#drabble req

[totallynotashieldagent]

💕valentine's day 2025 drabble masterlist💕

Isaac Lahey - "What are we?" "Friends…" "Then why are you looking at me like that?"

Hal Jordan - "I swore I’d never fall in love, but you made me ruin that promise."

Isaac Lahey - "Be mine? I mean, you are. But I like it when you say it.

Adult!Damian Wayne - "We really shouldn't be doing this-" "Mhmm we really shouldn't-"

Peter Parker (Andrew) - "Every timeline- We're meant to be in every verse of existence. I promise you."

Isaac Lahey - "I swore I’d never fall in love, but you made me ruin that promise."

Vincent de Gramont - "Don't get blood on your suit, we have reservations at seven."

Isaac Lahey - "I'm not blushing because of you! It's- It's- It's the vodka!"

Isaac Lahey - "You kissed me." "Yeah, is that okay?" "Can't say for sure. Do it again."

Theo Raeken - "What are we?" "Friends…" "Then why are you looking at me like that?"

Jason Todd - "Why are you kneeling?" "Can you focus?! I'm trying to ask you something!"

Isaac Lahey - "I didn’t get you flowers because they’d just wither. I’d rather give you something that lasts-"

Theo Raeken - "Are you seriously that blind?!"

Bruce Wayne - "They say food is the way to someone’s heart, so I made you dinner. Just don’t ask me if it’s edible."

Jason Todd - "Sorry- I'm out of practice." "Yeah, I could tell."

Kento Nanami - "I got us matching pyjamas. No, you don't have a choice."

Barry Allen - "So I've got the perfect plan for today." "Really? What is it?"

[cookies-over-yonder]

It was a little scratch. A little blood. It barely hurt.

Iruma could handle it himself. He'd done it before. There'd been a lot worse.

But Opera insisted. So here he was, sitting at the edge of his bed while they treated the small wound on his ankle. Sitting silently and watching, Iruma felt a strange feeling overcome him, tightening his chest.

Every stumble he had taken and every gash and cut and bruise that followed had been handled by him alone. His parents… they barely noticed—too caught up in their frivolous adventures—and if they had, they brushed it off.

He'd always known how to treat his own wounds.

Right now was different.

As Opera wiped away the blood and used some healing spell he didn't quite know yet, it dawned on Iruma.

For once…

Someone was taking care of him.

In fact, they had insisted. He would have been fine handling it on his own, but…

A burning sensation snapped Iruma out of his thoughts. No, it wasn't burning. It was hot.

Heat running down his cheeks.

Tears.

Stunned, Iruma stiffened.

"Iruma-sama, what's wrong? Does it hurt more?" Opera had looked up from his ankle at his surely red and tear-stained face. Locking eyes with them, Iruma could feel the concern and care piercing right through him.

This time, he wiped the fresh wave of tears before they could fall.

"I—I'm okay."

The words were wet with tears, though he didn't know why. Everything was alright. In fact, he had forgotten about the pain entirely.

But before he knew it, there was a weight next to him on the bed, and an arm around him. It was so warm… he felt he might melt.

And then, a flimsy explanation began to fall out of his mouth. Anything he could say to ease their worries.

"I'm okay, really," he said, turning to look up at them. Slightly droopy ears caught Iruma's attention immediately. "I don't know what came over me. I'm alright. It doesn't hurt much."

When that didn't ease Opera, Iruma tore his gaze away from them and to his hands. They were trembling lightly, balled into fists rested atop his lap.

"I just…"

A lump formed in his throat.

"I'm not used to this," Iruma barely got the words out before a sob broke through him. "I—I mean, before I came here, my parents… they didn't… uh—"

It wasn't as if he knew how to continue, but still, an onslaught of sobs prevented him from saying much of anything.

He had barely noticed the way he was pressed against Opera's chest now, wrapped in a tight and loving embrace, but once he did, he only cried harder.

The 'I'm sorry's he mumbled were broken up and littered with stutters, and upon hearing them, Opera only shushed him, rubbing circles into his back.

After a while, through the sound of his sobs and staggered breathing, Iruma heard Opera say something.

The words sank in, filtering through his arteries and veins and tethering hm to reality.

It was something that had struck him in the heart. Something that he had already known, but still.

He pressed himself further into the embrace, and let the words echo in his mind.

"We'll protect you."

[shuafiles]

hai! could i request a mark idol! smut :( im just imagining him coming home all tired but reader is all worked up bcs of mark’s photoshoot (THE BOUCHERON ONE😍) n willing to release all his stress

MDNI, 18+

CONTENT | established relationship, pwp, dirty talk, use of the word slut, oral (m receiving), dick riding, unprotected sex (do not do this)

“baby?” mark’s voice echoed throughout the apartment, announcing his presence. he settled his keys down on the counter before heading straight to your bedroom, where he assumed you were. “i’m so tired. today was—” his voice faltered when he saw you laying in bed, with your hand between your legs.

“mark!” you exclaimed, pulling your hand away and covering yourself up with the duvet.

mark smirked, leaning against the doorframe as he caught you red-handed. “having fun without me?” he crossed his arms against his chest.

you felt your cheeks warm up under his gaze, feeling shy that you got caught. “can’t help it.”

“hm?” he hummed, approaching you. his fingers hovering over the duvet before pulling it off of you, exposing your bare bottom half. “all for me?” his eyes shamelessly roamed your body, licking his lips in the process. your glistening core all just for him. 

“you know it is.” you groaned. mark’s marie claire korea x boucheron photoshoot was released today, and you couldn’t help but admire your boyfriend. and by admire, you mean you couldn’t control yourself from being horny. he looked so fucking hot.

mark signaled you with his fingers, prompting you to move close to him. you sat up, moving to meet his body at the edge of the bed. you wrapped your legs around his thighs, hands reaching for the buttons of his shirt. he watched you with dark eyes, lifting his hand to caress your cheek.

mark leaned down, connecting his lips to yours. the kiss started soft and lovingly until you tugged him by his shirt. needing more of him, you slipped your tongue in his mouth, feeling him smile against the kiss. his hand dropped to the back of your neck, angling your head so he could kiss you even deeper. you moaned against his lips, his teeth grazing your lip as he lightly nibbled on it.

his touch immediately turns you on. you struggled to undo his buttons. mark pulled away, letting out a chuckle when your expression twisted into annoyance from the number of buttons he had.

“missed you so much today.” mark mumbled, his hand slipping down to the strap of your skimpy top that you purposely wore for him. his fingers toyed with the thin material before letting it slip down your shoulder, giving him a perfect view of your tits from above. “my pretty girl.”

you finally managed to undo all his buttons, pulling his polo apart and exposing his chest. he shrugged the fabric off, letting it fall to the ground. you bit your lip at the sight. god, he’s so perfect. you traced his chest down to his abdomen before your fingers halted at his jeans.

mark stared intently at you as if you were the only woman in the world. you quickly undid his pants, sliding them down his torso, along with his boxers. his rock-hard cock springing up his stomach, head twitching at the sight of you.

“let me help you, please.” you whimpered, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

in a swift motion, mark sat on the edge of the bed while you kneeled in front of him. his cock directly in your face. your heart pounded, feeling your arousal dripping down your thighs. you couldn’t wait to have him.

“go on, princess.” mark mumbled, leaning back with his arms prompting him. “take my cock like the good girl you are.”

that was all the motivation you needed. you wrapped your fingers around his length, stroking him while your thumb ran over the slit of his cock, smearing his pre-cum. you darted your tongue out, lightly licking the tip of his cock before taking him in your mouth.

mark let out groans, sitting up. he wrapped his fingers around your hair, making a makeshift ponytail. you swirled your tongue around, making sure to pay attention to the underside of his cock. his thighs trembled when your other hand reached up and cupped his balls, fondling them.

“fuck, baby.” he mumbled, watching as his cock perfectly sunk in your mouth. “so pretty like this. you like having my cock stuffed in your mouth, huh?”

you hummed, bobbing your head up and down, hollowing your cheeks in the process. his hands curled into fists as you licked his slit.

you pulled away from him, making him look down on you with confused eyes. but he immediately threw his head back when your lips connected to his balls, sucking on it before taking it in your mouth. your fingers wrapped around his length, paying equal attention to it, stroking it just the way he likes it.

“shit—fuck!” mark chanted, hips jerking from the amount of pleasure you were giving him. “s-stop, baby, get up here.” he said, lightly tugging your hair, making you release him from your mouth. “need to cum inside your pretty pussy.” his words sent a shock to your core as if you weren’t already wet enough.

you climbed on his lap, making him lean back against the mattress. he quickly lifted your shirt off of you, your tits on full display for him. his arms around his head as he watched you mount him.

“so handsome.” you whispered, admiring his face. sweat trickled down his forehead, and his hair was a mess, but you didn’t care; he still looked so good. “been wanting you all day.”

mark smirked, “yeah? show me how much you want me.” you lifted your hips, grasping his length. you aligned his cock with your entrance, sliding the head along your folds, collecting your wetness. his hands flew to your waist, gripping the skin. “stop teasing.”

you giggled before sinking down on him. “oh my god.” you gasped, face scrunching from the sensation. you had sex with mark a bunch of times, but every time, it felt like it was your first time. he was so big.

you whimpered once his cock was fully buried inside you. groans left mark’s mouth as you slowly lift your hips before sinking down again, trying to get accustomed to his size.

“move for me, baby?” mark mumbled, slowly guiding your hips to bounce on his cock. you placed your plans against his chest, supporting yourself, before moving your hips. a moan left your lips every time you sunk down. “fuck—you’re so wet. what got you this wet?” he teased, and you glared at him, making him laugh as if he didn’t know what got you so worked up.

“all you, markie.” you let out. his cock was stretching you out in the best way possible, your back arching from each bounce.

mark hands flew to your breast, kneading it while his fingers grazed your nipples. you leaned down, wanting to feel him close to you. he took this as a sign to take one of your nipples into his mouth, licking and sucking on the sensitive bud while his other hand continued to play with the other. you whined, rolling your hips, feeling every inch of his cock. he pulled his mouth away but only to pay attention to the other nipple.

“oh god.” you cried out, holding onto his shoulder before sitting up, making him release your nipple with a string of saliva forming.

“keep going, baby.” mark’s grip on your hips tightened, continuing to move your hips in a steady rhythm. your thighs began to burn from exhaustion, but you kept going. his nails digging into your skin as you continued to ride him. “shit—you’re amazing.”

mark could sense you were getting tired so he held onto your hips, prompting you to stop. you paused, instead, he began to lift his hips to meet yours. you gasped at the immense pleasure. he picked up his pace, his cock hitting the perfect spots to drive you inside.

you clenched around him, feeling your release form at the pit of your stomach. “mark,” you moaned, “so close.” tears welled in your eyes. you needed more.

you sat down again, grinding your hips against him, gradually increasing speed. you couldn’t contain the noises that slipped past your lips—relentlessly rutting your hips against his, your thighs doing all the work.

mark sat up, kissing you sloppily as you continued to grind on him. “that’s it, baby. fucking use my cock like the slut you are.”

you cursed out his name. your orgasm washing over you when he reached in between your bodies to toy with your clit. his fingers drawing circles on it, enough to push you over the edge. your thighs trembling as you rode out your high. you felt his cock twitch inside you, and you tried to lift yourself off of him, but his arms kept you in place.

“no, no.” he mumbled, “keep going.”

“but—“

“no buts, come on, baby. i’m so close.” he kissed your forehead. “you said you’ve been wanting me all day, or were you just pretending?”

with his encouragement, you supported yourself by holding onto his shoulders. you tried to bounce on his cock, but your legs grew tired.

mark tsked before flipping your bodies so that you were lying on the mattress. he moved his hips, thrusting his cock in and out of you, making you gasp. your wetness coating his cock as he increased his speed. your mind went hazy from overstimulation, gripping the sheets beneath you.

“so,” he thrusted in, “fucking,” he pulled out, “wet.” he slammed his cock inside you. you cried out, wrapping your legs around his waist to feel him deeper.

“mark, please.” you pleaded, back arching. his hands fell to your waist to steady you as he buried his cock inside you.

“almost there, baby.” he muttered, dark eyes watching you writhe beneath him. he absolutely loved it. his pretty girl, all weak because of him. “fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

your eyes roll back, feeling his cock throb inside you. your second orgasm forming as his thumb circled your clit. “so good.” you moaned. “don’t stop!”

“i’m—fuck—cumming.” mark grunted. with a few more thrusts, his warm cum released inside you. it didn’t take long before your orgasm washed over you. your entire body trembling from the pleasure.

mark pulled his cock out, your cum mixed with his spilling out of you, making him smirk at the sight. he leaned down, kissing you softly.

“i should accept more photoshoots if it gets you this worked up.”

[madewithsilk]

Sevika with bartender reader?

ꜱᴇᴠɪᴋᴀ x ʙᴀʀᴛᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ꜰᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

— ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ; ꜱᴇᴠɪᴋᴀ ɪꜱ ᴀ ʀᴇɢᴜʟᴀʀ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴀʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏꜰᴛᴇɴ ɢɪᴠᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜɴɴᴇᴄᴇꜱꜱᴀʀʏ ᴛɪᴘꜱ. ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ꜱʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀɪɴᴋꜱ ᴏʀ ɪꜱ ɪᴛ ᴘᴇʀʜᴀᴘꜱ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴇʟꜱᴇ?

— ᴄᴡ; ᴇxʜɪʙɪᴛɪᴏɴɪꜱᴍ, ʙɪᴛɪɴɢ & ᴍᴀʀᴋɪɴɢ, ᴀʟᴄ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴜᴍᴘᴛɪᴏɴ

You were counting up the money and tips from last night, getting ready to clock in for tonight. Most were regular tips, 20s-50 bills, especially if they were consantly flirting with you. Though, Sevika, your regular, oddly tipped you more than anybody else. You didn’t think much of it, just that she had money and was lonely. And anyways, it was good to be on Silco’s number two’s good side. You moved your hair away from your hair, sighing and placing your hands on your waist as you listened to some random customer’s order. As you turned around the grab the vodka, your thong was visible above your low rise jeans, a low whistle coming from them. Your eyes rolled but a faux smile graced your lips as you turned. Shaking their drink a while longer, you placed it on the counter. “Add it to my tab, sweetheart.” You tilted your head with a nod and a smile.

Customers came in and out, all of them boring you. Yet once the door opened and Sevika’s broad figure was in your line of sight, a shit-eating grin plastered on her face, your eyes lit up. You quickly adjusted your posture and fixed your low-cut shirt, unsure as to why you wanted to impress her so badly. She walked up to the counter, placing her gun down, intimidating others who were surrounding you on the counter. They grumbled yet walked way to the other side of the bar. “There’s my favorite doll,” She spoke throatily. Her eyes darted to your tits and stomach, then to your slightly disheveled hair from working. “Came a bit later than usual, Sev’” You stated, avoiding eye contact and fiddling with the bar supplies.

“I have stuff to do, still passed by to see you, eh?” You chuckled at her bragging, how she was oh so packed in her schedule yet made time in her busy day to eye you and leave you money. “Whiskey neat?” You asked, her usual order, a classy woman if you had to describe it. She nodded, settling down onto a barstool. As you spun to clutch a glass, her wandering eyes landed on the pairing of your jeans and panties, an uncalled for groan leaving her lips. You cocked a brow, only flipping your head to see why she did that. “Just— uh, just a bruise, you know.” You bought it, unaware of the way her thoughts traveled to the filthiest of things. She received her drink, lips placed on the rim to take a sip.

“So, missed me?” She teased, trying to fill the silence. Licking her bottom lip, watching your tits move with your body and hips turn to grab different items. “Not missed, was jus’ bored.” You clarified even though you yourself didn’t understand your desires and feelings towards her. She hummed in acknowledgment, perhaps amusement. “Good, it’s good I don’t bore you.”

Three more drinks later, Sevika was already inebriated. Her words were slurred and her movements were messy. It seemed everybody else in the bar was the same, intoxicated and scattered all over the place. Not many people were asking for drinks anymore, simply dancing, talking, making out, you name it. You were no longer behind the counter but leaned against it beside Sevika. Sevika’s filter was long gone, her heavily lidded eyes shamelessly eye fucking you. “Are you a slut for every customer, or just me?” A surprised gasp left your lips, eyes widening at the drunk words. A slight huff leaves your lips, crossing your arms over your tits. “Seriously? I’m not a slut.” Sevika rolls her eyes tauntingly, hands subconsciously wandering to your waist. Pressing you flush against her, Sevika spoke now, the music still making her hard to hear. “Your damn panties are out for everybody to see and visually ruin you.” One of your legs wrapped around her bottom leg, boot pressed against it. Her condescending tone making heat pool at the bottom of your tummy in need, and this time, you knew exactly what you needed.

A knowing smile came upon your lips, tracing your fingertips teasingly along her facial features. “Maybe I did it for you,” You commented, placing the idea of you dressing up at home in your little panties and bra thinking of what outfit would please her most. Which thong would get her attention. What top would make her wanna fuck your brains out. Which hairdo would make her tip you greatest. It had her eyes rolling to the back of her head, the alcohol making it harder to say grounded. “Though, I think you’re a bit of a coward.” You extended your botton lip, knowing such insults would set her off. She gripped on you tigher, growling besides your ear. “Why’s that?” Sevika questioned, slipping her knee between both of your thighs. There was ultimately no space left between you and Sevika’s bodies. “All you do is give me money and throw sneaky passes at me, why haven’t you just fucked me, Sevika?” She let out a hefty chuckle, licking her dry lips. “Stop testing me, little girl.” She says mockingly, just trying to intimidate you even though you’re not that far in age. “Think you’re the little girl, Sev’, can’t even reach for that zipper if your life depended on it.”

Your endless ridiculing made her grab your ass, squeezing it and lifting you onto the counter. Your back arched against her hands now, arms circling around her neck. Her hand rushed to undo your pant’s buttons, yelping slightly. “Sev’— are you seriously—“ She cuts you off wih a grumble, nipping at your neck. “You fuckin’ asked for it, now you’re complaining, make up your damn mind, doll.” Your hands came to her chest, trying to push her away but failing miserably. “Nobody’s watchin’” She reassured, hands running through your tense frame. She only got the confidence from the drinks in her system, her thumb coming to rub circes on your pulsing nub. Your cunt clenched around nothing, moaning her name into her ear. A few people’s heads turned, observing the slick from your pussy coating Sevika’s hand. A quick glare made them look away, yet you were still worried and turned on from being displayed. “Tell me how to move m’hand, doll.” She demanded, gathering all your wetness on her two digits and ramming them into you. Your legs circled her torso, head hidden in the crook of her neck.

She pumped them in and out of you, watching your every reaction and whimper. She was experienced, you knew that much, yet seeing it in action was different. “Cu-curl—“ Before you ended your request, she curled her fingers into your g-spot, your jaw going slack as she abused that spot. “Sev’, Sev’, too much—“ Her free hand grabbed your throat, ruining your pussy in plain sight. “Close, doll?” You nodded, tears dripping onto her neck from being embarrassed and babbling pleas. A white ring of cum coated Sevika’s fingers, cooing praises, and encouragement, and then sucking a hickey onto your pulse point. “Thought you weren’t a slut?” Her fingers left your sopping pussy with a nasty squelching noise, licking your cum off her knuckles. Your thighs squeeze shut, reaching to zip up your pants. “You’re a bitch.” You spat, legs shaky. “Promoted from coward, it seems?” She leaves 400 on your counter besides you. 150 from her drinks and the rest for.. well..

“I swear to god if you leave—“ you nearly chase after her as she waves her hand walking away. “I’ll be getting myself off in my car till you get off your shift, yeah? Don’ get your panties inna’ twist.”

ʀᴇqꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴏᴘᴇɴ 𐙚

[whoskimii]

I WANNA T★UCH ON YOU . . .

★ fuckin' with him and playin' ft. choso ! ★

˖˚₊ warnings ⋆. 𐙚 ˚ nsfw, smut, unprotected (wrap it before you tap it), p in v, mommy kink, subby choso, you pull on his hair, he's kinky overall :3

˖˚₊ wc ⋆. 𐙚 ˚ 935. (kinda short, mb :3)

“hey...” you giggled as choso climbed on top of you, sucking on the sensitive skin of your neck. “what ?” he grumbled, his voice slightly muffled by your warm, tingly flesh.

“i'm still focusin' on the game, y'know.” you told him with a soft smile as you watched him tug on his pants. “focus on me instead.” he ordered grumpily, taking the controller from your hands to put it aside.

you smiled and slid your fingers in his soft, dark hair before gently tugging on his pigtails, which earned a whine from him. “don't do that... y'know i'm sensitive...” he tucked his head in your neck, embarrassed by the sound that just escaped his pouty lips.

“that's why i did that.” you said cheekily. you gently untied his hair, letting the full length of it fall down on his shoulders. “you should wear your hair down more often.” you remarked, planting a kiss on his cheek.

a tiny huff escaped his nose as he found himself in only his boxers. the thin fabric barely concealed the way his needy cock was beginning to churn up against his thigh.

“i need you...” he muttered as he left sloppy, lazy kisses on your shoulder. “i can tell.”

who were you to say no to your baby boy ?

with a heavy sigh, you lifted your hips and slid off your panties. you kicked them off your ankles and the mere sight of it made your lover perk up. “been too long since i touched you.” he remarked confidently. “it's only been two days, choso.” you giggled, shaking your head lightly as you feigned disappoinment.

his shoulders slumped. “isn't that a long while...?” he tilted his head, his bottom lip standing out in an adorable pout. the view caused you to coo at him. “aw, baby... if you think 's been too long, then i'll let you have it.” you kissed his forehead.

at your lovely words, he beamed happily.

before you could climb onto his lap, choso took off his boxers, freeing his painfully hard length. “it really wants you, y'know...” he stared at his leaky tip, already spurting droplets of precum just from the simple sight of his own dick.

you straddled him and gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind his ear. “you ready, honey ?” you gently whispered.

as a response, choso nodded vigorously, which caused a giggle to erupt from your pretty lips. “aw, good boy.” with that, you finally sank down on his hard length. his fingernails dug into the fat of your plushy hips before he let his forehead fall against your shoulder.

you bounced up and down and let choso guide your lazy movements.

he was in his own little world.

here he was, whimpering, jaw slack and eyes rolled back as the heavenly feeling of your warm, sloppy hole around him overwhelmed his poor body.

you took the occasion to sneak your hand behind him and grab the controller he had snatched away from you just a few minutes ago.

you continued riding him, although not really making an effort to speed up. “that's it, baby...” you praised quietly, pretending to focus on him when your eyes were actually settled onto the screen behind your lover.

sure, he was needy but you wanted to keep playing.

“mommy...” he babbled, a short trail of drool decorating the corner of his lips. “mhm,” you hummed absentmindedly. “that's me. 'm here, angel.”

you decided to finally look down at your pretty boy, appreciating the sight. “you gonna cum for mommy ? you gonna cum for mommy, sweetie ?” you gently whispered, repeating yourself almost as if he was too dumb to understand the first time.

in this situation, he was too dumb to understand both times.

at his lack of reaction, you tapped one of his cheeks with your hand. you didn't slap him, but the force of the contact was enough to make him twitch inside you.

what a dirty slut.

“ngh—!” he moaned at the contact and fluttered his hazy eyes open. he had a dazed, almost clueless expression. “huh...?” he swallowed thickly. “i said,” you whispered before tugging his hair backwards. “you gonna cum for mommy or nah ?”

he whined as you pulled on his hair, his hips subconsciously thrusting up into your cunnie to meet your movements. “mhm ! yes...!” he nodded vigorously, mewling pathetically as your meaty ass slapped against his thighs. “gonna come...” he allowed his lips to glide along your collarbones. “can i... can i come inside you ?pleasepleaseplease— wanna come in your pussy !” he babbled, on the verge of coming.

you cupped his cheeks. “oh, honey... of course you can. this pussy's yours.” he shivered at your words.

it only took him one, two, three, four thrusts to shoot his thick load inside your gummy walls. you sighed at the warm sensation, keeping him as deep as you could.

he moaned, his eyes rolling backwards as he choked on his own saliva. “mommy... so good...” he breathed.

you even had to keep your hand around his neck to make sure he was still breathing.

as he finally regained his senses, he clung onto you, burying his nose between your breasts. he lifted his head to look at you but— huh ? why were you looking behind him ?

he turned his head and whined softly as he noticed that you had been playing the entire time. “mommy...” he mumbled with a tinge of disappointment.

“oops. sorry, honey.” you offered him a sheepish, apologetic smile before planting a kiss on his forehead.

based on this ask.

[dollyfetti]

okay i NEED katsukis bathroom pov, gotta know what he was thinking and how he got his frustrations out 🙏

a little embarrassed that this took me like three weeks to get out.. its just a tiny ass drabble LOL sorry abt the wait anon!! > <

꒰ ♡ notes: nsfw, masturbation, 414 words lmao, context here :D

”fucking shit.”

the frustrated student curses under his breath as he shoves past the annoying blonde girl practically begging to date him, making his way to the bathroom. katsuki doesn’t even go to stupid shit like parties anyway, but of course when he finally decides to, this happens.

he almost stumbles before twisting the knob on the door, not even bothering to knock. he hisses at the tightness in his jeans, damn this is so uncomfortable. why the hell did you have to be on stage? in that tight ass outfit too? he’s seen mean girls so he gets the reference, he’s not uncultured. but the way you were swinging your hips and appealing to the crowd… what a slut.

he slams the door shut, locking it immediately and quietly sighing at the muffled christmas music. his back hits the wall as he quickly unbuckles his belt and tugs down his pants, pulling out his rock hard dick. he grunts, thumb slipping over his bright red tip. he hisses again, hand quickly wrapping around his length.

his fist jacks up and down, not wasting any time. his eyes squeeze shut as your name starts tumbling from his lips. he couldn’t care less if people heard his loud groans, he’s just a man. which is pretty hypocritical actually, since if he was busting to take a piss and heard some loser jacking off, he’d be disgusted.

“fhuckk..” white beads start spilling from his tip, coating his cock as his hand gets faster.

he feels like an idiot, getting riled up over a stupid lil dance and then rushing to tug one out. you'd call him an idiot too. bakugou's eyes squeeze tighter, imagining you saying those words to him. truthfully, he's hardly ever spoken to you. seen you around and whatnot, maybe threw a "g'mornin," your way, but nothing more. though even still, he's here in a rando's bathroom for a reason, right? clearly he has some sort of desire for you?

he mentally rolls his eyes, his hand slowing down. what the fuck is he doing?? was he really about to make himself nut in another person's house? katsuki huffs, annoyed with himself for a few reasons, but rips off some toilet paper to wipe the pre smeared on his dick. he lets out a quiet grunt, tossing the tissue in the tiny trash before shoving himself back in his pants and unlocking the door. and there you are. standing right next to him.

[chibinasuu]

Hello! I saw your req’s were open >.< so I was wondering if I could ask for a zoro or Sanji x sleepy reader. Specifically where reader is constantly sleepy and NEEDS their naps or they will be cranky like a toddler XD sorry this is just exactly how I am and I think it’s kinda silly <3 thank youu && I love your work

asdjkdlakdj this is such a cute prompt!! thank you so much for the request! i know you said zoro or sanji, but i couldn’t decide so i just did both :) 

hope you enjoy <3

Much-needed Nap

Pairings: Zoro, Sanji x Reader (separate)  Tags: sfw, fluff, established relationship, GN but written with F!Reader in mind, no use of y/n

Zoro

“Zorooo,” You pouted from your perch on the bench of the crow’s nest, “How much longer are you going to take?” 

The swordsman in question was doing some push-ups effortlessly in the center of the room, “I literally just started warming up.”

“Oh, come on!” You went over and crouched beside him, poking the hard muscles of his bare back, “It’s nap time.”

He paused and looked at you incredulously, “You already took a nap right after lunch!”

“I can’t help it that I’m already sleepy again!” 

“Well, go take another nap then.” He said, continuing his reps, “I gotta finish this set.”

“But I wanna nap with you!” You whined as you belly-flopped onto his back without so much as a warning, your arms clinging to his neck, “Now, Zoro!”

Zoro, the monster that he is, didn’t even stumble and continued with his push-ups as if there was no added weight of another person’s whole body on top of his.

“Fifty more.” He compromised. “You can stay where you are. Hell, you can just nap like that if you want.”

After a few more reps, he chuckled, “This is actually great training – I could use the extra weight.”

You swatted the back of his head, and with an exaggerated gasp, you joked, “Are you saying I’m heavy?!”

His movement actually stuttered as he burst into laughter, “You’re insufferable.”

“And yet you love me anyway.”

“That, I do.”

The motion of Zoro’s exercise had a similar effect on you as a rocking chair, and you felt your eyes getting heavier and heavier. 

“...Forty-eight, forty-nine,” You vaguely registered Zoro counting, “Fifty!” 

He carefully lowered himself onto the mat and you rolled off him, “Ugh, finally.” 

Before Zoro could get up, you draped one of your legs and arms over him, trapping him to your side. 

Zoro laughed, “At least let me get dressed first.”

“No, don’t get up.” You snuggled closer to him, “I’m comfy.”

He squirmed to get you both into a more comfortable position. Now on his back with your head resting on his chest, he said, “Hm. Can’t believe I found someone who likes to nap more than me.”

“Seems like you met your match then.”

“Seems like I did.” He agreed.

It was dark when you were rudely awoken by Usopp’s shouts from below the mast, calling out that dinner was ready.

You sighed as you felt Zoro’s steady breathing, indicating that he was still fast asleep. You might be insufferable whenever you needed a nap, but your man was definitely more so whenever he needed to be woken up from his. 

As you gently shook him awake, his arm, which had snaked around your waist in his sleep, tightened even further. He buried his face into your neck and refused to open his eyes.

You let out another exhale. You could only hope that Luffy had not already inhaled all of the food by the time you two finally got to the dining room.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Sanji

“Hey,” Sanji called out, hands busy filling the kettle to make some tea for the two of you, “Do you want the blue mug or the yellow one?”

You were seated on the dining chair, your body slumped forward onto the table, arms pillowing your heavy head. It had only been a couple of hours since you woke up from your last nap, yet you could barely keep your eyes open now. 

The rain pattered on, the faint sound of it hitting the deck outside and the window of the dining room only added to your drowsiness. 

You had heard Sanji talking to you, but in your half-asleep state, you couldn’t find the energy to give him an answer. 

Sanji, still facing the stove, repeated the question in a slightly louder voice, thinking you hadn’t heard him. 

“I don’t care, Sanji!” You snapped as you put your forehead down on the table and closed your eyes.

Sanji paused, before immediately turning off the stove and putting away the mugs. Tea time could wait, he thought, but first, he needed to take care of his beloved. 

He walked to where you sat and touched your back gently to get your attention.

You lifted your head and looked up at him, about to open your mouth to apologize for your ill temper, but he already had a knowing smile on his face.

“Come on,” he said, offering his hand, “It's time for your nap, sweetheart.”

“I’m sorry,” you sighed as you took his outstretched hand, “I didn’t mean to snap at you.”

Sanji only chuckled while he pulled you to your feet, “I know. You’re just tired, aren’t you?”

He led you to the plush couch on the other side of the kitchen, then sat down and patted his lap. 

You curled up on the couch, placing your head on his lap as you’d done countless times before. The cook’s delicate fingers automatically went to your hair, his gentle strokes slowly lulling you to sleep. 

“The blue one,” you mumbled sleepily, causing Sanji to reply with a confused “Huh?”

“I’d like the blue mug, please.”

Sanji smiled in amusement, “Sure thing, dear. We’ll get the tea brewing once you’re up from your nap.”

He touched his fingertips gently to his lips, then to your forehead, before returning them to your hair, “For now, sleep.”

You obliged, falling into a peaceful slumber, as you always do with him around.

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[godnectar]

Yandere himbo? >:)

・✶ ｡ﾟ𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐁𝐎 ;

cw: toxic behavior, bae's hot, oblivious and delusional asf, kinda manipulative, jealousy, violence, guilt tripping,,,, justifications + probably a big ass etc. ( inbox )

𖣠 YANDERE HIMBO who possesses a genuinely warm and friendly demeanor that, along with his looks, easily draws people to him. the pure, charming, and easygoing smile he usually wears making it extremely hard for others to suspect anything about his hidden, darker tendencies — reason why you didn't really made a big deal out of his sudden but innocent looking crush towards you and just felt flattered.

𖣠 YANDERE HIMBO whose loyalty absolutely knows no bounds once you two got together after countless of sweet, sincere compliments, some appealing winks, and a few wholesome dates. he's hopelessly devoted to you, willing to go to extreme lengths to ensure his darling's happiness and safety twenty-four seven.

𖣠 YANDERE HIMBO who's cheerful facade is fast to crumble the next second he perceives someone as a threat to your lovely, fairy tale looking relationship, no matter if it's because of one of your friends getting to touchy or just one of your relatives making a disapproving comment about your choice of a partner. even though, he's also quick to apologize whenever you get mad as the familiar, beefy arms that hold you at night get covered with scratches after he holds your acquaintances in a chokehold deep inside an alley hours prior. unsurprisingly, guilt overcomes you as soon as you glance at his pouty lips and furrowed eyebrows, pained by your anger over his instinctive jealousy.

𖣠 YANDERE HIMBO who as much as he lacks intelligence, probably also lacks comprehension for his actions' severity most of the time, leading him to justify some disturbing things such as his hostility, surveillance and obsessive keepsakes by saying it all comes from his undying love towards you, the light of his eyes.

𖣠 YANDERE HIMBO who genuinely thinks there's nothing wrong with what he does. sure, he might not be the brightest bulb in the box, nor the man with the healthiest mental state you'll meet — the latter being pretty noticeable, especially when you catch on the fearful stares some people send among all the praising others unawarely give — but at least he's trying his best at showing you that his... heart throbs only for his sweetling, right?

𖣠 YANDERE HIMBO who desires with all his heart for you to be as head over heels for him as he is for you, never giving up on trying to make you let down all of your guards to share his innermost yearns, fantasizing about an intense, exclusive and unique connection between you two where both seek to become the other's one and only.

"tell me how much you love me, my dear. need to hear you saying there's absolutely no one in your heart but me."

© godnectar 2023. please do not modify, translate, or repost my works on any platform without my permission.

[rissouu]

I lovvved the she's busy smau prank!! Can you do random Dabi texts and maybe Hawks?? They can be anything :))

Thanks if you do! ^^

random texts with dabi!

warnings: suggestive, mentions of sexual content, mentions of smoking, and etc!

author’s note: hi bby, im glad you enjoyed it! sorry it took so dang long, but here’s your request love :) i really need to stop with these text au’s but im already in too deep.. 💔 im obsessed

©rissouu 2024 (don’t steal my shit, if it’s inspo make sure you give credit!)

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[waldau-archived]

18 with mingyu please! thank you 😚

“Teasing kisses where one person blows air into the other’s mouth and runs away.” + mingyu

i would like to kiss his pout once please and thank you

“mingyu.”

“that’s not my name,” he whines, but is still obediently standing next to you as you fill a glass with water.

“kim mingyu?”

“do you want me to die? is that it?” he asks, turning to look at you with a frown. he’s always cute, but this might just be your favourite mingyu — drunk and clingy, taking offense to the way you’re referring to him.

“isn’t that your name, though? what should i call you?”

“gyu,” he huffs, sipping the water you hand him. it takes a while before he manages to down the glass, but once he’s done, he wraps his arms around your shoulders and rests his head on yours. you’re well and truly trapped under your boyfriend. “baby. love of my life. your life, i mean.”

“gyu,” you repeat, standing on your tiptoes and pressing a kiss to his cheek. he smells of alcohol, his perfume that you love so much, and the faint smell of cigarettes that are not his own. you know he’s going to want to take a shower even if he’ll deny it. “you feeling okay?”

“tired. head hurts a bit.”

“i’m sorry,” you frown, genuinely meaning it. “i think you should have a tablet before you sleep.”

“i need something else before that.”

“what is it?”

“kiss me.”

“you’re drunk, baby,” you say, unwrapping yourself from the embrace and pushing his hair out of his eyes. “i think there’s other stuff you should do first.”

“like what.”

“take a shower, change into more comfortable clothes?”

“just say you don’t love me.”

“i don’t—”

“don’t actually say that?” mingyu exclaims, looking at you with wide eyes.

“silly man,” you scold, holding his face in your hands, “i was going to say i don’t think i could ever say something that false. i love you, and i want to kiss you, but i’ll do it only when you brush your teeth and have that tablet, okay? oh, come here,” you say, when he pouts at you. you’re not yet immune to how cute your boyfriend can be when he wants to. “i love you. love of my life.”

his smile comes back, and you squish his cheeks together before you blow a small gust of air on his lips. the look of shock on his face prompts a grin on yours and you let go of him, preparing to run.

“hey!” he calls out. “come back! that’s so unfair!”

“love you, too!” you yell back. you’re going to attack him with kisses once you’re both under the covers.

[sqtorux]

satoru with reader who has a curse where she can hypnotise anyone she wills under the guise of them being in love with her.

no, you arent a sorcerer or a curse user. you just so happened to be burdened have this curse and may have been using it for your own good (who wouldn't?).

one time you got a little too silly and ended up indirectly defeating two grade 1 sorcerers by making them fight to the death for your hand. they really were just in the way of your mischevious plans!

so it's no surprise when you find the strongest sorcerer in modern times standing tall in front of you. to exorcise you? to capture you? you weren't sure but well, even he's nothing against your curse right?

every 'i love you' used to be shallow and every promise of forever used to be empty. those were all facades of the curse etched into you.

but the way those six eyes seemed to stare deep into your soul, the way its wielder's hands moved against your body, the way his mouth spoke of the devotion he has for you, it's not your fault for wanting it to be real right?

[cookies-over-yonder]

drabble request. momence where jazz internal monologuing (?) realizes he has a crush on allocer and having an "oh. oh shit" momence bc oh my god in love with best fren and then oh my god he has a girlfriend ?!?!?!?!???

Another sleepless night led to another onslaught of scattered thoughts and memories.

Jazz sighed, thankful that his brother wasn't currently yelling as much as he had been in his dreams.

Staring up at the ceiling reminded him of those nights under Furfur's training. But the memory of Allocer by his side soothed him.

The thought of Allocer always soothed him.

The presence of Allocer soothed him even more.

…

These scattered thoughts had always circled back and focused on one thing. 

And that was him.

The demon who was always by his side.

The demon he could always count on.

Allocer…

There was something that tugged at Jazz's chest. It wasn't new, but it was intense.

It squeezed his heart and made it pound.

Bringing a hand to his warm cheek, he had a feeling his face had flushed a shade of red.

This was nothing new.

It was nothing new.

Still, he couldn't help but wonder why…

The specks on the ceiling suddenly became incredibly interesting. Anything to guide himself away from that train of thought.

Jazz didn't know what this ceiling was made of. If he asked, he was sure Allocer would be able to provide an answer, with his deep and calming voice…

Oh…

Oh no.

There was no way.

There was no way that Jazz could think of Allocer like that.

They were best friends. Partners. But not like that.

Never like that.

Allocer was taken, after all.

Shit.

A deep wave of unease fell over Jazz.

There was no way he'd fall back asleep now.

[shuafiles]

Hii!! Could you make dream texts where they are jealous that their girlfriend is close to another nct member?

nct dream texts: jealous of another member

CONTENT | no warnings, just fluff/crack :D sry if its bad :(

[hoonvrs]

ENHA AND THEIR PARTNER PRIVILEGES

req for 1k event!

PROMPT enha and the types of partner privileges they’d give their s/o

PAIRING enha x gnr

GENRE est. relationship, fluff

WARNINGS swearing, delusions

W. COUNT 0.6k

S. NOTE i loved writing this omg

LEE HEESEUNG

( going into his bedroom unannounced )

ever since hee got his own bedroom everything changed

god forbid any of the members go into his room without asking first

even if they go in to tell him something they have to knock first

so imagine the shock on their face when they saw you one day just go in

no knocking, no nothing

and hee didn’t even get mad?? didn’t even bring it up to you

made all the members (especially niki) sulk cause why could you go in whenever you please whilst they couldn’t 

PARK JONGSEONG

( touching his guitar set )

the way jay is protective over his guitars you’d think he birthed them himself 

one of the members could simply breath next them and he starts losing his shit

can’t even be near it cause “what if you trip and fall into it”

next thing you know here’s jay trying to teach you guitar

you didn’t even know he acted like that until the members made it seem like you killed someone when you randomly took it out of the case one day

they all told you how he acts whenever they go near it

cue the offended gasp when they find out jay has never acted that way with you 

SIM JAEYUN

( sleep together )

as much as jake is a physically affectionate person

he hates sharing a bed 

he’s just always preferred sleeping without having fight someone over his own blanket

but with you he insists to sleep together

he’s even kicked out niki one too many times out of his bed

and even if you do sometimes (read: most of the time) end up stealing the blanket, he uses that as an excuse to cuddle you for warmth

PARK SUNGHOON

( ruffle/touch his hair )

one of hoons biggest pet peeve is when someone touches his hair

and if someone even so much as comes near his hair once he’s styled it

be ready to deal with a pissed off sunghoon

the amount of arguments he’s had with the other members over this is crazy

so, when you decided to on day ruffle his hair in front of the boys after they watched him spend 15 minutes on it, they were prepared for an argument

surprise surprise he just laughs at your antics leaving the boys offended because “what happened to bros before hoes”

KIM SUNWOO

( be physically affectionate )

as much as jake is physically affectionate with everyone, sunoo isn’t

he’s always been someone to be a little uncomfortable with any show of physical touch

thus, never initiating it 

cue the members pouting as soon as they see sunoo run to give you a hug

all start complaining how he never hugs them, or even returns their own hugs

confuses you a little cause sunoo has never not been affectionate with you, even before your relationship

YANG JUNGWON

( cry in front of you )

as the leader of enhypen, jungwon has always believed he has to be the pillar of the group

or where he basically never shows when anything is bothering/upsets him to his members 

as much as all the members keep reassuring him that it’s okay to cry in front of them

you’d never catch yang jungwon dead crying

except you apparently

to you, jungwon had always seemed to be secure with his emotions, and maybe the members are jealous who knows

NISHIMURA RIKI

( babying him )

no matter how many times niki will insist he’s ‘mature’

he’ll always be your baby

doesn’t matter if you’re older or younger than him

boy doesn’t even let the members baby him as the maknae

they could simply call him a cute nickname and suddenly he becomes defensive

everyone was shocked to find out he willingly lets you call him ‘baby duck’ after ranting to the whole nation that he is a puma

perm taglist @mesopret @tnyhees ​@haknom @shinsou-rii @redm4ri @lacimolela @llama-lyna @chiyuv @lazysmushi @flwoie @kocokookie @kyexvly

[whoskimii]

DO I MAKE YOU HORNY, BABY ?

★ touching him ft. gojo ! ★

˖˚₊ warnings ⋆. 𐙚 ˚ slightly subby satoru, he cums in his boxers (prematurely), brief mention of unprotected p in v at the end (don't be silly, wrap your willy :3), curse words.

˖˚₊ wc ⋆. 𐙚 ˚ 1k.

“hn...” satoru shivered as you sat behind him, drawing slow, lazy patterns across the bare skin of his trembling thighs. his pretty eyes squeezed shut as he leaned his sweaty back on your chest before letting his head fall backwards against your shoulder.

he wanted this. needed this.

you were his everything, the love of his life, the girl of his dreams— hell, you were his dreams.

however, he was scared to cum prematurely. he knew it would turn out this way, but he forced the anxious thought at the back of his mind.

every aspect of you prompted him to finish sooner than expected. your softness, your gentleness, your warmth— it was bound to happen.

“wait... a–are you sure 'bout this...?” the silly question made him cringe internally.

he was the one who should worry.

your quiet giggle made him tense subconsciously. “of course, i am. are you, 'toru ?” you whispered into his ear, your hot breath brushing against the shell of his skin. your pretty, manicured hands ran up and down his thighs, slowly, teasingly.

you were testing him.

“yeah, i a–am too... why d'you ask ?” he muttered, attempting to conceal the way his voice was coming out shakier than intended. “by the way you're trembling, i'm wondering, y'know ? especially 'cause you were so confident before this whole thing started.” you gently mocked him.

his thin, white eyebrows furrowed slightly as you spoke. his cocky personality resurfaced. “who's tellin' you i'm not confident ? i am, i just don't wanna hurt— mphm !” he inhaled sharply as one of your hands slipped under the waistband of his boxers to wrap around his hard, leaky dick.

“mhm ? what were you sayin' ?” you smirked, dragging your lips along the skin of his tense shoulder tauntingly. “fuck me...” he breathed, letting his heavy eyelids flutter shut.

“aw, 'course i'm gonna do that,” you smiled softly. “but be patient.” his eyes opened again when he felt you move. you straddled him easily. he swallowed thickly but his hands flew to your meaty hips nonetheless.

“what are you—" he fumbled with his words but you cut him off. “shh,” you placed a hand on his chest and slowly pushed on it to make him lay on his back. “you trust me, right ?”

that question was also silly.

“of course !” he hastened to answer. “i mean, 'course i do...” he trusted you more than anyone else.

he didn't know how you did it but you made him trust you.

“good boy...” you whispered and leaned down, your chest pressing against his. the praise made him shiver but he would never admit it. you ran your hands down his chest before stopping at his toned abdomen. your rosy, plump lips met the sensitive skin of his collarbone, which made him whimper. “fuck...” he breathed.

you kissed the hollow between his collarbones before teasingly moving towards his shoulder. he hummed and tilted his head to grant you further access, letting his pretty eyes flutter shut. “you like that, 'toru ?” you whispered against the flesh of his shoulder.

silly.

“uh-huh...” he nodded lazily, focusing on the lovely feeling of your lips on him. your mouth traveled from his neck to his sharp jawline, the tip of your warm, wet tongue occasionally dipping out to lick at his skin. he felt you giggle before your lips met his. he instinctively melted into the kiss, reciprocating the embrace with a soft enthusiasm.

“want me to make you feel good, pretty boy ?” your lips brushed against the shell of his ear.

did you have a thing for asking silly questions ?

however, the compliment made him all tingly inside. he knew he was pretty. handsome, even. even a blind man could see it. after all, he had been told countless of times that he was the strongest— the prettiest— during his childhood and even after.

but somehow, hearing the words roll off your tongue made it even better.

“yeah...” he whispered breathlessly. he groaned softly as you began grinding your hips into his, your clothed core brushing against the damp fabric of his thin boxers. “baby...” he placed his pale hands around your waist, guiding your lazy movements.

the more you moved against him, the more he felt that familiar bubble in his lower tummy tightening.

fuck.

it was already happening.

“angel, if y'keep movin' like that— mhm... shit...” he sighed. “you were 'boutta say something, 'toru...?” you knew what he wanted to say. “yeah... if you keep grindin' against me, i'm gonna cum...” he admitted, almost shyly.

you hummed, pressing your lips against his. he kissed you back before the tip of his tongue slid out to brush along your bottom lip, asking for entrance. once you parted your lips, his tongue found yours eagerly. “shit, you— mphm— definitely have some killer hips, love...” he sighed into the kiss, his words slightly muffled.

he was about to cum. he knew it.

“baby, please, just... i don't wanna cum before being inside you, stop...” he broke the kiss with a breathless sigh. you hummed but didn't stop grinding against him. “love, shit, i... i'm 'boutta cum. i'm 'boutta cum.”

he gripped the sheets tightly, his eyes closing as he felt a pleasurable pressure in his lower stomach. “fuck... i don't wanna... cum before you do.” he managed to gasp.

“satoru...” the way you purred his name, mixed with the movements of your hips, was enough to make him finish. “shit—! ngh...” his back lifted off the bed slightly as he came in his boxers. “oh...” he panted.

once he finally came down from his high, his usually light-toned cheeks were flushed. he opened his half-lidded eyes softly, still hazy with pleasure. he met your gaze, slightly ashamed. “baby, i... i'm sorry, i tried to warn—” you placed your lips against his, cutting off his sentence. “do it again. inside me, this time.”

oh.

based on this ask.

[dulcescorderitas]

omg the tramp stamp fic. i need to be sedated. thinking about a part 2 where dean is hitting it from behind and can’t keep his eyes off the tattoo

notes: purr

the first time had been a revelation. the second time was an obsession.

dean wasn’t the kind of man to get fixated, but there was something about the inked letters of his name stretching and shifting over the curve of your ass as he drove into you that rewired his brain. he couldn’t stop staring. couldn’t stop thinking about it.

and now, with you on all fours in front of him, your back arched just enough to emphasize the tattoo, he was well and truly fucked.

his fingers ghosted over the ink, reverent. “you really did this,” he muttered, more to himself than to you. “really put my name right here.”

you turned your head to glance at him over your shoulder, teasing. “told you, dean. i belong to you.”

dean let out a rough groan, hands flexing over the soft flesh of your hips before he smacked your ass—hard. the sound cracked through the room, your gasp swallowed by the filthy chuckle he let out. his palm lingered over the tattoo, tracing each letter, as his cock throbbed against your soaked folds.

“Goddamn, sweetheart. you’re gonna kill me,” he gritted out, shifting his hips just enough to tease you. the head of his cock brushed against your entrance, your body clenching around nothing, desperate for more.

“dean, please,” you whimpered, pushing back against him.

“yeah?” his voice was thick with hunger, fingers digging into your hips. “you want me to fuck you, baby? want me to ruin this perfect little pussy while you wear my name like a damn brand?”

you moaned, the sheer filth of his words making heat coil low in your stomach. “yes. yes, i need it.”

dean exhaled sharply, his restraint snapping like a live wire. without warning, he thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt in one swift motion. your cry was caught somewhere between a gasp and a moan, your fingers curling into the sheets as he set a ruthless pace.

his hands gripped your waist like a vice, dragging you back onto his cock with every brutal thrust. but his eyes—his Goddamn eyes—never left the ink on your skin, watching it flex and stretch as he pounded into you.

“look at that,” he groaned, voice wrecked. one hand slid up your spine before fisting into your hair, yanking your head back just enough to keep you arching for him. “my fucking name. right on your ass. you know what that does to me, baby?”

you gasped, back bowing under the pressure of his grip. “tell me,” you breathed, desperate for anything, everything.

dean let out a wrecked chuckle before slamming his hips forward with a force that had you keening. “makes me wanna keep you like this. on your knees, dripping for me, taking me so well.”

his free hand came down on your ass again, right over the ink, the sharp sting mixing deliciously with the overwhelming pleasure. “you’re mine,” he rasped, voice ragged. “every fucking inch of you. say it.”

“i’m yours,” you gasped, the words spilling from your lips before he even finished asking. “God, dean, i’m yours.”

dean groaned, the sound ripped from his chest like it physically pained him to hold back. his thrusts turned brutal, relentless, his fingers leaving bruises in their wake. “that’s right, sweetheart,” he muttered, leaning down to press a scorching kiss between your shoulder blades, never once slowing his pace. “mine to fuck. mine to ruin.”

you clenched around him, the coil of heat deep in your belly tightening with every punishing snap of his hips. you were so close, so fucking close—

and then he reached down, fingers finding your clit with devastating precision, rubbing tight circles that had you shattering. your body convulsed around him, pleasure detonating through your veins as you screamed his name, nails clawing at the sheets.

dean followed a heartbeat later, his rhythm stuttering as he spilled inside you, burying himself to the hilt as he groaned against the sweat-dampened skin of your shoulder. his fingers flexed over your hip, still tracing the letters inked there, branding you in more ways than one.

for a long moment, the only sound in the room was the ragged pull of your breaths. then, finally, dean let out a shaky chuckle, pressing a lazy kiss to your spine.

“Jesus, sweetheart,” he murmured, still catching his breath. “i don’t know if i should be thanking the tattoo artist or warning them to never fucking touch you again.”

you huffed out a breathless laugh, twisting slightly to glance at him. “i think you just did.”

dean grinned against your skin, nipping lightly at your shoulder before pulling you against him, still buried deep inside you. his fingers traced the ink once more, slow and deliberate, before he whispered, low and possessive:

“my name looks real fucking good on you.”

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