why wait for the best when i could have you?

[grimquil]

🪶🌙𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 ✧

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𐂂Hello, name's Oscar but you can call me ozzie he/him. Grimquil is an x top male reader (possibly switch). I write for mostly all fandom. Request are Open so dont be shy. Smut, fluff and angst are all acceptable.

©𝓖𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓶𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓵

[grimquil]

Yall can read my flagged posts on @cherrychapel my alt account

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Goddamn tumblr really hates you

*sigh* sadly the tumblr CEO is my ex so😬. That might be why🤭

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⏾ 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 miss your touch

After weeks away for “work”, Marc finally returns home completely touch-starved and desperate to be close to you. From the moment he walks through the door, the longing and pent-up desire spill over.

18+ Explicit Sexual Content mdni, Drabble m!reader, Praise, blowjob, oral Sex, Dirty Talk, Top!marc

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭

Marc Spector had been gone for weeks, buried in whatever dangerous work kept pulling him away. The second he crossed the threshold of your shared place, the door barely shut behind him before his hands were on you. His grip was desperate, fingers digging into your shoulders as he yanked you close. “God, I need you,” he rasped against your mouth, voice rough from disuse and exhaustion. His body pressed flush to yours, already hard in his pants, hips shifting restlessly like he couldn't hold still.

You backed him toward the couch without breaking the kiss, tongues sliding hot and urgent. Marc moaned into it, the sound low and needy, his touch-starved skin twitching under every brush of your palms. He was shaking slightly, breath coming fast as you shoved him down to sit. His legs spread automatically, cock straining visibly against the fabric.

“Please,” he breathed, eyes dark and glassy as he looked down at you. "I've been thinking about your mouth for days."

You dropped to your knees between his thighs, hands working his belt open with quick efficiency. Marc lifted his hips to help, shoving his pants and underwear down just enough to free his cock. It sprang out thick and flushed, already leaking at the tip from how pent-up he was. You wrapped a hand around the base, stroking once slow and firm, and Marc's head fell back against the cushions with a groan.

“Fuck, yes. Just like that,” he muttered, one hand coming down to thread through your hair. His fingers tightened, not pushing yet, just holding on like he needed the anchor. You leaned in and dragged your tongue along the underside, from base to head, tasting the salt of him. Marc's thighs tensed hard around you. “Shit—more. Suck it.”

Your lips part and you take the head of his cock into your mouth, sucking firmly. The heat of him fills you as you sink lower, inch by inch, hollowing your cheeks. Marc's hips buck slightly, but you hold him down with a firm grip on his thighs. You bob your head, taking more each time, saliva dripping down his length to slick your strokes. The wet sounds fill the room as you work him deeper, throat relaxing to swallow around the tip when it hits the back.

Marc's breathing turns ragged, his free hand clutching the couch cushion. “You're killing me. Feels so fucking good. Don't stop, please don't stop.” His words spill out between moans, voice cracking with need. You pull off for a moment, strings of spit connecting your lips to his glistening cock, then dive back in, sucking harder. Your tongue swirls around the head on each upstroke, pressing into the sensitive spot just below.

He thrusts shallowly into your mouth now, unable to hold still. “You own me right now,” Marc admits, eyes half-lidded and dark with lust. “Been gone too long. This cock's all yours. Suck it like you mean it.”

You double down, one hand cupping his balls while the other strokes what your mouth can't reach. Your pace quickens, head moving in steady rhythm as you take him to the hilt. Marc's moans grow louder, body trembling from the overload after so much time without touch. His cock throbs against your tongue, pulsing with every suck. You hum around him, the vibration making his hips jerk.

“I'm close,” he warns, voice strained. “Gonna cum down your throat if you keep that up.” But you don't let up, swallowing around him again and again until his grip on your hair turns desperate. Marc's release hits with a guttural cry, hot spurts flooding your mouth as his cock twitches. You swallow every drop, licking him clean as he shudders through the aftershocks, still hard and sensitive in your grip.

You swallowed around him, milking every drop, not pulling off until he softened slightly on your tongue. 

Marc slumped back, chest rising and falling fast, hand still loosely in your hair. “Come here,” he whispered, voice hoarse. Marc pulls you up into his lap afterward, kissing you deeply, tasting himself on your tongue. “Fucking missed you,” he whispers, already hardening again against your thigh.

© 𝐃𝐪𝐫𝐤𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟔

[achrams]

𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐈'𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : Ethan gets desperately jealous of Jana hogging all of your attention to herself. The rope snaps when he sees her acting like a couple with you, making him ride you until you were his.

𝐂𝐰 : Angst?; whiny Ethan, manwhore reader (kinda); unprotected sex; creampie; cowgirl position.

The very same night seemed to be passing rather quietly. No, scratch that. actually it had been too quiet given Jana, nor anyone else for that matter, seemed to do much about your and Ethan's little nature detour. It had been eerily silent, specifically for Ethan, who had practically skipped into the cabin to flex his achievement in hopes of getting a reaction from Jana, leaving you behind for a split moment.

As it turns out, that sliver of a time period had been enough for Ethan and Jana to exchange a couple of words. Well, more like a debate of mockery to rile up one another, which seemed to be working perfectly even though their neutral faces masked the tension with microscopic precision. Especially when you happened to come around.

“Take that. Jana.” Ethan had teased with sly, low words, showing his palm to Jana with an uncharacteristically large amount of pride. The filled and quite frankly disgusting condom lay in the middle of Ethan's palm. Warm and taunting. Seems Ethan is that much of a perv to keep even the weirdest bits to himself if it meant clinging onto every scrap of you. Jana had let out probably one of the nastiest ew's she had ever dreamed of letting slip her lips. Which meant a lot seeing as the girl didn’t have one good thing to say about anyone besides you.

“That's fucking disgusting you absolute mutt of a man.” Ethan only laughed at Jana’s outburst and dangled the condom for a moment before hiding it in his back pocket. “You snooze you loose.” Ethan taunted and purposefully poked his tongue out to irritate Jana even more, hoping that you'd catch her being mean so she'd lose all hope of ever getting his cookie. Ethan's personal cookie, with his name written all over you. 

“He was hella good. Made me leak empty.” Ethan rubbed it in even more, as if he was switching between salt and lemon juice while tending to an open wound. “Check the forest if you don’t believe me. I marked that place up like a good dog.” Jana's horrified expression of her life long goal shattering before her very eyes brought Ethan so much joy. So what's a little more button pressing going to do? “Woof.” He balled his hands up and made pitiful yet threatening puppy dog eyes before rolling his wrists beneath his eyes. A mean mixture of calling Jana a bitch while pretending to be a good domestic dog for you.

“Listen here you little shit,” Jana spoke, words dripping with venom while she took slow and purposeful steps towards Ethan, “I don't care about whoever you fucked. I know for a fact I'd outdo you in numbers, so keep your pervy habits to yourself and keep the fuck away from-” just as Jana was going off and having her main character monologue, the door opened and you walked in. Seeing Jana tap her long pointy nail against Ethan's chest before quickly playing it off as a friendly gesture by patting his chest a few times.

“Hey buddy, I thought I lost you. What took you so long?” Ethan’s smug face never faltered, if only you had walked in a little earlier and seen Jana’s true personality. Well, there's a tomorrow for everything. “The stars were visible.” The answer came quickly to which Ethan nodded and walked over to drag you to the shared bunk bed. Practically clinging onto you just to tease Jana or to stake a claim, who knows. “You must be tired after that ‘walk’, why don’t you go and get ready for bed.” Ethan whispered, barely loud enough for Jana to make out some bits here and there, the clear innuendo left dangling in broad daylight. Hands around you a little too intimately for just friends, which had been Ethan’s plan all along. Break the ‘friend’ zone and have you all to himself.

With a quick nod you did your nightly routine and sauntered over into the bed that was yours for the following week. It didn’t even take a minute before Ethan followed close, standing before your mattress like a lost puppy. Clearly trying to gather courage to chat, who are we kidding? He wanted to join you but didn’t know how to ask, so he awkwardly fiddled in his place, “Can I-” An answer came back faster than he would have probably liked, especially given it was a rejection. “Ethan, you have your own bunk.” A deep sigh echoed in the cabin before Ethan quietly muttered, “Maybe next time,” to which you replied by repeating Ethan’s own words back at him. You were too tired from today to fathom sharing a bed, that explains how you managed to knock out within minutes, into a surprisingly deep sleep too. Lucky.

Jana, however, was not so lucky. She meticulously waited for both you and Ethan to doze off so she could formulate her master plan of stealing something that has been dragged deep inside a dragon's den. Protected and sought after like a rare gem that had no replacement. Especially not to Ethan. He’s got you so far already, you two just had sex for fucks sake and he is not going to let you go that easy. Over his dead body. Too bad Jana was a sneaky sly fox with her own tricks and tips to balance the game of cat and mouse into a more even board, even if by a bit.

The very next morning when you woke up, Jana had been up for what seemed like three galactic years in the actual span of 30 minutes. All bedazzled up with jewellery, makeup and clothes that did not look like they’d provide any help in a camp of all places. “Mornin..” You lazily announced before trudging your way to the shared bathroom between this cabin’s occupants. Unbeknownst to you, Jana was falling harder and harder into her plan of stealing you into her collection of trophy boys. Hugging your hand, giving you doe eyes and biting her lip while guiding you to an early breakfast. Away from Ethan, leaving her friend to deal with  and distract your little lover boy. Just enough to dig her hypothetical, yet somehow very real, claws in you.

One could only imagine Ethan’s surprise when he woke up late, grinning from ear to ear, for getting one of the best sleeps of his life. Either you were really good at fucking guys or he was just so down bad that even your worst performance left him drooling for more. “Goood morninggg!!” Ethan chirped as he patted your bunk, the smile dropping when he realised you weren’t there. Perplexed as he eyed the cabin for a moment. “Jana took him, if that’s what you’re wondering.” Jana’s friends sighed out as she busied her morning with a quick read, not even lifting her gaze from the book.

“Thanks.” Ethan replied sourly, not exactly at Jana’s so-called sidekick, but to that snake calling herself Jana. He was expecting something like this to happen, you being dragged away into some bigger scheme that shouldn’t involve you in the first place. Quickly getting ready Ethan slipped through the door to go find you and then drag you right back to the person you belonged to. Him. Though that plan lived for about 2 seconds before Ethan peeked his head back into the cabin, “Can I-” “Hall 2, breakfast.” Ethan gave a small thumbs up before going right back to his objective to find you.

Ethan managed to walk, maybe about two feet towards the cabins that served breakfast, before grumbling under his breath, “Damn Jana…, how did she manage to get him from right under my nose. AUGHH…she’s good..I’ll give her that much.” Unfortunately that, almost praise-esque muttering, didn’t do him any good with how he failed to  get hold of you, or Jana for that matter. It’s like you two disappeared off the face of the earth! How is that even possible?! Surely you couldn’t have gone that far..it was only breakfast, not some race to see who can find all the eggs around camp to make said breakfast. Like some easter game for kids..which would be fun but Ethan had no time to dwell on that as the future with the love of his life was on the line. Yes, it was that serious to him.

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While Ethan was jogging between wooden tables searching, which were partially empty, given the early hour that, let’s be honest, most young adults despise mornings, for any sign of your hair or squeak of your laugh. You just so happened to have recently finished a light meal and were having a nice walk with none other than Jana herself as she had been the one to drag you away from Ethan’s prying eyes. “Sooo...did you sleep well tonight?” she fluttered her eyelashes and gripped your upper arm closer to her, right into her chest, almost as if she can’t walk without any support from the, in her rose tinted view of a big, strong and handsome man.  “Uhh, yeah. Yesterday really did a number on me.” you mumbled through a yawn, using your free hand to cover your mouth before shoving it into your pocket. Jana could only hold back from rolling her eyes because ‘suuuree…you definitely had a tiring day with Ethan.’ instead she swallowed her bitter words and forced out a smile, “I bet. It must be hard..carrying all that around, huh?” biting her lip as her eyes subtly glanced towards your crotch, having to physically pull her eyes back to ensure you didn’t catch her..but she supposed you having to ‘correct’ her behaviour wouldn’t be too bad either. Don’t let her get too caught up in that fantasy though.

Bless your semi-oblivious mind for you only raised a brow at the comment, looking down at Jana “I guess?” deciding not to ponder on her insinuations for your own mind’s sake. Ethan was already enough of a headache with leaving hints in every sentence that leaves his mouth. Jana, however, playfully huffed and fed into her ‘cute and innocent’ character, “Awhh, don’t be modest..I’ve heard great things..” she almost purred out, free hand reaching over to slowly trail a manicured nail down your chest, stopping at your belt buckle to teasingly tug at it before giggling into the same hand. Your breath hitched at the motion, making you turn your head to the side to cool off the flush now colouring your cheeks. Damn was this whole camp filled with sex-addicted maniacs?? 

Spoiler: yes, yes it is. Swallowing down the extra saliva, you coughed out a laugh to then move your hand to rest on Jana’s waist, pulling her closer. “Mmmh, I suppose if you’ve heard great things, I can’t block you from finding out on your own time.” Playing along with Jana’s desperation seemed rather fun, especially if it could potentially add another person to your body count..then it wouldn’t be pathetically filled with only Ethan’s name. Right? If that were the case why did this not scratch the itch as well..odd. Jana could only smirk into her own palm, feeling you slip from between Ethan’s jaws to into her own claws. This tug of war was beginning to grow interesting now, she mused to herself. Proud.

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During the whole day whenever Ethan managed to get a glimpse of you, you were always with Jana. It didn’t matter if he called for you or got close enough to, hopefully, grab your arm so you could safely be in his presence…none of it worked. At all. Something always seemed to get in his way, be it other campers and classmates, counsellors or the megaphone telling everyone the day’s activities. Speculatively all her hard work given she was good at negotiating, somehow. Jana ate it all up, she loved seeing the scarce light in Ethan’s eyes dim with each attempt, so to make it even more bitter of a pill for him to swallow, she purposefully looked over her shoulder to poke her tongue out at Ethan. A silent ‘take that you dick’ right in his face. The same way Ethan had teased her with yesterday. Worst of all, if it was a paired task and Ethan longingly hoped to be on a team with you, Jana had already managed to get you all to herself, leaving him to be with Jana’s friend Bella, which you recently learned her name was.

 “She’s doing this on purpose..” Ethan sighed out, dragging his hands over his face, not expecting an answer. “Yes.” Bella calmly responded, brushing her hands clean from dirt before glancing at Ethan, “She said it was payback for..how did she call it again..for you cockblocking her yesterday.” Ethan could only laugh in frustration. “I didn’t exactly do that…” he pressed his lips in a thin line before letting his head drop, “okay maybe I did..but that doesn’t give her the right to steal him when I was finally getting somewhere…it took years.” Bella only shrugged, not really caring about this drama between Ethan and Jana. “Tough luck.” was the only thing she said, giving Ethan a blank look that told him he had no ally in her.

As the evening neared and most, if not all of your classmates, had agreed to a campfire night, Ethan had become the manifestation of a kicked puppy, hypothetical tail between his legs and ears drooped as he whined out for you, your attention, which he was clearly deprived of. His pathetic attempts at getting some time alone with you had failed miserably, the closest he got was when you had gone to the bathroom and he had waited outside the door to barely be able to exchange a few words before Jana had come around dragging you along to hang with her and her friends. Even then it had been a few measly words of ‘hey’ and ‘what are you up to?’, not exactly a riveting conversation.

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The atmosphere was lively, people were laughing, sharing stories and future plans. Music was blending into the background and the heat from the fire warmed everyone’s smiles. In the middle, on one of those foldable chairs sat you, one hand occupied with a drink, bringing it to your lips every few minutes as the people around you were engaging in something akin to horror stories. Though let's be honest, drunken horror stories often sounded like fever dreams. Jana had giggled herself into your arms, your lap, which she claimed had her name written on it. Reserved. Snuggled into you, toying with the collar of your shirt while occasionally commenting on some detail of the current tale.

Jana rested her head on your shoulder, almost nuzzled under your chin, stealing sips from your can, acting like she had won life itself. The sight was nothing short of those disgusting highschool sweethearts who cannot go a second without practically snogging one another in broad daylight. Luckily it hadn’t come to that..yet. A few chairs and logs meant for sitting were between you and Ethan, the poor guy had almost crushed his red solo cup in his misery. Sniffling to himself like a hurt dog, taking comical gulps of his drink so his heart wouldn’t ache at the sight of you with Jana..so happy. Like that was natural for you. He wanted to march over and take back his spot! That was his lap! His man! Hissss!!! 

Bella had seen the dejected Ethan, sighing to herself as she took matters into her own hands. It was getting downright pathetic at this point. Getting up from the log she was sitting on, she walked over to Jana, “Hey girlie, what do you say, let’s go get refills for the guys?” she said innocently, gaze flicking towards you for a moment, to which Jana perked up and nodded. Patting your chest, to silently say ‘don’t miss me too much’, as she practically jumped off to skip towards the cabin hall that held most of the drinks. While Jana was distracted, Bella looked over her shoulder to nudge her head towards you, silently encouraging Ethan to go get his man before it was too late. Ethan, the sniffling mess, thanked the gods for this opportunity, and Bella, before handing his cup over to a rando and essentially marching over to you.

Ethan’s whine was the first thing that reached your ears, or was it the way he grabbed your hand, making you stumble off the chair. Drink fallen and forgotten next to the chair’s leg as you were guided towards the personal cabins, “Why are you doing this to me??” He sniffled out, shoving you against the log wall of your shack, “You were with Jana the whole day…didn’t even notice me!” another sob before he pressed his lips against yours, alcohol laced but real. Messy and desperate for answers or just signs that he still meant something to you. Anything more than just being a friend, someone so unmemorable. “Come onnn…tell me why you abandoned me today!” Ethan’s pathetic whimpers were muffled by you kissing him back, hard ones to soothe his heart followed by lighter ones peppered across his trembling lips and wet eyes.

“Ethan, bro-” your attempt at comfort got shut up by Ethan shoving you against the wall again in frustration, “Don’t call me that..not..not when you kiss me like that.” Ethan’s hands trembled against your chest, balled up into fists as your shirt was scrunched in his palms, a silent anchor. With a sigh you tried again, “Ethan..I’m here now, yeah? What’s wrong?” gently cupping Ethan’s jaw, you tilted his head up to press yet another series of kisses along his lips. Luckily for you, he seemed to accept that given how he leaned into it chasing yours with his own. “I’m mad at you..Jana this and Jana that..what about me? I’m your best ‘bud’..right? We were supposed to hang together this whole trip..” 

Ethan’s monologue of jealousy got cut short with Jana’s chatter finally joining the group again, shouting your name like it belonged on her tongue. She had got way too comfortable with you, calling you and ordering you around. Clenching his jaw, Ethan captured you in a deep kiss once more, fearing you might slip from his hands again, hell what if you wanted to call for her too, “You looked so happy with her. Like you wanted her to be all over you. You dickwad.” He snarked out through tears, pulling you with him, not letting you get a word out because he was sure no amount of excuses would make him feel better. Not yet.

“Ethan- come on- I didn’t-” You barely, barely got a word out before harsh, and clearly upset, shoves had you stumbling into your cabin. “You didn’t what?! Look so fucking happy with her??” Ethan pouted like he’d been kicked in the balls or his balls had been taken. If the boot fits I guess. Throwing a tantrum by stomping his foot and huffing, Ethan cornered you to topple onto the bottom bunk, hissing as you hit the back of your head. “You were supposed to be my best friend! Mine…you were supposed to be mine..” he hitched out and yet his nimble hands didn’t stop toying with your belt, tugging and yanking to get it undone, all while he was halfway straddling you. “What about me??”

Once Ethan got your belt off, zipper down and his hand was already digging you out of your briefs, that’s when the real whines escaped him. A desperate mix of upset and needy. “Ethan, seriously- I didn’t mean anything by it..” you spoke through the lump in your throat, each erratic jerk of Ethan’s hand on your dick made you pause and breathe. “Fuck you-you were basically in heaven with her rubbing herself all over you!” the words wavering on Ethan’s tongue, with a frustrated groan he bucked his own jeans off to properly straddle you. “It was supposed to be me..mee..pleasee..” you had half a mind to realise how urgently Ethan was holding your dick against his rim, essentially forcing it to breach through tears of commitment. He needed you now, he didn’t care about prep or condoms. Only you occupied his mind.

The air sizzled on your tongue, “Ethan, wait a bit- shit..” your words went unheard as Ethan slammed himself down. Thighs shaking, back arched in tension and lip bit to keep himself from crying out in painful regret. Instead he leaned forward to press hesitant pecks against the corner of your mouth, shuddering breaths brushing your lips. “Please..look at me...I’m right here..you don’t need her..please..” each full body twitch made your heart ache, carefully you reached your hands up to cup Ethan’s cheeks, “Ethan..” you needn’t say more for he leaned into the warmth of your palms, letting your thumbs brush his tears away. “Okay..yeah, yeah I’m here now,” you finally declared, leaving affectionate kisses under his eyes, “for as long as you have me, yeah?”

It didn’t seem to immediately soothe Ethan’s heart but it did get him to relax enough to let him move, not asking you, given he felt how hard you were. Slow grinds at first, getting used to you being suddenly shoved inside him, he supposed he should have thought that through before..but if it meant having you, a little pain was fine. His hands gripped your knees, leaning back as he did deep undulations, gradually getting into it, “Yeah? You’re mine? For as long as I want?” he muttered out, half of his words lost to sounds escaping alongside conversation. Purposefully clenching around you to have your full attention on him, “come on…say it..” he begged, stilling on your dick, only slightly wriggling in his spot. Half lidded eyes looking up at you, messy hair framing his face while his muscles moved like waves on a beach. Mesmerising and utterly gorgeous. Ethan was dangerous when he set his mind to getting what he wanted. Correction: needed*.

Seeing as you kept your mouth shut, focusing more on the zaps running up your spine as they threatened to make you groan yourself at the feel and sight of Ethan fucking himself on your dick. “Say it.” Ethan pouted out, sitting up straight, grabbing your shoulders, his nails digging into you, “Come on..please..say it..tell me I’m yours..forever.” As much as Ethan was begging you, through drying tears, he didn’t give you much of a chance to answer with how he suddenly picked up pace. If you won’t speak out of your own free will, he will have to fuck the words out of you. One way or another. Shaking thighs rising and slamming down as he found a pace to properly bounce on your dick, every downward slick fall made him cant his hips toward you. No care for how messy he looked, red rimmed eyes, snotty nose and slack mouth whispering pleas and sobs.

God how pretty Ethan looked. Pathetic yet desperate..truly like a dog you’d love for life. Fuck-did you just say for life? Oh boy. That realisation alone made you suddenly twitch in Ethan, earning a gasp from the guy himself, your hands immediately flew to his hips to hold him still, pulling him down. “Ethan..baby- you’re mine..god how you’re mine.” without wasting a second you locked lips with him, sloppy but honest with how you were basically devouring his mouth, the remaining alcohol in your systems adding to the fire burning in your cores. Slowly moving down Ethan’s jaw, then neck, leaving loving bites to paint his skin, all the while your hands began guiding him, encouraging him to roll eights against your lap.

“Fuck-I’m so stupid for not realising it before.” You breathed out against Ethan’s heaving chest, maybe it was from how you were reaching his prostate or maybe because he got to hear what he’d been dreaming of for years. “Again.” the words so quiet they almost passed you, glancing up at his shining eyes you repeated, “You’re mine, Ethan. All mine.” Barely getting the words out you added, “As I am all yours.” It was then Ethan let his head fall back, gripping you harder he added speed to his movements. Bouncing like a famished man on your dick, up and down as if he was on a trampoline, he didn’t care if his legs wanted to wave a white flag in hopes of mercy, he was in heaven now and he was gonna hold on for as long as he could. “Tell me I’m yours. Again. Please-” he yelped, abdomen flexing involuntarily with a bone deep shake.

It continued on like that, Ethan begging and whining for you to reassure him, to guarantee that you were truly his. All of you. All his. God, it got him so hard he failed to notice how he was leaking pre against your shirt. Though, you didn’t seem to care either with how fixated you were on his stained face..trailing down to gawk at his hole swallowing you greedily as if it had been starved. Each squelch, each clench, each stutter of his body-fuck it got you so hard and he could feel it. Didn’t help that he, too, loved it and used it as conformation to keep slamming himself down. “H..harder baby...wanna feel you bruise me.” he hitched before letting himself fall limp against your chest, latching onto your neck while your hands grabbed his ass to hold him steady as you rammed into him.

Pathetic squeaks vibrated against your kiss-wet skin every time you reached deep within Ethan, feeling his body tense before it desperately sucked you deeper. Hoarding you. The disgusting slaps of skin on skin filled the cabin, bunkbed creaking loud and room now musk filled..sweaty and damp. The others would definitely know what went down here if they came back later. Fuck how erotic would that be, Jana of all the people having her dream crushed once more. It made you buck your hips harder into Ethan, “Gonna- fuck..gonna cum-” you bit down on Ethan’s shoulder, feeling your hips falter, begging to push deep into your now boyfriend? “Mhm…me too…fuck give it to me..” Ethan nodded back frantically, free hand having snaked its way over to his dick. Jerking himself off as his hips aided you, rolling slightly as you jolted up into him, the strain from holding back doing nothing at all. “But-” “Don’t care. Fill me up baby..I need it!” Ethan cut you off with a shriek, clamming down hard on your dick as his body locked up, shuddering.

Not being able to resist the way Ethan almost whimpered, forcing his hips to grind through his own orgasm to make sure you, in fact did cum inside, you felt your throat rumble. Holding your hips flush with his to pump every bit of cum into that hungry ass. “Ffffuck- Yes! Thank you..gods all- all in mmee..” Ethan sighed out, still twitching on your lap, forehead now resting on your shoulder. You, too, leaned back the best you could in the crammed space to catch your breath. Ignoring the mess..well everywhere. On you, more specifically, the beds are safe. For now.

The room fell into silence for a moment, laboured heaving filled the empty space until you spoke up, “Sorry about..well everything. For hanging around with Jana, not making time for you..and cumming inside.” a low, self-deprecating laugh left you but it was easily interrupted by a deep kiss with Ethan tugging on your lower lip with his teeth, enough to leave a stinging sensation. “This was your punishment.” He hummed, sitting up straight with a wince, “I get it. She can be a bit..fixated sometimes.” he acknowledged, having seen your guilty look every once in a while. Then his hands rested onto his abdomen, “But this, this I wanted.” A quick smirk sent your way confirmed everything and you could finally relax. Wrapping your hands around Ethan’s waist, hugging into him. “Thank you,” you murmured into his shirt..enjoying the moment, “Boyfriends?” The question came hesitant but a laugh followed by a clench around your semi-soft dick plugging Ethan up was more of an answer than you needed. “Boyfriends.”

Safe to say Ethan wasn’t letting go of you ever again. Afterall, you said you were his..and that he was yours.

[grimquil]

Stuck

Dick Grayson’s attempts at getting laid were getting increasingly ridiculous.Tonight’s masterpiece? “Trapped in the dryer.”

He was on all fours in the laundry room of the Titans Tower, upper body shoved deep inside the industrial-sized dryer, wearing nothing but a pair of tight black briefs that hugged his perfect ass like a second skin. His torso was completely inside the machine, leaving only his lower half — thick thighs, muscular calves, and that gloriously presented ass — exposed for you.

“Uh… babe?” his muffled voice called from inside the dryer. “I think I’m stuck. Can you… help me out?”

You could hear the smirk in his voice. He wasn’t stuck. Not even a little. This was 100% intentional.You stepped closer, running your hands up the back of his thighs, squeezing the firm muscle before grabbing two handfuls of his ass. Dick let out a soft, pleased sound, pushing back into your touch.

“Wow, you really committed to the bit,” you said, amused, as you peeled his briefs down just enough to expose him completely. His hole was already slick — he’d clearly prepped himself before crawling in there.Dick wiggled his hips, arching his back deeper.

“What can I say? I’m dedicated.”You didn’t waste any more time. You slicked yourself up and pushed into him in one smooth thrust, burying yourself to the hilt in his tight, scorching heat. Dick moaned loudly, the sound echoing inside the dryer as you started fucking him hard.His ass rippled with every powerful thrust, cheeks jiggling as you railed him.

The position was ridiculous and ridiculously hot — his upper body trapped, lower half completely at your mercy.“Fuck— yes, just like that,” he groaned, pushing back to meet your thrusts.

You gripped his hips tighter and gave him exactly what he wanted — deep, relentless strokes that had him moaning and whimpering inside the dryer like a pornstar.Dick Grayson’s attempts at getting laid might have been getting lousy……but they were definitely working.

I might not post for a while. Bummer the recent ones are getting flagged. Anyway enjoy this was in my drafts.

[grimquil]

Sam Winchester was a mess on the couch.You had him pressed back against the cushions, one hand down the front of his jeans, stroking his thick, leaking cock while your mouth devoured his. Sam moaned into the kiss, tongue sliding desperately against yours as his hips twitched up into your fist.

The kiss was messy and hungry — all tongue and teeth and soft, desperate sounds. Sam’s large hands gripped your shoulders, fingers digging in as you worked him over inside his pants.You stroked him slow and firm, thumb swiping over the slick head every time you pulled back. He was so wet already, precum soaking into his boxers and making the slide filthy and perfect.“Fuck— don’t stop,”

Sam gasped against your mouth, breath hot and ragged. His cock throbbed hard in your hand, twitching as you kept jerking him off.You kissed him deeper, tongue fucking into his mouth as your hand moved faster. Sam whimpered, hips jerking up into your fist, chasing the pleasure.You could tell he was close. His thighs were trembling, breathing turning into short, desperate pants between kisses.

His cock swelled even thicker in your hand, leaking steadily.Sam moaned loudly into your mouth as he came hard, thick ropes of cum spilling into his boxers and soaking through his jeans.

His cock pulsed and jerked in your grip with every spurt, his body shuddering against yours as the orgasm ripped through him.He kept kissing you through it, soft and sloppy, like he couldn’t bear to pull away even while he was falling apart.

When he finally calmed down, Sam buried his face in your neck, breathing hard, cheeks flushed with embarrassment and lingering pleasure.

Hopefully no flag

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[grimquil]

Why does this keep happening. Send help

[grimquil]

Where The Fence Line Ends

The sun hung low over the dusty plains like a branding iron fresh from the fire, casting long shadows across the old wooden fence where you and Callum had spent countless evenings shooting the shit. You’d been best buds since you were knee-high to grass, two kids growing up on neighboring ranches, riding the same trails, roping the same calves, and sharing secrets under starlit skies. Back then, it was all innocent—scraped knees from roughhousing, laughter that echoed across the fields, and a bond tighter than a well-tied lasso. But puberty hit like a stampede, wild and unstoppable, and everything changed.

You started noticing things you had no business noticing. The way Callum’s shirt would cling to his chest after a long day branding cattle, his pecs glistening with sweat under the harsh Texas sun.

How the muscles there would flex when he swung a rope, hard and defined from years of ranch work. And lower, the way his ass filled out those worn jeans, round and firm as he bent over to fix a fence or mount his horse. It stirred something deep in your gut, a heat that had nothing to do with the summer swelter. You’d catch yourself staring too long, then look away quick, heart pounding like a runaway mustang.

You wondered if he had the same problem. He did. You didn’t know it at first, but later you pieced it together—the way he’d sneak glances at you when you stripped down to your tank top by the creek, washing away the day’s sweat and grime.

His eyes would linger on the way the water ran down your arms, over your own chest, soaking the thin fabric until it turned sheer. He’d turn away fast, cheeks flushed under the brim of his hat, but you caught the flicker in those blue eyes more than once. Still, neither of you said a damn thing. Four long years of this tension simmering like a pot left too long on the stove.

Cowardice kept you silent—fear of ruining the best friendship you’d ever had, of things getting awkward on the ranch where you worked side by side every day. So you let it build, stealing looks, brushing hands a little too long when passing tools, the air thick between you whenever you were alone.

Tonight, the tension finally snapped.

The day had been brutal—herding cattle under a merciless sun, dust caking your skin, muscles aching from the saddle. Callum’s old pickup truck rattled down the dirt road toward the remote stretch of land where you both liked to camp out sometimes, just the two of you, a cooler of beers, and the open sky.

The truck bed was lined with an old blanket and some hay bales for cushion, the tailgate down as you parked under a cluster of mesquite trees. The stars were just starting to prick through the deepening twilight, and the radio hummed low with some old country tune about lost love and second chances.

You hopped out first, stretching your arms overhead, your tank top riding up to expose a strip of tanned skin. Callum killed the engine and climbed out the other side, his boots crunching on gravel. He looked good—too good. His flannel shirt was unbuttoned at the top, revealing the sweat-dampened collar of his white undershirt stretched tight over those pecs you’d fantasized about for years. His jeans hugged his thighs and that ass like they were custom-made for sin.

“Long damn day,” he muttered, voice rough as he grabbed a couple beers from the cooler. He tossed one to you, and your fingers brushed again, lingering just a second too long. Electricity crackled in the air, hotter than it had any right to be.

“Yeah,” you replied, popping the cap and taking a long pull. Your eyes met his over the bottle, and this time, neither of you looked away. The tension that had simmered for four years boiled over in that single glance. You set the beer down on the truck hood with a clink, stepping closer. Callum did the same, his breath hitching.

Before you could talk yourself out of it again, your hand shot out, fisting the front of his flannel. You yanked him in, desperate and clumsy, your mouths crashing together in a kiss that had been waiting far too long. It wasn’t gentle. Teeth clacked, lips bruised, tongues sliding hot and urgent. Callum groaned into your mouth, his hands tugging at your tank top, pulling it up and over your head in one rough motion. The cool night air hit your bare chest, but his palms were fire as they roamed over your skin, thumbs brushing your nipples, squeezing the muscle you’d built from the same hard labor.

“Fuck, I’ve wanted this,” he growled against your lips, nipping at the bottom one before diving back in. Desperate kisses, messy and deep, like you were both drowning and the other was air. You shoved his flannel off his shoulders, the fabric catching on his biceps before you tore it free. His undershirt followed, tugged up and discarded onto the dirt. Skin met skin—hot, sweat-slick, years of unspoken want exploding between you. Your hands explored greedily, palming those glistening pecs you’d stared at for so long, feeling the hard planes and the rapid thump of his heart underneath.

Callum’s fingers worked your belt buckle with shaky urgency, yanking it open and shoving your jeans down your hips. You did the same to him, hands fumbling with the stubborn denim until his jeans pooled at his boots. Boots got kicked off haphazardly, clothes tugged and tossed in a frantic pile. Naked now under the stars, cocks hard and leaking, pressed together as you kissed again, deeper, tongues fucking each other’s mouths in rhythm with the grinding of your hips.

You backed him toward the truck bed, hands on his ass—finally feeling it bare, full and firm just like you’d imagined. He hopped up onto the tailgate, pulling you with him, legs spreading to cradle your body. The blanket was rough under your knees as you climbed in after him, the truck bed creaking under your combined weight. More desperate kisses, his mouth trailing down your neck, sucking marks that would show tomorrow under your collar. You pushed him back gently onto the hay-scattered blanket, hovering over him, your cock sliding against his thigh.

“Callum…” you breathed, voice wrecked.

“Don’t stop now,” he whispered back, eyes dark with lust. “Been waitin’ too fuckin’ long.”

You spat into your hand, the only lube you had—raw and desperate like everything else tonight. Coating your cock and his hole, you pressed a finger in first, feeling him clench tight around it. He was so fucking tight, virgin territory for both of you in this way, but the years of tension made you bold. He moaned, arching up, pulling your finger deeper. Another spit-slick finger joined, scissoring him open while your mouths met again in sloppy, needy kisses. His hands tugged at your hair, nails digging into your shoulders.

When you couldn’t wait anymore, you lined up, the head of your cock pressing against his entrance. You pushed in slow, groaning at the impossible heat and grip. “So fuckin’ tight,” you hissed, inch by inch, spit easing the way just enough. Callum’s breath hitched, his body tensing then relaxing as he adjusted, hands gripping your ass and pulling you forward.

Every time you pulled back even a little, he locked his legs around you, heels digging in, yanking you back inside. Deeper. Harder. The truck bed rocked with your rhythm, skin slapping skin, sweat mixing between your bodies. You fucked him with everything you’d held back for four years—long, deep strokes that had him gasping your name like a prayer. Kisses punctuated every thrust: desperate ones on his mouth, his jaw, his collarbone. Your hands pinned his wrists above his head at one point, then roamed down to squeeze those pecs, thumbs flicking over hardened nipples.

The pressure built fast, your balls drawing up tight. You were close, so close, and you started to pull out, instincts kicking in. But Callum locked his legs tighter, arms wrapping around your back, holding you deep inside. “Go ahead, knock me up,” he growled, voice husky and filthy, eyes locked on yours with raw need.

Those words snapped the last thread. You spilled with a deep groan, burying your face in his neck as you came hard, pulsing inside him, filling him up just like he’d demanded. The sensation was overwhelming—his tightness milking every drop, the wet heat of your release making everything slicker.

You stayed buried deep for a moment, panting, kissing him softly now, almost reverently. But Callum wasn’t done. He reached between you, wrapping his hand around his own throbbing cock. You watched, still inside him, as he stroked himself fast and desperate, eyes fluttering shut then open to meet yours. His body clenched around you with every pump of his fist, drawing out aftershocks from your spent cock. It didn’t take long—his back arched, a guttural moan tearing from his throat as he came, thick ropes painting his own glistening pecs and abs, some splashing up to his chin.

You collapsed beside him after, pulling out slowly with a shared hiss. The truck bed felt like the only place in the world. You tugged him close, sharing lazy, sated kisses as the sweat cooled on your skin. Years of tension finally broken, and it felt like the start of something as endless as the Texas sky above you.

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[3louves]

💭 thinking about Modern!Aerion givin' you bj in a random club's bathroom.

Note: droppin this b4 disappearing again since I'm bricked hard for a few days and keep overused-ly played dis scenario in my head *poofs*

The bathroom stall is fucking stinks. The used to be white ceramic now turned onto yellow-ish brown that you can only guess muds, spilled beer and bodily liquids. If you were in your right mind, you would scrunched up your face and move on than anywhere near that place.

Well, but it didn't apply when a punk looking boy kneeled right between your legs. The dirt (and germs) on the bathroom floor stick into his jeans fabric— yet he doesn't look bothered by that concept. Aerion, that's the name he gave when you met 30 minutes ago. His eccentric silver hair and violet irises making him standing out from all the people in the room, but you've already guessed that he's one of the Targaryen family because only the family has those unique features.

Aerion's technique is messy and sloppy, truthfully it's the one that makes him quite memorable. His teeth slightly uneven with canines standing out all sharp and pointy. You can't help but wince every so often when it sink and grazed against the thin skin of your length. Saliva pools in his mouth as he trying to take more of you; unsuccessfully. A whimper coming from the back of his throat as a protest, why he can't take more of you? He's been done this multiple times with multiple guys before! yet now he's giving a head like a fucking virgin, so embarrassing.

"Mmh why you have to be so big?" Aerion whine.

You dont reply— don't needed to, therefore your dick already twitches giving him the answer.

His hands that decorated with silver rings pawing at your naked thighs, attempting to lean his weight on yours. His violet eyes that usually wrinkle when he gives people the most cocky-est smile before ruining their life are glossy now; pupils widened that it drowns all the colours. Funnily, the sight suddenly reminds you of your dog when asking for treats.

"That's it, attaboy"

Aerion takes your praise as if you're command him to bobs his head faster. The tip of yours hitting the back of his throat— but it didn't slow him down. The thought of cannot take you fully are humiliating enough, he doesn't need another reason to make himself like a loser infront of you.

It took a minute before you spilled into his throat; salty taste lingers on his tongue before he swallow it all down. The metal piercing in the middle of his tongue is a vivid contrast of the warmness of his mouth. Aerion's iris find yours while he lapped underside of you shaft to clean all the remnant of your come. Judging by each other's intuition, you both are aware and quietly agreed that this definitely not a one time thing from now on.

[grimquil]

Training session

The Danger Room was a sterile, shimmering expanse of grey, currently configured as a dense, neon-lit urban ruins. Smoke simulated by holograms drifted across the floor, and the air hummed with the static of the X-Men’s most advanced training facility.

You were breathing hard, your chest heaving as you wiped a smear of synthetic grime from your forehead. Opposite you, perched atop a jagged piece of simulated concrete, was Kurt Wagner. He looked effortless. His blue fur was slightly dampened with sweat, making the deep indigo hue look richer, and his golden eyes were dancing with a mixture of mischief and genuine affection.

"You are getting faster, Liebling (darling)," Kurt called out, his voice a melodic lilt that always seemed to vibrate right in the center of your chest. "But you are still thinking too much. You anticipate where I will be, not where I could be."

You grinned, your heart hammering against your ribs—not just from the exertion, but from the way he looked at you. "Maybe I just like watching you pop around, Kurt. It’s a good view."

Kurt let out a soft, barking laugh, his tail twitching behind him like a whip. "Is that so? Then let us see if you can catch me."

With a sudden BAMF and a cloud of sulfurous purple smoke, he vanished.

You didn't hesitate. You pivoted, scanning the perimeter, your muscles coiled. You felt the shift in the air a split second before he appeared. He materialized directly behind you, his chest pressing firmly against your back, his arms sliding around your waist in a lightning-fast blur. The contact was electric. He didn't attack; instead, he leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

"Got you," he whispered, his warm breath sending a violent shiver down your spine.

You gasped, your hands instinctively reaching back to grip his forearms. The training simulation was still running—robotic drones were buzzing in the distance—but for a moment, the world narrowed down to the heat of Kurt’s body molded against yours. You could feel the lean strength of his frame, the way his heart beat in a rapid, rhythmic cadence that mirrored your own.

You twisted in his arms, turning the momentum to pin him against the concrete pillar he had just teleported from. You slammed your palms against the stone on either side of his head, trapping him. Kurt’s eyes widened, a flash of surprise crossing his features before it melted into something darker, hungrier.

"Oh?" Kurt murmured, his tail curling around your thigh, squeezing firmly. "The student becomes the master."

The tension between you had been building for months—shared glances in the hallways, lingering touches during missions, the quiet intimacy of late-night conversations. Now, in the adrenaline-soaked atmosphere of the Danger Room, it snapped.

You leaned in, your noses brushing. "Shut up, Kurt."

He didn't need to be told twice. Kurt lunged forward, his lips crashing into yours with a desperation that took you by surprise. It wasn't the gentle kiss of a romantic; it was a claim. He tasted like ozone and something sweet, his tongue sweeping into your mouth with an urgency that left you lightheaded. You groaned into the kiss, your fingers digging into his shoulders, pulling him closer as if you could merge your bodies right there on the cold floor.

Kurt’s tail tightened its grip on your leg, pulling your hip flush against his. You could feel the hard ridge of his erection pressing through his training gear, a blunt promise of what was to come. The sound of the simulation—the explosions, the sirens—faded into a dull background noise. All that existed was the scent of sulfur and the heat of the man in your arms.

"Now," you rasped against his lips, your voice strained. "Shower. Now."

Kurt didn't even answer with words. He grabbed your wrist, his grip firm and possessive. BAMF.

The sudden shift in pressure popped your ears, and in an instant, the grey concrete was replaced by the white tile and humid air of the X-Mansion’s private showers.

The transition was jarring, but neither of you cared. Before the purple smoke had even cleared, you had Kurt pressed against the tiled wall. The room was already steaming, the overhead sprayers humming. You tore at your clothes, your movements frantic, ripping off your shirt and kicking away your boots. Kurt was just as desperate, his nimble fingers working his gear off with practiced speed, his tail lashing wildly behind him in a display of pure, unadulterated arousal.

When you were both naked, the sight of him took your breath away. Kurt was a masterpiece of mutant biology—lean, corded muscle, skin the color of a midnight sky, and those piercing gold eyes that looked at you as if you were the only thing in the universe that mattered.

You stepped into the spray of the water, pulling him in with you. The hot water cascaded over your skin, slicking your bodies and making every touch slide and glide. You grabbed him by the hips, hoisting him up. Kurt let out a sharp gasp, his legs instinctively wrapping around your waist, his tail coiling tightly around your lower back to lock you in place.

"I have wanted this for so long," Kurt breathed, his head falling back against the tiles as you began to trail kisses down his throat, biting softly at the junction where his neck met his shoulder.

"I've got you, Kurt. I've got you," you groaned, your hands roaming over his blue skin, feeling the ripple of his muscles.

You reached down, your hand closing around him. He was hot and rigid, leaking a clear bead of pre-cum that smeared against your palm. Kurt let out a strangled moan, his fingers digging into your shoulders, his nails scratching lightly into your skin.

"Please," he whimpered, his voice losing its playful edge and becoming something raw and needy. "Please, Mein Schatz (my treasure), I cannot... I cannot wait."

You didn't make him wait. You spent a few minutes prepping him, your fingers sliding inside him with a slow, deliberate rhythm. Kurt was tight, his muscles clenching around you in rhythmic pulses. He was shaking, his entire body vibrating with anticipation.

"Look at me," you commanded.

Kurt opened his eyes, those golden orbs clouded with lust and devotion. You positioned yourself, the tip of your length pressing against his entrance. With one steady, powerful thrust, you buried yourself inside him to the hilt.

Kurt’s scream was muffled against your shoulder, a loud, guttural sound of completion and overwhelming sensation. His internal muscles clamped down on you like a vice, squeezing so hard you nearly lost your breath. He arched his back, his tail tightening its grip on you so fiercely it almost bruised, pulling you deeper into him.

"God... oh god," Kurt sobbed, his voice breaking. "You feel... you feel perfect."

You began to move, starting with slow, deep strokes that filled him completely. Each time you withdrew, you could feel the vacuum of his body trying to pull you back in. The sound of the rushing water mingled with the wet, slapping noise of your hips colliding.

The friction was incredible. The slicknessof the hot water made every slide feel like electricity. You watched as Kurt’s face contorted in pleasure, his eyes rolling back as you hit his prostate with every thrust.

"Right there... yes! Just like that!" he cried out, his voice echoing in the small shower stall.

You picked up the pace, your movements becoming more frantic and primal. You weren't just fucking him; you were worshipping him. You kissed him deeply, tasting the salt of his sweat and the heat of his passion. Kurt responded by wrapping his arms around your neck, pulling you so close there wasn't a millimeter of space between you.

As the intensity climbed, Kurt began to use his agility to enhance the sensation. He shifted his weight, tilting his pelvis to change the angle, driving you deeper into his core. He was a whirlwind of blue skin and golden light, his tail now whipping rhythmically against the tiles, adding to the chaotic symphony of their encounter.

"I love you," Kurt gasped, the words torn from his throat as he reached his peak. "I love you so much!"

The confession acted like a trigger. You felt your own climax building, a tidal wave of heat rushing from your toes to your chest. You gripped his thighs, digging your fingers into his plush blue fur, and delivered three final, devastatingly deep thrusts.

Kurt shattered first. His entire body stiffened, his internal muscles spasming violently around you in a series of intense contractions. He cried out your name, a long, melodic sound of pure ecstasy as he came hard against your stomach, his seed splattering across both of your abdomens.

Seconds later, you followed him. You let out a low growl, your body shuddering as you poured yourself into him, the release so intense it felt like your vision blurred. You collapsed against him, your forehead resting against his, both of you panting heavily as the hot water continued to rain down on you.

For a long time, neither of you moved. The only sound was the steady rhythm of the shower and the synchronized thumping of two hearts trying to find their normal pace again.

Kurt slowly relaxed his grip, his tail sliding down to rest gently across your calves. He leaned forward, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips—a stark contrast to the hunger of before.

"I think," Kurt whispered, a hint of his usual mischief returning to his voice, "that we may need to schedule 'training' more often."

You laughed, pulling him closer into a warm, wet embrace. "Deal."

Fun fact or not(BAMF=Nightcrawler's teleportation sound effect. Or the nicknames of those creatures resembling kurt)

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[grimquil]

Dude, a Nightcrawler x Reader would be amazing

[grimquil]

i just scrolled thru my notifs and saw that you reposted a drabble of mine and i swear my eyes went wide 💔 im honored cs im such a fan of your works so thank you 🥹❤️‍🩹

Aww that's so sweet of you, thank you!! 😭💕 Made my whole day seeing this. I'm really glad you liked it enough to notice the repost huge honor coming from a fellow writer whose stuff I enjoy too! Keep creating, your drabbles are lovely . And i luv the way you decorated your blog

[grimquil]

mate recommend me some songs pls

Get free or just anything by lana del rey

[grimquil]

Ride

Scott sank down onto your cock in one slow, greedy motion, taking every inch until his ass was flush against your hips. A low, strained groan slipped from his throat as his tight walls clenched hard around you, hot and slick from the lube he’d barely used.

He planted both hands firmly on your chest, fingers spread wide for balance, and started riding you. Deep, powerful rolls of his hips that dragged your cock in and out of his hole with relentless rhythm. Sweat already glistened on his toned chest and abs as he moved, thighs flexing with every rise and fall.

His thick, heavy cock dragged messily across your stomach with each downward stroke, leaving sticky trails of precum that smeared between your bodies. He was leaking plenty, the head flushed dark and wet, painting your skin every time he ground forward.

Scott’s breathing grew rougher, jaw clenched tight as he fucked himself harder on you. His hole pulsed and squeezed with every thrust, greedy and scorching. He leaned forward slightly, red-tinted eyes locked onto your face, watching you intently while he rode you faster, chasing that perfect angle that made his thighs tremble.

The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room as he took you deeper, hips snapping down with focused intensity. His cock throbbed against your abs, dripping steadily now, his control fraying with every bounce.

He didn’t speak — just kept riding you like he needed it, hands pressing harder into your chest as his pace turned rougher, more desperate.

Just wanted to get something out

[ayzhen]

৻ꪆ firelord!zuko drabbles — deux (18+, smut w no plot)

a/n ୭˚. ᵎᵎ i like zuko lol hi finger me timbers

“f—fuck..mmhh..i-im sorry!—”

the ever mighty and oh so powerful firelord whimpers out of his mouth, face planted into the silk sheets of his oh so grand bed in his oh so grand private chamber. his ass was propped up, three long fingers pumping in and out of his hole, arms cuffed in metal that was bended by his lovers metalbending prowess.

you were beyond irritated, not admitting it but showing it through how ruthlessly you plunged your fingers in knuckle deep, scissoring his gummy insides before pulling them out and then repeating it over, and over, and over.

zuko moans, tears pricking his eyes at the overstimulation as he tried rutting into the sheets despite his cock being untouched but spent with how may times he’s orgasmed from just your fingers deep inside him. he was a mess, crown discarded onto the floor, hair spilling everywhere, teary and drooling into the silk pillow cover at the delicious pressing on his bundle of nerves by your long fingers. you kept quiet, listening to his sounds as you felt yourself tighten up painfully, as you slapped his plush ass, making him moan out in pain and pleasure as you spank him again.

“count.”

zuko cries out, his lips babbling up to ten, his ass jolting with the last spank, moaning as his skin burned, his skin a bright reddish pink, and you placed a soft kiss onto his skin, and he whimpers, throat hoarse.

in all honesty, the only reason you were annoyed was because of the fact that he silenced you during a council meeting with the other commanders and military generals of the fire nation about a rebellion group in the west forming and demanding payment. you had reasoned to discuss and resolve it with proper negotiation but another general had argued with you saying brute force and a display of power would resolve it efficiently and in one go instead of taking representatives and talking. the argument between you and this fellow general that disagreed had been going on for a straight half an hour with everyone else including the firelord in attendance just observing and quite afraid of how and when this would ever end.

what threw you off, was when the general had said that you were inexperienced and you should refrain from input, the second you opened your mouth, zuko had raised his hand and dismissed everyone.

you were boiling, sparks were emitting from your hands and steam was waving off of you as you refrained from burning the entire room down altogether. everyone in attendance was quick to note this and all of them had left all at once, afraid of your wrath and fury that would cause them all to probably reduce to an entire pile of ash.

the firelord that you were fingering had finally whined, signaling to you that he was cumming for the nth time, and you take out of your fingers from his hole, causing his body to slump fully down into the mattress. he heaved, sighing softly as his lower half lays flat in the pool of cum from his cock that was left untouched. you hum for a second, watching him with your own untouched and rock hard cock, before you pull him into your embrace, and he winced ever so slightly, his spanked skin pressing against your leg.

you kiss him, holding his waist as he leans into you, his hair a mess, lower half sticky with release as he presses into you.

“you still mad with me?” he mumbles into your lips, and you trail kisses down his jaw to his neck, causing him to sigh softly as he gently presses the back of your head deeper.

“..no, but don’t silence me again,” you paused, “..but i’m glad you did,” you admit sheepishly, looking up at him.

zuko huffs out a soft laugh, and you nip his cheek in between your lips softly.

“i’ll make it up to you.. but you are welcome,” he say softly, before his arms wrap around your neck, and your breath catches in your throat as his hips provide friction against your cock, making you huff out a laugh, pulling him into a kiss.

© ayzhen 2026 all rights reserved 𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃 do not translate my works, modify, feed to ai, or post anywhere else.

[grimquil]

Island Life

The island was chaos in the best way possible. Yuji leaned over your shoulder, eyes wide with excitement as he stared at the screen of your 3DS. His own Mii — bright-eyed and full of chaotic energy — was currently dancing in front of the fountain for absolutely no reason. “Why am I doing that?” Yuji asked, laughing softly.

You shrugged, smiling. “That’s just what you do here.” Your Mii stood beside his on the screen, arms folded, looking mildly unimpressed as usual. You had designed it that way on purpose — calm, observant, a little sarcastic. The perfect opposite of Yuji’s boundless energy.

Suddenly, a thought bubble popped up above Yuji’s Mii. “Wants to go on an adventure with [M/N].” Yuji gasped dramatically. “Wait— that’s you! That’s totally you!”

“I know,” you said, trying not to grin. He grabbed your shoulder gently, practically vibrating with excitement. “We HAVE to do it. Come on, let’s go!” On screen, you accepted the invitation. The game cut to the amusement park. Your Miis stood awkwardly in front of a roller coaster. Yuji’s Mii immediately started cheering. Yours just stood there, blinking slowly.

“This is so accurate it’s kind of insulting,” you muttered. Yuji laughed brightly. “No way, yours is totally chill! I like it.” Then his Mii suddenly tripped and fell flat on its face. You both paused. “…Also accurate,” Yuji admitted with a sheepish grin.

The date mini-game started. You had to pick dialogue options while Yuji hovered over your shoulder like it was life or death.

“Pick the funny one!” he insisted. “That one makes no sense.”

“Exactly! That’s why it’s funny!” You picked it anyway. Your Mii said something completely ridiculous. Yuji’s Mii burst out laughing so hard it rolled on the ground. Yuji actually cheered. “YES! We’re so compatible!”

“You’re literally just laughing at yourself,” you teased. “Still counts!” Later, your Miis sat together on a bench, quietly watching the sunset over the digital ocean. For once, neither of them was doing anything chaotic. Yuji’s voice grew softer. “This game is kind of cool.”

“You just like that we’re together in it,” you replied. He didn’t deny it. Instead, he nudged you gently with his shoulder. “Next time, we should add more people. Megumi would definitely hate this place.”

“That’s exactly why we should.” On screen, your Miis smiled at each other, a little pink heart floating above them. Off screen, Yuji grinned at you, warm and bright, before pressing a quick, sweet kiss to your cheek. “Hey,” he said softly, nuzzling closer. “Let’s play again tomorrow. We can make our Miis get married or something.” You laughed and wrapped your arm around him, pulling him tighter against your side.

“You’re such a sap, Yuji.”

“Yeah, but I’m your sap,” he replied happily, resting his head on your shoulder as the cheerful music kept playing. “And I kinda love that our little digital selves get to be together all the time.”

You turned your head and kissed the top of his messy orange hair, feeling warm and content.The game might have been silly, but sitting here with your boyfriend, playing dumb games and laughing at pixelated versions of yourselves… it felt pretty perfect.

Thanks to @dissolved-g1rl for the idea.