#drabble: crooked

[jazzythursday]

Jesper doesn't understand how he holds it all in there. Wylan’s brain is like a squirrel. Packing nuts into expanding pockets for the long winter. He knows everything.

He lights up with it. Like he constantly wants to share the fruit of his labour. Like the knowledge he collects needs to be poured out in bits before it overflows. He talks and explains and it’s fast and free and it’s so Wylan, through and through— and then it’s like he catches himself. Like he dims once he realises what he’s done.

Jesper doesn’t want to think of the implications of that look. Because it makes his chest tight and puts a bad taste in his mouth. He’s happy to reassure Wylan that he likes when he talks as much as it takes for him to believe it.

But that look— right before. Like he’s so happy to be telling him, like he’s happy to be listened to. Then the split second of frozen fear. The pinched lips, tense jaw, widening and then squinting of those big, big eyes. The part where he huffs that short, horribly self deprecating little laugh. The part where he looks down, and when he looks back up there’s something stiff in his smile, false in the upturn of his lips. Eyes like cut glass shining in the light. The crest of an eagle, mid flight, shot down. 

“Sorry,” he says. “Um— I’m probably boring you. I’ll stop.”

You could never bore me, he thinks. Keep talking forever, he thinks. Tell me who made you think your words weren't worth anything to anyone so I can make them taste the blood on their own tongue.

Wylan and boring are not two words that Jesper can even fathom placing in the same sentence. Wylan is like lightning in a bottle. Like a spark personified.

Jesper isn’t sure how much he’ll accept. He doesn’t want a repeat of Shu Han if he can help it. Jesper hates disappointing people, hates being anything other than exactly what they want— expect— out of a good time with Jesper Fahey. He isn’t sure what he’s allowed to argue for or against when it comes to Wylan. What they have— This thing between them— is still so terrifyingly new.

He’ll put himself out there for this, though, as much as he dares, to make sure Wylan knows that he’s listening.

[undercover-grisha]

Relapse (Jesper Fahey Drabble)

Jesper ran his hand over his hair, and sighed. His eyes hurt. His lungs hurt. He was tense, and tired, and his neck hurt from where the bouncer had thrown him out by his collar. His body moved on instinct, and he slammed his foot into the trashcan beside him. And again, and again, and again. He kicked brick instead of tin and grasped at his knee, dropping curses in every language he knew. He stamped on trash, as if the paper wrappers from street food owed him ten thousand kruge.

Kaz watched from the side, hands clasped on his cane. And waited.

“Fuck!” Jesper cried, and kicked at the wall again. His eyes were teary and red, the bright gray sheen clouded in disappointment and loathing. “Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Kaz waited.

Jesper finally stopped his fit, and just seemed embarrassed now. He stood away from Kaz, shoulders visibly shaking, trying to reign himself in as he made plans.

“I’ll win it back,” he muttered, flexing his fingers for guns he’d left at home. He sniffed, and scrubbed his hands over his face yet again. “I can… I almost…”

“You can’t, and you didn’t.” Kaz said, voice echoing.

Jesper ground his fingers into his hair, nearly ripping the curls from his scalp in some sort of an effort to escape his body.

“I…” he wallowed for a moment, drinking his plans and pleas and profanities back.

Kaz slowly, slowly, pressed his hand to the back of Jesper’s neck, resting on the tight tendons that suggested sleepless nights. He could almost feel Jesper’s heart beating in his neck like an out of time clock. Kaz stood there as Jesper caught his breath, looking at the street as the boy swiped aggressively at his nose. Then Jesper turned so suddenly that Kaz’s hand jerked down to his shoulder, ready to push away, purely on instinct.

“What do I do now?” He asked, barely a whisper, and tried to redeem himself with a clearing of his throat. Kaz’s eyes flicked over his face, not studying him, he knew Jesper well enough that trying was no longer required. He could just read.

“You go home.” Kaz said simply. “You talk to Wylan. Let him fawn. You lounge in your money. You stay away from the Barrel for a while. And when you feel itchy, you come find me, and I’ll give you a job. Part time. Bartender or something.”

Jesper stared at him, just an infuriating inch too tall, gray eyes big and moony. He sniffed, and wiped at his nose. “Yeah. Yeah.” He said finally.

Kaz patted his shoulder to get him going, and Jesper finally turned, albeit somewhat stiffly, and they began to walk back to the Van Eck Estate.

“You’ll have to wear the Crow Club uniform. I don’t allow gauche in my club, you know.” Kaz noted. And Jesper laughed, maybe a little too loud, head thrown ever so slightly back, and Kaz’s lips moved into a small smile.

And the boys walked home.

[simplybuckley]

wylan is like... weirdly good at a lot of things. he can try something for the first time and already have this strange affinity for it. jesper is always in awe of the immense talent that wylan posses, like he is magic in some sort of way. yes, jesper is a little jealous.

what jesper doesnt see though is wylan beating himself when he isn't automatically good at something. the way wylan blinks back tears, the way his hands shake, the way his heart pounds. wylan has always felt this need to be perfect at everything he does.

he knows, deep down, this comes from the way his father treated him. if he couldn't read, he'd be perfect in everything else he did in a sour attempt to gain his fathers love. it never worked.

wylan will never admit it, but hes terrified that jesper will leave him if he isnt perfect. he needs to be perfect.

it goes on like this for months before wylan finally snaps in front of jesper. they're having fun, trying out something new for the first time, and wylan finds it... difficult. he isn't perfect at it. and he just... snaps.

wylan starts crying. its silent at first as he tries to swallow back the sobs, until he cant. it takes jesper by complete surprise.

his hands shake as he tries and tries and tries to get the hang of whatever they're doing, but he just cannot get it right.

when jesper finally grabs wylans trembling hands, he startles, eyes wide with - what jesper can make of it - fear. wylan just stares at him, expecting the worst, expecting yelling, berating, screaming, hitting-

but jesper just hugs him. hugs him so tight, so close to his chest, that wylan feels the breath squeezed out of him. it takes him a while to eventually calm down and hug jesper back, his nose buried into jespers shoulder as he relaxes.

when hes finally feeling okay again, jesper convinces him to try again. and he does. and though he isnt perfect, though he struggles with getting it right, that fear that had lingered for so long finally started to leave.

jesper helps him, as much as he can. and wylan, for the first time in what feels like forever, feels like he can be just normal, that he can make a mistake and learn from it.

because he knows jesper loves him, and that nothing in the world - not even his flaws - could ever change thatm

[goddess47]

To Catch A Crook

For @sterekdrabbles (Mar 4, 2024) prompts: crook, market, bright

Also for Sweet_and_Short (on Dreamwidth) prompt: public

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"What an idiot!" Stiles sighed.

"Some crooks simply are not all that bright," John replied, shaking his head.

"But selling Hale branded loot at a public flea market?" Stiles threw up his hands. "Just... stupid!"

"At least it made it easy to catch him," John pointed out.

"Derek will get his stuff back, too," Stiles nodded.

"After a bit," John said firmly. "We need to process it and get the DA to sign off before we can release anything."

"Oh, man!" Stiles rolled his eyes. "Derek loved those boots."

"He'll get them back. Eventually."

"You can tell him!" Stiles declared.

[dreamtigress]

Several Sentence Sunday

Today's sentences comes from 'Metamour Meeting'. I have a series of drabbles/ficlets and short scenes that will eventually be going up on A03. It's mostly Original Character content, exploring little moments in the OC's lives that are tangential to Kaz, Inej, Jesper and Wylan's stories in my canon. Here, Zurye is visiting Alexi's house for the first time.

When Zurye knocked, a curvaceous redhead answered the door, dusting her hands on an apron. 

“Good afternoon. Can I help you?” There was a smidge of Kaelish accent to the woman’s Kerch.

This must be Alexi’s wife, Zurye thought, based on the description from Oxana. “I’m looking for Alexi. My name’s Zurye Omari. I'm new to his crew.” 

“Oh, hold on,” the redhead turned and bellowed into the house. “Alexi!”

A startled smile came to Zurye’s face. “Ahh, thank you.”

“No problem. I’m Neve, by the way.” She returned the smile, then peered past Zurye across the street. Muttering quietly, she observed, “That boy is horrible at stealth.”

A quick glance revealed a Kerch boy with long blonde hair ducking behind a neighbor’s porch. Zurye recognized the Dregs tattoo on his right forearm. “Is there a problem?”

“I don’t think so. Pretty sure Mister Brekker has the Dregs watching over us. That one across the street has been here all this week. I’m of a mind to invite him in for cookies. Speaking of which, would you like to come in? I just pulled some hand pies from the oven.”

Given that Zurye hadn’t eaten lunch yet, and the smells wafting from the house were mouth watering, she agreed. “That’d be lovely, thank you.”

Soft tagging: @hotpinkmurex, @tinyarmedtrex, @polycrowtruther, @intosnarkness, and @magicandpizza, if you have sentences you want to share today.

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Lex! (as previously seen here)

@whumpacabra @enteredin2eternity not story stuff yet but it's something? 😶

[olskuvallanpoe]

fic: he’s in the driver’s seat (drabble)

wesper (six of crows), 686 words - hurt/comfort

summary: a drabble surrounding wylan’s understanding of love as told through the driver’s seat of a car

[coiled-dragon]

44 - Dracfield

5- Teddy and Rebecca

For the Write a Kiss Prompt list. :>

Having a hard time for the Dracfield one BUT I'll still try to get it done if I can kick my brain in gear.

In the meantime though, I did write the TeddyBecca one ♥

A Kiss Where It Hurts

CW: Broken nose, blood

“Ow, fuck!” Teddy hissed, wrinkling his face up and only succeeding in making his busted nose hurt even more as Rebecca dabbed at it.

“Stop being a fucking baby,” she replied, wiping away blood that was still trickling in a steady stream out of his nostrils. 

He made a frustrated noise but tried to hold still, cracking an eye open. Rebecca was focused, brows pulled together slightly in a way that made her look adorable. It was an intense gaze, her dark eyes looking over the red and purple bruise spreading from the crooked bridge of his nose and pursing her lips.

“I’m gonna have to realign it…” Rebecca stated, her gaze going to his.

“Huh?” He hadn’t heard her. Well, he had heard her, but just the sound of her voice. The words had been lost on him, thinking about much he liked being so close, being cared for by her. Her face screwed up in annoyance. Cute.

“Your nose is totally fucked, Teddy,” she said, leaning back. The wad of paper towel in her hand was stained vibrant red with blood, but there was still a slow drip running down over the top of Teddy’s lip. It had mostly stopped, at least. “I’ll need to push it back into place.”

“That sounds like it’s gonna hurt…” he said, almost a whine.

“Oh, it is. Like a bitch,” Rebecca said, nodding and giving a smile at the fear that jumped in his eyes. “But if I don’t, it’s gonna heal crooked. Which, I mean, it could look cute.”

“Fuck no, I don’t want a crooked nose,” he huffed. He just didn’t want it to hurt, either.

“It’ll be quick, promise.”

“How many times have you realigned a nose, doctor Quincy?”

She snorted at that, then thought.

“A few times. Usually a doctor would be better but considering the circumstances…” she shrugged. Teddy couldn’t risk going to a hospital and being recognized. He was still considered a missing corpse, and if they found out he was alive, he’d end up in the same prison as his mother.

“Ugh… fine, let’s do this.”

Teddy shifted in his chair, sitting more upright and clenching his fists in his lap. Rebecca tossed the bloodied paper towel aside and scooted closer. He couldn’t help flinching as her delicate fingers pressed against the tender and bruising flesh. It stung, having swollen to the point of going numb if nothing touched it. The initial punch hadn’t even hurt that much, the pain exploding into stars behind his eyelids before fizzling to a hot throbbing.

“On three, okay? One…. two…” 

She pushed without getting to three, Teddy yelling but resisting the instinct to pull away as pain lanced up through his skull and dispersed behind his eyes sockets. She pulled back, lips tugging into an uneasy look as more blood ran down his chin.

“Fuck…” he said after a moment of silence, the pain bringing a stir of nausea to his stomach. “Oh, fuck, I feel sick…”

Rebecca cocked her head as he winced as he involuntarily wrinkled his nose.

“Looks straight, though!” She said, giving him an apologetic toothy grin. He grunted in response.

Rebecca stood and went to the freezer, Teddy grabbing another wad of paper towel and wiping at the bleeding that was already slowing. Coming back with an ice pack, she leaned down and kissed the bridge of his nose, and dropped the pack into his free hand.

“There, all better.”

[kittyslvs]

ARMOR ; KAZ BREKKER

pairing: kaz brekker x fem!oc

word count: 284

summary: things aren't going well between Alinora and Kaz, it seems like someone needs to end something, but what is it?

warning: nop, probably ooc :))

mari´s note: i had this saved in notes since the second season of sab came out, so I checked and wanted to upload it ;) hope you like it.

Her relationship with Kaz was very confusing, because he always put a barrier between them. And this is valid, he still has a trauma with Jordie's death, with physical contact and trust issues.

But, she's also human, she's tired of those boundaries; Alynora was tired of Kaz Brekker's armor.

She tried to talk about it with Kaz, obviously it didn't end well; Alynora trying to remove Kaz's armor; and him, putting on a new one. It was a vicious circle, a very tiring one.

After the fights, both ignored the fact that it was unhealthy not to try to improve what they were fighting about. It was something that slowly consumed them, making their mere presence toxic to the other.

The "cheerful" or "enthusiastic" spark of the female was slowly fading away, and she couldn't permit that.

The truth is, like Kaz has his armor, Alynora has one; Ketterdam was a place fully of blood, death, and fights. Everyone tries to get an armor to protect them, for some people, their armor was violence or something else. But she's was different, her little inside kid protects her to the darkest of the city, so she couldn't lose it.

The armor that protects her in the worst moments of her childhood, a childhood who was lived in the streets of Ketterdam, with hungry and danger.

And if save her armor means let go the only love that she has, she would do it. She'll do it over and over again.

 Because her love for Kaz was no greater than her love and appreciation for the "insignificant" thing that kept her alive always.

Maybe in another situation or universe she could be with him, without armors.

[krugesandcrows]

I'm soft for Kaz waiting for Inej

I just had this vision that Kaz, on nights when he has nothing that needs to be done urgently, goes to the fifth harbor and stands there looking at the ocean in front. He watches as the waves come at him with fury and shrink into nothing but foam in a hurry to return to the vast blue, promising to come back with a much stronger billow next time. He stands there as the waves, persevering, fail over and over. He stands there until the sun greets the sea with its first tentative rays and leaves before the light becomes blinding. All the while thinking to himself, she did not come tonight. But that doesn't mean he won't wait for her here next time. Or the time after. Or forever.

[sky-neverending]

crooked kingdom spoilers!! SoC drabble *laughs evilly*

Nina was dreaming again. Dreaming of him. 

There was no difference to the images in her head than any other night, and at this point they were so vivid it hurt. 

Sometimes the dreams were happy. A life where everything hadn’t gone so horribly wrong, where he was still here. Where he wasn’t lost among the darkness, a faint memory in the minds of those who barely knew his face. 

Sometimes they were worse. 

Those were the ones that seemed the most real. They burned bright in her mind, horrible and terrible and so real. 

She settled on not sleeping.

[thetravelingymleader]

(*Nox is Swiping through their rotom phone boredly, eyes drooping from exhaustion*)

Just gonna look through Johto league rulesss... real quick... wanna battle... Sid....... n' mmaybe..............

......

zzzzznzzzzzz..........

[nobully]

💔 bc indecisive lmao

KISSING  MEME | 8. a  kiss  on  an  injury  my  muse  gave  to  yours.

Sometimes, Eiden is a brat.

Not that Wang Yi expects him to behave after knowing him all this time, but when the guy gets into a mood and refuses to shut up he—just—snaps.

When the wooden soup spoon in his hands (still hot, by the way) follows the swing of his arm to smack against his friend's face, Wang Yi doesn't think much of the cries of pain that follow. It's not until they turn nasal and Eiden's voice lowers dramatically that he spins around to seen the man half bent over and groaning wretchedly to himself.

' What is it—did I break your nose or something? ' Wang Yi grumbles.

Eiden looks up while muffling his face, tears in his eyes. "I dink yoo did."

' What?! '

Between the panicking, blood, and taxi ride, the two of them arrive at the hospital looking like recent survivors of a murder scene. Fortunately Eiden gets whisked away soon enough, leaving Wang Yi to pace the halls until the patients staring at him force him into the restroom to clean his bloodied shirt.

Eiden comes out of the hospital with a splint shaped like a band-aid over his nose bridge, looking waaay too cheerful for someone who's nearly suffered a disfiguring injury. Wang Yi wonders if he's just keeping up a front, but when he questions him on the train—

"I mean, guys don't usually remember me for my nose, you get it?"

' Forget it, I shouldn't have asked. '

"Ahhh, waitwaitwait! I mean yeah, I'm a little upset, but if you're going to feel bad over it then I'm not gonna guilt trip you, you know?"

' Oh don't worry, I've stopped feeling guilty already. '

"No way, seriously? After you hurt me so bad...!"

' I don't know, you seem fine. '

"Come on, have a heart!"

' Gods no. '

Their back-and-forth lasts through the train ride, on the sidewalks, and through the entrance of Eiden's apartment before he realizes that Wang Yi's shut the door behind him too.

"What's up, you forget something here?"

' No, I'm staying over. '

Eiden arches an eyebrow. "After all that? Man, did it end up turning you o—"

' To look after you. ' Wang Yi manages between gritted teeth. ' And shut up—don't "kyaa kyaa" me—don't even laugh...dammit Eiden, are you even listening?! '

Of course Eiden is. He just chooses to ignore what Wang Yi's saying.

The soup in the pot's reheated, dinner served, and dishes washed—all by Wang Yi while Eiden flits around and generally acts like a nuisance (in Wang Yi's personal opinion). Finally he banishes the guy to the couches, but he just ends up sprawling over them in an attempt to find a comfortable position to sleep. As it turns out, it's a little harder when your nose bridge's just been repaired.

' Do you need me to call a doctor? ' Wang Yi asks after he's finished with the cleanup.

This time Eiden grimaces slightly before brushing it off. "Don't worry about it. Hey, you can knock me out if it gets too bad, right?"

Wang Yi just sighs again and grabs Eiden by the face to stare at his nose. It looks all right, though it's starting to swell a bit beneath the splint. Guilt wracks through him and something must have shown on his expression, because Eiden cups his face in turn with an easy grin.

"You can go home, you know. You've done all you can already."

' Shut up. It's not like it's the first time I've slept over. '

Eiden's already ready with another quip when a finger brushes whisper-light over his nose. He blinks, then looks at Wang Yi who's still staring at him as if transfixed. For a second he wonders if the guy's gonna say something cheesy like "Does it hurt?" or "Shh it's okay," but—

' Your face looks really stupid with this thing on. '

Okay, should've expected that. But it's on-brand for Wang Yi, so Eiden doesn't even get phased as he challenges back, "You're the one who still wants to sleep with me, though?"

Wang Yi grabs him a cup of water. ' Just take your painkillers. '

What might've been something else just ends up being a slumber party instead, a situation that amuses Eiden much more than he expects. Or maybe the painkillers are getting to him. He's getting tucked in by a stubborn-minded Wang Yi when a great idea pops up in his head, so of course he blurts it out.

"So are you going to kiss me good night?"

' What? No. '

"It's not like we'll be doing anything else..." Eiden complains faintly, then adds, "besides, my lips are still fine."

' No. '

"Not even out of guilt, huh."

' No! '

"Sheesh...all right, then.... You're so cruel..."

That's it, then. Eiden closes his eyes and silently laments the unworthy demise of his love life just because one guy got too fussy after he broke his nose. Honestly, it was just one body part! The other 95% of him was functioning perfectly fine! He's still thinking over ways to get back at Wang Yi that he misses the rustling noises as someone rests their hands on the bedcovers and leans in. When Eiden finally senses the figure drawing closer and opens his eyes, it's to see Wang Yi place the lightest of kisses on his...nose splint?

Time freezes for a second, long enough for Eiden to see just how long Wang Yi's lashes are and the fresh, sharp green of his irises. Then their gazes meet and the other backs off in a hurry, scrambling to get off the bed even as Eiden starts complaining again.

"What—I didn't even feel that!"

' Shut up! Why aren't you sleeping?! '

"I just closed my eyes for like a second! It's not like I'll fall asleep right away!"

' Your loss then. I'm not doing that again. '

Was that supposed to be my goodnight kiss...? "I mean, you can sneak another one after I'm asleep for real and I'd never know?"

' No!! '

"Damn, you're such a tease..."

' Shut up! '

"You can shut me up by kissing me ag—"

Annoyed and embarrassed, Wang Yi finally moves in, grabs Eiden by the shoulders, and drops his stupid kisses.

Smack smack smack smack smack!

One for each cheek, a flitting peck on the lips and forehead, and finally the airiest, softest kiss on his nose again. Eiden reels a little but still feels frustrated.

"Wasn't bad—but the technique was kinda lacking—"

Wang Yi pushes him down, tucks him in, and shuts him up with one last threat. ' Please go to bed before I make you bark like a dog all night just because I can. '

His eyes are flashing red. Eiden bites back the "oooh, kinky" joke, huddles beneath the covers, and willingly gives up.

At least for tonight.

[wttcsms]

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖࣪ match my freak !!

ᝰ.ᐟ the two of you are private not secret, but when the media starts to speculate that the two of you are no longer together, neither of you are too happy. the best way to get everyone to stop with the breakup rumors? posting something a little bit nasty to the feed to satiate everyone's curiosity. (fem!reader)

featuring tobio kageyama, atsumu miya, tetsurou kuroo, wakatoshi ushijima, tooru oikawa, rintarou suna content contains breeding kink (atsumu, wakatoshi), pregnant reader (wakatoshi), famous!reader (changes depending on scenario), creampie (tetsurou), hatefucking (not really, you + kuroo just like to antagonize each other but the attraction is there), scratches on his back (tobio), hickeys (tooru), wet n messy (rintarou), possessive!character x possessive!reader (the two of you are obsessed with each other ok), social media references lol author's notes i'm definitely doing a blue lock version, i'm just seeing if this is a popular premise lol <3 based off this original concept !! these are just silly little drabbles for me to warm up to the idea of writing again haha

౨ৎ TOBIO KAGEYAMA

your fans are speculating: that you and kageyama have broken up. fans are recording footage from you on your latest tour and claim that you're "clearly disassociating" and "somewhere else mentally" when it comes to singing your iconic love songs. you and kageyama have always kept your relationship private because he's not a very open person to begin with, and you don't want to give the media more material to misconstrue. you know that kageyama hates when some random person will annotate your verses on genius lyrics and try to make the claim that your innocent metaphor is you wanting to jump ship and leave kageyama. and you hate how it's your own fans who are making wild accusations of you no longer being with the man all your love songs are about.

you posted: kageyama, with his back turned to the camera so all that fills your camera is the surprisingly broad expanse of his muscular back and shoulders. he's not even flexing, and it's obvious that he's a world-class athlete. he's facing the closet, trying to find a shirt to put on, and it would be a semi-innocent photo, the pinterest-perfect photo inspo for every private not secret relationship out there, except for the fact that there are clearly faint, red lines — scratches — running down his back. you caption the photo with a "monday morning 🤍" (your insane fans spam the comment section to exclaim how they knew you two were still a thing... and to speculate that this photo is somehow an easter egg for an upcoming song/album. well, they're right: you two will always be a thing, and tobio dicked you down so good last night that you could write him a whole album.)

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

"fuck," the word slips through his gritted teeth, and you can tell that your tobio is still upset about how your fans seem divided. half of them claim no one could ever make them hate tobio (you find those fans to be absolutely adorable), and the other half...

well, the other half are making slideshow posts to audios that go "some boys take a beautiful girl and hide her away from the rest of the world" and the ones that seem to go viral are always the ones that feature you and tobio.

"not hidin' you away." he mutters, never slowing down his thrusts. he admires the expression on your face as he fucks into you, his ego pleased with how receptive you are to his every movement. he has you speared on his cock, your tight little cunt full of him, your eyes getting so adorably teared-up because he's just a little bit too much for you to handle. tobio isn't good with words; he thinks you're the most beautiful girl to exist, but he can't verbalize it. so he just takes in your sweet, fucked-out face, the reaction only he's capable of drawing from you, and it all gets so overwhelming for him.

he has to bury his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling the sweet scent of your body wash as he continues to bully his cock into your soaked pussy. "why's it bad if i want to keep you all to myself?" he's practically whining, and you think this would be so cute if only you weren't currently chasing after your release. or rather, tobio's forcing you to cum, whether you want to or not. it's not like you can stop him; tobio devotes himself to always ensuring that you finish before him. he likes the satisfaction of knowing only he can take care of you, and he especially likes the way his cock looks with you creaming all over it.

when he gets like this, all you can do is cling to him, your arms wrapped around his muscular build. when he gets rough with his thrusts, when his body gets just the slightest bit sweaty from the exertion (evidence of just how much work he puts into fucking you), you have to dig your manicured nails (the set he paid for) into the skin of his toned back. otherwise, you'd lose your grip, and your hands would slip off.

tobio relishes the slight stinging pain of your nails scratching down his skin. but the scratches aren't enough. he needs to make you cum. when you get so caught up in your climax, you start clawing at him as you lose control. he loves the scratches you leave on him; it's proof that he's yours just as much as you are his.

౨ৎ ATSUMU MIYA

haters are saying: that you're just using atsumu for content. you're a gold digger. you're not genuine. you're not "wifey material." spectators are claiming that atsumu is playing worse than before because he's too "pussywhipped" for you. well, he likes to cheekily admit to you that he is addicted to your pussy, but they're wrong about everything else. obviously. however, the haters are feeling very vindicated whenever they see atsumu hasn't been posting you as much. (you're traveling for a new vlog series on your page, but no one knows.)

he posted: a mirror selfie. which isn't breaking news. atsumu miya always breaks the internet when he posts a mirror selfie because the only thing worse than a hot guy is a hot guy who knows he's hot. no one is a stranger to the sight of a post-workout, sweaty, shirtless atsumu, who flaunts his tight abs and muscular thighs with a steamy mirror selfie. but this photo? this one is going triple platinum. it's going down in history. this selfie is taken in dim lighting; the curtains in the background are drawn shut, he's got one hand gripping his phone (making the phone look tiny in his big hand), and he's got one arm wrapped around you. it's not an innocent hug, though. he's cupping your ass, and the phone in front of his face does nothing to shield his satisfied smirk. you're clad in nothing but lacy lingerie from a designer who loves to sponsor you, and you're clinging to his side, almost like you can't even stand without his support. it's clear that the two of you definitely were... appreciating the work your favorite designer put in when they created that lacy set.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

"what do you think?" you're smiling at him, knowing damn well what he's thinking.

atsumu looks up at you, reflexively licking his lips as he takes in the sight of you wearing a new set of lingerie that you just got delivered. it leaves little room for imagination, and the material looks so delicate, atsumu is already thinking about how he'll have to apologize to the designer for ripping it off of you.

"i think I'm the luckiest man alive right now." atsumu is shameless in the way he's admiring you, the way the setting sun still peeks through the curtains, enveloping your body in a delicious golden glow as you inch closer and closer to him.

in a matter of seconds, he's pulling you on top of him, placing wet, sloppy kisses over any centimeter of your skin he can reach. when you make a move to slip off the panties, he protests.

"leave 'em on f'me, baby. please?"

he fucks you with you still wearing the lingerie set. your breasts are spilling out of the bra, and all he did was move your panties to the side so he could stretch you out with his cock.

"fuckin' idiots, tellin' me you're not good enough to marry. i'll show 'em what a good girl you are, right? gonna put a ring on your finger, and make you my wife." he's fucking his cock into you, making sure that your cute cunt knows who it belongs to. "gonna fuck a baby into you, sweetheart. no one's gonna say shit about our family, huh? 'cause i won't let 'em."

your cunt clenches up so nicely with every comment he makes that atsumu knows he has to make all those pussydrunk promises come true.

౨ৎ TETSUROU KUROO

the tabloids are posting: paparazzi photos of you — the socialite daughter of the man who owns the msby black jackals, and jva's promotion division's golden boy, tetsurou kuroo. it's late at night, and the two of you are clearly leaving a party celebrating the success of another eventful volleyball season. you're wearing the iconic ysl heels with a black mini-dress that honestly should be called a micro-dress. your hair is a mess, you're walking like your knees are struggling not to wobble, and walking three steps behind you despite his longer stride is kuroo; his tie is crooked, his cheeks are flushed, and he has a grin that says something like i just fucked one of the richest bratty heiresses in japan, and i left her wanting more. the amount of blind items that are allegedly alluding to you and kuroo are being spread all over tiktok. one reads, "this sports club heiress was seen exiting a party with this semi-known marketing mastermind who works in the sports industry. apparently, they couldn't keep their hands off each other, and no one can recall seeing them together during the party; everyone only caught glimpses of them running away from the festivities together."

you posted: a photo slideshow on instagram of your absolutely iconic outfit from the party, only these photos were clearly taken before the party. your hair is done, your makeup is perfect, and your caption states don't believe everything you read. the last slide is a screenshot of an online headline speculating about your "new man" with a photo of a grinning kuroo from that night. the reason why this makes everyone go insane is because you're no stranger to a scandal — this is, however, the first time you've ever addressed a headline.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

"hurry up," you hiss, your eyes darting from left to right as you make sure no one is nowhere near the secluded corridor kuroo somehow managed to find.

"y'know, i thought girls were supposed to like guys who don't blow their loads prematurely." even when he's bullying his cock into your slicked up cunt, savoring the way your sensitive walls are clenching around his dick, tetsurou has a very annoying habit of still sounding entirely in control. for someone who can't keep his hands to himself when it comes to you, he's irritatingly great at playing nonchalant.

but he's just a man, after all. he might tower over you, his large body shielding you from any prying eyes, and he might know your body so well that he can bring you to completion twice (once with his fingers curling against that special spot of yours, and another one so rudely wrung out from you when he slid his cock in your orgasm-recovering, overly sensitive pussy) in just the fifteen minutes he's been toying with you tonight, but you know that he must be feeling something. you saw him shift his pants the moment his eyes met yours from across the room, when his eyes travelled down your body and followed the way your dress emphasized the curvatures of your body.

"if you don't finish right now, i'm not going to let you cum inside." you threaten him, trying to steady your voice as you bite back a moan. it'd be a major issue if the two of you got caught, with the volleyball association's golden boy being buried balls-deep inside a sports team owner's bratty daughter.

with every sharp snap of his hips, kuroo is only forcing more slick to come gushing out of your pussy. he can't even take the time to admire the white ring you left around his cock; he's too focused on chasing after his release because he didn't get to where he's at by not being opportunistic.

"if i cum inside, you have to keep it in your panties the whole night. you wouldn't want that, would you?" he sounds a little breathless now, his pace quickening as his thrusts get sloppier. he's smiling at you, that damn annoying smile that makes you want to roll your eyes or insult him. but your body betrays you. his grin only widens when your pussy tightens up at the idea of having his cum soaking in your panties while you interact with people at this party. a dirty little secret shared only between you two.

he lets out a breathy chuckle at your body's betrayal. "okay, princess. since you want it so badly, i guess i better give it to you."

you could practically cum again the minute you feel the warmth of him finishing inside of you. you're a spoiled brat who gets what she wants, and while you refuse to admit it, you want him. all of him.

and he's going to give it to you.

౨ৎ WAKATOSHI USHIJIMA

the media is going crazy over: the fact that ushijima is the type of person who doesn't clarify anything because he just assumes that everyone can read his mind. he's blunt, sure, but he's not really the type who does much explaining. after the first game of the season, an interviewer asks him if he enjoyed spending the off-season with you, his girlfriend and one of the most beloved, fan-favorite WAGs of all time. ushijima stares straight into the camera as he states in his usual deep, flat rumble of a voice, "the off-season was successful, but she isn't my girlfriend anymore. thank you." and then he just walks off, like he didn't just drop the most insane piece of information ever?

he posted: a photo of an ultrasound that was clearly taken out of his wallet since it's thrown on the table in the background. he's holding it in his left hand, and the overhead lighting is reflected from the silver wedding band he's wearing. now that he's off the court, he's able to wear it. in typical ushijima fashion, there is no caption, but a picture is worth a thousand words. you're not his girlfriend. you're his wife, and soon to be mother of his child.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

"mmph — 'toshi!" you squeal out, your calves burning from the stretch as your beloved wakatoshi has your legs bent and spread for him. he's just so big that you'd never be able to handle all of him, and yet, here you are, bent into a mating press every night since the two of you have gotten married. you try to beg him to slow down, but words escape you as he buries himself into your pussy, letting out a deep, guttural groan as the warmth of your cunt coats his cock. there's no better feeling than this.

even if you could request for him to slow down, it wouldn't have mattered or made much of a difference. your husband has a one-track mind. when wakatoshi is set on a goal, it's hard to break his focus until he sees it to the end. and right now, wakatoshi's goal is to fuck a baby into you, to see you round with life because of the seeds he planted.

he's hunched over you, abs tightening and flexing with every sharp inhale of breath he takes. he's gonna fuck himself empty, going to keep filling your cunt with his seed 'til he's shooting blanks. his eyes glance at the ring he put on your finger before returning to admire your blissful expression and the way your body seems to have gone boneless from all the fucking he's had you endure.

"just a little bit longer." he manages to say, before forcing his cock in even deeper. "just have to make sure it takes."

౨ৎ TOORU OIKAWA

everyone is claiming: long distance relationships never last. when oikawa makes the shocking announcement that he is no longer a japanese citizen, everyone immediately wondered what that meant for the future of your relationship. does that mean it's over? officially? if oikawa is leaving behind his hometown, then by default, is he leaving you behind too?

he posted: a photo slideshow, only most of the images were clearly taken by you. the first one is of him driving; the two of you are in his convertible, and he's wearing a white button down with most of the buttons undone. on the stark white of the shirt are kiss marks; the imprint of your lips lined with cherry-red lipstick are all over the material of his shirt and on his freshly-tanned skin. the other photos are of what you two ate for dinner, the sunset from the beach, and a selfie of you two looking more in love than ever. fans are quick to point out the massive hickey on your neck, and tooru tags you in a reply to the top comment that points it out, and he's saying "you missed a spot babe." you reply back, "i ran out of concealer because you gave me too many to cover"

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

"i missed you," your boyfriend mumbles into your soft skin. tooru can get so clingy when he goes long periods without seeing you, and you indulge him because he's tooru. he's got his face buried in the space between your shoulder and neck, and his breath is warm against your skin as he speaks.

"everyone is saying i'm abandoning you, but that's not true." he whines.

"i know, baby. i don't care." you laugh softly, absentmindedly playing with the soft strands of his hair. he settles into you, and it's almost sweet, until he starts nipping at your skin.

"tooru, what are you doing?" you can't find it in yourself to chastise him too harshly, but you do have to restrain yourself from pulling back.

"jus' want to show everyone that you're still my girl." he peers up at you, licking his lips. "you'll let me do that, won't you?"

tooru bites and sucks at your skin, sharp canines grazing your soft flesh. he sucks at your most sensitive areas while he works his fingers in and out of your gushing cunt. when he pulls his fingers out and holds them up, so the sunlight can shine and really highlight how much of your juices is coating his digits, he smiles. his girl gets this wet just from him marking you up?

as he sucks on his fingers, relishing in the way you taste, he can't help but be happy to know that no matter how far away the two of you are from each other (for now), you're still his girl.

౨ৎ RINTAROU SUNA

your fans are telling you: suna doesn't care about you. suna doesn't put forth any effort into your relationship. suna literally streams on twitch during the off-season yet he can't seem to ever post you?? suna doesn't deserve you. suna—

suna is a lot of things, but nothing like the deadbeat, ashamed boyfriend allegations. in fact, all your well-meaning fans are so far off on how he treats you that you and him get a good laugh from the outrageous conclusions they've jumped to.

you posted: a photo of rintarou with his head on your lap, and you've got your fingers playing with his hair. it's a sweet photo, really. except for the fact that you decided to pair it with an audio that's a snippet of a song that goes "he's so pretty when he goes down on me" and a caption that reads this song is so relatable 🤍

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

anyone who thinks rintarou is a selfish lover, a lazy lover, someone who merely tolerates you or is ashamed to be with you... they clearly don't know either of you very well.

because even when he's exhausted from practice, rintarou comes home craving you. craving your sweetness, your warmth, your love — and your pussy. he's obsessed. rintarou suna loves to eat you out, and he does it with such passion, such enthusiasm, that it's hard to refuse him, even if he's been going at it for the past hour.

your juices are leaving a stain on the bedsheets, and your slick is coating your inner thighs. it doesn't help that rintarou is messy with his technique. he needs your legs spread for him, granting him easy access for him to just dig in. he's still in his practice jersey, and when he feels your grip loosening from the strands of hair you're tugging at, he'll slow down his pace, calming down to just tiny kitten licks while he peers up at you.

your head is thrown back in pleasure, and your hips have a mind of their own as they still jut forward, as if trying to bring your cunt impossibly closer to him. no need for that, really, seeing as how he craves to bury himself in your warmth, to suck on your cute little clit and have you humming all over his tongue.

"rinnie." you whine out, still subconsciously bucking up your hips. he smiles before resuming his original ministrations, gluttonous and greedy with how sloppy and hungry he is with you. if you're still capable of talking, then you're not too fucked out to not allow him to get his fill.

[madame-fear]

𐙚 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐃.

ೀ amira speaks.ᐟ : this was written for my most lovely wifey @lady-ashfade,, who’s been thirsting a little bit too much for the serving Strong boy, Jacaerys. It’s something shorter than usual as I wrote it with the little free time I have,, but I hope you all enjoy it anyways. ♡ ˗ˏˋ ꒰ summary : there is nothing that the eldest son of Rhaenyra enjoys more, than filling you with pure dragonseed to prove you are only his. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ word count : 500.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ pairing : drabble, smut. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ genre : Jacaerys Velaryon x Wife!Reader

WARNING.ᐟ THIS FIC CONTAINS ; breeding kink. p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, Jace being slightly possesive over you. a really short drabble written by an exhausted author so excuse any mistakes.— lmk if I forgot anything else!

“Umbagon iēdrosa,”

A kiss was delivered to your lips, silencing you from letting another loud groan escape; his own lips pressed firmly against yours. Jace’s fingertips digged deep in your skin, almost clawing it, as his hands were placed in your hips, forcing you to remain still.

Helplessly, a whimper was released against his lips, simultaneously feeling Jace groaning faintly. A warm feeling occupied your stomach leisurely, as his cock pulsated deeply inside of you. You had lost track of time, having been in that already aching position for a good while— almost all night had passed with your moist cunt getting filled with his seed.

“F-Fuck,” your words grew stuck on your throat, digging your nails on his back, as your other hand interwined it’s fingers on his brunette curls in the back of his head. And as if all those hours getting cum-filled hadn’t been enough, Rhaenyra’s heir slightly moved out of you, only for his cock to leisurely push once again back inside— sliding in and out so easily of your wet pussy, as his member was coated with your fluids.

“I’m sorry, ñuha dōna jorrāelagon,” he began muttering in between pants, placing his lips on your neck’s sweet spot— knowing each one of your most delicate corporal zones, and that was something to take pride for whenever you squirmed beneath him. “But, I need you to carry my heirs. And when you do, everyone will know just how much I adore filling you with my seed.” another groan spurred from your lips, as his hardened cock increased the pace in which it constantly hit your inner sweet spot.

You ached with each one of his movements; your soft groans and pleas occupying the silent space in your shared chambers. With the passing hours of the night, you felt almost oversensitive even to the slightest touch— but, at the same time, you couldn’t deny it felt satisfying to feel his erected size releasing it’s cum inside of you.

Both your trembling legs were firmly interwined on top of his back, offering him free access to keep pushing himself deeply inside of you, as you hid your face on the crook of his neck— weakly nibbling on your lower lip to hold back your continous pleas, your ragged breathing hitting against his exposed skin.

A faint fleshy sound was provoked with each single hit against your cunt, his length beginning to throb softly, while a knot tangled on your stomach. Growls escaped from him, holding you firmly in place. A feeble grin grew on the corner of his rosy lips, hotly breathing against your own skin as well. One of thumbs gently caressed your skin, lazily placing kisses all over that precious face of yours— admiring every inch of you.

“Otherwise, how else will everyone know who you belong to?”

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𝐀 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀

𝐒��𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: A guide on how to properly date your tattooed, big, bad boyfriend.

𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒: Established relationship, slice of life

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: some profanity, biting(non sexual), fluff, no curse AU, usage of nicknames, no mentions of y/n. (Would be just a short series of drabbles)

𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝟏 : 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔

Divider credits: @cafekitsune

"I love you."

"What?"

"I love you." You say with a sheepish grin playing on your lips as you get on your knees, crawling over to him. The silk sheets crease under your deliberate yet rhythmic movements – something which he doesn't even seem to notice. For the felicity in your eyes and the ardor clouding your visage is a expression to great to ignore and even though it's Sukuna, he can't ignore you.

You reach his side, resting your arm on the bedframe, looking up at him with a expression akin to a child looking at something it holds dear. "You know I love you so much, right?"

He blinks, clearly baffled with your sudden proclamation of love. Raking his brain over everything he did today – nothing out of the ordinary except being a asshole to that one salesman who wouldn't take his leave until selling his– whatever it was. But for Sukuna that's ordinary cause he's a jerk at heart.

He tilts his head, "What do you want?"

"Your arm." You are quick to reply, voice carrying an ardor which is too loud to miss. "Give me your arm."

His eye twitches, shooting you a – are you serious – look. You reply with a nod, stretching your hand, asking to get served. A disinterested scowl graces his lips, sparing you a glance, he turns to the opposite side.

This time, your eye twitches. He did not just reject your advances. You huff, inching closer to him as you place your hand over his bicep, "Baby... look at me."

He does. You jut out lower lip, eyebrows furrowing and tipping your head up at him. He can't help but consider how much you ressemble a cat with that expression. He pinches his lips, "If you think that's going to convince me otherwise then you're wrong— ow!"

In no time, you have sunk your teeth on his bicep, the canines puncturing the flesh, incisors holding the skin in place as you glare up at him.

Sukuna winces in sheer pain, trying to pull his arm off of your hold but you remain adamant on not letting him go. "Owh— what the actual fuck woman? Let go of me!"

You do let go, retracting your mouth but do not let go of his arm. You pout at him and Sukuna looks down at the attacked area. A circle of crescent moon shapes has forned on the part of the skin – it hurts like a bitch.

He turns to face you fully, crimson eyes blazing with a rage as he looks down on you. "What the hell was that for?"

You pout, narrowing your eyes, "Cuddle with me."

"After that stunt you pulled? Absolutely not."

"Absolutely yes."

He glares at you and you glare back; the silence turning into a staring match.

Sukuna scans your face, the crease on your forehead to the way you've twisted your lips and finally the flicker of vexation in your eyes.

Definitely a cat.

He sighs, threading his fingers through his hair before stretching out his arm. "Come here."

In an instant the irkness vanishes and you jump into his arms, eyes gleaming with delight and mouth stretched into a triumph grin. You giggle, "I knew you'd come along." You say, nuzzling your face in the crook of his neck as Sukuna loops his arm around your waist, shifting you to a closer and better position.

He sighs, "Whatever, brat. Just don't bite me again."

You pursue your lips, gazing at him with a guilt. Leaning up, you press your lips against his cheeks in a chaste kiss, "Mhm, sorry."

Heat rushes up Sukuna's face, spreading from his ears to his neck; he looks away from you.

"Aw, are you blushing?"

"Shut up."

"You are blushing."

He merely responds with placing his hand on the back of your head and pushing your face down on his chest. "Shut up."

You giggle, mumbling something incoherent before snuggling closer to him. "I love you."

This time, Sukuna doesn't suppress the idiotic grin which spreads on his lips. With your face pressed against his chest, he strokes your hair, placing a soft kiss on top of your head.

"I know, brat."

𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝟐