#anon drabbles

[assembletheimagines]

That cute little drabble about waking Bucky up gave me huGE FUCKING BUTTERFLIES

omg right???

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Bucky's nose dipped down your jaw to your neck, his warm breath making you shiver under his arms. You could feel the smirk on his lips as he brushed them along the curve of your neck teasing you further.

You stuttered his name and he hugged you tighter in response.

"Stop squirming, Doll." His voice was deep and gravelly from just waking up and it made you feel warm all over. "I told Steve 10 minutes, wanna use it wisely." He whispered.

Your mouth fell open but nothing but a gasp came from you as you blushed dark red. "Bucky!" You could feel your heart racing at your friend's flirting and you fumbled to think clearly.

Bucky hummed softly before sighing as he reluctantly let you go. "Such a tease," he mumbled and left you laying in his bed frozen.

As he got up, shrugging a hoodie on to go meet Steve and Sam for debriefing, he stopped before walking through the door to leave. He looked over his shoulder, flashing you a lazy smirk. "I'll award you if you are still in my bed when I'm back." And then he was gone.

You gaped, mouth opening and closing for a moment like a fish out of water from his words.

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the drabble anon referred to: here + extra bonus scene

[theinariakuma]

I didn't know you wrote for Tokyo Revengers. What about NSFW for Ran Haitani ?? maybe with same impact play

Actually I just started because of my partner. They're very big into TokRev and got me into it! The Haitani brothers are ones I'm working on writing them properly, but I hope you enjoy it!

Content Warnings: GN!MC, Impact play, fingering, being called pet, Whore, slut

Ran leaned back, his hand rubbing along their backside. What a cute pet he had. He heat coming off their ass made his lips curl into a lazy smirk. "Look at you... Whimpering like a little whore."

They were the one thing he didn't share with his brother, not that Rindo didn't try.

"R-Ran, s-stop teasing!" They gasped, squirming, only to have his hand strike their ass again, waiting a moment before he began rubbing at the spot to sooth the sting.

He used their own excitement to coat his fingers, bringing them to their tight hole. "Look at you. Such a good slut for me. My perfect little pet." His fingers pushed into them, his eyes closing as he enjoyed that needy little moan his pet let out as his fingers pushed in and out, stretching their tight hole.

He had every intention of ruining them and taking his sweet fucking time doing it.

[randomabiling]

(2/2) On the day of the premiere, before the screening, the director makes a comment that the story was inspired by real events witnessed by the screenwriter in his previous career. The lights are out, the movie start and the story begins playing before their eyes. It does not take long for the family too realise that, albeit many details have been changed, the story being told to the public is, in fact, how Lord and Lady Grantham met, married and eventually fell in love.

I love this idea! ❤️

[choicesarehard]

Happy holidays, chérie! // She is five, with her head perched on a thin pillow, mouth open and eyes half closed as she reaches up with a small hand, fingers grasping at the edge of her mother’s jaw as she leans over her. Outside her window, the porch lights are still on, streaking through her blinds. “They’re for Santa,” her mother whispers, conspiratorially, “So he’ll know which house to come to. But he won’t come if you don’t sleep, little bear.” (1)

She is eight, and it’s hot in her room, her flannel pyjamas clinging close to her skin and damp with sweat, and she turns towards the closed door to her bedroom, then back to the wall again, so many times her sheets tangle around her. She gets up, and crosses the room, eyes fixed on the window on the other side of it. The porch lights are on. (2)

She is eleven, and she’s too old, too rational, too well-raised, to believe in Santa anymore, but the lights are on when she goes to sleep anyway. (3)

She is fourteen, and the house is consumed by darkness. Balmy air biting at her, she slips out the front door, and sits on the porch in the blackness. (4)

She is seventeen, and her father lets her stay at Riya’s on Christmas Eve, ruffling her hair and offering a distracted, single-armed hug before she goes, overnight bag slung over one shoulder. When she realizes that she forgot her retainer, and Riya drives her home at almost midnight, the house is shadowed and solemn, and they almost struggle to see it in the dark. (5)

She is twenty, and when she texts Logan directions to her apartment on the periphery of Langston’s campus, she says, ‘I’ll leave a light on for you.’ (6)

Oh Anon, thank you for this beautiful gift. I think I’ve read it a dozen times since it arrived in my inbox, my only excuse for sharing it a day late. You made my holiday so bright, thank you for thinking of me! 

[zaffrenotes]

P2- “Don’t be a hero, Taylor.” Jake sighs, as he jerks his arm away from her. Taylor’s stomach drops, and Jake can see the heartbreak drowning Taylor in her ocean blue eyes. “Am I just supposed to ignore everyone, leave them to die? You’d all resent me eventually. I’d resent me.” “I wouldn’t. Nothing means anything if your not by my side.” Taylor could no longer meet Jake’s eyes when she had to say, “You can’t rewrite the stars, Jake.” 🕷 (Oop that turned sad sry I miss our pilot :(

Jake watched as Taylor cast her eyes to the floor, chewing on her bottom lip, trying to fight the tears that were no doubt ready to spill down her cheeks. He took a step towards her, Taylor’s breath catching in her throat when the tips of his boots entered the edge of her view.

Gently, gingerly, he reached out a calloused hand to her chin, tipping her face up to meet his. Silvery tears streaked down her face, just as he knew they would, her eyes searching his for…something. Jake brushed the pad of his thumb across Taylor’s cheek, tears still warm against her skin.

Something inside him snapped - or sparked, like a live wire flailing in the air - and he was hit with a reassuring feeling. It was like being struck in the head with a hammer, and his eyes lit up with a plan so crazy, it might actually work. “I can sure as hell try, Princess,” he replied, his lips curling into a crooked grin. “I ain’t losing ya, or anyone else from our island of misfit toys. I got an idea.” He clasped her hand in his, spinning Taylor around in her heels, and they left the room to go find the others.

[whimzea-blog]

Hopefully not too explicit: Zane and Heath go to do coffee talk. Zane drops his coffee while getting into the car and is grumpy. Heath jokes "aww baby are you upset cuz you don't have anything to suck on" as he sips his coffee through the straw. Zane is still grumpy, "you could at LEAST share 😠". (Part 1)

Part 2: Heath says “ oh I’ll give you something to suck on” as he pulls Zane’s head to his lap. Zane unzips his jorts he made fun of him for wearing. He was enjoying himself because he liked having Heath in his mouth but he was also still a little grumpy so he wanted a little payback. 

Part 3/3 “Baby-” Heath moaned because it was getting hard to concentrate on driving. Once they pulled Heath grabbed Zane’s face and French kissed him some coffee. “You happy now? Damn” Heath said. Zane smirked. “Good cuz ur petty sexy face almost got us killed for some damn coffee”. “What can I say baby I love me some K’s coffee almost as much as I love you”

I think the jorts are my favorite part of this drabble lmaoooo

[choicesarehard]

Pt I - 6. Six years had past since that night in front of her father’s home. Six years since her heart had been shattered to bit. Six years since she had sworn to herself that she’d never love again. Six years since since she had cursed the heavens for ever bring him into her life. 4. Four years had passed since she had repaired things between herself & her father. Four years since they had cried together on the couch of her childhood home. Four years since they had put the past behind them.

Pt II - 2. Two years had passed since her graduation. Two years since she finally felt like she had it all together. Two years since she felt like she was finally living again; finally breathing; finally loving. Two years since he had walked into her life. 1. One year had passed since since that Christmas night beneath the stars on that California beach. One night since they had promised before the heavens and their friends go never let go of the other.

Pt III - So little time had passed and yet it felt like a lifetime ago. Quiet nights like this, alone in their home with nothing but her memories to keep her occupied always led back to those paths. Those bittersweet trails of memory that held her tethered in some small way to the past. Memories of past loves. Memories of past lives. Memories of past promises and things that could have been.

Pt IV - The past was an interesting creature. It could comfort you or it could break you & she was never sure which direction her memories would take her but she cherished them. They had led her here. She glanced fondly at their cozy home. It was small but felt like it contained the world. It felt big because it held bits of her past and bits of his but more than that it held bits of the life they had created together. It held promises of the future. Promises that had been made in the past.

Pt V - The door opening grabbed her attention & she brushed the tears from her face & smiled up at him as he crossed the room to her. Kneeling in front of her, she saw the concern & worry etching his face and pressed a soft kiss to his lips as his hands rested on her swollen belly. A giggle escaped them both as the child kicked and their eyes met. He kissed the final tear from her cheek & took the photo album from her & smiled as he took her face between both his hands & kissed her deeply.

End - We were so young and stupid back then. Weren’t we Troublemaker?” …Merry early Christmas!

Thank you for this wonderful gift! I love this little family, and the future you’ve so beautifully imagined them. You’ve made my inbox so merry and bright!

[gagmebucky]

imagine bucky fucking you in the car. say, maybe you go on a roadtrip together but it takes forever for you to get anywhere because he keeps pulling over and teasing you and letting you get right to the edge before he stops and carries on driving and it drives you crazy until he stops the car again and finally lets you come.

i want you to know, i screamed twice because of YOU 😭 nfjdjsjsjsjsj