #IT SHOULD BE ILLEGAL #HOW IS ANYBODY SUPPOSED TO WORK IN THESE CONDITIONS SMH #sighhhh #i have more for him #bc this au has been living in my head for some time now #he's actually a sweetheart and he just wants to make u smile #what's new #it's not like i write about anything other than THAT #oops? #mickey is daydreaming #angel boy #gojo satoru #gojo satoru drabble #gojo satoru au #gojo satoru blurb #jjk #jjk au #jjk drabble #jjk gojo #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen drabble #jujutsu kaisen au #satoru gojo #satoru gojo drabble #satoru gojo blurb #satoru gojo au

[okkalo]

thinking about rindou who rubs your back as you cry :( he keeps you in a hug, not caring if his shirt gets wet from your tears. he speaks in a mumble, saying things to get you out of your head and make you laugh. he’s never been good at reading you, so he’ll ask you what made you cry after pressing a kiss to your forehead and wiping your tears away for you. he’ll drag you to his bed if you both weren’t already there, bringing you down to cuddle with him as he continues mumbling random thoughts and rubbing your back.

#dude my english teacher got into my head with grammar and comma facts #so i’ve been super paranoid about my grammar now #i want to SCREAM #good luck seeing bigger works from me bc i can’t even text normal now #if schedule works correctly i should be asleep when this posts #IF #rindou x reader #rindou haitani #rindou haitani x reader #haitani rindou #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers drabbles #tokyo rev drabbles

[nonranghaes]

"it's just me."

you barely get a chance to roll onto your back before soonyoung's already climbing onto the bed and somewhat on top of you and your blankets, and it's only seconds later that he crashes. it's far from the first time this has happened (soonyoung is clingy and cuddly, especially when he's sleepy), but he manages to knock the wind out of you nonetheless. he rests his head on your chest, and you wiggle an arm out to curl around him as best as you can in your semi-trapped position.

"soonyoung--"

"just go back to sleep," he murmurs. "everything's fine."

you stroke his hair, thumb dipping down to graze his cheek at one point. "soonie--"

"i mean it," he says, eyes peering up in the low light to see yours. "i'm fine. just need to nap." his hand finds yours, and he wraps your arm around him as he snuggles in. he plants a kiss against your chest before resting his head against it again, eyes fluttering shut. "you can rest a little longer, too."

you settle back down after a moment, arms wrapped around soonyoung as you shut your eyes again. sometimes you swear this tiger is a teddy bear, but regardless of which he is, he's yours.

#nonranghaes.thoughts #seventeen drabbles #seventeen fluff #seventeen x reader #hoshi x reader #hoshi fluff #kwon soonyoung x reader #kwon soonyoung fluff #nonranghaes.svt #hi sorry i just. needed to write something short n soft #tw for medical stuff in the tags but i need to call hospice abt a catheter bc shes... getting weaker ultimately #which. i dont know if i should be Worried or if this is normal for someone in her condition yknow? #we've started tracking how much she eats bc shes never rly ate much like. Ever. and its hard to know when shes fully pulling back from food #most of the time though its just... quiet. she just sleeps a lot. i dont know what to make of it... #anyway sorry for the small vent here im just... getting through it all ig #i need a soonyoung to cuddle with and to help me feel like i can make it through this

[heeliopheelia]

"keep kissing me like that and i'll marry you" (heeseung x reader)

genre: fluff word count: 0.5k requested by @venividibitchin ♡

warnings: swearing, kissing

a/n: i'm writing way too many kissing hee fics lately, is it just me or are they getting repetitive 😭 but whatever, it's actually my favorite dribble i've written so far!! since we can't have hee getting too many fluffy drabbles, tonight imma probably drop an angsty one for a change!! hope you like this one guys too <3

You've always thought that sleepy Heeseung was the most adorable being on the entire planet earth.

The way that his eyes blink heavily, his dark eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks softly. The slow rising of his chest and the occasional snores that slip out whenever he catches himself drifting away despite his will. The way his head lulls to the side and lands on your shoulder when he finally gives up and allows himself to fall asleep.

In conclusion, you love every single fucking thing about sleepy Heeseung.

That's exactly why you can't resist yourself from assaulting your boyfriend's face as he rests peacefully in the crook of your shoulder, warm breath tickling your neck. Slightly pulling away from him, you start with a small smooch to his cheek, following with a trail of pecks down to his chin. As a soft grunt leaves his throat, you take that as a permission to go all in and start peppering his entire face with kisses.

Now, more awake than not, Heeseung lazily pulls you on his lap and leans his head back, wholeheartedly enjoying being on the receiving side of your affection. You don't stop moving your lips across his drowsy features, lips grazing all the way from the tip of his ear to his sharp jawline.

After teasing him by only kissing the corners of his mouth, you finally press your lips to his fully, relishing in the muffled sigh he lets out. You slowly drag the kiss out, moving sloppily as your fingers play with the hair on the back of his head.

Heeseung hums lowly. "Keep kissing me like that and I'll marry you," he blurts out into your lips, hands kneading your thighs absentmindedly.

Feeling your heart halting in your chest, you pull away slowly, not sure whether you should actually take his words into consideration or it's just the tiredness speaking through him right now. You look into his eyes, only to find his unwavering gaze already set on you.

"Wait, are you serious?" You ask, hands moving to brace on his shoulders.

He only chuckles softly, nuzzling your cheek before finding your lips again. "Yeah, dead serious. Would you want that too?"

You feel the hot rush of adoration for your boyfriend running through your veins and before you can even process the situation soberly, you're nodding your head happily. "Yeah. Very much."

A wide smile stretches Heeseung's lips. "Then it's settled. We're getting married tomorrow."

You snort, pinching his ear gently. "Where? In a fucking Elvis chapel?"

"For all I care, it could even be this godawful Chinese restaurant we went to last week. Now that you agreed, I just wanna wife you up already."

You can't help but giggle out of the buzzing giddiness inside of you, wrapping your arms around his neck as you bury your face in his chest. "Alright, yeah. Okay," you stumble out.

"Okay?" He repeats after you, making sure he's not lovesick enough for his delusional mind to just imagine you saying that.

But when your hands squeeze his t-shirt tightly, he knows he wasn't just dreaming it all and you're right here actually accepting his bizarre proposal.

"Okay."

permanent taglist: @bambisgirl @arizejkt19 @luvmura @milisabunny @cathy-1997 @venividibitchin

#it's nearing 3am rn in here someone take my phone away #i should probably stop bitching about my sleeping schedule when i actually make no attempt to fix it 😴✋ #carly's 1k event ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა #1k event: requests ✎ #enhypen imagines #enhypen x reader #enhypen fluff #heeseung x reader #lee heeseung x reader #heeseung imagines #heeseung drabbles

[moviestarmartini]

coming up to jude running a hand around your pregnant belly, trying to hide your smile as you go “babe, the baby is craving something weird today.” he can’t see through the act right away, instead just looking up from his phone a bit concerned. “yeah? what is it?” he’s already getting up to go to the store. without missing a beat, you respond: “a pink porsche.”

he blinks several times, he places his hand under his chin and starts brushing the hairs. you laugh as he opens his mouth and closes it again, unable to come to a conclusion. “maybe after our girl comes.” he nods, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “what are you actually craving though?” and yet again, without missing a beat: “smashed burgers. with unlimited fries.”

#i think i should get a tag for drabbles but eh #inspired by that tiktok trend #tiktok is my biggest source of inspiration tbh #jude bellingham #jude bellingham x y/n #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham x you #jude bellingham blurb #ALSO the fries thing is from a popular place in madrid !! #i forgot the name rn but gosh it’s so appealing rn

[nixoon-again]

This was a bad idea.

Sonic usually prides himself in his chill and easy going nature and his calm demeanour, it's not really that easy to get him riled up. He doesn't like being angry either, his love for freedom includes feeling free too — not burdened down with some infuriating people and their meaningless rants or whatever engaging acts they participate in and absolutely not any of it being given more than a second long stay in his mind, no. Sonic doesn't like that. He prefers to stay clear of such things as much as he can. 

If the bulging vein on his forehead has to say anything, unfortunately, this is not one of those situations where he can just up and leave.

No because he's stuck here, forced to sit around this stupid dinner table by the absurdity of the situation. Really, how did he even get here? Why did he let it get to this point? When has Sonic ever conformed to the groundless rules of a stupid village to solve a problem before? Why was this one any different? In fact, by all logical means, Sonic shouldn't even have bothered to ask these villagers for anything at all. He should've gotten the work done and over with, giving very little — which is none — thought to the customs and formalities of these absolute nutcases.

This is Westside Island after all.

He shouldn't have expected anything else from these guys.

Sonic knows very little of what these lunatics did to Tails in his earlier years and what he does know of it already makes him want to burn the entire village down. Right now? The urge is stronger than ever.

Today he has learnt a lot more about what exactly they did to his little brother than he has in the four years of knowing and raising Tails.

The only thing keeping Sonic from lashing out right now is his little brother's small hand resting on top of his own.

He doesn't know how Tails is keeping his composure right now because Chaos knows Sonic's ever-deepening scowl is going to become something these people are always going to associate him with. The kid is acting like the constant insults and accusations don't even affect him — which is, yeah, good! They shouldn't because they're meaningless lies hurled at his way by people who don't even possess a quarter of his IQ. But this is getting out of hand and Sonic doesn't know how long he can tell himself that these words don't matter because they're not aimed at him, they're aimed at his little brother.

His little brother who just so happens to be the smartest, kindest, bravest person in the whole world. His little brother that these people abandoned as a literal baby, starving and abusing him to the point Sonic still has damage left to undo after all these years. His little brother who he will not hear any foul words about.

Tails’ grip on his hand tightens.

He must've noticed the hedgehog's quills sharpening. The kit's signalling him to calm down.

Right… He can't let his anger overcome him now. Not after they're so close to finishing their job here and going back home, hopefully never having to even look in this place's general direction again. He can't forget the actual reason he agreed to talk with these people; to get information since the duo aren't allowed to investigate the situation freely as outsiders.

Fate must really hate Sonic though because it just so happens to be that the guy who can actually give them any valuable information is someone Sonic never thought he'd ever come face to face with in a million years.

Tails’ father.

(He cringes internally, oh how wrong it feels to refer to the man as his kid's father.)

The resemblance between father and son is uncanny; no matter how much Sonic tries to tell himself this guy is just another fox, he can never convince himself as such. Not when he has the same ocean blue eyes, sparkling with wisdom and tactic. The same shade of orange fur dissolves into dark browns and blacks at the tips of his ears and between his eyes. The way he talks, the way he sits, the way he moves and the way his singular tail swishes behind him gently. His voice, his manners, his accent, his tone — it's all Tails.

It's infuriating. 

It feels unsettling.

Because this man is so unlike his little brother that he feels uneasy under his gaze, that shade of soft blue doesn't deserve to hold such contempt and malice in it. His facial features resemble Tails’ so much and yet he scowls and sneers where the kit is always laughing and smiling — the man may be related to his little brother and his little brother may have gotten his appearance from the older fox but there's definitely a stark contrast between them. The difference between one's unforgiving cruelty and the other's mellow kindness is shocking when placed side by side.

“That's the most I can tell you at this hour,” the man says as if he's granted them great knowledge when barely any of what he just said was something other than an insult directed towards Tails, “I wish I could do more to help you but as the village's rules stand, there's very little I can allow you to do here when you've brought that thing along, Mr. Hedgehog.”

For whatever reason, people on Westside Island like to tell Sonic that they would've helped him as much as they can if it wasn't for the fact that he brought his partner with him. They're so adamant that everything would've been such a streamlined process if it was only Sonic asking to investigate the village. 

As if.

He knows talking back to the man would later have Tails scolding him but the temptation is too great to not jab at the nonchalant fox, “You know, maybe you wouldn't have all these problems suddenly spiking up if you didn't treat a literal child like some thing to be disposed of.”

“I believe you don't understand our history at all.” The guy has the audacity to sigh, “Treating a curse as a child is welcoming death with open arms. In fact, I believe all these problems are suddenly spiking up because you decided to bring that freak back here.”

And oh boy, that makes Sonic’s left eye twitch in a way that gives away the fact that he's about to throw hands.

He would've too, if it weren't for the sudden surprise of Tails standing up to his father.

“I'm not a freak…” His voice is small, but so so certain and it makes Sonic's heart swell with pride. A small smile graces the hedgehog's muzzle as he gives Tails’ hand a squeeze.

Unfortunately, the moment is short lived.

Because of course Tails’ father has something to shoot them down with again.

“And is that why your mother died, Miles? Is that how you're going to kill Sonic too?”

The room goes silent.

Sonic feels Tails' vice-like grip on his hand tightens to the point it must've hurt at those words. He can feel the kit's claws through his gloves, as he holds Sonic's hand like his life depends on it.

Instinctively, Sonic turns his head just enough to take a look at the younger boy sitting to his left.

Tails has his head hanging low, his bangs cast a shadow upon his eyes but Sonic still catches sight of big, fat tears rolling down his muzzle.

And that's it.

That's the final straw.

Sonic doesn't know what overcomes him next.

His mind goes blank for a moment as his body moves on its own, taking his hand away from Tails and putting his entire weight into his fist as his curled up hand connects with the older fox's jaw with such force it knocks him out of his chair, leaving him disgracefully sprawled on the wooden floor. A pained noise escapes the man as he crashes down with the chair he's been sitting on and oh, is it music to Sonic's ears.

The older fox holds his muzzle, his glove staining red as Sonic takes a slow and calculated step forward — a dangerous aura surrounds the hedgehog, emerald green glinting with so much hatred and ill intent that it sends shivers running down the man's spine.

Sonic raises his fist again and Chaos knows he wouldn't have let the fox scramble with just a few punches, he doubts the man could even get up on his own after what Sonic wants to do to him but fate seems to be in the fox's favour as Tails grabs Sonic's upper arm and effectively pulls him back.

“Sonic, stop it!” The kit still has tears in his eyes, his voice cracks a bit but he manages to mask it well in favour of stopping his older brother from possibly committing first degree murder.

Tails drags Sonic back to his side but the hedgehog still has his murderous glare fixated on the older fox who has barely managed to even sit back up on the floor.

“That's enough, we're leaving. Come on.” Tails speaks fast, his eyes dashing between Sonic and the door as takes a big step and tries to pull his older brother with him. Except Sonic doesn't budge, still glaring down at his father who has denied to match him with one of his own. Tails looks at the hedgehog, almost pleading if it weren't for his stern tone, “Sonic.”

The addressed hedgehog opens his mouth to say something, seemingly to the older mobian but decides against it when he feels Tails pull at his hand again.

Sonic lets out a huff, brows knitting.

He disregards his anger and frustration to listen to Tails — Tails wants to leave, he's clearly too uncomfortable in here for Sonic to be pulling these stunts.

“Let's go.” Sonic says, interlocking his fingers with Tails’ as they both leave the place.

Mr. Prower thinks things would've been better if Sonic didn't bring Tails with him? If it weren't for Tails, Sonic would've made sure Tails actually didn't have a father anymore.

#sonic the hedgehog #miles tails prower #drabble #sonic should murder people for his lil guy i think #if you see mistakes no you dont

[taintedcigs]

i know some ppl hate it but i love 'stevie' SOO much. and i know he'd just blush the cutest pink when you called him stevie... squirming in his place by how much your little nickname turns him on... because he loves to hear you whine 'stevieeee!!!' whenever he teases you, just by a slap on your ass, or when his hand lands on your thigh whenever he's driving, a harsh grip on your inner thigh slowly travelling up, or when he 'accidentally' presses your ass against his bulge when hugging you from behind, OR OR when his hand wanders to your panties while the two of you are out to dinner with friends.

he loves the way that nickname leaves your glossy lips whenever you're trashing beneath him, begging him to fuck you faster, deeper. wanting nothing more than to be filled to the brim. he loves the way you utter it in such a lewd way while giving him those doe-eyes, begging for him to fuck your throat, he loves the filthy smile you give him as you say it. but he especially loves sliding his cock down your throat, hearing your muffled 'stevie' while you beg for him to cum down your throat. and he loves it even more, once the two of you are fucked out, laying next to each other, and you whisper, 'i love you, stevie' he gives you a sloppy kiss on your forehead, arms securely wrapping around your waist, bodies tied to each other.

'love you more, angel,' he murmurs into your hair, he's your stevie, and you're his angel.

#steve harrington blurbs #idk this is stuupid #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington drabbles #steve harrington smut #does this count? i think it should

[starrystevie]

modern steddie au where steve is a pop star that is known for writing slightly gender ambiguous lyrics but dates new ladies monthly and eddie is a music reviewer on youtube that breaks down all of steve’s queerest songs to prove that he could actually have a chance with him. like just imagine eddie fighting for his life in the comments against all of steve’s fans debating whether him saying “he” during a live performance was intentional or just a bad recording.

and then when it comes out that yes, steve is queer and yes, he knows about eddie and hell yes, he would go on a date with him, eddie's comments explode with people still arguing about the validity of it all. but then after a few months, eddie and steve break the internet with a simple 5 minute youtube vid confirming that they are indeed seriously dating and steve has to keep reminding eddie to wipe the smugness off his face and to stop saying “told ya so” to the viewers.

#this kinda popped off a bit on twt so i figured i should put it here too to keep everything in one place #my writing #steddie #steddie headcanon #steddie drabble #modern steddie / pop star steddie aus my absolute beloved

[sublimetragedychopshop]

TW: self-deprecating??, harrassment, stalker, yandere struggles, (I think that’s it?)

I can’t imagine the hell that it would be of having a yandere that is 100x out of your league. Like just imagine being a normal ass joe, nothing going on in life, no big group of friends, no exciting qualities, nothing to offer ANYONE. And here comes this god like figure- waltzing or barging into your shameful life and going “I am entranced by you, so deeply and utterly enraptured that you haunt every aspect of my existence. I have killed and maimed for you… allowing me to be yours is the only thing I wish for. The only thing I desire. Please, please just allow me to bask in your presence for the rest of my life..”

I’m getting mad just thinking about it, like how would someone even respond to that!? They let themselves into your shitty apartment (with a spare key they finessed from your landlord) they have the GALL to sit on your bed after being caught shamelessly snuggling under the covers, all model like?? Telling them that you’ll call the cops so that they leave but knowing in your heart that the police would arrest YOU before they accuse someone as godly as THEM! of course this doesn’t faze them. Though the sadness on their face is evident. Somehow you get them to leave and think that will be it for forever…

Until now you can see them clearly, everywhere you go. If you go to a coffee shop they’ll arrive 2 minutes after you and just sit across from you as long as your there. Your best bet is ignoring them because if you tell a worker of this person “harassing” you then you’ll just get a “really bitch??” Look and told to not disturb THEM! They even walk right next to you on the sidewalk, other people simply stopping to stare at their beauty and aura while you just grit your teeth and try to walk faster. Some brave ones stop them to ask for their number or if their single, only for them to wrap an arm around your own and tell them that their dating you. They are OBVIOUSLY with YOU. So why the FUCK is this trash asking dumb questions?? It gives you second hand embarrassment and your self esteem goes in the shitter when others just give that disbelief look and reluctantly leave it at that. If you try and buy anything they will just whip out their black card and pay for it instead nor matter your protests. If you say something like “hey don’t spend money! I can buy my own things!” They look you straight in the face with zero hesitation and just go “I know you can, but I want to spend money on you. All my money is YOURS. You are still using YOUR money.” Bro at this point I’ll make them take me to the Gucci store or sum.

Someone that is the EPITOME of peak human desire. An irresistible face and body, black cards in their pockets, mansions, sports cars, high paying job and famous people for “friends”. They are what hustle culture people DREAM to be, so why would they be interested in you? Why do they act like you’re the one doing THEM a favor by just existing? Why do they look at you so lovingly when masses stare at them with the same look? Why get so jealous and overprotective when you show basic human decency to others? As if you were some Hot shot movie star!

And the worst part is, when they do creepy gross stalker shit it doesn’t even seem like they are the one being weird. If you bother entertaining them at a cafe and leave for the bathroom, you’ll most likely come back to them with your used spoon in they mouth.

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Btw no one is how I portray reader in this lil scenario. EVERYONE is exceptional and wonderful and beautiful In their own way! Just cuz u can’t see doesn’t mean others don’t either. This was more of something I wrote when I was going through it.

#yandere #yandere x you #yandere shitpost #yandere imagine #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere ramblings #yandere scenarios #yandere x willing reader #yande.re #should I start leaving TW’s for my writing BS?? #this is more of a lil Drabble?

[emile-tb]

(CW - Body horror and disturbing imagery under the cut!) Art dump ^_^ Narrators featured! Mantra - @deviousnarrator Moss - @lilydoesdrawsometimes

#tsp #tspud #the stanley parable #tsp narrator #tsp stanley #tsp timekeeper #paraverse #narratorverse #AAHH I'M ALIVE I PROMISE #I can't guarantee that I'll be super active BUT I'll still pop in here and there with some art #I also got a new drawing tablet #so my productivity should be a bit better now lol #<33 #emiletb ramblings #my art #EmileTB art drabbles