#「 drabble 」

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

Could u please do a smau where the jjk men like snap at y/n

The JJK men snap at you

Tags: jjk men x fem!Reader, smau, angst, hurt/no comfort, jjk men being assholes

An: I left Choso and Nanami out because I honestly didn’t want to think of a scenario where either of them would snap at the reader 🥲

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 - Satoru, Suguru, Toji, Sukuna

[superbat-love]

Bruce: Hey everybody! I’m back~

Green Lantern: Oh god. Who let this menace in?

Martian Manhunter: The man did sponsor this place.

Bruce: Greenie! You didn’t tell me you got engaged! [holds up his ring] Oh, this is beautiful. Who is your jeweller? I should totally get myself one too.

Green Lantern: Hey, give that back! [snatches the ring from him]

Bruce: Fine, gatekeep all you want. I’ll just ask the other Green Goblins. [tries to light up a cigar]

Green Lantern: No smoking in the Watchtower!

Startled, Bruce fumbles with his lighter. It falls onto a stack of paper, which catches on fire. Martian Manhunter runs out of the room screaming. Green Lantern quickly extinguishes the flames with his ring.

Green Lantern: Shit, those were Batman’s reports. He’s gonna kill us. Wayne, I think it’s best that you leave.

Bruce: [pouting] But I just got here.

Superman: Mr Wayne.

Bruce: Supey baby! Great work today! You must be thirsty after working out those buns of steel for the cameras, so I brought you some tea.

Superman: Thanks, but I think I’ll pass on the suspiciously glowing green tea. Perhaps we should talk in the meeting room?

Bruce: Should have just told me you wanted me all to yourself… [tosses the drink into the hazardous waste bin and wraps his arms around Superman] Take me away, big guy!

Green Lantern: And don’t come back!

Superman: [sighing as he carries Bruce out of the room] Bruce, is it really necessary to do this every month?

Bruce: Hmph. The lack of vigilance is unacceptable. I should hold a refresher course on security measures again.

[kryptznnn]

♛- Could've fooled me

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➸ INTERESTS; -timeskip/pro-hero!katsuki bakugo x f!reader

➸ BACKGROUND; - Little drabble/blurb about Bakugo, and how much he claims to hate you. Considering you as someone who's nothing, but an obstacle for him, but like all obstacles you constantly get in his way, and he loves it.

➸ WARNINGS; - wc.1k, mentions of hatred/dislike, indecisiveness, romantic and sexual tension, smut, p in v, oral sex f!recieving, masturbation m!engaging, kissing, orgasms (both f and m engaging), mentions of arguing, hating/disliking to liking/loving relations.

➸a.i; - omg new blurb everyone wake up eek, working on 3 masterlists rn so sad eugh, but i hope u guys enjoy.

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Katsuki hates how much you tail or tag around him, no matter how many times he's told you to leave him alone you just keep coming back.

Katsuki also hates the amount of attention you attract whenever you're out, whether a small story the girls are bringing up about random people approaching you, or even if he's stuck in a situation with you himself. He knew better than to bring it up to your attention through an argument though, you can't help who you attract. He just considers you lucky that he's always there at the right times.

He despises how kind you are, it almost seems as if you do it to mock him. You're not nice, but kind, kind to random people you've met, people you've had issues with and even him. It bothers him more like anything before, maybe it's because he believes he's the only person that should be getting that attention.

He isn't fond of how much you two share in common aside from your opposite attitudes. It's almost as if you two were meant to clash with one another. Arguments would always disperse between the two of you, and honestly, it fired him up in a way even he wouldn't expect.

He hates how he's back at his place now, his sweatpants pulled down to his thighs as his wifebeater was now rolled up over his belly button. His breath hitched as he was 'relieving himself of his anger' from your argument prior. He wasn't sure if he was going crazy or was just too caught up in the moment, but when he pictured you on your knees with your mouth wide open it sent him straight to climax, huffing and grunting softly to himself.

Don't get Katsuki started on the entire phrase others repeat to him. 'Opposites attract', he finds it a bunch of bullshit, he hates how often he hears it. Even if whatever he felt for you was what everyone else thought there's no way it was reciprocated. From all of his messes he had to clean up (like last night's mess) there was no way he'd take the risk.

He hates how he wasn't able to realize it sooner, your small remarks and subtle comments were pointers. You did reciprocate whatever he was feeling towards you, and he knew that by how much you were babbling underneath him while he fucked you.

Katsuki loves how you feel around his cock, it's like you're trying to suck him in any deeper from the inside. There wasn't any deeper, his breath was ragged as you were a moaning mess by how his tip kissed your cervix with every thrust.

"Katsuki please, I- ah, I can't" you cry. Oh, he loves how much you try to fight him over it, it's practically making him harder than he was. He could tell you were close; no one just denies their pleasure if an orgasm isn't close.

He's quick to lift up one of your legs, pressing down on the back of your thigh as he pistols himself within you now, your cries getting louder as your clawing at his shoulders and back now. He hates how easily whipped you are for him, one minute you invite him into your place and the next your spread out on your couch.

He hates that you attempt to cover your mouth while he's drilling you so quickly, you're sure that the condom he has on will either snap or come off. He's quick to grab your hands and hold them over your head with his much larger one.

He doesn't like how good you feel now, because now he's getting vocal. He hates being vocal more than anything, and with the other girls he's fucked it hadn't been a problem until right now with you. The way you were biting and clawing at him made something in the pit of his stomach flutter, maybe it was something he ate.

He loves how you kiss him when you come undone, biting his lip softly as you whine and twitch through your orgasm. His thrusts becoming sloppy after your orgasm. You now applied pressure and spoke him through his own orgasm, and even clamped down on him, and it wasn't helping.

He likes the fact that he's doing this to you, that this moment is being shared between the two of you. At first when you two started you admitted out of shame this was your first time, he only looked at you in awe, to him this was an honor.

He hated how much you squirmed and moved around when he ate you out when you started. His tongue never leaving your clit as he dug his fingers deep into you, one by one. He wanted to keep you still, he didn't like how you pushed and turned, but it was all worth it when he made you cum, the first time out of many for the night.

"Ha, are you close? Your- mmm, you're going faster" you moan into him, as he buries his head within your neck and nods slightly. He isn't a man of many words, the two of you knew this already, but for you he wanted to. Maybe the thought was stupid or funny to ridicule him for, but he wishes for this moment to never end, and he hates that.

Katsuki was just on the edge, no words were shared between you two, more importantly him, as he climaxed. His grunts and breathing were as heavy as ever as he cradled into your shoulder, you only rubbed his back and moaned along with him, easing him through it. He hated how you babied him, even though you were younger than him.

Maybe he hated the fact that he secretly loved what you were doing, you weren't able to see it, but after the high faded he smiled. Katsuki smiled at the fact of how happy he was to share such a moment like this with you, but yet again it was going to take a lot to even get a confession from him.

As of now, not even Katsuki Bakugo himself could tell you whether or not he still hated you. Hating someone for who they are and hating someone for what they do are two different things, but maybe it wasn't even you. Katsuki hates how he feels for you because it drives him off in such an animalistic way, he just can't ever get enough of you.

And he loves it.

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✴🕷 please do not copy, plagiarize, edit, or translate any works submitted by me. all works are originated and all other pictures used within those works are online images. thank you!! @kryptznnn

[dragon-ascent]

Imagine being able to see people’s elemental aura. If they bear a vision, the energy around them takes the color of the corresponding element. So Pyro users have a burning red-orange energy flickering about them while Dendro wielders are draped in a calm deep green. Only you can see their aura, perhaps just a special (but mostly useless) gift you were born with.

Which is why when you start working for Wangsheng Funeral Parlor and are introduced to Zhongli, you’re freaking out that you can’t tell anyone he’s actually the Geo Archon who is supposed to be dead.

Shimmering golden rays with a glare so intense they may just be exploding stars suspended in sunlight…yes, the aura around him is simply unmistakable. The Dendro Archon’s wavelength was of a similar intensity back when you attended the Sabzeruz festival. The appearance of the Raiden Shogun during Irodori had you beholding a similar feeling.

Zhongli’s every action only confirms it, not that confirmation was ever needed. His knowledge is too vast to be that of a young man, his mannerisms more ethereal than worldly, his gait steadier than stone.

Soon enough, he takes notice of the way you’re always so jittery around him – but he chalks it up to you being a naturally skittish thing. So he tries to alleviate your nerves by talking to you any chance he gets…not that that helps because his every word has you even more on edge.

“So true, bestie!” you blurt out after he’s told you something that’s gone in one ear and out the other. “Speaking of, isn’t it so sad that Rex Lapis is dead?”

Zhongli pauses, eyeing you curiously. “My dear, this is the third time this week you have brought up the topic of the Geo Lord’s death. Has it affected you so? Please take comfort in that He remains in all our hearts, watching over us common folk from the afterlife.”

He’s mocking me, I just know it! you think, your cheeks heating up as you try not to stare at the divine golden aura crackling around him.

One time, as (un)luck may have it, you accidentally bump into him and spill coffee on his beautiful suit. “Oh gods! Forgive me!” you wail, getting onto your knees. This time…this time he’ll certainly show you his godly wrath…maybe skewer you with his spear…or summon a fissure to swallow you…

But Zhongli is chuckling softly, dabbing at the stain with his lovely embroidered handkerchief. “Please do not fret, my friend. This is nothing a wash will not fix.”

You then insist you’ll cover the cost and get it cleaned, to which he eventually accedes. Holy…when he takes it off to reveal his cream-coloured shirt underneath, it’s like his aura gets even more blinding. It takes everything in you not to just throw yourself at his feet and sing his praises.

(How gorgeous he looks as he works the rest of the day with his coat off.)

He warmly invites you over to his place for tea when you come to return his coat, now cleaned; the house is as well-kept as he is. As night falls, the glow around him only strengthens in response. You can’t stop yourself from asking, mid-sip of your well-made tea:

“What’s Rex Lapis doing working a salaried job?”

[cursedva]

A baby mimic has transformed into a furniture instructions leaflet, changing the images in the instructions a bit every few times you look away because they can't quite hold their transformation nor focus as well as a fullgrown mimics. Most people don't really look at the instructions, anyway, so it makes a perfect camouflage for the young ones in mimic Ikea.

But it sure does gaslight the hell out of those who do.

Welcome to Mimic Ikea! Don't worry about it.

[talktonytome]

Buck shows up to Tommy’s house 3 days later. He barges in as soon as Tommy opens the door and rounds on him when he closes it.

“We didn’t know the last time would be the last time.”

Tommy’s brow furrows, more confused than he already was. “What?”

Buck clears his throat, swallows the lump. “Uh, the last time we had sex, we didn’t know it would be the last. I- I think it would, i dunno help if we- if we knew.”

They both freeze for a split second and then they’re on each other, tearing their clothes off with want and need and desperation and it aches in the best and worst ways.

It’s good, it’s so, so good and when it’s over, they lie to themselves, agree this is the last time.

But then. Tommy shows up to Buck’s loft, follows him in and leans up against the door with his arms crossed. Thinking. He decides.

“I know we said last time… but was it our best? I don’t know, i think if it’s our last, we should make sure it’s our very best- you deserve my best.”

They stumble up the stairs to Buck’s bed. Buck fucks him sweet and slow and then as soon as they both recover, Buck rides him with a vengeance, until sweat’s dripping from his forehead onto Tommy’s face. Tommy licks every drop he can and when a tear slips free and slides down Buck’s nose, he licks that too.

They end up going till dawn, having well and truly fucked each other silly, sated, and past the point of exhaustion.

Buck curls up on his chest. They’re both drained. Physically. Emotionally. Defenses down. And that’s when Buck dares to whisper.

“Stay. Just. Please, stay.”

Tommy drops a kiss to the top of his head and whispers back, as the first rays of sunlight peek in through the gray.

“Okay.”

[koolades-world]

have three really great ideas but this one was brainrotting me more so you get this one first. may or may not be inspired by myself and the amount of birthmarks i have personally (i do actually have all the birthmarks listed!) if you guys want a part two for solomon's birthmarks and mc doting on him, let me know. i could make that happen!

i can't explain it but i kept thinking of that one solomon and his wives post written by my beloved mutal alba while writing this. not sure why, but i'm giving credit where it is due. please go check her out!!!

this can read a little suggestive so read with caution! however, i think it's very very cute!! <3

birthmarks

"Hey, Mc." Solomon looked up from the book he was reading. You were seated not too far from him, sitting cross-legged on the ground surrounded by papers you were organizing.

"What's up?" You didn't look up from what you were doing.

"Have you ever heard of any old wives tales behind birthmarks?" He asked.

"Well, that was out of the blue." When you paused, he continued to look at you expectantly. "Yes, I've heard a couple. The first one I thought of were they were how you died in a past life." You let out a snort of laughter at the expression that crossed the sorcerer's face.

"That's not the one I was thinking of." He shook his head.

"Then, you must've been thinking of the one where they're where you've been kissed in a past life. If the death one was the case, I would've had some brutal deaths." You recalled the simple, yet romantic myth where every birthmark was a kiss left by a lover of your past. You much preferred that outlook, even if it wasn't real.

"That's the one. Now, I'm curious..." He trialed off, giving you his best attempt at puppy dog eyes.

"You could've just asked in a normal way. You're my partner. Asmo must be rubbing off on you." You got up, and joined him on the sofa.

"No, Asmo would've just asked you to get naked." The two of you giggled together at the idea. In his defense, he was right.

"Do you have any birthmarks?" You wondered how he'd thought to ask something like that in the first place.

"Maybe you'll get to see later, if you're lucky." Solomon winked at you.

"Solomon!" You smacked his arm, to which he pulled you into a hug back.

"Maybe you can help me find each and every one..." He voiced died as the words left his mouth. He ran a thumb over the birthmark on your cheek, his touch gentle. You could tell he'd already moved on from that idea despite how enthralled he'd seemed with it a second ago. "This a cute spot to have one."

You had many birthmarks, but the one on your cheek was the one most easily visible. "Thanks. I must've gotten lots of cheek kisses." You remarked. "Is this the one that got you thinking?" You put a hand over his, which was still on your face.

"You read my mind." You studied his face of oddly deep concentration. While he was looking at you, he didn't even realize he wasn't meeting your gaze. Instead, he seemed to be memorizing your features.

"Compared to the others, this one is small." This comment seemed to snap him out of his stupor.

"Where are the rest?" His hand stayed on your cheek, but seemed ready to move to the next area at any point.

"I've got a fair amount on my arms and hands. There's one on the base knuckle of my right index finger, and another just underneath the first knuckle of my left ring finger." He took both of your hands in his, moving to study them next.

"You were well loved." He threaded your fingers together. "They were sweet to you, and married you." You began to grow shy once you realized the implications of the birthmark on your ring finger, and a little upset with yourself for not realizing that sooner.

"I'd never thought of that." You cleared your throat, and pushed past the mild embarrassment. "I also have one on my left forearm, and one on both of the backs of my shoulders." He let go of your right hand to run his fingers up your arm and to your back, but held steadfast onto your left hand. He remained silent, his lips a thin line.

"I have one over my heart, and one in the center of my chest." You pressed a finger over the center of your chest where you knew the mark was. Solomon's frigid hands settled over your heart. You hoped he couldn't feel how it was racing under his touch.

"Is that all of them?" He finally met your eyes. They were filled with a tenderness you could only place as fondness.

"No, I have a couple more." You took his free hand, and guided it down to where the remaining two were. You knew he'd do it anyways. "I've got one here." You placed his hand on your hip. After steeling your nerves, you guided his hand lower down to your inner thigh. "And one here."

"You were well loved." He repeated. You'd expected some sort of snide comment about the placement of the last one, but that didn't even seem to be on his mind. You stared at him, trying to figure out what thoughts were running through his head. You left his hand on your leg, and stroked his face like he'd done for you moments ago.

"Solomon, are you jealous?" The corners of his lips twitched at your comment.

"What if I am?" He sighed. He held your left hand close to his body, and cuddled you close to him.

"Did you ever consider that maybe it was you?" You whispered.

"Me?" Solomon sounded surprised.

"I think it was you. If you don't believe that the way I do, you can replace them. That way, I have double the kisses from you, and you know for sure your lips were the last to touch me." You could tell your words were getting through to him by the way his zeroed in on yours.

Instead of responding, he lifted your left hand to his lips, and kissed your left ring finger, and ghost of a smile on his face. "Then, I have work to do, don't I?"

[aurorawritestoescape]

Joel Miller x f!reader || 233 words

18+ mdni smut, degradation, daddy kink, dom/sub dynamics, boot grinding

A/n: just me being horny

Joel’s leather boot throws your knees apart and your legs open up as you’re lying on the floor for him to use you as he pleases. 

The hard sole grazes your inner thigh when he steps between your legs, one foot close to your cunt, the other at your outer thigh. He’s looming over you, huge and strong, a mountain of a man, and you’re burning up with desire, so small and helpless in comparison. His cock bulge makes you drool - from that angle it looks massive. 

Joel raises his foot and the toe nudges your pussy, covered by thin pink panties. 

”Hnggg… Yesterday’s spankin’ did wonders, uh? ain’t actin’ like a brat no more?” 

“No, daddy. I’m a good girl now.” Your voice is shaky as you’re trembling with arousal. 

“Good girl?” he chuckles, his tone mocking. “ain’t gonna fool me, little minx.”

He lifts his foot and caresses your covered mound with the sole of the boot. You softly gasp. 

“Quiet now, won’t hurt ya.”

He twists it, presses it a little harder to your soft folds and you moan, feeling pressure on your throbbing clit. 

Instinctively your hips fly up, your pussy hungry for more stimulation. Joel smirks and his eyes get obsidian as he watches you rub your cunt against the sole of his boot. 

“‘s what I thought. Ready to grind on my dusty boot. Ya dirty slut.”

****

I want him to step on me😭

MASTERLIST

Tag list: @milla-frenchy @harriedandharassed @iamasaddie @nervousmumbling @bbyanarchist @stevie75 @puduvallee @auteurdelabre @mountainsandmayhem @senoratess @flamingochick55 @theoraekenslover @schnarfer @mermaidgirl30 @staywildflowahchild @yesjazzywazzylove-blog @evolnoomym @keylimebeag @joelmillerisapunk @pascaltesfaye @fruityreads @itwasntimethatdidit40

[drdawnbreaker]

Okay so where am i signing up. Cause im in need of this right fucking now ahh 😩

Loving on Jason Todd after a long night of patrol.

He's sitting in the bathtub, the water pooling around his limbs stained pink from all the blood washing off his skin—none is his, and you're thankful for that.

Your hands gently scrub his hair as he sighs, relaxing against the white porcelain. You take extra care in scrubbing the sweat from the white streak in his night-black hair. Soap-lathered fingers scrape at his scalp, gently ridding the grime of the Gotham streets from his body.

It's nothing sexual when you help him wash, running a cloth over his arms and legs and scarred chest, taking careful measures to not go too hard over the 'Y' that runs under his pecs and down his belly. You kiss his heart, and he breathes a huff of relief at the sheer domesticated feel of it all.

Jason loves being pampered by your hands, the ones that have never harmed him. He feels safe, even though he is in his most vulnerable state. He'll lazily follow the motions of your hands with his eyes with a little grin on his lips, leaning into every touch, soaking in every soft word.

My boy, you call him, and the world seems all sunshine and rainbows for as long as you're with him. He wishes you'd stay forever, be his forever.

Jason loves you a little too much.

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

The JJK men snap at you

Tags: jjk men x fem!reader, smau, cursing, angst, hurt/(some)comfort??, groveling

An: I decided that Suguru didn’t deserve redemption. Sorry Suguru fans.

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 - Satoru, Suguru, Toji, Sukuna

tags: @sirimiripetrichor @shokosbunny @heeknow @shutuppeter @totallygyomeiswife @1mawh0re @channnee @dazaisfavgf

[cod-dump]

Ghost being only four years younger than Price but he goes the hardest on tormenting Price for "being old". Price goes along with the jokes, too. He just started calling Ghost 'son' in response. The jokes only get to him when Soap and Gaz start doing it.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Shy One

Inspired by this post; in the same universe as this and this

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Bucky Barnes

Summary: a night out ends in an embarrassing encounter.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

It feels like you’re seeing the world through tinted glass. The low lights, the buzz of voices, and the subtle clink of glasses feed the haze around you. That and the cocktail in your hand. Just ice now. Your second. You’re surprised how easily it went down. 

“Want another?” Mikayla asks as you play with the thin straw. 

“Maybe not yet,” you shrug. 

She grins at Alina, “lightweight?” 

The other women laugh. You’re too embarrassed to admit it but you are. In fact, it’s the first time you’ve ever tasted alcohol. If they don’t mock you for confessing, they wouldn’t believe you. 

“So happy you came out,” Katy grins. 

“Yeah, too bad you didn’t make the work mixer last month,” Lu says. 

“Hm, yeah, I just... I couldn’t make it,” you chew your lip. 

“Mmm, Mik,” Katy purrs, “you seeing what I’m seeing?” 

Katy tilts her head and Mikayla follows her gaze. Alina and Lu do the same and you dare to peek after them. There’s a table of men across the bar. There timbre forms a dulcet drone amid the din. 

“Sexy, look at that beard.” Alina slithers 

“Which one?” Lu giggles. 

You shift and look down at your glass. You wrap both your hands around it and squirm. They said it was just work drinks. You don’t want to be dealing with strangers. 

“Oh, honey, loosen up,” Alina grabs your starched collar and pops the top button. “You have another one of those and you’ll be dancing on the table.” 

“Um,” you lean away from her, “maybe. Erm, I need to go to the restroom.” 

“Boo, too early to break the seal,” Katy whines. 

“Sorry,” you apologise and stand. 

You take your glass with you and as you turn, you stop short as your eyes meet another pair. One of the men from the crowded table catches you in his gaze. You gulp and quickly lower your chin. You hurry on to the bar and set your empty glass on it. 

“Thanks,” you say. 

“Oh, thanks,” the man behind it swipes it away. “The waitress coulda grabbed that.” 

“Oh, now worries,” you show a palm and turn to find the restroom. 

You head down the hallway behind the bright blue sign. You dip into the ladies and claim a stall. As nice as it is to release the pressure, it’s even nicer to get a breather. You’re not the bar type. Not a drinker or a dancer, as much as Alina keeps suggesting it. You’re a total square. Thirty years old and you’ve never done anything more fun than laser tag. 

You wash your hands and leave the bathroom reluctantly. The music seems louder as you come out, the voices too. As you enter the barroom, you slow down. You’re mortified to find Alina and Katy in the open space, dancing. Grinding against each other. 

You stand there, frozen and embarrassed. The other women at the table cheer them on lewdly. You don’t know what to do. Sitting with Lu and Mikayla would draw as much attention as joining the dancing. This doesn’t seem like the place for that. 

Maybe it’s time for you to go. You’re feeling a bit cloudy and your eyes are fuzzy. You’ve been up since five in the morning. 

You slowly cross the space but have to dodge as Alina spins out and nearly crashes into you. In an effort to avoid her, you hit the side of a table, bouncing off of it and staggering until you fall onto something soft. Thank gosh you managed to find a seat in your descent. 

“Mmph,” the grunt greets you with the firm cushion beneath you, “y’alright, doll?” 

You look over in horror at the man who’s lap you sit upon. How embarrassing!! You look around at the other men at the table as it dawns on you. This is the worst crash landing you can imagine. 

You gasp and peer back at the man who serves as your chair. He’s terrifyingly handsome. His eyes are so blue and his jaw is chiseled beneath his dark beard. His brown hair curtains down around his cheekbones and his cheek dimples in amusement. 

“I’m so sorry,” you wriggle against him as he spreads his large hand across your back. “I tripped. I didn’t man to—oh gosh.” 

You touch your scalding forehead and try to shimmy out of his lap. It’s useless as you can’t get much of a stronghold. You just manage to ground your butt down on him. 

“You okay there?” He runs his fingertips up your spine and sends a shiver through you. 

“I’m--- sorry!” You gulp out again. “Please, I’m--” you grab the corner of the table and manage to haul yourself up. “I’m so...” you shake your head and bluster. You’re burning in humiliation. You can feel the other men watching you. “Ugh.” 

You turn and scurry around Alina and Katy. You quickly gather up your purse and coat as the women at the table laugh. “Oh, honey, why don’t you give him a nice ride,” Lu teases. 

You blanch at her and makes a face, “I didn’t mean to--” 

“Oh, chill,” Mikayla chides. “Really, it was funny. Where are you going?” 

“Home,” you exclaim. “Stop laughing at me. You’ve been laughing at me all night.” 

Lu scoffs, “well, you’re a bit silly, aren’t you? Act like you’ve never touched a man or a drink before.” 

You frown and flutter your lashes against the singe of hot tears. This is why you always say no. Why you are always ‘busy’. You don’t fit in. You’re better off alone. 

You hug your coat and bag and hurry across the bar. You push through the door and stagger out into the night with a sniffle. Oh joy, work is going to be even worse. Now they’re going to sit around and cackle at you instead of Wendy and her tacky dresses. 

You look around, searching for your bearings. You need to find a cab and get out of here. You see once coming down the pavement. You shift your things into one arm and throw your other up. The taxi steers towards the sidewalk but picks up another pedestrian further down. 

You huff and crane in search of another escape. 

“Hey, doll,” a rocky voice calls over the hinges of the bar door. “Where’re you off to?” You continue to peer down the street, frightened as you feel a gentle nudge on your elbow, “hey, talking to you. You didn’t even give me a name after you sat right on me.” 

You flinch and reel away from him, “huh? What? Oh, I’m sorry. That was just... clumsy.” 

“Ah, it’s fine. Really. It was funny,” he assures you. “I’m not making fun of you. Just, a pretty girl falls right in my lap then runs away, I kinda gotta wonder...” 

“Umph?” You furrow your brow, “you’re making fun of me too.” 

“Why would I do that?” He tilts his head. “Come back inside. Let me by you a drink.” You shake your head and wave your hand past him at another yellow cab. He chuckles softly, “you don’t gotta be shy.” 

“I don’t know you,” you insist. 

“I’m tryna fix that,” he counters. 

“Really, I just wanna go home,” you whine as the taxi drives by without stop. 

“Right, let’s do that,” he turns and throws his hand up. He whistles and wiggles his fingers. A cab rolls right up to him. “Let’s go.” 

He opens the back door and stands back. You stare at it. 

“Thanks,” you sigh in relief. You get in, ducking through the door, greeting the driver with a polite, “hello.” 

Yet the door doesn’t close. Instead, you’re urged further inside by the man as he sits on the seat next to you. You slide over as he pulls the door shut behind him. 

“Tell him where we’re going, doll,” he commands. 

You look at him, then the driver. You’re too stunned to think. What is he doing? You give your address and curl your shoulders as you shrink down. 

“Now,” the man stretches his arm across the seat, “we got the whole ride to get to know each other,” he offers his other hand, “I’m Bucky, I hear I make a pretty comfy seat.” 

You can’t help half a smile. You reach and shake his hand. You suppose he did help you out and he doesn’t seem angry about your unceremonious fall. You give him your name. 

“Thanks,” you say again. 

“Thanks? Oh doll, what kinda fool wouldn’t help a girl like you?” 

[angelikookrecs]

If Jungkook always does that every time he goes home late, I'm sure Y/n doesn't mind he's going home late everyday

──𐙚 midnight snack - somnophilia request

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content: Jk eating yn out while she sleeps, doggy, JK is pussy whipped, obsessed with his gf, praise, dirty talk, established relationship with idol JK

note from cherry: consent is key with any kink, their consent is established pre- scenario.

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It's literally 1 am, where is Jeon Jungkook?

Working, as he always is when it gets late,

That's something you never have to ponder, where is your hard working idol boyfriend at this time of night? Working in his studio,

That is conveniently in your shared place

And even if it got late on shoots or recordings,

You have his life360, besides, he's way too clingy to not text you every couple hours

The question where the hell he is still remains, he said it wouldn't get late today and promised to finally finish watching singles inferno

Whatever, you thought, you will make him regret getting lost in his work,

Stripping yourself of all of your clothes, down to the very last little piece, before laying down in bed for a peaceful sleep without your boyfriend, knowing you'd notice when he's done working

He would never not want to touch you when you give him the 'go' to do so, even in your sleep, the 'go' being sleeping without panties

Only this time, he wouldn't be met with only panties missing

2:33 am,

He's done working on his beats, pushing the chair away with a sigh and slithering into the quiet bedroom, expecting an upset pouty angel waiting for him,

"oh fuck.. " he curses under his breath, the sight of his peacefully sleeping, naked, sprawled out girlfriend waking up his cock

He immediately rids himself of his shirt and sweats, getting on the bed on his hands and knees,

Before he starts worshipping the naked beauty in his bed, he takes a moment to really look,

Appreciate what he gets to call 'his'

His soft, Slender fingers caress the squish of your cheek planted against the pillow, body turned sight ways,

He runs it down to your sweet lips, smiling to himself with ragged breath, his other hand moving through your slightly messed up hair,

His body crawls behind you now, wrapping his arms around you and pressing his fully erect, boxer covered cock against your ass

"hm.. fuck" his groans are rough and quiet, determined to play with you a little longer and not ruining your little slumber

Both of his hands are fondleing your breasts, squeezing and groping them while rutting his hips into you from behind, slow but firm pushes against the flesh of your ass, the friction from his boxers making his tip feel extremly sensitive,

One of his hands run down your stomach before resting between your thighs, caressing and squeezing them, then, almost hesitantly drawing out a finger to play with your clit, rubbing small circles and letting his finger trace up and down the sensitive flesh

It's now that you start slowly stirring, but he stops his movements, cooing you back to sleep with soft strokes to your head and arms

The sight of your thighs rubbing together when your breathing slows down again makes him feel heavy, knowing you need him, need him to fuck you awake

Determined to satisfy your craving, his body moves back down, pushing your thighs up and together with his arms before taking both his hands to grope your cheeks, speeding them apart to reveal your wet cunt, glistening for him only

"pretty" he breathes out, licking over his lip piercing briefly,

Without a second thought his tongue starts lapping up your jucies, like a straved man and wiithout mercy for your sleep he starts sucking on your clit, nose rubbing your pussy whenever he nestles his face in, his skilled tongue drawing between your folds, pushing into your sopping entrance

He groans when he starts feeling your body wake up, moaning and reaching back to tug on his hair,

"nghm kook!" Your little whimpers turn into full blown cries of pleasure when he starts grunting and mumbling against your cunt,

"So sweet, this good little pussy" delivering a few spanks to your clit, you clench around him and unleash your arousal on his greedy tongue,

He moans, tasting every last bit and slowly withdrawing from your heat,

Immediately, he wraps his arms around you, kissing your neck and shoulder,

"You're so beautiful, my angel, i need to feel your pussy so so bad, please angel" he whines against your skin, sucking and leaving little bruises in his tracks, biting down on your silky skin with precision

"You want me kook?" your teasing doesn't stop at words, one of your hands os pumping his cock very slowly, making sure to run your thumb over his leaking, sensitive tip

He responds with low moans, biting down on your shoulder harder,

"Fuck yes i need you so much, need this tight little cunt on my cock, wanna fuck you so good, worship that little pussy" he mutters into your skin, hands tightly gripping at your waist, pushing his fingers in with care and need,

"fuck me then kook, make it up to me for working so late" you hum, teasingly ghosting your lips over his own, swollen ones

"I will, so sorry my little angel, gonna make it better" he whispers into your ear, finding the sensitive spot behind it, placing a chaste kiss on it

Not in the mood to hold the throbbing of his cock up even longer, he flips you around, knees pressed into the materess, one arm wraps around your waist to pull your lower body upward, deliciously arching your back and lifting your ass up in the air, right in front of his hips

Pushing into you with one go, both his hands tighten on the softness of your hips, pulling you against him even closer

"So perfect, my perfect angel, pussy so good.. all mine"

You love this about him, about how he mindlessly rambles these praises while ramming his cock into you, pushing every inch into you from behind

His cock hits that soft spot within your cunt, making you whimper into the pillow, hands gripping the sheets

"You sound so good baby fuck, so good 'round me.. mine, mine all mine" his voice becomes more ragged with each word and thrust into you, forming a unity with your own hasty moans,

"Jungkook! nghmm please! Gonna cum- gonna cum kook"

He groans, slapping your ass harshly, which only makes you whimper louder

"Cum for me pretty, come on my cock angel, it's all yours, i'm all yours" his hips increase speed, hands bulging into your hips with every rut, his cock pulsating inside your warm pussy, sucking him in so good

You clench around him, letting him now you're mid orgasm and he only makes it better by releasing his cum into you, pushing it in with slow thrusts while telling you how good you feel,

Your body plops down limp onto the bed, breathing unsteady and whining when he pulls out,

he just chuckles lightly, kissing your cheek and going off to get a wet cloth,

"Kook?" You whisper while he cleans up the mess between your legs,

"hmm baby?" with a tired sparkle in his eyes he smiles up to you, tossing the cloth and pulling your naked body into his equally naked chest

"Wanna sleep with it inside please"

Jungkook is taken back by your innocent tone and the little pout on your face,

He's quick to kiss it away,

"Is that your way of asking for round two?"

little smirk forming on his face when you nod, wrapping your arms around his neck and chasing after the sweet passion in his kisses

[dis-plus-fanfic-reblog-writes]

Ever wondered if Logan just let Wade sit in his lap, like Logan is the chair and let Wade skim his fingers up and down his arms, fascinated with his claws. Does he let him examine his forearms like a child? Curious as to the muscle control and triggers.

“After all, it’s usually relaxing a muscle that lets you move things. Are you claws control by relaxing or contracting the muscles, peanut?” Wade asks, head against Logan’s shoulder looking up at him.

Logan looks at his left arm, the arm Wade is holding and skimming with his fingertips like he is trying to memorize the definition of his forearm.

“How would I know, bub?”

Wade grins at Logan. “Just wondered, honey badger.” He imagines the anatomy of Logan’s forearm and compares it to his own arm. “Can I try to pop them out?”

Logan looks at Wade like he was crazy but when he saw the excited grin on his face, he shrugs. “Why not, darlin’?”

Wade’s wide toothy grin does not fade as he places his arm on top of Logan’s trying to figure out where the extra muscle control is. Logan silent watches in amusement waiting for him to ask him to pop out his claws. Ten minutes later, Wade holds Logan’s arm gently and starts massaging his forearm, a place here, finger walking down his arm coming to massage another place there until unexpectedly Logan’s claws in his left arm protract out.

Logan’s blue eyes are wide, eyebrows raised high.

“Haha!” Wade hollers triumphantly.

He turns to look at Logan’s shocked face. “Wonder what else I can massage and get out?” He wiggles his eyebrows at his boyfriend.

Logan’s Wolverine comes online at that, eyes squinting as if he’s considering but his libido speeds up under Wade’s ass.

“Maybe I should have a turn instead?” Logan rumbles.

[axstoria]

All the Batkids using Bruce's cape as a little hideyhole. 😭

It started with Dick in his Robin years as a way to convince Bruce to carry him to the Batmobile after patrols. As independent as he liked to be, he liked being carried by the taller man more.

It continued with Jason. He'd hide under the cape as a scare-tactic, jumping out at the right time and yelling a loud, "Halt!" It did nothing but make the goons give a little 'aww' and often go easier on the little bird.

After Jason's death, Tim rarely went under Bruce's cape. Robin wasn't his place, Batman's cape wasn't for him. Yet, Bruce would often usher him under, pretending Tim was Jason hiding from villains again. He couldn't deny the grieving man, nor the way his chest warmed.

Steph did it for fun. She thought the weight of it was perfect, and she'd often giggle as she clung to Bruce's leg, merging into the bulk of the man. Scaring Gordon was her favorite when she'd pop out of nowhere in the middle of a chat on a rooftop.

Damian kept the trend alive for the same reason Jason did: to scare people. Except, unlike Jason, Damian struck fear into the hearts of people as he jumped from his father's cape, wielding a sword and an untamed fury.

And sure, maybe the real reason all of them liked to hang out under Bruce's cape was because it was safe and warm and heavy, making them sleepy and comfortable, but they'd never admit it. They just liked being close to their dad.