#fic babbling

[acerobbiereyes]

Ok ok ok, in THIS fic sukuna will be a dragon - in the next fic I will make it more merfolk-y themed where Yuuji is the mythical creature in question.

[fatalism-and-villainy]

Funny thing about Hannibal is that "talking like they're in therapy" is fully in line with canon. Not for wholesome reasons, but just because our protagonists cannot break from from the roles that formed the basis of their relationship (nor do they want to). The one-sided vulnerability and power-jockeying via long-winded metaphor-laden consultations generates so much of the erotic power. And Hannibal cannot resist any opportunity to subject Will to rigorous self-analysis. Every time he engages in sexual activity he's gotta have an insufferable "how did that make you feel, Will?" post-mortem afterwards. He can't help it

[cherrygirlfriend]

facials with stepbro!rafe

warnings: smut, oral (m receiving), facial funky little idea!!

"c'mon." rafe nudged, slapping his cock against your cheek, "just suck it already."

every part of you told you that it was wrong, that you definitely shouldn't be doing that, yet the slick arousal coming out of your pussy was telling another story, one where you were thirsty and needy for him.

you took his cock into your mouth, the mushroom tip he stuffed into your little mouth causing you to let out a noise that was inbetween a whine and a moan.

you allowed rafe to fuck your mouth, your stepbrother letting out loud, lewd moans while you kept your hands behind your back, his nails digging into your shoulders.

yet, with every, "fuck, you're so good..." as well as every little moan and groan he let out, your folds got wetter, and rafe got even harder.

you started to accept that he was inbetween your lips, your pretty little mouth sucking his cock, looking up at him with eyes that said that you'd never done anything wrong, your stepbrother panting before picking up the polaroid camera next to you.

"yeah, keep sucking it like a good girl." he mumbled, pushing your head closer to the base of his cock to the point that you almost gagged.

"fuck, this is gonna look so good, sweetie..." rafe mumbled, pulling his cock out of your mouth and taking your hand, wrapping it around his length to help himself out, the blonde coming all over your face, the sticky, white subtance covering your pretty face.

rafe’s hands were on your instax, his hands steady as he took the picture; his stepsister's face covered with his cum, the girl's lips practically begging for more, and although you’d never admit it, there was a part of you that was begging for more of your step brother, rafe’s cum all over her face.

"smile for me, baby."

[artificialbreezy]

thighs. thighs. thighs.

CW: thigh riding cause i’m a whore, quickly written smut, fem!reader, Quinn’s a yap, this has been in my head all day

NSFW under the cut ◡̈

“c’mon,” he’s patting his thigh, “wanna feel your needy cunt leak all over my thigh.” his voice is stern, and his eyes never leave yours as you step closer to him.

his hands are quick to grip your hips, rubbing soft circles on the skin. “missed you a lot today.”

“missed yo-“ your voice dies off when he bounces his leg. causing your head to fall to his shoulder, hiding the flush of your cheeks.

he’s moving your hips against him, smiling to himself listening to you hold in your soft whines. “atta girl, just like that. take what you need, baby. let me see how desperate you are for me.”

your pace beginning to slow, his hands coming down to your lower back, pushing you forward a bit.

“why are you slowing down, baby?” his other hand reaching up to bury his hand in your hair and pulling back gently. seeing your eyes filling with tears, lips shaking. “oh you poor baby. you’re tired, already? you just need me to do everything for you. i spoiled you too much huh?”

he smiles at you, watching you nod your head.

his hands gripped your hips again, pressing you harder against his clothed thigh giving your clit a little more pressure before moving his leg again.

he’s quick to notice your eyes screw shut. “gonna cum already? doesn’t take much with you, does it? bet i could just talk to ya and you’d make a mess. go ahead, pretty. let me have it, wanna feel you.”

he knows your body, he knows that little shake your shoulders did mean you’re close. he knows all he has to do is grip your hip a little mean, and you’d let go.

“oh, there we go.” his voice drags out. “that’s a good girl. love this so much, love you so much.”

youre huffing, trying to catch your breath. “thank you, Quinny.”

“did so good babe. come here, lemme hold you a minute and then we’ll go lay down okay?”.

[anghraine]

I do appreciate getting AO3 comments that encourage me to keep going! But I got a comment on an on-hiatus multi-chapter WIP that said absolutely nothing about it being unfinished and just listed things they liked, and it was really sweet.

[inkyarcturus]

Imagining an older Harry, after the war, doing an activity on the floor (8th year work, a puzzle, a game etc.) and Severus walks in to see what hes doing.

Harry beckons him to join him in the activity, wordlessly putting a blanket and pillows on the floor for him.

When Severus asks why, Harry just smirks and calls him an old man jokingly. Severus is lightly offended but actually deeply appreciates the blanket and pillow because… yes actually, his joints ache along with his back and his knees creak a lil too much when he crouches down.

He’s 37 years old and he’s gone through two wars, multiple rounds of torture, and years of stress from spying. So yes, he deserves the pillows and blankets thank you very much, that does not mean he is old Potter.

[thee-great-enigma]

Price would only give you the slightest hint of what you really want to see in his nudes, or around the house.

M!reader

Oh you're rock hard and want to rub against his ass for some relief? He sits down on the couch for three hours, completely ignoring you.

Oh you wanna eat him out, feel the weight of his cock on your throat? He'll walk around in sweatpants that are hanging so low on his hips that you can see the salt and pepper fringe of his happy trail and the very base of his thick cock, not that the sweatpants are hiding the outline of the pretty thing. But he swats your hand away anytime you try to touch him, walls away anytime you sit on your knees and plead for him to let you touch him because you "Need to so bad, sir, please? What have I done wrong that you won't let me touch you? Just- please? I'll be good, just please- please I need it, need you so bad sir," you whine only to be shut down again and again.

You want to fiddle with his chest whether it be playing with the soft hair or lightly pinching or sucking his nipples? He'll swat your hand away, wear a thick coat, send you pictures of anything else, make sure you can't get what you want.

And of course it makes it all the sweeter when he does finally let you have your way. But he's also busy doing his own thing, watching TV or reading a book. Bonus points if he's wearing his little reading glasses on the lower bridge of his nose to see the pages of his book or even paperwork. Since you've begged so nicely, been so good for him all day, he might as well give you a little bit of relief. When he first told you to kneel in front of him, you grinned stupidly, thinking he'd finally let you use your mouth for something other than pleading for him all day.

But instead, he shoved his foot between your thighs, shin practically crushing your cock. You let out an embarrassingly high pitched noise as pleasure and a small bit of pain rushes up your spine, making you slightly dizzy for a second. Your jaw gapes as you try to register this, grappling at his thighs for purchase. He doesn't even pay you a glance, just hooked his leg under your crotch and made sure there was enough pressure to keep you short of breath.

You give an experimental buck of your hips and when he doesn't do anything about it, you keep going, keep snapping your hips forward. You find purchase in his thighs, blunt nails digging into the plush skin as shaky gasps and moans escapes your lips. You don't mind this so much, it feels good and at least he's giving you a bit of pleasure. You just wish he'd look at you.

You whine up at him, pursing your lips and tilting your eyebrows up, murmuring into the couch cushion, "Baby please– please look at me– I'm begging you lovie, just look at me. C'mon, that book/show can't be that important"

And yet the only sort of attention his gives you is a low grumbled. "Dirty horndogs like you don't need to be looked at. Go ahead and cum, I don't care, just don't make me watch you do it."

You groan as you rub your poor abandoned cock against his leg, complaining about him being "too mean". You reached up for either the remote or the book, but he swats your hand away, again no even giving you a small flicker of attention.

Woah Enigma knows how to write!!! Yeah sorry for not being active, life has been kicking my ass and motivation is a rare visitor that only likes to come when I'm busy but this time I actually finished something!

Honorable mention, @rodolfoparras a lil gift since I may or may not have participated in the train me gnome and a few others ran through your husband

[rinsaint]

What are your thoughts on Suna x reader who wears a purity ring and everyone makes fun of them for it until the walk into class one day and see that they are not wearing and they only get they answer as to why is when Suna asks reader to meet him in the school gyms locker room

suna definitely is the type to make fun of reader for being the innocent christian girl. He would tease and bully you every day just to get a rise out of you. He would never miss up the chance to rile you up and watch you get flustered.

so when your math teacher told you that you would have to tutor suna rintarou, it made you slightly annoyed but nonetheless, you still obliged.

even if you would never admit it, there was some tension between you and suna. His constant flirtatious act towards you made butterflies swarm in your stomach. But you couldn’t do anything about it, your family didn’t want you to be with someone until you got married.

not like you had a chance with him anyways.

or so you thought, you’d never thought you find yourself on your bed as suna rintarou’s hands roamed your body. He squeezed the sides of your hips and you let out a whimper as he starts leaving kisses on your neck.

was this really happening?

You could have ever imagined that something like this was going to happen. Being in a christian family, you had made a purity pact with your mom and dad, the ring on your finger being a proof of that. But suna is too intoxicating, the way he treats you, the way he lets his flirty comments slip pass his mouth, the way he smirks everytime you stutter out a response from his teasing, the way his rings fit on his fingers and how he knowingly knows what to say to fluster you up, is all too much. But you liked it.

You let your head fall back as his fingers starts to rub circles on your clothe clit, “mm i wonder how your family would react if they saw their little angel spreading her legs right now.”

“S-suna-“

“Call me rin, yea?”

You made eye contact with him as his finger pulled your panties aside, teasing your hole, he slips two fingers in slowly, watching as you arch against him. His fingers pumped in and out of you, you gripped the back of his hair as he left noticeable marks on your neck. Suna felt you clench around him and he sped up his pace.

“rin.. i-i think m’close” you whined, you could feel sunas smirk that always has you weak in the knees against your neck.

“well cum for me then pretty.”

your toes curled and your vision was blurred and went white as you blissfully came around rins thick fingers. You gripped onto his fingers and felt his movement when he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you, overstimulating you.

“r-rin i cant please.”

“yes you can angel, and you will, give me one more yeah?”

[ri-afan]

Soulmate au - first words on skin

“Woah, hey, you probably shouldn’t be doing that.”

“…Are you my conscience?”

Person 1 is a vigilante helping someone with a probable concussion after an attack of some kind.

Person 2 is a person who’s had many a philosophical debate on whether or not the words on their skin made them reckless or if they were reckless all on their own.

[blue-slxt]

Imagine petite!human reader literally being used as a living fleshlight😩

Like she’s so small she can just be lifted off the ground and pounded🥴

Honestly don’t even care who it’s written for feels like a Jake, lo’ak, or quaritch kinda senecio

Sincerely, a no where near petite girlie

Thank you so much for your patience. I've been working on like a million different things at the same time so I am so behind on requests. But I looove this idea. Something about just being manhandled however your partner wants you to be is so fucking aaaaaaaarrrrrrrrgggggghhhhhhhh😩! Anyways, I hope you enjoy this.

🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞

Smut under the cut.

“Make sure you don’t break my bed with your big ass.” You playfully scold Lo’ak while pulling on your spaghetti strap shirt. He flops his entire body weight onto your bed making it creak. It was times like this when you really took note of just how big of a size difference there was between you. Of course, the Na’vi were much bigger than average humans already, but you were even on the small side for humans. Watching how his body can’t fit properly on your bed while you could be swallowed whole by your sheets and blankets never ceased to amaze you. He waves you off with a ‘yeah, yeah’ while he makes himself comfortable putting his hands under his head. You roll your eyes at him and start to search through all the DVDs you have for something for you two to watch.

“What are you in the mood for this time? Something funny? Romantic? Dramatic?” you fire off the different genres as you toss aside disc after disc.

“Hmm…” he dramatically hums thinking about his answer.

You don’t bother to look at him while he mulls it over and you continue searching. You faintly comprehend the sound of him shuffling and moving around behind you, but you pay it no mind until a pair of big hands find their way on your small frame. Lo’ak’s lips brush lightly over the back of your neck and it almost tickles when he speaks.

“I think I’m in the mood for something sexy” he presses kisses onto your neck and shoulder.

“You are so corny” you say with a laugh, but you still lean into his touch anyway.

“Just put on whatever. I’d rather watch you anyway.” His low voice in your ear makes your nerves come alive with this intense fluttering all over your body. His impatience is rubbing off on you so you hurriedly throw whatever you can reach into the player without really bothering to look at what it is. Once the movie starts playing, you turn around to face Lo’ak and he immediately swipes you up off the floor and your legs lock around his waist while he presses his lips to yours. Holding onto him like this gives you the perfect feel of his cock straining against his tewng and poking you right between your legs. Clearly, he can feel it too from how his hands hold your hips and grind you down against him. Every move brushes against your covered clit and gives you small tingles of satisfaction, but it’s not enough. He’s got you so riled up now that you decide to have a little more fun and push his limits. On any given day, Lo’ak could, and would, fuck you until your body felt like jelly. But on occasion, he would lose himself and by the end, even your brain would feel numb and fuzzy filled with nothing but him possessing you completely. That’s exactly what you need right now.

Without warning, you unfold your legs from around him and let go completely dropping to your feet on the ground. His puzzled expression is nothing short of adorable.

“Shit, I just remembered that I have a report to finish” you say walking over to your computer desk and sitting down.

“Babe, you have got to be kidding me right now.” You were never one to deny Lo’ak what he asked for. Ever. Not even when you would join the clan for communal dinner and he would pull you off into the dark out of view of everyone else.

“It’s only going to take a few minutes, Lo.” You say sitting down and pulling your hair forward and exposing your neck. Lo’ak groans behind you. You know how much he loves when you present your neck for him to mark. He’s starting to catch on to your little game. If he wants it, he’s going to have to take it.

“If it’s only going to take a couple minutes, then do it after” he says pulling your chair away from your desk and over to the bed. He spins you around to face him and heat settles between your thighs at the way he’s eyeing you right now. “I need you, mamas.”

“You’re doing a whole lot of talking and yet, I’m still fully clothed” you say with a sly smirk.

He chuckles lowly to himself, “oh, you are asking for it.” In one swift motion, Lo’ak pulls you onto his lap by your waist. Your hands brace against his chest to keep yourself from flying forward. His face settles in the crook of your neck and he nips lightly at your skin making you jump.

“Now, am I going to have to rip these cute little shorts off of you or are you gonna behave and take them off yourself?”

“Don’t…I like these ones.” You whine.

“Then get rid of them. Right now.”

You shift yourself around so that you can maneuver out of your shorts while he pulls his tewng to the side to expose his thick, hard cock that was already leaking precum from the tip.

“Already so hard, love. Is that for m—”

“Don’t try to get cute with me” Lo’ak cuts you off by grabbing you by your waist and slamming you down onto his dick in one quick snap.

It feels like an electric shock is shot up your spine and goes straight to your head being immediately filled to the brim. He gives you no time to adjust before he’s fully lifting your body by your waist up and down on his cock.

“Ah! Fu-ck! Lo-ak!” Your words and breaths are broken from how he’s making you bounce on top of him.  

“Shit, your pussy is so fuckin perfect” he says through gritted teeth.

His big hands on your smaller frame completely take control of your movements and you have no choice but to let him have his way with you. His dick continues to bully its way into your tight cunt and kiss your cervix making your toes curl.

“Oh fuck, you’re gonna make me cum inside of you, mama. You want that, hm? Want me to fill you up?” his voice is lighthearted, but you can tell from the look in his eyes and his laser focus on you how close he really is and how badly he wants to give you everything.

“Yes, yes, yes, please Lo’ak!” your vision is already starting to spot as you near your own high while he keeps using you as his own personal fuck toy.

“Hng, shit!” he bucks his hips up to match the way he’s moving your body for you a few more times before the heat of his cum starts to fill you from the inside out. It sends you over the edge into your own orgasm and your pussy clamps down on him even tighter if that was even possible. Lo’ak sucks in a sharp breath feeling how tight you are around him and his forehead falls forward onto your chest waiting for you to stop milking him for all he’s worth.

His hands finally let go of your waist and they fall to sit on top of your thighs while you both try to catch your breath.

Suddenly the TV booms from across the room, “I am Bruce Almighty! My will be done!” making both of you snap your head in its direction.

“What the fuck movie did you put on?” Lo’ak laughs breathlessly.

“I have no fucking clue and I kind of don’t really care” you laugh equally out of breath. “But it looks like we still have some time before it’s over…” you lightly suggest.

He already knows what’s on your mind and a devilish smirk crosses his face.

[fatalism-and-villainy]

It's been years since I studied Latin, and yet when writing fanfic in English I found myself constructing a sentence that one would only find in a literal translation of an ablative absolute. Really had to reign myself in and say "okay, let's not do the 'noun having been verbed' construction".

[batsydoodle]

little thing i actually love about superbat is that, since Bruce and Clark both have dark hair and blue eyes, fic authors can't just go ''the blue eyed one'' or ''the dark haired one'' the whole fic. It's more effort to come up with distinct descriptors, sure, but also so refreshing to not have to read a whole fic where a character is kinda named the bitch with blue eyes the whole time

[artificialbreezy]

i’m so unwell, here’s feral word vomit

CW: cock warming, Quinn’s lowkey a yap, i need him

it starts as just a way to feel close. he’s been gone and you’re missing him real bad so he’s like “come sit on my cock and tell me about your day.” and who would say no to his sweet face? no one.

and it’s so sweet, he’s scratching your lower back and his eyes are going from your eyes to your lips while you talk to him and he’s trying really hard to not move. until he feels you squeeze him.

“supposed to be talking baby, not getting off.”

you nod, get all red and keep talking. he’s too focused on the way he fits, how you just morph to him. “you know, i think you were made for me. really do.” as he’s slowly rocking your hips.

“you whine an awful lot for someone who’s squeezing me tight. you need more? why don’t you tell me, wanna hear you beg for me to fuck you right.”

[mirusx]

there's nothing I love more about lcf than the fact that almost all of the main characters are survivors and how it seriously engraves into you, again and again, the importance of being alive FIRST. It's so refreshing to see an mc who prioritizes safety more than anything else, who won't push past the limits.. like serious limits of everyone just for the sake of winning(now if cale can also do this and walk his talk, it would be perfect.. but that wouldn't make him the cale that we all know and love). it provides you with this mentality that retreating doesn't mean immediate failure, and that there will always be another chance to try again. that one closed door doesn't imply a dead end but a chance to open an alternative path. it's such a simple message and yet we humans tend to forget it when we're facing adversities, a lot of times we're convinced we're forced to make self-destructive decisions... cale would prob have plans A to Z but there would never be a single one among them that has the possibility of him losing anyone even himself. so yes!! being alive is the best!!

[twistedappletree]

Jin Ling wanting to see the Barbie movie and begrudgingly asking Lan Sizhui to go with him because he’s the only person who’ll probably agree and not make fun of him for it (and asking his uncle to go is way too embarrassing). Little did he know that LSZ’s grossly in-love dads would tag along with them and just when Jin Ling thinks things can’t get any more awkward, they all walk into the theatre to see a giddy Jiang Cheng huddled up alone in the back with a slurpee and popcorn 100% confident that he wouldn’t run into anyone he knows

[nasturtiumloom]

HIII HRU HOPE YOUVE HAD A GOOD DAY<33

Jason brainrot rn... imagine cleaning up his cuts n splotches of blood after he gets home at night,, next morning you wake up to the lovely scent of pancakes and a loud yelp from him?!?! he might not be the best cook but at least youre always there to nurture him back to health !! burns from breakfast making included,,

IMSORRY I NEED MORE JASON FLUFF he deserves a hug n kisses but hes definitely the friend who cant go 1 day without getting injured somehow

hihihi my day was super good i hope u also had greatday!!!!!!!!!!! ٩>ᴗ<)و

PURE FLUFF!!!!! ☁︎

Jason Todd stumbled through the window, the moonlight casting a soft glow over his battered form. The night had been relentless, and his body bore the evidence. Blood and grime smeared his face and arms, and his movements were sluggish. Yet, despite his exhaustion, he managed a faint smile as he saw you waiting.

"Rough night?" you asked, your voice soft with concern.

He didn't respond, just nodded slightly, the weight of the night's events evident in his weary eyes. You moved quickly, guiding him to the couch and beginning to remove his shirt. He winced as you pulled it off, revealing a myriad of cuts and bruises. The room was silent except for the quiet rustle of your movements and Jason's heavy breathing.

You knelt beside him, your touch gentle and efficient as you began to clean his wounds. The splotches of blood dissolved under your careful touch, and you could feel Jason's eyes on you the entire time. His gaze was intense, filled with unspoken gratitude and a depth of emotion that made your heart ache.

He watched you silently, his eyes softening with gratitude. "You don't have to do this every time, you know."

You met his gaze, a small smile playing on your lips. "I like to take care of you."

Jason didn't say anything, but his eyes spoke volumes. He reached out, gently pulling you closer and pressing his lips to yours in a silent but powerful expression of his feelings. The kiss was brief, yet it conveyed more than words ever could.

After what felt like an eternity, you finished bandaging his wounds. Jason’s eyes were already drooping with fatigue, and you helped him to bed, making sure he was comfortable before slipping in beside him.

The next morning, you awoke to the smell of something...burning. Panic shot through you as you bolted upright, only to be met with the scent of pancakes. You quickly made your way to the kitchen, the sight that greeted you both heartwarming and amusing.

Jason stood at the stove, looking very out of place with a spatula in hand and a furrowed brow. A plate of slightly burnt pancakes sat on the counter, and as you watched, he yelped and pulled his hand back from the hot pan.

"Fuck!" he yelled, nursing a small burn on his hand.

"Jason!" you exclaimed, rushing over. "What happened?"

He turned to you, a sheepish grin on his face. "I was trying to surprise you with breakfast."

You sighed, taking his hand gently. "Come here, let's take care of that burn."

Leading him to the sink, you ran cool water over the burn for several minutes. Once it was soothed, you applied some burn ointment and gently wrapped it in a bandage. "There, all better," you said, pressing a soft kiss to his bandaged hand.

He gave you a grateful look, though his expression remained stoic. "Thanks."

You couldn’t help but laugh, your heart swelling with affection. "You did surprise me," you said. "But maybe leave the cooking to me next time."

He pouted, but his eyes twinkled with amusement. "Hey, I'm not that bad."

You raised an eyebrow, looking pointedly at the burnt pancakes. "Sure you're not."

Despite the initial chaos, the pancakes and bacon weren’t entirely inedible. You both sat at the small kitchen table, sharing a surprisingly pleasant meal. Jason’s attempt at breakfast might not have been perfect, but the effort behind it made it taste better than any gourmet meal.

As you finished eating, Jason leaned over, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. His touch was gentle, a stark contrast to the roughness of his hands. "Thanks for always taking care of me," he murmured.

You smiled, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips. "Anytime, Jay."

He stood up and pulled you into a hug, his embrace warm and comforting. In that moment, surrounded by the remnants of a chaotic breakfast and the soft morning light, everything felt right. Jason might not have been the best cook, but his love and dedication were more than enough.

2cute ꒰ ´•⸝⸝ω⸝⸝• ꒱´- ♡