#quick drabble

[boptak]

“intak your lips are all red now” you say trying to pull back from him with a smile on your face. he looked too lost in you to even care about how he looked, his sight not leaving your lips for one second.

“shh i couldn’t care less” he says urging you back against his lips, pressing your waist against his front with one of his hands as the other cups your cheek gently deepening the kiss.

intak absolutely loved kissing, he could go for hours making out with you and wouldn’t care to stop for anything else other than breathing when extremely necessary. but this was counterproductive when you joined him on tour, since often times you would find yourselves locked inside a tiny supply closet next to the dressing rooms, hiding before intak’s performance with the group, just to kiss like drunk teenagers.

“you have- to go-” he whines when you separate from him to speak “-on stage now!” you finish saying in between kisses “you can’t go like this” you finish, finally managing to pull back from him as he rests his head against the wall, with the biggest grin on his face.

“oh my god you look insane” you cup his chin and examine his face while quickly trying to clean all the smudged red tint off him “I shouldn’t have wore my red lipstick today” his hands fall to your lower back and he pulls you further into him, kissing the tip of your nose. “it’s my favorite on you, you look beautiful”

holding eye contact, you instantly melt into him and right when he’s about to kiss you again you move your face to the side, making him kiss and softly bite the hem of your cheek “you’re mean” he whines, pressing his fingers into your waist to make you giggle “don’t reject my kisses like that”

who were you trying to fool? he always got his way, no matter how much you tried you always melted into him and gave in. kissing him felt like a trip to heaven, as if you were getting drunk by the taste of his puffy -now red- lips, and the low grunts that escaped his mouth when you pressed yourself onto him or pulled his hair to deepen the kiss.

that’s until you hear three loud knocks on the other side of the door. you both freeze in an instant.

someone clears his throat, “hey guys, um” it’s keeho “i don’t mean to interrupt and i don’t wanna know what you’re doing in there” you both giggle complicitly and you rest your forehead against intak’s chest trying not to laugh “…but we go on stage in 10 minutes, we uh… kinda need intak”

shit, you lost track of time.

“babe you better go, the stylists are going to kill you” you say, quickly scattering around trying to fix his clothes and hair.

“one last kiss please pretty” he begs and you comply, smiling onto his lips “now go!” you say, urging him out of the closet.

he gets out and you hear keeho’s loud snort “damn what the hell happened to you?”

[miserable-muse]

ughhhh quick drabble

afab!demon!gojo satoru taunting you until you stuff his insides full of cock, cramming him while using his horns as a handlebar.

pulling too roughly leading for his cock attitude to quickly vanish, now pleading that you don't break his horns until..

CRACK!!!

he's never squeezed this hard before, spasming and sputtering out incoherent noises, squirting onto the bedsheets. body flushed, teary eyed, slack jawed. . . at least he got his fill of cum that's now crammed in his womb.

that's just the start of the night as he pounces onto you and bounces on your cock like a madman, giggling stupidly. . .

[nenfae]

Ren Hana - pin up girl pose

[onlyymir]

katsuki knew he fucked up.

Shouldn't have talked to you on the first day of your first anniversary opening an agency, shouldn't have looked at you. Whenever you ask him out to go to the new cafe, he quickly agrees without even thinking. You are the only one in his mind.

Spacing out looking at your gorgeous face laughing, he felt his heart beating so fast. He hated it. He hates the way you always call his name gently. He doesn't know how to control these feelings. He hates everything about you.

He couldn't believe himself when is the last time he piled up all his emotions. The fact that you confessed to him one day made his whole life stop. Your blushy face, your cute lips and those eyes. He can't stop staring at it. "I fuckin like you too dumbass. " He was hooked.

Now here he is, walking you down the aisle. Long white carpet for the wedding. "Katsuki Bakugou do you take y/n as your wife?" the father said.

"I do." katsuki remembered back when he was still a toddler saying that he won't ever cry at his wedding mocking his dad. well that went wrong. That was the very first moment you've seen katsuki cry.

katsuki realised that he actually hadn't fucked up anything.

[acosmicbee]

Drabble Idea: Artemis plans a movie night with her skittish new daughter that she kidnapped. The kid is only 4 or 5 and she's so scared but Artemis is trying so hard bc she already loves her little one.

(This has taken forever I'm so sorry)

"Here, Y/N, do you want to choose the movie?" She asked, trying to ignore how much her heart hurt when you flinched away from her when she offered you the remote. "It's alright if you don't."

You were curled into the corner of the couch, as far away from her as you could be. She'd made you a mug of hot chocolate that had cooled to plain chocolate milk by now, just sitting on the coffee table.

"Hmm, if choices are too hard, then I can pick something for us. How about... something animated?" She hummed, trying not to let the worry and hurt show on her face as she began scrolling through movies.

Why were you so scared of her? She was doing her best not to be scary. Trying her best to not be anything like the mafia boss she really was. Maybe ice cream could make it better...? Then again, you hadn't accepted the hot cocoa, so maybe sugar wasn't the way to your heart.

She was trying to think of any movie you might enjoy, that might happen to catch your attention. Then all of a sudden, she heard your breath catch. She stopped scrolling, looking over at the TV before looking back at you.

"This one? Do you want this one?" She asked gently. The movie looked cute and peaceful enough, even if it wasn't one she was familiar with. The cover was of a little girl with an umbrella waiting at a bus stop in the rain next to a gray creature with a leaf on its head.

At your tiny nod, she pressed play. She didn't force you to cuddle, even though she wanted nothing more than to hold you close. Instead, she offered you a warm blanket, got you some new hot chocolate, found a pillow to hug to her chest and pretend it was you.

But throughout the movie, she'd noticed you'd shifted just a touch closer. You'd finished the hot chocolate, your little eyes wide as they watched the movie.

Maybe soon you'd move even closer. Maybe soon you'd feel safe enough to let her run her fingers through your hair. Maybe soon you'd be secure enough to let her hold you the way she wanted, let her whisper all the things she loved about you in your ear as a movie played in the background.

Maybe soon you'd forget how she was never letting you go. Because even though she was letting you go slow, she knew one day you'd look up at her with that bright smile and those happy eyes and call her 'mom' just the way she'd always wanted.

[orbitariums]

stanford era art (+ black reader) who nuts in you way too easily (birth control) because “your pussy’s so fucking good baby.” he apologizes as he’s moaning and his hips are stuttering while warm pumps of his cum fill your walls, his once jackrabbit thrusts turning sloppy and the sounds of his balls smacking against your wet pussy fill the room. his eyes are pinched shut and his mouth is turned downward and sweat licks at his forehead.

he’s groaning, “i’m coming, i’m c-coming, fuck i’m sorry baby, pussy’s too fucking good.” you let him lay on top of you and cockwarm him for a few minutes before he finds the strength again, muttering, “‘m gnna give it to you some more.”

if you think patrick fucks, art takes the cake after he’s already cum once. you know that the first round is really just practice — a warmup. he fucks the lights out of you, deep, hard strokes melding perfectly against your body.

#needthat

[ghvst-ing]

The shake in his hands is almost imperceptible, but still there as he holds his phone in his large, calloused fingers.

After years of active service, countless years of handling a sniper rifle, you’d think he’d be completely still at all times. And he is, but the emotions bottling inside him prevents it.

He hits the record button on the camera app the second his seven year old steps onto the stage, dressed up in a costume for the character she was playing as.

He feels proud.

Watching her as she so confidently says her part aloud, shifting into her role easily with an elated smile tugging at her lips once she notices his presence in one of the many seats before her.

Simon, being the tank of a man that he is, stands out amongst the crowd, surrounded by the parents’ of the other kids that came to witness the performance.

All goes well, and as the play comes to an end, and the parents’ cheer while the children on stage take a bow, he stops the recording. It pauses when he zooms in on your little girl, his lips quirking up in a rugged smile underneath the black surgical mask he wore.

His gaze drops, fingers tapping away at the screen as he closes the app, opening another, and finding your contact at the top of the list of the limited people he had saved.

He barely manages to send the messages before his daughter runs up to him from the stage, along with the other kids that rushed to their own parents, and clung onto his thigh, staring up at him expectingly with a face that resembled yours closely.

Attachment sent

Look at our little girl love Sent 16:48

He stuffs his phone into his pocket, brown eyes crinkling in the corners before he lifts her up into his arms, and she squeals in happiness.

It was for moments like these that he continued fighting.

Wish you were still here we both miss you Sent 16:49

[aucelu]

What if i say that mav flirts with everyone and their mother as a way to be see. He understood young that his last name would either get him in trouble or be ignored and rejected, so when he hit puberty and got his smile and charms, he used that to try and create bounds with other people. Sure it doesn't always work and if it does, it's not lasting bounds, but it's still something, something more than he used to have.

So he flirts and flirts shamelessly, with strangers, friends, even Goose and Carole when they finally meet.

Then he meets the Iceman, falls into a rivalry more emotionally charged than he first thought and yet he can't stop his charms from surfacing. Lucky him, ice likes that. Likes his crooked smirk and his eyes (he said so himself) and his self-assurance. They fall in bed and then in love. They keep things low-key, they have to with being part of the Navy and all of that, hang out with a larger group, send few letters and shared few calls when they're not deployed together, and arrive separately at events. It's hard but worth it.

The work events are hard. Here they both are, standing in the same room, dressed in their best clothes, not in a immediate danger, and they have to act professionally. What a torture.

Well, professionally, it doesn't come easy to Mav who still flirts shamelessly with anyone who lets him. He has a loving boyfriend and a family (the Bradshaws) and close friends but he uses his old survival method to feel like he exists.

Ice watches him do. They've talked about it, honestly and openly, so ice knows it's not something he should worry about or doubt Mav's love over. Ice looks at him boyfriend flirtatious behavior and the few friends they told joke about ice's poorly hidden jealousy. Ice doesn't agree. Sure, maybe he's a bit jealous after all that's his lover and he can't say it out loud, but jealousy is not the rooth of his reaction. He will hold Mav a little tighter and closer that night, tell him he loves him again and again sitting on their couch, kiss him deeper and more passionately that night and make his favorite breakfast the next morning. Because it's the best way he found to remind mav he's not alone anymore, he has someone who will stick around even if mav doesn't wear his mega watts smile (because he didn't have his coffee yet and life is miserable) or is making jokes (because his mouth is more importantly occupied).

Ice is a big jealous but more significantly he's supportive and loving a man whose flaws and hurt he saw and love and accept that man exactly as he is.