#solo drabble

[intothecrush]

It's A Kind Of Magic

The journey so far...started terrifying, she had appeared into the world in front of a massive metal lion, quickly running out into a mountain range, and down those mountains into the forests below.

Once she'd managed to get the hang of hunting the small bird like dinosaurs populating the woods, she had been slowly making her way towards any signs of civilization, and now, as she saw a couple of humans passing by...riding atop metallic spinosaurids, looking down at her phone, it identified them as "GalvaSpino Zoans" , the amphibous quadrupeds drawing large wagons of cargo behind them, sails collecting solar energy as they went, she knew she had to be close.

She followed the path they were walking down, and eventually, she came upon a sign that said "Welcome to Solvana", the first glance it briefly looked like some sort of circles with minor kanji involved...before her brain adjusted for the language.

As she walked into the town, she noticed a plethora of other fox people, and what seemed to be some sort of mechanical humanoids, multicolored armored plates serving as a sort of skin lawyer over the gears and wiring that served as simulacra of organic biology. The two very different kinds of people interact relatively peacefully, walking hand in hand, and as the girl made her way to the closest town hall or something of the like, the presence of the two races driving cars took her by surprise. She couldn't help but marvel at the sights. ...and as she looked behind her, she noticed the little purple llama still following her.

"...Maybe I can sell you to make some cash until I can figure out what I should be doing for work-" she mused picking the chibi creature up and staring her in the eyes for a brief few moments....and as she slowly lowered the llama...she noticed a building labeled "Adventurers Guild." "...Well what do you know-" she looked down at her phone for a moment in thought, from her hunting earlier, she'd gained quite a bit of experience points to use for that whole skill tree thing she managed to bargain herself into having with that goddess. "...Alright so let's take some sword skills and-" as she pushed the buttons on her phone to claim those skills, she received a complimentary basic sword, seemingly made from the tail of a lesser zoan. And as such, she put the llama down, and walked in, eager to accept one of her first quests! However...as she walked to the counter in the guild hall and started to sign up, she froze up for a few seconds when the woman behind the counter asked her for her name. She thought and pondered 'wait...but... I have a female body so..."

"Oh, I'm...I'm " she paused for a brief moment, and thought of...of Pokemon fanfic she wrote back home, ...that...umbreon OC. "O..oh, I'm...Bre. Bre Porter" she explained. And from there, she got an ID made...And began doing quests for the area around this town. ...It'd be a week or two of sleeping in a nice farmer's barn before she could really afford to start staying in the town's inn. ...When she did finally get to stay in an inn, she looked at herself in the mirror for the first time since she'd arrived in this world.

Was...this allowed? "I'm...cute?" She thought to herself, cupping her chest in the mirror briefly and blinking, was...was this ALLOWED? Was she allowed to enjoy this? ...Was she allowed to...allowed to be a ..be a girl? She stood there and felt tears flowing down her face. ...She...was happy with this. ...but why?

She had learned a lot since she arrived, that the country she was in was Xavara, that the Province was East De Cura, that there was an annual race against giant mechanical raptors once a year, but it seemed she still had a lot to learn about herself.

[lilacgaby]

thinking of childhood friends to lovers with katsuki :(

you and him who's parents were close friends in high school and got pregnant at the same time.

the photos of you two as little babies, dressed up in matching outfits courtesy of his fashion designer parents.

having playdates and sleepovers every other weekend, the two of you clung to each other as you moved around his little playroom, katsuki pouting whenever you had to leave.

the first day of kindergarten together, holding hands as your parents fussed over the two of you, taking photos as the two of you walked in together, choosing spots next to each other always. you thinking he was so cool for his quirk, and him vying for your affection without even realizing it.

even in his middle school years, he'd get so upset when he even thought about the other guys who had a crush on you, he'd t̶h̶r̶e̶a̶t̶e̶n̶ talk to them and let them know that you were taken already.

and when he entered U-A and finally confessed his feelings to you, so relieved to know you felt the same.

and getting married as proheroes, with your parents talking about how you two were destined to be together </3

[superbat-love]

Officer: So let me get this straight. You two were fighting on the streets because of a…fan war?

Clark: He started it! He was tearing down all my ‘Batman is the #1 Superhero’ banners! As the president of the official Batman fanclub, I had to do something!

Bruce: Your hero is a miserable weirdo who skulks around in caves like a rabid flying rat. How can someone like that be the #1 Superhero? Obviously, it should be a good role model like Superman. Besides, you protested against the final round of the annual popularity poll and tried to get our votes invalidated, didn’t you? This is payback.

Clark: Because it’s rigged! Batman was clearly leading the poll until a million votes for Superman appeared out of nowhere. I bet you bought those votes, you rich crook! And don’t call Batman a weirdo, he’s just misunderstood! He’s a hundred times braver than Superman!

Officer: Listen, gentlemen, can't we resolve this peacefully? After all, these two superheroes are on the same team — the Justice League. You should be showing support for both of them!

Bruce: You’re delusional. The Superman fan events were a massive success nationwide, clearly demonstrating his popularity. Where's your evidence that I was buying votes, Mr Investigative Journalist? Even you can't deny it: Superman, the visual king, inspires the masses more than that ugly, sad excuse of a gargoyle you call a hero.

Clark: Ugly?! [holds up a life size standee of Batman] You call someone with this chiseled jawline and these sculpted pecs ugly?

Bruce: [punches a hole through the standee]

Clark: Ahh! How dare you hit Batman! [lunges at Bruce]

Officer: Hey! Hey! Calm down!

[wttcsms]

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖࣪ if you love me right, then who knows !!

ᝰ.ᐟ you decide it's time to let your beloved bodyguard relax. ( fem!reader )

pairing jinchul woo x reader word count 2.4k content contains breeding kink, creampie, roleplaying domesticity (pretending to be husband&wife), bodyguard!au, rich girl!reader, size difference/size kink kinktober masterlist

It’s been a rough day, give or take. 

From the moment Jinchul Woo steps into the office, he’s been slammed with work. Hunters not returning, hunters looking to sue because of jobs gone wrong, new gates opening up at every other second, coworkers who are so swamped with work that they’re looking to pass it off to anybody and everybody — and as the chairman’s right-hand man, Jinchul gets the privilege of taking the brunt of it. How lucky is that?

And it’s because he’s the chairman’s most trusted employee (and the strongest A-Rank he has in his arsenal), that when all is said and done, the working day isn’t over for Jinchul. 

Instead of coming home to his stark apartment, empty save for the essential pieces of furniture, like a couch he put purely for its functional purposes instead of aesthetic reasons, he finds himself pulling up to a gated estate, opening the clicker so the gate opens to allow his car inside, and then he’s parking in a garage full of luxury vehicles. 

For the past month and for the foreseeable future, Jinchul Woo has been given the assignment of a lifetime: watching over the only granddaughter the chairman has. Even if Jinchul didn’t respect Go Gunhee, there would have been no room for Jinchul to deny the chairman’s request. Him asking to take care of you was just a formality. And as a formal man himself, Jinchul can respect that.

The only issue is that you’re not one for formalities. As a college-aged girl with more money and privileges than most, it’s no surprise that you’re a bit of a brat. The moment you saw Jinchul and learned that he was to be at your beck and call, Jinchul knew he was in trouble.

He just never knew just how far he’d go to reprimand you. 

It all starts off innocently enough; he supposes that’s how most things go. Gentle scoldings here, a few lectures there. But ever perceptive, Jinchul would catch the way you clench your thighs and rub them together every time he gets onto you. He notices the way you decide to walk around the mansion in pajama sets that get more revealing by the day. The way you start asking him to open jars for you and to build furniture that you don’t need. He knows better than to ever act on your desires, but his resolve to remain unaffected crumbles the second you practically pounced on him, batting your pretty lashes slick with tears, asking him why he won’t fuck you. Is it because you’re not pretty enough? Smart, driven? What is it? 

No. He thinks you’re absolutely perfect the way you are. And he spends that night fucking you, showing his devotion to you, all while reprimanding you in a way that will certainly leave an impression: spanking you for teasing him, for constantly disobeying him on purpose. 

That’s how sex usually initiates between the two of you. You decide to push his buttons and wait for him to snap. 

But Jinchul is pleasantly surprised when he walks in, slipping off his shoes and tossing aside his briefcase, only to be greeted at the sight of you on your knees, wearing an apron, smiling up at him sweetly. 

“Welcome home, husband,” You chirp cheerfully. 

For once in your dynamic, it seems like Jinchul’s the one in trouble now. 

He swallows hard, looking down at the demure sight of you. 

“Wha- what is this, exactly?” Jinchul stutters, unable to remain composed, nervously tugging at the tight knot of his work tie. 

“Can’t a wife greet her husband when he comes home?” You pout, and it all clicks. 

The guys at work always say it’s easy for Jinchul to pull in overtime and work himself to death; after all, it’s not like he has a family or a wife or even a girlfriend who’s going to stay up late, worrying about him. One night, when Jinchul decides to grab a drink after work and comes back to you, you help him onto the couch, worried. He had been too drunk to realize it at that moment, but the fact that you stayed up because he hadn’t come home to you yet makes his heart ache. (It’s why he doesn’t pull in as much overtime as he used to, no matter how hectic work gets.) That night, he admits that it’d be nice to have a wife and start a family, to have something distract him from work, to pull him out of the misery of paperwork and other people’s troubles. 

He didn’t realize how that drunken confession would impact you. 

He runs a hand through his blond hair, messing up the styled strands, disrupting the hair gel. “Get up, honey.” He tacks on the pet name, trying it out for the first time. It rolls off his tongue easily, a little too easy, really. He pats your head, and it doesn’t go unnoticed by him how much larger his hand looks when it’s anywhere near your body as opposed to his own. 

“That’s not fair. I wanted to treat you to something special.” You get up, though you’re still pouting. 

“Oh, yeah?” He’s walking to the kitchen, wondering whether it would just be easier to order takeout, before the scent of a home cooked meal hits him. “Did you cook?”

“Of course, I did.” You cross your arms, bringing attention to the pink apron you’re wearing. “Why wouldn’t I?” You seem happy that he’s surprised about this. “Now go to the dining room, and you’ll see that I already have your plate ready! Just wait a second, though. I have to reheat the soup.” 

Jinchul doesn’t go to the dining room, though. He remains rooted in his spot because he’s frozen at the view you’re giving him when you turn around. Underneath the apron, you’re wearing nothing. Not even a pair of panties. You’re crouching down a bit to bring your mouth closer to the pot of soup, and you’re sipping from the ladle, testing to see whether it’s warm enough or not. 

“Ah!” You let out a squeal when you feel the muscular body of Jinchul, the only thing separating him from you being the stiff fabric of his suit. Quick with his reflexes, Jinchul reaches from behind you to catch the ladle before it falls into the pot, potentially splattering you with hot soup. He places it gently in, before shutting off the stove entirely. 

“Jinchul.” You whine, bending awkwardly to try to look at him. “The food will get cold.” 

“I know, but can’t a husband just take a moment to appreciate his wife?” You love it when Jinchul’s voice gets all low and husky like this, every word he says coated in his dark desire. His large hands grip your waist, squeezing you gently but firmly, and you feel the growing bulge of his cock straining against his suit pants. “If I knew you went through all this trouble, I would’ve told the guys at work to fuck off so I could come home to you sooner.” He whispers this in your ear, leaning down. The strands of his hair tickle your cheeks, and before you can tell him that it’s okay, he’s spinning you around to face him. 

You look up at him, and he’s grinning, licking his lips as he stares down at you. “I’m sorry, honey, I know you worked hard but dinner’s going to have to wait. I need to fuck you.” His tone lowers a bit more. “Can I fuck you, honey?” 

“Of course.” You choke out the words, too caught up in just how hot Jinchul looks when he’s unbearably horny. He’s so careful, so put together, so stoic in his everyday life. It suddenly occurs to you that when he’s with you, this is the only time he gets to be a little unhinged, to relieve his stress. 

He’s easily picking you up, placing you right on the granite island of the kitchen. Even sitting on the elevated surface, you still have to look up at Jinchul, and he still has to lean down to crash his lips into yours. You moan into his mouth, enjoying how messy and sloppy Jinchul makes out with you. It’s a stark difference from how he handles everything else in his life, and you want to unravel him just a bit more. 

While he’s sloppily kissing you, swapping spit and swallowing up your moans, he’s making quick work of the bow of your apron, untying the knot and slipping off the tiny strip of fabric from your body. The cold air of the mansion hits you in full force, and you shiver a bit. 

“Spread your legs for me.” He grunts out, when he momentarily separates from you, and you comply. He takes a sharp breath, admiring the way your folds are already glistening, how you’re already wet for him. “Were you this wet the entire time?” He asks, dragging his index and middle fingers against your slit. 

You nod, knowing that anything you say will only be caught in between your little pleasured mewls. 

“You got wet waiting for me to come home? What were you thinking about?” 

“I-I wanted to welcome you home with a blowjob before you ate dinner.” You confess, more slick being produced when the fantasy re-enters your mind. 

His eyes darken at the sound of that. “Yeah? Fuck — you’re such a good wife, you know that?” The tips of his long fingers tease your soaked entrance, and he leans down to whisper in your ear. “We’ll have more nights for you to do that, don’t worry. But tonight, I’m going to be a good husband and treat you so well. You know what good girls like you deserve?” 

You shake your head, not knowing what filth might come out of Jinchul’s mouth.

“You deserve to have me fucking a baby into you. You’d like that wouldn’t you?” He chuckles, feeling the way your hole clings to the tips of his fingers, eager for more, desperate for it. “Yeah, I knew you would.” 

Jinchul makes quick work of his pants, undoing his belt and unzipping his trousers, pushing down the layers of fabric ‘til his cock can finally spring free from its confines. He pumps his cock once, twice, but he’s too starved of you to do much more. You’re so wet, the need for prep has long since disappeared, and besides, Jinchul’s fucked you like this many times before. Before you took on the role of wife, you were the brat he had to babysit, and to teach you a lesson, he’s fucked your cunt with no courtesy orgasm to prepare you. 

And you love it. 

You’re already writhing, laying down on the cold granite of the counter as you spread your legs, inviting Jinchul in, gasping and moaning at the way he taps the head of his cock teasingly against your slit before inserting the head in. He’s in love with the sight of his long cock disappearing into your wet, tight cunt. 

“I’m gonna make you feel so good, honey.” He grunts out, sliding his cock further into you ‘til he’s balls deep. You haven’t stopped moaning the entire time. 

He leans down to capture one of your breasts in his mouth, sucking and biting at the soft flesh as he starts steadily pounding into you, getting into that quick, jagged rhythm of his that he’s particularly fond of when he’s in a rush to cum. His mouth moves upwards, sucking and kissing at your collarbone, moving further up until he’s planting a kiss right on your lips, inhaling your moans of pleasure, keeping up with his same, quick pace, battering away at your cervix. 

“Feels good, doesn’t it, honey?” He asks you, feeling the way you tighten up. “Yeah, I knew my little wife would love this. You ready for me to get you pregnant, sweetheart?” He coos, and you can’t help but nod. A little Jinchul running around wouldn’t be too bad, right? In fact, right now, with his dick making you see nothing but stars, you think several tiny Jinchuls would be a dream come true. 

You can’t answer him using your voice, but you do wrap your legs around his waist, keeping him in place as if he was going to run off. He smiles at your reaction, taking a calloused thumb to rub circles against your clit, relishing in the feel of your walls tightening around him. 

“Ah, ah, ah!” You squeal out, before letting out a jumbled stream of syllables that sounds distinctly like his name. You’re creaming all over him and his cock, the cock that’s splitting you open, the cock that’s going to get you fucking nice and bred, all for him, only for him. His grin is feral as he continues with his thrust, now content to chase after his own high. The ring of white circling around his cock only motivates him further, and he’s shoving himself deep inside of your messy cunt as he cums. 

Shooting copious amounts of thick, white cum right at the entrance of your cervix, practically straight into your fucking womb, Jinchul still keeps rutting his hips until you let out a weak whine. 

“Aw, are you too tired, honey?” He asks you, giving you a forehead kiss. “Just give me a second, okay?” He tells you, waiting for the pleasure of your walls clamping on his dick to subside. Even after his cock gets too sensitive and begs for relief, he remains inside of you, still wanting to enjoy the feeling of your cunt twitching around his cock, swallowing up his cum. 

He rests his forehead against your own. “You feeling alright, honey?” Even though the act should be over, Jinchul is still calling you by that pet name, and you love it. You don’t protest it, but you try not to draw attention to it, out of fear that he’ll realize he should stop pretending and shatter the illusion. Despite his cock plugging you up, a trickle of the mixture of your shared cum is trickling out of your cunt, and you let out a mhm. 

“Ah, I should get up and reheat the soup for you.” You mumble, struggling to lift yourself from the counter. He only pushes you back down, shushing you. 

“You should rest. Let me heat it up.” Jinchul’s hand finds your own, and he’s entangling your fingers together. “But let’s stay like this just a little bit longer.” 

You don’t complain, letting the warmth of Jinchul blanket you. You want to stay together like this forever.

(And he does, too.)

[starzgaze]

LOVESICK POTENTIAL: sung jinwoo

pairing: yandere!sjw/reader

UNFINISHED incoherent drabble brainrot on yandere!sjw hahaha... this is so unfinished but it fried my brain so badly all i can do is draw this out later because i cant write for long periods of time 😒 also english isn't my first language so this is really ERRR not good also no proofreading we die raw

tw: froth and nothing much

BEFORE THE DUNGEON EVENT:

This era of jinwoo was so cute he looked so squishy I'm biting my bedsheets. This time is the perfect moment where jinwoo gets his reasons on why he's a little cuckoo over [y.name].

Jinwoo always came home covered in bruises and maybe with a dent in his mental health. I mean not only you face life threatening monsters but you also face the words of your fellow hunters that consists of demeaning and degrading your whole existence does horriblewonders to Jinwoo's mental health! After when his mother came out of the picture by falling ill to the Eternal Slumber, Jinwoo had to face the expectations on becoming the breadwinner and help to keep his family a float.

Jinwoo doesn't have ambitions or anything during this time, not when he's too focused on trying to feed Jinah and pay the bills. He's a blank pitiful slate who's being driven by desperation and the promise he made to his mother to take care of his sister. He doesn't have anyone to turn to and he can't tell what he's experiencing to his sister because that'll make her worry for him! Jinwoo doesn't want his sister to flunk her studies because he made her worry for him... so he's basically alone.

Until you come in to the picture. [y.name] one of the few people who saw him as a person instead of some weak pitiful excuse of a hunter. It doesn't really matter how you meet Jinwoo, whether it be through connections, after a dungeon raid, or you randomly meeting him on the street, what matters is how you perceive him as a person and how you turn his miserable world upside down.

When [y.name] entered his life, it felt like a ball of light entered his dim world but not as if [y.name] was extremely energetic or what not. It was more like that [y.name] ignited something within Jinwoo. [y.name] would stop by and talk to Jinwoo, solidifying his self as a person. They would talk about ideals and goals and even encourage Jinwoo to maybe create his own when they found out that he didn't had any of his own. Jinwoo felt so warm inside whenever he'd spent time with [y.name]. He felt so inexplicably happy.

Jinwoo decided that [y.name] is his goal and the driving force of his ambitions.

Jinwoo limped a bit as he walked towards his small apartment he shared with his sister. It was what remained when his mother was sent to the hospital for falling ill. He groaned silently as he clenched his arm that was throbbing in pain. Even after being recently healed by Joohee, he could still feel the pain of his arm being battered to smithereens.

He wondered how many dungeon raids left till he'll perish by the hands of some low ranking monster.

The young man approached his door before suddenly being called out by a familiar voice. Jinwoo turned around and his bleak mood was changed into a more joyful one.

"Jinwoo! I caught 'ya this time!" [y.name] giggled as they skipped over to Jinwoo, a small mischievous smile plastered on their features. Jinwoo chuckled at [y.name]'s words as he admired [y.name]. He wondered what did he do in his life to meet [y.name]

Jinwoo hoped that the next dungeon raid isn't the one where he'll perish by the hands of a monster.

AFTER THE DUNGEON EVENT:

Jinwoo would probably avoid contacting [y.name]. After realizing he has a new opportunity to get stronger. His mental health before wasn't the best, he often thought he was pulling [y.name] back and has this mindset that he didn't deserve any of the kindness he was receiving from anyone especially from [y.name]

But now? he has now the chance to pay them all back by becoming stronger and become someone they can all rely on. So randomly... he'll just disappear from [y.name]'s life randomly. Jinwoo feels horrible but he isn't ready to face [y.name] again but he promises to himself that he'll meet his darling[y.name] soon.

Jinwoo would admire [y.name] from afar and sometimes do this just for the sake of answering to his personal question of: "I wonder how are they doing now?". Jinwoo is aware how much it hurts to [y.name] that he randomly disappeared from their life without a word especially how worried they were for him.

When Jinwoo finally deems he's prepared and worthy enough to face [y.name] he almost forgotten how different he looked when he last met [y.name]. Jinwoo almost scared [y.name] away when a devilishly handsome tall young man approached them with a bouquet of flowers in hand. Thankfully, [y.name] recognized the man from the slightly meek demeanor he showed.

Maybe after a few more meetups and catch ups, [y.name] would notice the many changes on Jinwoo's overall.. being? like aside from the fact he's now built like a sculpture made by the gods, he's more confident and charming?.. Jinwoo of course didn't miss the way how [y.name] would quiet down and stare at Jinwoo, taking note every little different detail on Jinwoo. This fed the hunter's ego and was proud how his hardwork paid off.

While [y.name] was admiring Jinwoo, they didn't notice how Jinwoo added a few of his shadows into [y.name]'s shadow. His love for [y.name] during their absence has doubled a thousand fold and the lengths he'd go for [y.name] is now boundless. Jinwoo's goal of achieving [y.name] might not be impossible anymore if he pushed himself a bit more just like what [y.name] says.

After meeting up with Jinwoo, [y.name] bid the hunter goodbye as they exited the cafe. [y.name] was pleasantly joyful that Jinwoo didn't forgotten about them and met up with them again after a few years but this still didn't made [y.name] pissed off over the fact he basically ghosted them for a few years too!

[y.name] walked down the cold street that was dimly lit up by the lamp posts around the area. They shivered a bit as they tried to warm up their hands by shoving one of them in their trenchcoat's pocket. [y.name] was on their phone when they suddenly bumped into a man by accident.

"ow.. oh? I'm sorry I didn't notice you there I'm really sorr—" [y.name] stammered out as they bowed their head in apology but then they felt a hand pushing them hard enough to be stumble back into a lamp pole, hitting their back pretty hard. The man reached out to [y.name]'s trenchcoat's pocket and pulling out their purse then he ran away with their purse in hand.

"agh! what the- my purse?!" [y.name] yelled as they rubbed their back to ease the throbbing pain as they tried to run after the robber.

Unfortunately for [y.name] he was fast on his feet and after for a while they lost him. [y.name] panted as they decided to not give up yet and looked around the now lightless and eerie street, it seems like the robber ran into a more abandoned side of the city.

[y.name] roamed around the street and would peak occasionally inside of alleyways hoping to catch the man but much to their dismay, they haven't seen any glimpses or hints. They mindlessly walked around, slowly losing hope until they heard a quick shriek then a hard thump from a nearby alleyway. A cold sweat went down their neck as they froze in place... Did something happen?

[y.name]'s eyes narrowed down on the alleyway where they assumed the sound originated from. They contemplated for a bit whether they should check it out before they decided to see what it was, clinging on the possibility it might be their purse. [y.name] slowly peeked their head in the alleyway and immediately gasped at the sight.

The man who stole their purse on floor, wriggling in pain before a dark figure. Froth was coming out of his mouth as dark inky shadows circled around his throat. His ankles looked twisted but in a very unnatural degree that it looked grotesque.[y.name]'s eyes shakily looked at the soon to be a corpse then up to the figure who was holding their purse. They blinked blankly at the figure.. [y.name] recognized him?!

"Jin..woo?..." [y.name] murmured underneath their breath as the figure looked up to see [y.name] who was pretty shaken up. The light finally hits the figure's and it revealed it was indeed Jinwoo... but he had this soulless glint in his eyes that suddenly brighten up at the sight of [y.name]

"ah. [y.name]" He called out as he walked past the struggling man and approached [y.name] who took a step back away from Jinwoo. This made his heart wrench.

"don't. don't move away. it's dangerous at this time, you shouldn't be alone" Jinwoo continued as he was finally in front of a terrified [y.name]

"you shouldve accepted my offer walking you home"

[ddejavvu]

and how do we feel about han’s hands on your hips tugging you down to sit on his lap in a cantina. your cold fingers bracing against the peek of hair on his warm chest as he dismisses your protests, saying it like you’re stupid: “everybody’s too drunk to notice anyways.” and repeats the same mantra when he’s rimming your little pussy with his rough fingers under your skirt

'dismisses your protests, saying it like you're stupid: "Everybody's too drunk to notice anyways'

'rimming your little pussy with his rough fingers under your skirt'

and he doesn't say that because it's true he says it because he's already reaching into your skirt and he knows you're worried about it. the urge hit him to stick his hand into your cunt so he's gonna say whatever he needs to say to get you to stop fussing so much about it and he's gonna forcibly tuck your face into his neck so that you can't get all in your head about someone seeing. there's not anyone watching, but if there was he'd make dark, poisonous eye contact with them while keeping his hand buried inside your cunt, obscuring it from view. he's not trying to put on a show here: audience members are not invited.

he just keeps soothing you in that deep, gruff voice of his, as considerate and soft as it'll get, 'don't worry, sweetheart. no one's watching. no one's seein' straight in this place, they couldn't even if they wanted to. hm? no, no one's comin' over. they walked out. don't worry, god, you're so fussy. hey- hey, if you keep worrying about it, you're never gonna loosen up. let go a little, there we go. relax, can't get anything in there if you're a big bundle'a nerves. loosen up for me, come on.

he feeds you a couple sips of whatever he's drinking like 'here. take some of this, and get out of your head. this'll make it a little easier for you to stop worrying so much, stupid.'

[hanasnx]

nose-riding.

MINORS DNI 18+

"Don't get shy on me now," HAN SOLO chides, those big hands clamped on your thighs to make sure you stay pinned where you belong. Your hesitance is demonstrated through the tremble in your legs, wrestling with the instinct to hover over his mouth while his strength overpowers you, muscling you into your seat. “the fuck are you going?”

“Han, give me a second.” you plea through a whimper, but he yanks you down, his lips kissing the ones between your legs as the roughness of his shaved face scrape your soft tissue.

“Mm-mm,” he denies, muffled by your flesh as he mouths your folds, enveloping them in wet warmth that makes your eyes flutter. Thick arms lock around your thighs, cords of muscle swollen atop your lap, taking advantage of your position to jostle you gently over him. A rhythm is set, one your body adapts to within seconds, obeying his silent command to grind. The new sensation that comes with wetting his entire face with your slick tightens your grip on the headboard, releasing a burst of air in a gasp as you chase that growing feeling in the pit of your stomach. Encouraging groans sound underneath you, seemingly enjoying this just as much as you, heightening in volume as your enthusiasm becomes clearer.

Juices drip down his chin and the sides of his face as you ride it, listening to the sounds of sex fill the room as he continues to liven your efforts with his flexing biceps, rocking you on him with fervor that you meet with eager cooperation. He ducks his head, straining his neck from the weight of a body on it, but he ignores the pain, reaching his tongue to circle your hole, shoving it in. A sharp keen is drawn from you, one so vulnerable it rips you out of the trance. Another wave of heat is swift to bloom on your cheeks, and briefly you slow to cover your mouth in embarrassment. It's reprimanded as quickly as it occurred, Han's massive hand swatting the fat of your ass to imprint the colored shape of his scold. You yelp, jumping forward that brushes your clit against the tip of his nose.

The feeling introduced to you shoots electricity up your spine, and you follow it. You aim your hips just as he angles his head, reading your mind. He nuzzles your bud, puffy from stimulation, as his tongue traces the outline of your sex. One of those powerful and low moans of his, vibrating you, is enough to corral you to the edge. Your hips quicken, grinding down, desiring more and more pressure as your swirl your clit around his nose. You can feel him surge as he tugs you down—it's a wonder how he's not suffocating yet—desperate lips latching onto your delicate tissues, swiping side to side on your sex, painting himself with your new layer of cream. One hand releases the headboard to fist his hair to which he groans obscenely about. Your fist tightens, digging him into your hungry sex, letting him devour you as you direct him.

Since you're going at it on your own, he unlocks you, those callused hands running up your body, molding your pretty flesh in his grasp as he wanders your torso and chest. He gives your tits a hearty squeeze, pinching your nips between his thick fingers, before running down your back so he can get at your ass, groping you.

"Just like that, Han, almost there, just like that," you whisper, winded from effort, riding his face without a shred of inhibition. Your clit swipes across the bridge of his nose, hitting the bone, and your cry out as the coil snaps. Sweet juices flood, pouring out of you, drowning Han just like he wanted. Arms wrap around your hips, keeping you moving while your orgasm takes you over, squeezing your eyes shut as your body locks up like its got a mind of its own. He's not gonna let you chicken out, forcing you to keep grinding, overstimulating your abused clit. Even your fist banging haphazardly against the headboard, nails of your other hand digging into his scalp doesn't deter him. Choked noises of pain and pleasure release from deep within your gut, and the violent spurts of your pussy gradually slow to a stop. Your hole flutters, and carefully he lifts your leg for you, pushing you to lean to one side so he can extract himself. He envelopes you in his arms, tucking you into his chest as you breathe hard.

[harrywavycurly]

Can you imagine you’re on your couch enjoying your second glass of wine and on your Bumble account, just checking to see if anyone new has joined recently that strikes your fancy when you come across a very recognizable photo of Harry. Making you instantly go to his profile and feeling a bit unsure about it since it’s not the most detailed thing on the planet and filled with things that someone could easily find on Google. But you decide to swipe on him anyway just to see what happens, and to your shock it says you’ve matched so it’s up to you to send the first message, that’s why you enjoy Bumble because it lets you control if and when you send someone you match with a message.

Thinking that this profile can’t actually belong to the real Harry Styles you quickly type out something silly that even a Harry imposter would probably get a laugh out of, hitting send before taking another sip of wine while you read the message again giggling to yourself.

“If it stays between just us can you please tell me if Olivia is a person, place, emotion or if it really did just rhyme?”

You expect the person to take a while to respond so you feel your eyes go a bit wide when you see a message suddenly appear underneath yours.

“Sorry I can’t talk about songs that aren’t fully finished yet but…I mean picking a word just because it rhymes? Talk about lazy songwriting.”

You lean your head back and laugh at what they sent you and for a moment, just a brief one, you think it might actually be Harry Styles who just messaged you on Bumble. But you quickly shake it off and assume this is just a very good Harry impersonator who knows the lore of Olivia not being finished and the lazy songwriting quote that was said back in an interview with Niall. So thinking nothing of it you message him back.

“Oh well since it’s not fully finished may I make a suggestion?”

You barely have time to take a sip of wine before a new message appears from “Harry” making you smile.

“I’m listening…”

You bite back a giggle as you type out one word, and it’s not the word the person you’re messaging is probably expecting if they really do know their Harry facts.

“Saxophones.”

But unbeknownst to you only a few miles away tucked into the corner of his couch in his dimly lit living room Harry is laughing as he holds his phone in one hand and his whiskey glass in the other as he reads your suggestion. Taking a quick sip of his drink before leaning over and placing it on his coffee table his thumbs are typing back a message and hitting send before he’s even fully leaning back and getting comfortable again.

“You know what? That’s brilliant. I was thinking it needed some horns.”

Harry chews hit bottom lip as he waits for you to reply, a grin taking over his face when he sees your message appear just below his. He can’t help but find himself intensely enjoying the way the conversation, as silly as it may be, flows between the two of you making his nerves about even wanting to join the app fade away with each new message he receives from you.

“Don’t worry I won’t make you credit me or anything. At least this time.”

He doesn’t let even a minute go by before he’s hitting send on his reply and he wonders if you’re possibly doing something similar to him right now, just having an evening in with a drink and smiling at your phone like an idiot.

“Ah so your next suggestion won’t be free then? Is that what you’re saying?”

He runs a hand through his hair as he waits for you to say something, not sure if maybe he accidentally ruined the fun and easy tone of the conversation but before he can really begin to overthink anything he sees a message appear from you making him let out a quiet chuckle.

“Exactly.”

[yan-randomfandom]

Beanie Stanley Pines x Reader

"Oh, won't you kiss me on the mouth and love me like a sailor?"

— Sailor Song by Gigi Perez

You kissed Stan.

Actually, it's more of he kissed you.

When you finally leaned away, his gaze at you felt so endearing, so warm, and so full of love. His eyes have always held in a heavy weight of tears, but for once, they're finally out of happiness.

He removed his red beanie, carrying it in his hands like it was fragile, before offering it to you. You tilted your head in curiosity, a never-ending smile on your face.

"What's this for?"

"...I just wanna see how you look wearing it."

[fuyuu-chan]

Snuggling To Keep You Warm

Characters: Neuvillette, Kamisato Ayato, Vyn Richter, Jing yuan, Sung Jinwoo (+ some characters you like or you think fit)

Genre: Fluff

Fuyuu-chan: idk why i suddenly stopped posting when i have a lot of fics in my drafts 😭 maybe because i feel lazy lol

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You just hopped into shower and just started when the water turned cold out of nowhere not to mention in a cold weather. You contemplated for a minute before deciding to continue, no choice as the heater isn't heating the water and you're already wet since first its hot water but it betrayed you so you decided to take the cold shower now. You dry off your body and hair all while shivering. I mean who wouldn't after taking an ice cold shower?

After dressing into comfy clothes and finishing your routine. You went to his office and asked if you could cuddle, he invite you to seat on his lap as he hugged you. Asking what happened.

"I'm cold, I took a cold shower since the heater decided to betray me" you answered.

"Oh? Why didn't you tell me about the heater?" He asked as he brushed your hair.

"Well you're working and I don't wanna bother you" you said as you snuggled.

"Y'know I would drop anything just for you right?" he asked as he held you a bit tight.

You hummed. "Can I stay here?" you asked as you peeked at him. "Of course, anytime besides is that even a question?" he answered as he put your head back onto his shoulder for you to lean on. "Do you want us to go to the couch? It will be more comfortable for you, we could also watch something while we're at it" he added. "Hmm but you're working?" You asked.

"Nah I just finished besides I wanna cuddle you" he answered.

"Okay then" you nod because you love hanging out in his office, its comfortable and the couch too. He carried you to the couch and placed you down. "Stay here, i'll make us some hot drink, it will help on getting your body warm again"

"Alright" you said. He kissed your forehead all while smiling before he left to go to the kitchen. You were playing on your phone when you start feeling cold again, you got up and decided to grab a blanket from your room. You exit his office and was heading to the room when you saw him coming back to the office. "(name)? where are you going?" he asked as he was holding a tray containing two cups filled with hot drink and some snacks.

"I'm still cold, just gonna grab a blanket, you go ahead" you replied as you smiled and he nods. You quickly go to your room and took a blanket before going back to his office. Inside, the tray he was carrying earlier was now in the coffee table, and there he sat at the couch waiting for you while scrolling down picking your favorite show so it will be ready. "I'm back" you said as you sat beside him draping the blanket on both of your laps.

"Welcome back, are you ready?" He said and you nod eagerly. He took both cups handing one to you as he put his arms around your shoulder after playing the show. After watching some few episodes you fall asleep as your head fall onto his shoulder, feeling your head on his shoulder he lean on top of your head as he pulled you closer to him and grabbing the blanket up to both of your shoulders covering the two of you.

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Please do not copy, translate, repost to any other social media, Thank you.

[xxsunoosprincess]

Heeseung jerking off for his friends

(nsfw video, minors dni)

Just dropping in quickly to show you all this video of heeseung jerking off <3 look at his cute ears, no way that isn’t Heeseungie >_<

And it tracks, I mean… his pretty cock, lots of cum, and an affinity for sending lewd vids in the hyung group chat. It started off as just porn… big tit hentai girls that would make Jay send a thumbs up, pretty boys getting plowed that would have Jake sending a keyboard smash, but quickly evolved into Heeseung sending videos of himself for his band mates to admire.

“What do you guys think? Does hyung look good?”

princess :)

[erosmutt]

﹙🎃﹚FILTH PIG : 𝔥. 𝔰𝔬𝔩𝔬

〣 ﹒▨﹕ CONTENT WARNINGS﹒gunplay, blasterplay, vaginal penetration with the barrel of a gun, piv sex, wall sex, chubby reader

♫ ㆍ TRACK OF CHOICE ㆍSlip It In ♱ Black Flag

⿻﹒︴BNUUY'S NOTES . i made up for it being late by making it longer! love you guys :D also yes, chubby reader. know why? han likes chubby girls, end of story. eee this is my fav one of my kinktober fics i've written! han solo they could never make me hate you.

"Well well, looks like the pretty little smuggler got herself in quite the pickle, huh?"

Shoving you against the dingy alley wall, Han drags the tip of his blaster across your bottom lip, a smug grin plastering itself on his face at the flicker of annoyance in your eyes. "Now, don't play coy. We've both got some collective debts to square up." He chuckles, the scent of stale sweat and cheap booze wafting off him. "Don't you fret princess, I'll getcha outta this mess. For a price."

Dropping the pistol between your legs, he rubs the cold metal against your clothed slit, rubbing it up and down your sensitive folds. Leaning in close, his breath hot on your ear, he murmurs, "Feel that steel on those pretty lips, don't you?"

His other hand roams your curves possessively, squeezing your heavy tits before sliding down to squeeze your ass. A needy whimper escapes your throat as your hips grind against the weapon teasing your aching cunt. "Ooh, gettin' all wet for me already, ain'tcha sugar? Bet this tight little pussy's just dyin' to be stuffed full."

Your heart races as you reach up with a trembling hand to trace your fingertips along his jaw, feeling the stubble. "I'm all out of credits," you admit quietly as to not have your voice echo. Tugging your panties aside, he shoves the short blaster barrel into your hole, stretching you. "That's it sweetheart, take it nice 'n deep."

Han grunts, eyes trained on your curves with hunger. His fingers dig into the soft flesh of your hips as he starts thrusting the barrel in and out of your slick heat, forearm strained. "Ungh, fuck, ride it baby, just like that," he groans, picking up the pace. The lewd squelch of your cunt fills the stale air as he pistons the weapon faster.

A broken moan spills from your lips, head falling back against the rough brick wall as pleasure courses through your veins. Your thighs quiver, toes curling slightly in your boots as your rock against the thrusts. "Han, don' fucking stop, needa cum," you pant.

Suddenly, the blaster is gone, leaving you empty and aching. You barely have time to whine at the loss before the blunt tip of his cock is teasing your entrance, hot and hard and huge. "Beg for it," Han orders in a deep rumble. "Wanna hear how bad this greedy pussy wants to be split open on my dick."

You lift one of your legs and place it on his hip. "Fuck me," you whisper. "Please, fuck me," you keen desperately, reaching down between your legs and spreading yourself shamelessly. With a triumphant snarl, he slams himself up to the hilt in one brutal thrust. Your vision nearly whites out, hands finding his shoulders as a silent scream catches in your throat while he stretches you beyond anything you've taken before. "Fuck yes," he grunts.

Han sets a harsh pace, each thrust slamming you back up against the nasty wall and stealing your breath. The wet slap of flesh on flesh echoes obscenely in the alley as he pounds you with abandon, grunting filthy praise and demands. "That's it," he growls. "gonna fuckin' wreck your little cunt, yeah?" All you can do is hang on for dear life, nails scratching against his clothed shoulders as he rails you without mercy. The coil of tension winds tighter and tighter in your tummy, nerve endings feeling sparked. "'m gonna- fuck, 'm gonna cum!" You cry, eyes shut tight.

His fingers find your clit, rubbing circles against the sensitive bundle of nerves, and that's all it takes to send you over the edge. Your walls clench around his shaft as you cum, orgasm dizzying you, coming in waves. "Gonna fill this pretty cunt up," Han mutters. "breed ya fuckin' stupid." With a final thrust, he cums, painting your insides with his hot seed. You shudder and mewl as you feel it pump deep, claiming you.

He stays buried inside you as he softens, large hands stroking your lovehandles uncharacteristically tenderly. "There we go, princess. One debt settled." Drawing back, fluids drip from your cunt obscenely, making him smirk, much to your irritation. "We'll sort out the rest later, yeah?" For now," he leans in and captures your lips in a messy kiss, all tongue and teeth, before pulling away and flashing you a wink.

"Clean up sweetheart, don't let any other sleaze come fuck you, ya hear?" He tugs his pants up and adjusts his belt. You roll your eyes as you fix your own clothes. "Whatever, Solo." He shoves his blaster back into its holster, pinches your cheek, then goes on his way.

What a dick; but what else could you expect from Han Solo? Nothing. He's a good for nothing sleemo, but by the Force, he could lay it down.

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[just-before-dawn]

yknow in "mr mistoffelees" when tugger gets so carried away with hyping up misto, and then misto taps on his shoulder to get his attention and then whispers something in his ear, and then tugger's like "oh yeah! okay!!", and then misto goes up to the tire and tugger starts his "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!! I GIVE YOU!!"

one of my fave parts ever

[tentaclemilkprincess]

Luke skywalker as an elderitch horror:

As an angel with golden hair and a laugh that echoed something ferocious, sometimes, when Han turned to see his best friend—his brother—he could have sworn he saw a hundred too many teeth, pulsing like a star.

As a nervous rambler, endlessly endearing in his social awkwardness, sometimes Lando would see Luke from afar and, in that distance, no longer recognize the blushing boy he'd come to love. Instead, there was a blank slate—eyes not black, but hollow, scooped out with the promise of both devastation and creation. And then, Luke would blink, bat those pretty lashes, and all that inhuman abundance would vanish.

As a passive monk, all soft smiles and gentle movements, the Mandalorians believed they had seen him at first glance. But then, they saw him truly—in battle. It wasn’t the blood, thick and vocal against his blonde hair or caught between his white teeth. No, it was how he moved—like their bodies were just blades of grass to be trampled or avoided, but ultimately beneath him. It was not a predator's stalk, for nothing on earth could exist as his prey. No, they were simply… just like those blades of grass. Like those bodies.

Still, when Luke walked the dusty streets, it was easy to pretend, to almost forget—to forgive the shadow that hung just a few paces behind him. To ignore the unsettling feeling that being near him was like waking from a very long dream. It was easier to pretend that he walked slow and steady because he was a jetti monk and not because his soul was older than time itself. Because, to Luke, all life was worthy—but perhaps not in human form. Perhaps their greatest worth was to feed the flowers and birds with their bones.

Who was Luke Skywalker to Din Djarin?

A god waging a divine war between himself, a devil chained by the needs of others, a man - a boy born to be missuunderstod and die both afraid and afraid of, a monk with an attitude more akin to an adventurer or a jetti, the last of his kind.

For all of Din's love he wasn’t special- he too didn't know who or what his cyar'ika was - not unless Luke allowed him to see that is. Because Luke Skywalker had spent nineteen years feeling jilted, out of place and time, like a line just a degree off.

For all the power that he weilded he was always told that love would elude him so when Luke met Din - a man so force blind he couldn't feel the unnatural ripple of Luke's skin or hear how he never breathed, a man so sworn to protect all he loved even if the object of his affections was the most powerful being in the known and unknown universe, a man who kissed Luke like he wasn’t terrying or scary but just a boy or as Din says "a very pretty and powerful boy"

Din worships Luke, but not because of the vastness and eternity of him or the knowledge of the sheer power that his beloved holds no, Din falls to his feet in adoration and prayer because he's the only being to get Grogu to eat something other than frogs and strange meat.

[blorboazula]

For the Drabble/word prompt:

Conquest

Thank you for the prompt!

Azula's on a war path. And Katara can only facepalm and pity their opponents.

Who thought Uno with the two most competitive people in the world would end well? The only reason Zuko and Azula aren't trading punches yet is because Zuko has Drunk curled on his lap, the little menace of a kitten, and Azula has Katara on her lap (according to her, also a little menace of a kitten).

Azula treats a card game like a war, making Zuko buy more cards means she's successful in the conquest of new lands to her empire.

"You're adorably stupid," Katara whispers on ear, quite comfortable on her lap, she's not sure how Azula manages to keep her card in hand and an arm around Katara, holding her safe there.

"I'm a genius."

"This is a luck game!" Zuko exclaimed.

"Shut up, loser," she throws a +4 on the table, for the humiliation of the brother.

Katara laughs, she'll give Azula a good, long reward later that night.

[ddejavvu]

han solo x shy!reader has so much potential to be so cute omg. imagine him being totally soft and doting on shy!you and then someone walks in and they’re like???? who is this guy and what has he done to han?????

Han's thick fingers click the latch of your bracelet into place, the gleaming silver looking out of place in his hands that are marred with grease stains. He's been careful to wipe the oil from his fingertips so that he doesn't soil your jewelry, but he's done it on his shirt, so there's streaks of grease you know are never going to come out of the white muscle tee he's in.

"There," He mumbles, letting go of the chain he'd been fumbling with and watching as the bracelet looses tension around your wrist, "That good?"

You deliberate for a moment, grinning guiltily at him as he waits for your reply, "Can you make it just a little tighter?"

"Sure thing, sweetheart," He drawls, sending only a lazy smile back. You'd been preparing yourself for a nasty quip, something about how picky you are, or about how he thinks the bracelet is ugly anyways. But all he does is reach for it again, hooking the clasp through a ring three away from the one he'd put it in before.

Now it's tighter around your wrist, only a little give in the chain.

"Thanks, Han," You grin, and his eyes flatten out, scrunching as he returns the expression.

You'd almost forgotten about Chewbacca, but when the wookiee lets out an amused roar from behind his copilot, you peer around Han's head at him.

"What did he say?" You ask Han, whose expression sours as he glares at the wookiee.

"Nothing." Han snaps, "He said he's gonna get to work rewiring the cockpit controls, because if he doesn't, I'll make him sleep in the smuggling compartments."