#honeys drabbles

[juyeoniemyhoney]

i can confirm that mingyu was jumped by y/n after you had your moment with wonwoo….. hair was pulled, bruises were formed, you went a little too far and wonwoo had to pull you off mingyu and calm you down (luckily hes really good at that). meanwhile, mingyu regrets nothing because his two friends are happy and are in love together and he doesnt even care that there are a few strands of his hair still between your clenched fists…….

[tired-biscuit]

i want to ride yuuji so bad and then start crying cause he’s so thick and big and then have his strong arms wrap around me and then he starts thrusting up and we’re both drooling and moaning that would be a dream

18+ MDNI, fem!reader // cw: good girl, good girl, GOOD GIRL!

he’s cooing at you while caressing your cheeks and wiping your tears away, and it’s all so goddamn sweet that it outright hurts; in a good way, though.

always in a good way when it’s with him.

especially because he does it so effortlessly? being kind is like second nature to someone like yuuji and it’s hard not to melt into a puddle of gooey emotions and spill even more tears when he’s looking up at you with hearts in his warm honey-coloured eyes and there’s this prominently lovestruck look on his face that makes him look even dumber than he already is.

but he’s also cute, awfully so. his hair is an absolute mess, his lips are in the colour of dark pink from all the kissing, his cheeks are flushed, and his skin burns so hot that he’s sweating like crazy underneath the thick hoodie that he’s still got on. you’ve been in such a rush to get him inside you that you’re both still completely dressed, aside from the bits of clothing that have been tugged down and pushed to the side in order to make the entire thing easier for you, of course.

however, having all these layers on is simply excruciating. the heat makes him pant and causes his chest to heave in a faster rhythm than normal; and all those breaths make it somewhat hard to get all the praise that he feels for you out of his system.

but yuuji is no quitter. so he swallows the runny saliva that keeps on gathering in his mouth between sentences and threatens to spill past the corner of his lips. it’s audible and it makes his adam’s apple bob in his throat, and yet he still manages to thank you in hushed, trembling whispers and broken grunts and moans.

he thanks you for being such a good girlfriend; for being so willing to give it a chance when it comes to riding him and taking him in all the way, despite the fact that it’s only been a couple of days since he’s taken your virginity and your most sensitive parts are still sore and tender from all the gentle pounding — but pounding nevertheless — he had done after getting his first taste.

you feel heat sear your face as you listen to the jumble of gratitude he’s putting before you and look at him from underneath your lashes, trying to not pay mind how tears still cling to them as stubbornly as ever.

this entire thing has not gone the way you’ve imagined it to go at all and it’s frustrating as hell. and how couldn’t it be? i mean, you’ve known how big he is, have known how it feels to have him inside you, but jesus fucking christ, this position is nowhere as easy as missionary had been — and even then you’d struggled a great deal.

because now, you’re the one who has to do all the work while he sits there, looking pretty, sometimes eyeing how your arousal glistens on his pubic hair, even though your clit hasn’t come anywhere near to kissing the spot from how much of a hard time you’re having when it comes to sitting on his dick entirely.

if only you could just—

“hey,” he says the word with such care as he cups your cheek that it sends butterflies twirling in your belly. his hand is just so big, it urges you to pet yourself against it like a little kitty. “you okay?” yet another look that’s brimming with concern is thrown your way. “we don’t have to do this if it’s too much, you know… just tell me.”

“did you really mean all that?” you mumble the exact moment his hands reach for your hips, clearly aiming to manhandle you into a position that you’d be able to endure a bit better.

“mean what?” he asks, glancing downwards just for a second as your hands stop his own. his cock twitches in response — he’s always been such a sucker for hand holding and this time is no exception. when your fingers intertwine, his heart sings in answer.

“that i’m a good girl?” the eye contact that you initiate in return is determined instead of anxious all of a sudden and it makes his pupils visibly dilate right in front of you.

it seems like you’re no quitter either.

“‘course i did,” yuuji replies in a heartbeat, cherishing how you squeeze around him whenever he gives you his approval, his praise. “you’re such a good girl, my good girl, the goodest girl to ever walk the good girl planet... they should make you mayor of goodie town.”

you giggle at that and his smile quivers with pleasure from how it makes your pussy tighten even more. he’s doing everything he can not to grab you, press you against his chest and just follow instinct and start slamming away.

maybe next time… maybe you’ll be ready for it next time.

“you’re so silly,” you whisper, leaning in to kiss him again, though this time on the forehead. his skin tastes salty, and while it may be wrong, knowing that you’re not the only one that’s having a hard time right now makes you feel just a little bit calmer.

unbeknownst to you, the fact that you’re more relaxed allows you to take yet another inch of him inside you. your muscles slacken and his fat cockhead drags against your walls as a result, slipping and pushing in, in, in. the ring of cloudy white slick forms just a little below the lower half of his cock now, stretching you further and making your tummy feel hot and tingly.

it’s definitely progress.

and it makes poor yuuji moan straight into your mouth.

[honeyglee]

hmmmm I’m thinking about Steve Harrington who’s always been a service dom by default. Who just wants to please his partners in any way he can. And as he explores his sexuality more he realizes he quite likes being a service sub as well. He flourishes under his dom’s directions and is endlessly thrilled by the praise he receives when he does a good job. And he always does a good job. But he never quite relaxes enough to stop being the one serving.

Until Eddie.

Eddie Munson with his deep voice and warm laugh and kind dark eyes. Eddie who sees right through him and understands that what Steve really needs is to be given the full pillow princess treatment. Eddie who makes it his mission to get the boy to melt under him no matter how long it takes.

And it doesn’t take long in the end. Steve breaks after just one full afternoon of slow grinding, soft kisses, and strong hands with practiced ringed fingers handling his body with so much care he could cry. Eddie has him pinned to his soft mattress but he’s not rushing for climax, just taking his sweet time and worshiping his body, showering him with praise in that delicious voice that makes Steve’s head go fuzzy.

“Thats it sweetheart, just let me take care of you. My good boy.”

Steve crumbles all at once, his pretty brown eyes all glossy with tears that collect on his lashes and finally spill over. He’s stuffed so full of love that it bursts out from him in heaving sobs. Dizzy and shattered from the feeling of being so cherished. Cherished, for once not for what he can do, but just for being him.

He whimpers as he comes down in between kisses, and he sniffles as Eddie sits behind him in the bath and gently washes his hair. And when he’s all wrapped up in Eddies strong arms and soft words and sweet kisses, nestled under warm clean sheets, he finally lets out a long shaky sigh before falling into the most restful sleep he’s had in a very long time.

[giuliettagaltieri]

A River of Honey

Pairing: Husband!Gojō x Wife!Reader

Synopsis: Navigating through life with your husband and son who both seemed to have developed an appetite for something only you can provide.

Warning: breastfeeding, mild lactation kink, innuendos

Word Count: 1142

With the two of you being forced into a marriage you did not want, it was difficult to coexist with each other, let alone initiate anything between you.  Your two-year marriage did end up with you having an 8-month old son as Gojō is only a man, ever so vulnerable to the natural charm of a woman.  But aside from sharing a child, you have nothing else that binds you to each other.

But lately, his crystalline blue eyes have been wandering to your ample bosom much too often.

Being in the Gojō estate house, you had to follow a few rules.

One is that you are never allowed to speak ill of your husband and your family.

You must not meet any man unaccompanied.

Entering the council hall is strictly forbidden.

Your hair must be in a specific bun, adorned with ornaments to symbolize status.

And lastly, you must follow the traditional dress code.

Most of the time, you wore kimonos, all having the colors of the Gojō banners.  It was their way of branding you as theirs.  And your husband did not like that.  But you, well it always reminded you of his eyes so you cannot bring yourself to complain.

During the course of your pregnancy, your husband protested about making you wear heavy fabric when it was too hot.  They did not relent.

So, your husband took it upon himself to rid your closet with the intricate kimonos and obi.  He threw them all in the cold of the night through your window, and shot a blast of cursed energy on the pile just for good measure.

From then on, your kimonos were lighter.  You did not have to wear multiple layers.  And even after you gave birth, the clan decided not to test their luck and just let you wear whatever is comfortable for you.  After all, you gifted the family a promising heir.  One that looked exactly like the master of the house, an exact replica of his father.

Gojō leaned on a tree in your garden one day, his legs stretched out in front of him.  He was watching you as you sat by the pond with your little boy on your lap, pointing at the koi fish that swam by.

“No.”  He hears you chuckle.  “We don’t eat them.”

As Gojō expected, a tiny frown forms on your son’s face the moment you said ‘no’, his lips wobbling and he turns to his father as if silently asking for rescue.

You sigh as you stand up.  “Wanna come to dada?”  Upon hearing this, your son hesitates and his tiny fists tighten on your sleeves.  But before he can protest, you drop his bum on Gojō’s lap.

“Hey there, bud.”  Gojō grins but the little boy doesn’t respond to him as his eyes remain trained on you as you sit next to your husband and pick up the book you brought with you earlier.

A poke to your son’s cheek finally made him look at his father, with a slightly irritated look in addition to his in-distressed expression.

“Mama’s not upset.”  Gojō says as he smoothens the hair of the child.  “She’s only teasing.”

Your son thinks for a moment and slumps on his father’s chest, his cheeks squished as he looks at your face.  Waiting for you to confirm it.  But you pretend not to hear as you turn the page on your book.  You’re not going to tolerate this attitude, you don’t need two spoiled Gojōs.

“Lighten up, Satoshi.  We’ll get you a non-koi fish to eat later.”  Gojō tried again, his grin widening every moment.

But Satoshi scowls at his father and shook his head. 

“Oh?  You don’t want to eat fish anymore?”

His son shook his head once more.

“What do you want to eat then?”  Gojō scratched his head.  “Want some taiyaki?”

Satoshi glares at his father.  “No!” 

Gojō’s eyebrows rise slowly.  “Come again?”

A red hue appears on Satoshi’s nose and judging by the large gulp of air he took, a wail is most certainly coming.

“MAMA!”  He bawls, his hands outstretched to you as large tears spill to his cheeks. 

Gojō grimaces, quickly handing you your son.  “Alright go to mama.”

You bite your lip, trying not to laugh as you drop your book to the side to cradle your baby.  He buries his face to your chest, soaking your kimono.  You rub his back in a soothing manner.

“What a crybaby.”  Gojō laughs, making his son glare at him behind his tears.

“Don’t listen to dada.”  You smile while smooching Satoshi’s chubby cheek.  “Stop crying now, I’ll ask them to make you something good to eat, okay?”

Satoshi looks at you with apprehension. 

“What?”  You smile sweetly.

He looks away from you and his tiny baby hands play with your kimono making you laugh.

“You have to talk, Satoshi.”  You say even though you know what he’s doing.

“Milk mama.”  He mumbles while he fiddles with his fingers.

After looking around your garden and not seeing anyone, you shift your kimono to the side and unbutton your nursing bra showing your lush breast and still puffy nipple.  Satoshi latches instantly.  His eyes become droopy almost immediately, breastfeeding is becoming a swift sleep inducer to him.

You turn to your unusually quiet husband and see just in time how he stared at your bosom with his pupils dilating as he swallowed audibly.  Warmth ran through your body and you looked away quickly, pretending that you saw none of it.

“That’s really convenient huh.”  He spoke, his voice a few timbres deeper.  “You just unbutton and your teat is out.”

“Mhm.”  You hum as you play with a lint on your lap.

Gojō wets his lips and he tries to look away but his eyes often wander to you every now and then.  You see his leg bouncing slightly in a steady motion.  And his hand raked his hair way too much that it started sticking out to multiple angles.

“I should put Satoshi back in his room.”  You say softly after you unlatched your son and tidied your clothes.

Gojō is quick to stand and offer his hand to you.  “I’ll come too.”

You thanked him and walked side by side with him.  He doesn’t tolerate you walking behind him.  

You smiled at him gratefully as he opened the door to Satoshi’s room and placed the pillows around your son’s crib.  Gojō pretends to look interested in a furby, as your neckline dips while putting your son down.  His heart softened when you smoothed his hair as you whispered, “I love you”.

He guided you out of the room and you are about to head back to your garden when his arm finds your waist and you are being led to your bedroom instead.

“My turn now, mama.”

Where the Blue Roses Grow

[adrinktostopyourthirst]

Smutty thought that we need to be a reality 🥵:

Rough, intimate and slow missionary where Bucky has every inch of his body pressed to hers and her hands pinned on either side.

Like he can't get enough of the skin-on-skin contact and his lips can't seem to settle on a place to kiss so her entire neck and chest is marked up.

The craving! The NEED!

Ya' know? 🫠🥵

Oh, yes!

The unexpected thing for you was mostly that this was your and Bucky’s first time together, too. The tension had been unbearable for months. You’d had his lips so close, so often, you had convinced yourself you already knew what they felt like. The way everything else blurred when you and him would lock eyes. The way the barest of his touches would make your spine lock up, then melt… You were absolutely certain that your first collision would be fatal and cruel and messy and passionate-

And it had been. The kiss was devastating and your body was keeping up with him while your heart stumbled and stuttered. Finally. Oh God, finally. It seemed Bucky’s relieved groan was echoing your sentiments exactly. His hands were so large on you, like their warmth stretched beyond his skin. He enveloped you with so much more than just his body and your core had burned with need.

You barely noticed the needy whines that glided from your lips onto his. He just chuckled gently and shushed you sweetly. Patience, he seemed to say. You just wanted his hands everywhere, wanted his mouth to wander further.

Down, preferably.

However, Bucky had other plans. You had been so ready for him to rip your clothes off and then proceed to rip you to shreds. The gentleness and passion he displayed was disorienting. Like any movement would give you too much space to get away from him and he simply couldn’t risk it. Not now that he finally had you. Not ever again.

So when your bodies had finally reached the bed, your ankles locked around his hips and pulled him up against you to show him exactly how badly you weren’t planning on letting this go unfinished. Letting him go unfinished.

You barely needed foreplay. As much as Bucky would have absolutely fucking loved to play around with you, warm you up - he quickly found out you didn’t need much more warming up after all of those months of build-up. In fact, one more desperate sound out of you and he wouldn’t have stood a chance. “Next time,” he promised. “I’ll take my sweet time with you next time.”

You had made a non-committing noise and dismissed the promise because you just needed him, but he paused and looked down at you.

“I mean it, sweetheart,” he swore. “No needy sound is going to keep me from turning you inside out.” He followed that promise with a playful swipe of his fingers through your soaking core. “But now, I just want to feel you everywhere. I’ll have you on just my tongue another time,” he says with a smirk and pulls his fingers to his mouth, having a luxurious taste before pressing a long kiss to your mouth.

And before you could call his bluff, he nudged the head of his cock against your entrance and the words died on your tongue.

“Bucky,” you whispered.

His forehead had dropped to yours, jaw clenched unbearably tight. “Gimme a minute, baby.”

Those fucking pet names-

“Come on, Buck,” you tried again. “Please. I need you inside of me. I want to feel you. Please.” Every word had sounded softer as they faded into pleasure. And as your words disappeared, Bucky pushed in. And in. And in.

Both your mouths had dropped open and no sound had come out. Even your breaths had stalled, chests pushed together. It took everything in Bucky not to close his eyes. But the flush in your cheeks and the sight of your puffy lips parted in pleasure kept him locked in and alert.

His arms locked around your head as he pressed soft kisses to random areas of your beautiful face, his breath hitching as you fluttered around his cock violently to adjust to him. He hoped you did that every time. He hoped your cunt was this welcoming to him every time he fucked into you. This warm, this wet, this sweet, this heavenly. He’d make sure of it.

The weight of him between your hips was enough to nearly make you come. His firm thighs pressed to the back of yours, his arms around your head, his gleaming skin wrapping you in his scent, the pudgy and firm muscles of his chest and abdomen pressed against your soft flesh, the image of his flexing glutes as he rolls his cock into your deepest wall- Ah yes. All of that.

Bucky loved a lot of things, but he barely loves anything more than having you the way he had you that first time.

When he finally, finally had you.

[iwaasfairy]

Iwa-nii but make him stalk me and be so obsessed with me, but I’m a oblivious head in the clouds kinda little sister and he’s my silent broody big brother noooo he would never hurt anyone iwa-nii isn’t like that~ I don’t believe u cause he’s the sweetest kindest and bestest big brothur~ in the whole wide world he’s just a grumpy dog sometimes- shhh don’t tell but I have to let him sleep in my bed every night bc he has nightmares isn’t he just the cutesttt ☺️🥺

tw incest, coercion, fingering, semi-public

"I don't know..." he smiles guiltily, "isn't he a little overbearing about you?"

You don't get it. "Niichan?" You've never really thought about it. Of course Hajime is around a lot, but he's your brother. He's the only sibling you have, and you've always been close. Isn't it only normal? "I don't know," you honestly say, pouting as he leans back onto your bed and the shift pulls you a little closer to him. "I think he's just... protective. That isn't bad, is it?"

His pretty smile slips a little, before he shrugs. "Do you even get to have any alone time like that? Or hang out with guys?"

"I hang out with you." You shift towards him when his hand lands on top of your thigh, and the heat of it makes your entire face a little hot. It's that giddy sort of feeling that has you looking down, and biting your lip when his hand comes under your chin to lift it. Your door slams open, and you jump.

Hajime's never dressed inappropriately, not even in his own room, but freshly showered from practice and sweatpants hung low on his hips is something. He's got a nasty glare under dark lashes as he stands in the doorway, and looks even bigger and more muscular than usual. It must be your imagination, but your throat dries a little when he catches your eyes and his anger radiates off of him.

You didn't do anything wrong, did you? You couldn't have. Niichan's not so kind or so patient when he walks up and grabs you by the arm, pulling you away from your classmate. "We need to talk. Now." He basically flings you towards the door before walking up to the other brunet on the bed. "I want you gone when I get back. Don't try me." And then your hand is in his and you're struggling behind him with a whimper.

"Ouch, niichan, that hurts." You're pushed up against the wall of the bathroom as he shuts the door behind him, and then crowds into your space so close that you can feel the way his heart beats hard against you. "What? You're mad?"

"Wh- I-" he starts, before taking a second to breathe, having the air dust over your nose. He can't be mad at you. You don't want him to be. Your arms wind around his waist as you stare up at him with searching eyes, and not for nothing, that seems to calm him enough for him to cup your face and pull you close to him. "No boys. I told you, no boys."

"I know, but- he's my friend."

"He's a guy. You don't know what guys are thinking when you touch and play like that-"

"And you do?" you quickly say back, expecting ... well, something other than the deadpan look Hajime nii gives. He seems to mull it over, before leaning in so your noses are touching and your back is flat to the wall.

"Think about it real hard." His hand slides along your jaw to your neck, before he wraps his fingers into your hair and blinks. "What do I do when we're sleeping together? You think I don't see," the curve of his lips is distracting, getting closer and closer and- "you're pretty. I tell you that, don't I?" Well, he does, but- but-

Before you can answer, he turns you around so your stomach and chest is pushed to the wall, and his body melts to your back as his lips brush the shell of your ear. "When we cuddle, you didn't notice?" His waist is pushing against you now, and it feels familiar, the closeness, the heat, the tingle in your lower belly like you're needing something. His crotch brushing against your ass like it does some mornings, or when you two cuddle in the couch, when he gets home to hold you from behind.

He rolls his hips into you, and his lips press to the sensitive skin behind your ear. "Liar. You knew that niichan wants to have sex."

"I- I didn't-"

"You did know." His other hand trails up and down your belly for long enough to have your pussy clenching around nothing, and you shake your head as his fingers slide under your waistband. "Say 'niichan'."

It isn't much of a demand. The soft breath almost comes naturally. "Niichan. I- your c- your- thing is pushing against me." It is, and he doesn't seem to have any shame as he rocks it against your butt and hums into your skin.

"Say 'niichan wants to fuck me'." You immediately squeak and shake your head even with his fist of your hair, as he kisses, grinds, as his hand trails down into your undies to hear a obvious squelch. "Say it, or I'll go beat your little boyfriend to shit instead. Come on."

"Niichan wants to fuck me..." Your eyes are teary as his fingers slide between your lips and his rough palm rubs against your clit. You can't even think, let alone keep up with what he's saying. You love Hajime nii. You love him so much. What the hell can you do? "Niichan... wants to fuck me."

"Uhuh. Niichan wants to put his cock into that little sister pussy. Like it's supposed to be." Your pussy clenches around his two fingers as he slips them in and a soft breath of surprise, or a light moan maybe, comes out of him. His hard cock is making your entire body feel like fire and water, leaning into his touch. It feels so good, and his chest is pressing against you, beating hard— and your body rocks along. "Now say 'you want niichan to fuck you too'."

[xoxo-honeyy]

comforting jinx hc's

authors note: jinx is the absolute loml and i need to comfort her so bad, she just needs a really good hug and it would solve all her problems :(

wc: 758

warnings: run-on sentecnes, over use of commas, not proofread, mentions of sex under cut, tit-sucking (mentioned once), the voices in jinx's head, silco (proud hater)

ok ok, so we all know that jinx is kinda (very) crazy, buttt that doesn't mean she doesn't deserve some love! and who better to turn to than you, her wonderful, amazing, doting girlfriend.

starting off strong, jinx looooves it when you play with her hair, there's something so soothing and domestic about it that immediately relaxes her. especially when you unravel her braids and massage her scalp, she would be putty in your hands.

going off of that she would absolutely love cuddling and/or cuddlefucking, like cuddling in itself is so intimate and caring but adding fucking to it? she would melt into you on the spot. like just imagine the two of you laying down, chests pressed together and hips moving in sync, quiet moans mixing together and bouncing off the walls, the smell of sex filling up the room, and the feeling of your slick cunts moving together to please each other. yeah, jinx would be in heaven.

after the two of you had your little session, jinx would immediately fall asleep. no matter if you hadn't cleaned her up yet or your bodies were stuck together, poor baby would be out like a light.

speaking of lights, jinx would totally sleep with a night light. no matter how stupid or childish other people thought it was, the small light in the corner of the room made the monsters and voices go away. and it wouldn’t bother you at all, knowing how bad her nightmares could be, the light was another source of comfort for her to turn to, especially if you weren't there.

but let's just say that jinx came back from a really bad mission, nothing went her way, sevika is giving her shit, and her head feels like it's about to explode. the first thing she does when she gets back is go to your shared room and seek you out. she would immediately fly into your arms and shove her head into the warm crook of your neck. breathing in your comforting scent. you would cradle the back of her head to ground her and be ready to listen when she's ready to ramble.

on nights she wasn't feeling well or just needed to be held, jinx would absolutely be the little spoon. feeling safe with her back pressed against your chest and your arms wrapped around her waist. your loving embrace made her feel safe, nothing bad could get to her as long as she was safe in your arms.

one tiny thing that bothered me about the show is how jinx's nails were chipped, (i know this was symbolism but it pained hurt my soul every time her nails were on screen, still love her tho) so one activity the two of you like to do together is nail painting! she would especially love it if you massaged or played with her hands, one of my headcanons is that she picks at the skin around her nails/fingers so rubbing a soothing lotion on her hands would be ideal for her, it would be even better if it was a lotion that you used often.

jinx is a boob girl !! i will die on this hill (did you see that top she was wearing, she was def projecting) one of her favorite activities would be to bury her head into your plush chest, no matter how big or small jinx would be an absolute feen for your tits. always finding an excuse to mark them up or even suck on your nipples (oral fixation much?)

but, there were some nights that she was absolutely broken. her visions were getting to her and nothing was going right. on these nights jinx needed you to pull her back from the edge of insanity:

"are you, real?" jinx's voice cracked as she asked the question.

tears formed in your eyes, she looked so heartbroken and sad. her eyes were boring into yours, almost as if she looked away, you would disappear into thin air.

you gently cupped her face with your hands and ran your thumb under her eyes to get rid of any remaining tears.

"yes, i'm real." you affirmed. "and i'm not going anywhere."

she sighed a breath of relief and wound her arms tightly around your midsection while burying her face in the junction of your neck. you gingerly laid her on the bed and rocked her side to side in a comforting manner. jinx started to relax as the rocking motions lulled her to sleep.

[roanniom]

for the record i will never get tired of reading steve hitting it from behind ☺️

Just Like That

Steve Harrington x Honey!reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, PIV / unprotected sex

Steve's got you bent over the arm of the living room couch, his hands gripping your hips so hard you're pretty sure the shape of his fingers will never disappear from your skin (not that you would ever want them to).

All you had done was walk in the door, fresh from the Sunday farmer's market in a sun dress and with a smile. That's all it took for Steve to get hard as a rock in his sweatpants. He'd been on you in seconds, grabbing your shopping bags from you and tossing them haphazardly on the table.

"Stevie! You're gonna bruise my peaches!" you shriek when you hear the thud and subsequent rolling of your groceries. But you don't get to check on the well-being of your produce because Steve's already pushing you down over the arm of the couch, pulling up the skirt of your dress and grabbing handfuls of your ass.

"A little busy with my peaches now, honey," Steve jokes. You roll your eyes and laugh, but it turns into a gasp when his fingers begin rubbing at your pussy through your underwear. Steve leans all the way over you so that his chest is pressed to your back, wet kisses raining down on your neck and shoulder where he pushes down the strap.

"So fucking sweet," he muses into your skin. You melt beneath him, wetness immediately gathering at the apex of your legs. Of course this doesn't go unnoticed by Steve, whose fingers delve beneath the hem of your panties. "Gonna be even sweeter for me, honey?"

You moan in approval and that's all it takes for Steve to push two fingers into your wet heat. The intrusion has you keening against the couch, but he holds onto you tightly and works you up to a good pace.

"That's it, baby. Let me be good to you. Wanna be good to me, too, yeah?"

"Yeah, Stevie," you practically whine, all thoughts of your groceries and your errands and the productivity you'd planned for the day completely out of your head.

" 'Course you do, honey." Steve groans as he pulls his hand out from between your legs, licking up your wetness with an obscene smacking sound. The taste of you seems to send him over the edge, because suddenly his hands are everywhere, grabbing and groping and smoothing over every rounded curve, his cock grinding against your ample ass.

"Fuck. I don't think I can be as gentle as I wanna be right now, baby." He punctuates his statement with a slap to your ass, watching it jiggle exactly the way he likes.

" 's okay, Stevie. Just fuck me, please," you mewl, helping him out by dragging your panties down and stepping out of them, widening your stance and wiggling your hips enticingly. Steve's lined up and pressing against your entrance in a matter of seconds and you feel his fat, leaking head push in greedily.

"Hmmm fuck. That's it," Steve hums as he slides in, filling you to the hilt. He bends over you again and sucks at the side of your neck, making you feel entirely engulfed. Exactly as you like it. Steve rolls his hips and begins to find a rhythm, building up to a rapid thrust that's got wet smacking sounds ringing throughout your small apartment.

"Fuck, honey. Take it. Just like that. Just like that, honey."

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[sincerely-astra]

☁️Ouran High School Host Club: Tamaki Suoh x royal reader☁️

The definition of, "M'lady ;)"

Legit, for the first time he saw you, he just knew you were different. Something wasn't adding up for him-

Then he found out you were royalty..., oh god...

It doesn't matter if you're a duchess, prince, or the actual ruler or your kingdom, this boy treats you like a god.

All his time, money, and Honey's sweets, go to you! Doesn't matter how upset it makes the other girls, let's be real, mostly Honey and Kyoya, he believes you should be treated like the royal you are.

If you even want him to tone it down a little bit, and potentially not get him kicked out of his own club, then you're gonna have to be hella blunt to his face. Even then, he'll second guess your decision-

He chills out after that and pretty much treats you like a normal guest..., well, except for the fact that he doesn't and he treats you like fine china compared to everyone else.

Atleast he's actually paying attention to other girls now?

Everyone else in host club dubbed Tamaki the, "Consort" to your royalty, really just goes with Tamaki's whole prince theme.

Honestly, he really tries hard to be your prince charming, even if he comes off more so as the damsel in distress.

When you guys aren't busy with the host club or school, he loves to take you to all kinds of places.

He gets that royal life is super strict, so you haven't had the chance to experience a ton of different things, and he wants to help with that! :))

He'll take you to the mall, festivals, and kind of just..., around town. Albeit, it is all still rich people stuff, but its probably the most social interaction you have gotten in your entire life.

If anyone for some reason tries to bother you two while you are out, either since its literally Tamaki Suoh or the fact that you're royalty, I won't lie in saying that he'll literally shoo them like a dog- It's sweet, but also lowkey embarrassing for you.

He'd stop in a heartbeat if you told him to.

Bro actually can not take any criticism from you- Like, he wouldn't be able to normally, but the fact that you're royalty makes him feel worse about it...

Give this man a hug and a kiss-

[hana-no-seiiki]

I’ve been seeing a lot of andweaso’s Agent Red in my YouTube Shorts and I really have to start writing for my other projects

So I present to you:

YANDERE SPY AGENCY! OCS x READER : SHORT INTRODUCTION

from my set of ocs planned for a webtoon called Honey Fatalis (which you can read more about in the tag #HONEY FATALIS 🔪)

YOU ARE THE HIVEMIND. Quite literally the ruler of information and data across the planet. You had dirt on anyone and everyone. You had the power to start and end wars in an instant.

You, are also an actor. Why take such a high profile job when you had such a volatile career behind the scenes? Well that was simple, no one will ever find out. No one ever could anyways. Besides, as an actor, learning multiple skills such as the use of guns, martial arts, and well acting would seem much less suspicious.

You were known for your cold, distant personality. Often inciting scandals due to other celebrities vying for your attention and promptly throwing a temper tantrum when you refused to do so. You have garnered so much hate and danger that your manager went ahead and hired a couple of bodyguards to prevent any mishaps.

That being said, your bodyguards happen to be the world’s two most dangerous spies.

Spy Agencies loved to pluck their workers from orphanages. It was easier to deal with a person that had no attachments after all. But they could not predict that their geniuses Agent White and Agent Black , would be such big fans of you.

Indeed. Both of them had watched every single media you have been (released to the public or not), and monitored you 24/7. They were quite a nuisance when it came to hiding your identity, but nonetheless useful tools.

You agreed to their hiring precisely due to the things listed above. If they were distracted by you in real life, they’d have less time to stalk you like the obsessive bastards they were.

You didn’t have to do much. Both spies were charismatic people. They often approached you. Eyes filled with admiration and lust as they shielded your body with theirs from paparazzi and the likes. You could hear their labored breaths as they struggled — daresay agonized — to hold you properly instead of this awkward dance they had to do for the sake of formalities.

Of course all things must come to end, and your identity had been forced into the surface by a hitman paid to take your life.

“Oh, Hivemind. If you’d only known how much I have wished to ravish you—“

But perhaps they were more interested in taking you in other ways instead.

[bigtreefest]

Hop to It

From: You Catch More Bees With Honey Series

Pairing: Mob! Bucky x Farmer! Reader

Warnings: literally none, funny fluff, Easter?

Word Count: less than 300

A/N: Happy hoppy Easter to all those who celebrate! Enjoy this little Drabble for the occasion!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Spring is the perfect time to plant sunflower seeds on the farm so they bloom beautifully in the early fall. The only problem is, to plow the fields, you’ve gotta pick out the stones to avoid damaging your equipment. Luckily, there’s an easy solution to this: an Easter egg hunt.

Every year, you and Curtis pair up with the community center and spread eggs through the sunflower fields, giving a prize to the kid who can pick up the most rocks along with the eggs in their basket.

With Bucky on the farm, too, it was great to have another set of hands. Or…more like, another set of paws?

“Do I really have to do this? What about Curtis, doesn’t he usually?” Bucky questioned, muffled behind a bunny mascot costume. You were standing over his shoulder, looking with him at the image in the mirror and trying to hold back your laugh.

“Well Curtis has to help supervise the kids for the hunt. Plus, I think a few of them were getting suspicious he was under those ears since they never saw him on Easter. This could hold them off for another year.”

You continued to look Bucky over, yellow glasses, blue vest, bunny ears and all. “It’s really not that bad. All you have to do is sit there while kids take a picture with you. You don’t even have to smile!”

He turned towards you and you pointed a finger against his chest. “Just no swearing. Or grumbling.”

Bucky sighed, shoulders falling and head cocking to the side in slight exasperation. “Okay, whatever, let’s just get this over with.”

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@scuzmunkie @openup-yourmind @vicmc624 @hawkeyes-queen @blackhawkfanatic @morgthemagpie @buckybarnessimpp

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Morning After

Epilogue for Sweet Treats AU: by character | chronological | epilogues

Warnings: these drabbles will include dark elements such as noncon, control, intimidation, alcohol abuse and addiction, and other stuff that may not be specified. Take this as you chance to scroll by.

Note: I wasn’t sure what to do with Steve so…

Please let me know what you think &lt;3

🍹🍹🍹

Your legs are folded almost to your chest, kept there by the muscular body pumping into you. Steve's silhouette is blurry, his features swirling in your haze, the tint of alcohol fracturing your reality. The only constant is the intense heat pulsing in your core, stoked again and again by his eager thrusts.

You babble drunkenly as his hand curves around your throat, pushing your chin up as he presses his cheek to yours. He growls as he pounds harder. You mewl weakly as the strain tugs in your thighs.

You put your hands on his shoulders, trying to measure his furious tempo. It only seems to feed his furor. He snarls and nips at your earlobe.

"Say it," he demands.

You murmur as your head bobbles above his grip. Your mouth is dry and acrid with the taint of tequila, two of the tiny complimentary bottles downed on your arrival. Your eyes roll up to the wall and cling to the top of the sleek black frame of the hotel bed.

"Say it!" He repeats.

"Cap-tain," you rasp out as the air scratches in your throat.

"You fucking like that?" He growls.

"Yes, cap..." Your voice fizzles out as your eyelids droop, the alcohol taking hold.

"You fucking do, don't you? You been waiting for this…" he hisses against your temple, rutting you as the mattress seems to fold beneath you.

Your senseless moans and his deep grunts punctuate shallow breaths, surrounding you in the warmth of flesh and friction. Your hands fall limp against your chest, crushed beneath as he keeps on, unfazed by your dwindling consciousness.

"I know," he carries on his monologue, ramming in harder and harder, "you want me, Coco, you want. You always have…"

He squeezes your neck tighter until you wheeze. Your head tingles and your throbs as you cough, struggling to breathe. You're not afraid though, you're too fucked up for that. Even as your ears ring and the void swallows you up.

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You wake in a predicament not wholly unfamiliar. Another hangover. Another one night stand.

You peek over at the broad set of shoulders, a few scars along the blades and closer to the hip. Shit. It really is him. How the fuck did you pull that?

You sit up and stumble out of the bed. You search around for your clothes. A tiger print dress and a bra, your thong…

You bundle it in your arms and carry it to the main suite. Shit, he really went all out. You've never stayed in a room this nice. Usually there was a double bed stained with things you hate to think of.

You pull dress over your head and shove your underwear in your purse, strewn with your shoes clumsily by the door. Ugh, the sun, the noise of existence awaits you and your pounding head. You can't face it alone.

You tiptoe to the minifridge and sneak a small bottle of vodka, cracking the seal and down it in a single gulp. Hair of the dog. Or maybe you're still a bit drunk.

You toss the bottle in the metal bin and spin with a satisified sigh.

"Bit early for that," Steve remarks, nearly knocking you off your feet in surprise.

"Shit, I didn't mean to wake you up."

"Woulda prefered cuddles," he kids, his arms crossed over his muscular chest, a pair of boxers low on his hips. God almighty, he's hot as hell. Too bad you can't remember shit.

"Eh, I'm not much into that. Besides, we both know what this is," you slip into your shoes one at a time, bending awkward as you do.

"We do?"

"It was fun but I should go," you stand straight and clutch your purse tight, "really, cap, this will be a fun story."

"Story?" He tilts his head.

"I mean, let's hope it doesn't run on the front page. I'd hate to be the homewrecker to a missing woman."

"She's gone. I'm still here," he insists as he pushes away from the door frame, "and I won't let another one slip through my hands."

"Another…"

"Besides," he claps his hands as he interrupts your confusion. You touch your forehead as your temples thump, "you promised me breakfast, remember?"

"Did I?"

"I'd say you owe me," he picks up an empty tequila bottle from the bartop, "these aren't free, ya know?"

[goldthorn-archive]

19 and 24 for benny x the vandals i’m not sure if your taking prompts for them but kinda like the idea of the vandals reassuring benny and making him feel comfortable

prompts / thank u for this omg i hadn’t thought of benny for that prompt list but! u are so right! had to stop after i got to 24 bc this is gonna get too long but dw, def gonna work prompt 19 in once they’re at the bar w the rest of the club. wasn’t originally gonna start this scene here but u made me Think. also just realised this is only benny x johnny but, the rest will join in by the time i’ve finished this!

Johnny wasn’t sure how Benny was going to react. The shopping bag was on Benny’s bed, and what with the pink tissue paper and the loopy cursive on the side, there’s no way Benny wouldn’t immediately know what Johnny was suggesting for tonight. And, really, it was a suggestion. Johnny wanted this, but he would not be disappointed if Benny said no. Actually, he’d be proud of Benny for voicing a boundary, something the kid really needed to work on.

Benny comes back from the bathroom and freezes in the doorway at the sight of the white and pink bag on his bed. Johnny’s sitting in the armchair in the corner, looking at him. He’s expressionless, and Benny doesn’t know what to make of it. He runs his hand through his just-styled hair, gulps, and walks slowly to the side of his bed.

The tissue crinkles loudly beneath his fingertips, and Benny’s breath hitches at the sight of pale pink fabric.

“Bought you somethin’,” Johnny says. Benny nods automatically, still staring into the bag. He moves the tissue paper a little more, sees the ruffled straps, swallows hard. With two hands, he carefully lifts the garment up, the floaty pink… dress? hanging in the air. It’s pretty, Benny notices, baby pink with black thread along the edges, a long thin black bow hanging down in the centre from the neckline. There’s no shape to it, really, but there’s also just — not much fabric. It’s hardly longer than one of Benny’s T-shirts.

“Thought you might look good in it,” Johnny says warmly, softly, as if not to spook Benny. All the same, Benny’s head snaps to the side at the comment, looking at Johnny with wide eyes.

“You want me to,” he pauses, “wear it?” Johnny nods, as if he was suggesting Benny wear a leather jacket or a different belt or something normal and not, well, not a dainty little thing from the women’s section.

“There’s something else in the bag too,” Johnny juts his chin forward, gesturing for Benny to take another look. Benny puts the pink — top? dress? he’s still not sure — down on the duvet and reaches a hand back in the bag. He gropes blindly for a moment, then feels a small bit of fabric and lifts it up. Benny looks down at the small loop of pink fabric, the elastic scrunched small in his hand, a little matching black bow. He looks at for a long moment and oh, he feels heat rising on his cheeks.

“Uh, ’s a garter,” Johnny offers helpfully, as if Benny hadn’t worked it out himself. He puts it down on top of the dress and looks back at Johnny. He’s not sure what he’s feeling, but there’s a weird energy thrumming through his veins. When Johnny had said they’d probably be going to the bar tonight, that it was a closed door night, Benny had put on his favourite jeans (the ones that slung low on his hips so the dimples of his back were visible) and a black muscle tank, had styled his hair all nice (knowing it would quickly be ruined) and he’d felt ready when he walked back to his room from the bathroom. He’d felt confident after rubbing some chapstick on his lips and trimming his moustache a little. Now — now he doesn’t know what he feels. His knees are a little shaky.

Johnny must notice this because he gets up and walks right over to Benny, puts a hand on his shoulder, fingers grazing the back of Benny’s neck.

“You don’t have to,” he murmurs, voice low in Benny’s ear, “There’s no need to rush — we got all night.”

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Curtis looks over your shoulder and huffed in disbelief and laughter at the flier you were looking at.

The drama club was trying to raise money for that years upcoming production. It was all an innocent fun way to raise money. You already had the freezer full of pints of Ben and Jerry's, that cost you and arm and a leg but you were happy to do so, checked the movies that they were all PG and yet...

"Honey..."

"I know."

"Do they though?" Curtis laughed now, really unable to stifle it anymore as you gave a groan and let the flier fall to the table.

"I mean... I hope not! How am I supposed to tell them we can't distribute this flier cause it's got suggestive slang on it. Can you imagine the phone calls I would be getting from the parents."

"If my kid came home with this, I would be laughing so fucking hard." Curtis easily tugged you to your feet, claiming your seat and tugging you onto a muscled thigh, his amusement still apparant with the grin he had. "I don't have the answer for you Pretty Girl." His arms caged you in close to his chest, letting him tilt his face into your neck and flush kisses behind your ear. "But we should really keep this one and hang it in the bedroom."

"It is funny." You admitted, picking it back up to look at it again. Feeling the laughter at the situation finally bubble up now instead of dread. You tilted your head a bit, letting yourself sink into the sensation of a beard burn and playful touches.

"Of course this is officially artwork now. We are a BJ in your PJ household."

[fic-over-cannon]

A Spoonful of Honey

After the Lazarus pit, after the pit madness, after his attempts at revenge, Jason Todd realizes just how much he has changed when Alfred invites him to tea. In the time Before, Jason and Alfred would have tea together regularly, doctored the way Alfred preferred. A spoonful of honey with a dash of milk added last.

Today the brew isn’t comforting, not the way it should be. Jason expects the taste of his childhood, with maybe a hint of regret. Instead of home, and warmth, and quiet afternoons with Alfred, it tastes like terror. Just the scent turns his stomach. The first sip nearly has him retching. Honey curdles in his mouth, crawling across his tongue like a dead thing. The honeyed scent of the tea conjures the sound of screaming, green tinged memories flickering in the corners of his eyes. The second sip doesn’t fare any better. If anything the flashbacks intensify, a pulsing ache in his temples. Sickly sweet honey clogs his throat, his heart beat accelerating in his chest. His hands shake as he places the cup and saucer on the side table, china clattering delicately. The cloying honey smell seems to stick to his skin. The wrong parts of his past has its teeth in him. Alfred’s expression is inscrutable as always, but Jason thinks he detects grief in his grandfather’s eyes. Standing suddenly, Jason excuses himself, doing his best not to stumble on his way out of the library.

Tea with Alfred was one of the last vestiges of home to be corrupted by the League. It came with memories of being cared for unconditionally, of being listened to and loved. His feelings for Bruce were the first that the League weaponized, but Jason hid and held on to his affection for Alfred a little longer. Afternoons in the library, curled up in an armchair with a book in his hand a cup of tea on the table beside him, sunlight streaming through the windows. Cups of tea over the kitchen table after a hard day at school. Alfred lending a sympathetic ear to his schoolboy troubles. A large mug left on his bedside table after fighting with Bruce, warming his heart as much as his hands. These memories were enough to sustain him, until they became fleeting impressions, and then nothing to hold onto at all. Memories of watching Alfred prepare tea were some of the first to pierce through the haze of anger. When Alfred offered tea again, Jason took it for the olive branch it was. A chance to be a part of the Wayne family again, not just a member of Batman’s vigilantes.

It’s just one more thing in a long list of things that have been taken from him. It shouldn’t matter to him more than the first or the tenth thing he discovered missing, but it hurts in a way that feels like grief. One of the last things to really tell him he was home, that he had held onto with bloodied fingers, and it was all wrong. His favourite drink in the world, and he couldn’t even choke down a few sips. Even now, his fond memories are tainted, the warmth of honey and tea replaced by the metallic tang of terror. Nostalgia is a blade and it is cutting open the tender parts of his childhood that he tried so hard to protect.

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[iwaasfairy]

alpha iwa pleaaaassse

tw a/b/o, heat, jealousy, public

You've been progressively getting more and more dazy-eyed, long lashes and pouty lips nudging into his bicep where you sit leaned into him— he should've known what that meant. But everyone is talking and drinking, and he's laughing along with something Kunimi said when you go fix your lipgloss, and it doesn't hit him until you walk back.

Until the heavy sweetness of omega heat fills his nose and makes him snap his head back at you, getting that awfully protective feeling in his gut. The alpha in him is already antsy before he even realizes the damage. You wobble a little as you get back to the table, flushed and hot to the touch, and you let out the prettiest little whine when his hand reaches out for you automatically, instinctively.

It has him clenching his jaw, and a heat sink down into his center.

Your eyes flutter, and he lights up as he gets halfway towards you before you're moving to slide into his lap. His cock twitches to life in his shorts, and the scent only gets worse. You're smelling sickly sweet, mind-numbingly- and it takes every bit of focus he has not to lick a long strip along your throat when you shift around and nuzzle into his shoulder. Not to bite down hard and make you whine like the subby little thing you are.

Your weight pressing on his cock and thighs won't last though. Not if he's supposed to keep his thoughts to himself. His eyes snap to the stare of one of the beta bartenders as the guy seems to know exactly what's going on, and his hands slide up your body to slip under the shirt you have to pull you closer to him.

"Mh-Haji-" you moan. A low rumble falls from his throat. It makes him want to bend you over the table and fuck you until you're pleading with him— sticky and teary as thick globs of cum run down your thighs. Makes him want to sink his face into your clenching, pretty cunt and stuff his tongue inside you until you're squirming on his mouth.

The bartender motions, right as your voice sinks more, and the flushed look on your face betrays everything. You've gone into heat, in public, and he's supposed to take care of it. "Alpha-ngh," you squeak, and then he's standing from his seat and taking you with— as a louder grunt takes the bartender aback.

The beta hesitates, before puffing out his chest to the best of his ability, though his eyes keep flicking to you, and his tongue swipes over his lips. "We don't ... allow people inside during heats or ruts. It will make other customers uncomfortable." Your hot pussy's basically grinding against his hip as you cling on and your eyelashes brush his neck. "Please- you- you will have to leave."

Though his lip lifts to let out a low growl, Hajime glances back at the table. Everyone's gone quiet, both mated and unmated guys shifting in the thick tension, and the pink flush on Makki and Kindaichi's faces is clear. Oikawa's stirring his drink with a certain look in his eyes, but it's Kyoutani -true to his nature- who reacts first.

"She needs to stay," he says, and he stands up, "she needs to-"

"She doesn't need anything from you," Iwa barks back, by instinct, feeling how you shudder and cling closer to him at his anger. He's definitely rubbing his hard cock into you, making a wet spot because of his precum, and you don't seem to be faring any better. But he's only aware his free fist is clenched into the younger man's shirt when Oikawa speaks up, and claps him on the shoulder hand enough to knock him out of it.

"Well well, Iwa-chan- I think it's time for you to call it a night." The touch is grating and irritating, but it works. He releases Kyoutani, who's also currently two seconds away from starting a brawl, and nudges your face to look. You're gone. Eyes blown wide, lips puffy and flushed- the face of an omega who's about to start purring to get stuffed any second.

"Off," he grunts, "get to the car."

"Drive safe," Oikawa grins as he watches you wobble, unable to stop his eyes from dragging down your body- and Iwa only grunts. The skittish blond is quick to usher you along towards the door, as couples, other guests, everyone breathes a sigh of relief. And it makes some sort of pride bloom in his chest when you cling to his arm. His omega's the one. His omega. His.

It's instinct, nothing more, when he drags you along the side of the restaurant and you wobble along, huffing and whining and digging your nails into his bicep like you need something. As soon as he opens his mouth, you're already turning around and sticking out your ass to him, as your lip gets caught between your lips. "Alpha, alpha, please. Please, please. Mhm, need-"

"You're such a brat," he grunts out through his hot sweats, a slight smile coming onto his lips as you shiver when he leans in, "my girl. Mine. Mine, mine." It's instinct that he shoves his pants down his thighs and slides two fingers into the mess you've already made of your underwear. He can't exactly help it.