#dumb drabbles

[ctheathy]

*whisper* I missed you fawning over Banzai’s fingerssss~

U can delete this if u want lol

choke him he likes it

Oh, you BET >=} <3<3

⚠️ Suggestive themes warning ⚠️

You could feel the fur of his tails tickling against your skin as you had a tight grip on his wrists. His tails swayed excitedly in your face, caressing your cheeks as he had a smug grin on his face. “You look so cute when you're on top of me, my dear~”

“You are so beautiful. I swear you're the reason why the sun shines in the sky, the reason why the flowers bloom every spring, and why the oceans are calm.... You are far better than the heavens themselves. You're so gorgeous.”

damn flirt. Without mercy, you just shoved him right back into the bedsheets as soon as he tried to get up from his position to get a better look at you, making him let out a grunt with a big blush on his face, still having that shit-eating smirk.

He bit at his lower lip as soon as his head got pushed back into the softness of the sheets, his breathing seeming to get a whole lot more heavier by that simple act alone. “Please... Please... Completely destroy my body, ruin me... I'm yours” he spoke in between pants, he was already getting one heck of an arousal by your dominating nature. You raised an eyebrow as you saw him biting away at his lips to try and keep himself from losing himself, but you weren't having any of his petty attempts. He's gotta learn the consequences of teasing you with those stupid fingers of his.

You leaned in, your warm breath teasing him as you whispered something in his ears, making them twitch. “I’ll show you the definition of destroyed...~” you seductively spoke before you nicked his ear with your teeth, holding it for a bit before allowing it to slip once more. The act making some of your saliva to get in contact with his fur, making him shudder in a pleasant way. His breath was only getting more severe as you went on and he was turning a little in your grasp, but you had no intent on letting go. And honestly? Neither did he want you to, as he kept himself down like an obedient, submissive little partner

Your fingers ran over his fragile frame and every nerve in his body just seemed to be so very sensitive. He shivered with every little move you made on him, his breath hitching in his throat as his body was on high alert due to everything you were doing. The next time he looked up, you were almost on top of him once again as your noses were practically touching. Not like he minded, he had found the position and being able to examine your features like this quite pleasant. He spoke out your name, a bit breathless right about now.

“you are truly the God that walked down from mount Olympus. No other being can compare to you. You own my heart and my life, you own me. You are going to have me wrapped around your finger for eternity. You are a Deity worthy of worship. You are my master. My everything... Say ‘I love you’ or I'll die from the pain.”

He was quite literally ranting as he was panting like a dog, his eyes growing more and more into one of pure love the longer he looked at you. His body trembles with the intense longing for your touch, but you still resist and instead continue to stare at his frame. His body is literally quivering right now, as if begging for more. But Tails just can't find the words to ask. He wants to tell you how much he desires you, but he's just way too nervous. He's just left with his panting breaths. “Please... don't stop...p-please”

You leaned in once more, nibbling at the crook of his neck as you pressed your index finger into his throat. Slowly adding more pressure onto it and making him squirm lightly under you. But he still had that huge grin plastered on his face, making it pretty obvious that he was getting a thrill out of this. Tails lets out a long, satisfied moan as he wraps his hands around your neck. He is letting you fully take control of the situation and he looks so ready to let you decide where to go from here.

Your free fingers caressed him all over, all while your mouth was still teasing his neck with all your might. You made sure to give him breaks by allowing your index finger to cease pressure at times. But every time, he clung back onto your hand and pressed it right back down. Every time you stopped it felt like he was dying, like that was his one chance to feel happiness again... it felt so unfair! It was so cruel of you to tease him like this... and yet ...he loved it. He felt every inch of you marking his neck, giving him all of your love and attention. That spot on his neck was forever imprinted in his memory. Tails is still panting, trying to maintain his thoughts. He feels incredibly overwhelmed with emotions right now due to just your presence alone, but now it seems like he is going to get even more. His head starts to get light as he doesn't even try fighting back anymore. He seems to be on the verge of completely submitting himself to you.

“No... no... please, not more. Just a little more, I beg for the love of god. I can't take more of this. Oh god, oh god. Yes, yes, yes.”

His sharp teeth bite away at his lower lip as he stares at you with wide eyes. He was now completely in the moment as he felt an explosion of pleasure course through his body. He wanted this moment to never end. He was going to make this moment last as long as possible. Every single part of his body seemed to be at attention and all thoughts were thrown out the window as he felt every cell in his body become excited. Tails’ mouth opens again as he lets out yet another moan of the sensation while feeling your touch. It's almost as if the man would do whatever you told him to do... just for a little more of your touch. He could see your eyes piercing through his soul, his eyes darting back and forth in an attempt to maintain eye contact with you in the midst of all the pleasure. You gave him an intimate kiss on the lips as you pressed down your finger once more, your fingertips teasing him by stroking him right under the neck. All while still being pinned down by you, it was too much...

But he wanted this.

Tails’ eyes roll in the back of his head as a pleasant and warm sensation of pleasure radiates throughout his entire body. He wraps his arms around you and returns the sensation. His lips find yours and he gives you a loving and meaningful smooch. Despite having an audience, he wanted to stay like this for eternity. He was content and for the first time in years, he felt at peace.

He loved you ...

#sonic x reader #sonic the hedgehog x reader #secret history tails #tails x reader #yandere tails #mashed tails #sh tails #sonic the hedgehog #secret history tails x reader #tails smut #scenario answered #dumb drabbles #the guide’s gabbling

[ratsworms]

adam's first pick is isolation when things start getting worse. he doesn't pick up his phone, he doesn't answer his door, he doesn't leave the corner of his room. he sits next to the old pipes without doing anything.

adam doesn't talk when lawrence gets in with his own key. he doesn't even look like he's aware he got in. he just sits there as if the chain around his ankle still exists and he hasn't taken a single step outside of that shithole.

lawrence raises him to his feet and takes him to the bathroom. he takes off adam's clothes, touching his body only when it's necessary. he runs him a bath, he washes his hair, washes his face; he scrubs his back. lawrence leaves a clean towel for him and just as he's about to leave, adam seems to notice his presence. his shaking hand grabs the older man's wrist, making sure larry doesn't get out of his grip like the last time, and he almost sobs through his words. "lawrence, don't leave me," adam is trying to say, with the exact same tone he's used when they were both bleeding, with the exact same words that failed to make him stay.

lawrence looks at adam's face, his shaking hands. he nods and sits on the stool again. sometimes he wishes he'd died there instead of leaving adam alone for days, even if it means that room becoming the last place they'd ever be. you can't leave your grave, there's no crawling out of it. at least it would've meant not leaving adam all alone.

lawrence would've been okay with sharing a grave with adam anyway.

#saw #adam faulkner stanheight #lawrence gordon #chainshipping #tw dissociation #yea things are going great how could you tell #dumb drabbles #sawposting

[baskeigh-ball]

So. How bout them rottmnt body-swap fics/comics huh

I may have realized that I can just make my own, so. I did that. As for how they got switched up, it was just some mystic nonsense. Likely the aftermath of fighting a mutant that uses magic like Hypno, or even a case of Donnie's inventions going on the fritz

And no this isn't one of those swap stories where the characters inexplicably keep their original voices (which always makes zero sense imo, they switched minds not vocal chords). Just clarifying in case the use of color-coded speech bubbles causes confusion

Donnie physically cannot wear his goggles now but made up for it by giving himself eyebrows. Mikey is on a power trip soon-to-be identity crisis. Leo is suffering as the official shortest brother, but also will definitely be trying out Mikey's mystic powers soon enough. Raph is...dealing.

#i am cringe but i am free #this is so dumb #i have so many ideas for this but im also open to suggestions #look i haven't drawn anything but au content for a while let me have this- #rottmnt #rottmnt fanart #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt leo #rottmnt raph #rottmnt donnie #my art #mind swap drabbles #rottmnt mind swap

[usedtobecooler]

i think once you and eddie had been together long enough you’d both be so comfortable with each other during sex. like maybe you’ve not fucked for a while and eddie’s already prewarned you he’s not gonna last long.

he laughs all breathy like — “fuck, you’re so tight, m’not gonna last,” bracketed in by your legs tugging him that bit closer, that bit deeper. his eyes rolling into his skull when your pussy squeezes around him, adjusting to his size.

“gimme a minute to finish first,” you giggle, though it’s obvious from the look on his face as he starts thrusting in and out that it isn’t gonna last.

after a particularly hard punch his hips stutter and he groans, giving up on fighting a losing battle all too fast. his cock pulses in you, you can feel it.

“oh shit, sorry, m’gonna—“

“don’t you dare—“

it’s too late. he cums, gripping tight onto your hips and collapsing on top of you. you both start laughing uncontrollably, the whole situation so funny that you can’t even be mortified by it — he barely lasted fifteen seconds, it was hardly worth the effort but it’s just so funny and endearing that he still gets that worked up over you.

“stop laughing i’m gonna slip — it’s gonna slip out!” he chuckles, gripping onto you even tighter as you laugh harder and his spent cock slips out, leaving you both in a breathy, cackling tangle of limbs.

#eddie munson drabble #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x fem!reader #just a dumb lil thought 🫶 #mine #drabble

[matchingbatbites]

"Hey Stevie, do you know how to whistle?"

Steve looks up from where he's washing dishes, at his boyfriend who is now much closer than he was a moment ago, and just blinks as Eddie stares at him in earnest.

"Uh, yeah? I know how to whistle."

"Can you show me?"

Normally, Steve would think a request like that is weird, but as Steve has learned, Eddie is weird, and questions like this have become a pretty normal part of Steve's day.

So he shrugs and goes to whistle, but as soon as he purses his lips, Eddie strikes. He pushes into Steve's space and kisses him, just a sweet, chaste peck on the mouth, and then he pulls back with a beaming grin.

"Got you," he says, and Steve is blushing, almost flustered over the simple action, and he pushes Eddie away with his elbow.

"That was so fucking dumb, and I hate that it worked," he says, and Eddie just cackles as he heads out of the room.

#something short and dumb for you all #based off a dumb tweet i saw earlier that had me giggling so bad #steddie #steddie ficlet #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #joey writes #drabble

[eddiesghxst]

eddie’s the type of guy that swats your hands away when you try and help to remove your underwear before you two fuck, and he really only wants to do it by himself so he can fuck around and slingshot them across the room to see if he can knock over a bottle on his desk

spoiler alert: he makes it. and then he celebrates for a full minute. and he pulls away in the middle of eating u out and is like “can you believe i made that? you’re dating a pro, babe, you should be proud.” all casual like his chin isn’t glistening with your arousal and you’re not panting and gripping his sheets like your life depends on it

#he’s a dummy #so dumb i love him #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie x reader #stranger things fanfic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson smut #eddie munson headcanon #stranger things #eddie x y/n #drabble

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

the ocean loves her children, you see.

There's an old story selkies tell their children. The ocean loves her children, you see: if you ask for her help, she will gift you the things you need, even if they are not what you want. So most seafolk- sirens, merkin, sea monsters, etc- were once like us: the soft and gentle selkie folk, who love the ocean and the world she gives them. But they were once in need of the ocean mother's help, and their hearts cried to her- and she answered them in kind, changing them beyond the magic their shapeshifting allowed. And so they survived.

You were lost from your family, in a strange sea, and had tried to help a struggling sailor. When they had turned on you, wanting your skin, you were shocked, scared, confused, angry, and you screamed your heartbreak so deeply that your throat went raw- and the ocean mother gave you new gifts, and you used them to tear the sailors apart.

selkies are meant to be soft, kind, the gentlest of the ocean's children. and in your moments of pain and betrayal, you had chosen to forsake those things. your rage and agony tore the water red and frothy, until there were no sailors left to rip apart.

you fell into despair, then. you tried to rip the scales from your back, tear the fins from your bones, but all for naught. then you slept. you did not want to wake. but the ocean heard the weak cries of your heart, and carried you to a new home.

you woke to another boat. more sailors. you were terrified. of them. of yourself. one spoke to you, fed you, tended your wounds. you were scared- scared of him. scared of how your heart longed to be healed by him.

later, you would love him. and, later still, you would feel whole again.

#sea monster au #sea monster reader #blood #tw blood #injury #tw injury #bones of a rabbit au #doodles #sketches #short drabble #ramble fic #lore #bones of a rabbit lore #selkie lore #idk i just like thinking up lore for my own dumb aus okay sue me skjdfsjdfh

[glitterforashes]

𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐩 ; 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬

>>> drabbles for the main sally face boysss, sal fisher, and larry johnson. sal’s is inspired by bubblegum by clairo, larry’s is inspired by east liberty by partnextdoor.

𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐫 —

mildly obsessed with the uncertainty of ghost hunting.

too curious for his own good. literally curious george. the curiosity that killed the cat.

laid-back, doesn’t give a damn about most things.

has a very deep voice for a teenager. sounds like a literal grown man.

sometimes you can’t tell if he’s even awake.

“sal? sally? sal??” he’s just staring into the void.

“what?” he had to sneeze. that’s why he paused and went radio silent for two minutes straight.

you spend most of your time in his room, curled up on his bed reading while he sits on his bean bag chair and plays video games.

sometimes turns around to make sure you’re still awake / doing okay.

one time you put a toy rat next to him. he nearly shit his pants when he noticed it.

“(y/n)?” “hm?” “you’re fuckin’ ugly.”

doesn’t mean it. apologizes right after. he thinks he’s so funny.

grew comfortable enough around you to lift up his mask far enough to eat.

whenever you sleep over, he’ll take off his mask once all the lights are off.

loves watching movies with you, especially when there’s snacks involved.

will listen to every sanity falls album over and over again with you.

you had been switching between reading, doing homework, and playing video games for close to five hours, well into the twilight era of the night. it was 10pm when you decided to start getting ready for bed, being as both of you had school in the morning. you showered as sal brushed his teeth and combed through his hair, then switched. sal showered as you did your skincare and brushed your teeth and put your hair up. you both fell into his bed after he switched the light off, taking your respective sides. you liked to sleep next to the wall for the purpose of putting your body against it if it got too hot, and sal liked sleeping closest to the door for emergency purposes. you wore his tshirt and boxers, and he wore boxers. you turned over to face him, propping your arm underneath your head. he laid with his hands behind his head, staring up at the ceiling. “sal?” “hm?” his gruff voice always soothed you in a strange way. “can i.. touch you?” you heard the movement of the sheets as he turned his head. even in the dark you could tell he was looking at you. “what?” “can i touch you? like, your face?” sal had never let you see his face up to this point. he preferred to keep it hidden, only sometimes letting you see his lips. he was silent. “you don’t have to.” “okay. you can.” you looked at where you assumed he was, breathing in deep. “are you sure?” “yeah.” he whispered. you slowly reached out, feeling out for where his face was. you found it, your fingertips pressing lightly against his cheeks. he flinched under your touch, a sharp inhale sounding through the little space you had between your bodies. “are you okay?” you whispered, starting to retract your hands. “yes. it’s fine.” you nodded, swallowing a lump in your throat that wouldn’t go away. you loved sal. you knew vaguely of his past and understood where the roots of his insecurity started, but societally accepted face or not, nothing would change your love for him. you gently ran your fingers over the expanse of his skin, feeling his lips and cheekbones, and the dips. the missing flesh, the scars. and you loved it. loved him, loved what made him so unique. you pulled your hands away slowly, grinning to yourself. you could hear the quiet sniffle. “sal? are you alright?” “do you think i’m.. gross?” he asked. your heart broke. you moved closer and wrapped your arms around him, resting your head against his chest. his arm slung over your body naturally, pulling you closer. “no, sally. i could never. you’re beautiful.” he turned his head, resting his face on your hair. you felt the very slight puckering of his lips as he kissed the crown of your head. “thank you.”

𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 —

his mom LOVES YOU. absolutely adores you. you two have girls nights all the time.

took you to the sanity falls concert tour for your birthday, kissed you in the rain, and took you home sopping wet. your dad wasn’t pleased.

“uh— we got caught in the rain, sir.” “i see that.”

apologized for weeks. it still makes you laugh.

smokes so much weed it’s a miracle he remembers his name.

“hey man, how’s my driving?” “…i think we’re parked, man.” vibes

you’re constantly sleeping over at his place, you have a drawer in his dresser dedicated to your belongings.

is very meticulous with his hair. has a hair care routine. refuses to cut it for any reason.

has painted you on multiple occasions. boudoir shoots happen often.

“paint me like one of your french girls.”

loves watching horror movies with you.

is surprisingly very gentle and sweet, especially when you’re upset. unless it’s with travis. fuck travis. all my homies hate travis.

“hey, girl. what’s the matter?”

holds you until you feel better and is very patient

listens to the sanity falls albums constantlyyy it drives you crazy.

“larry— stop. you’re gonna green out.” he exhaled a huge cloud of smoke directly into your face, smirking. “greening out is a make-believe concept made up by losers who can’t handle their marijuana.” you swear larry only knows big words when he’s high. when he’s sober, he has the articulation of the average seventh grader, but when he’s high he turns into fucking shakespeare and it’s crazy. specifically because if he’s high, there’s a good chance you’re high, and you won’t understand half the shit he says. the sound of the tardy bell rattled against your skull as it rung throughout the entire school, screaming at you and larry to get to class before the dean came hunting you down. you took one more big drag from the blunt you two had rolled during study hall before stamping it out and throwing it in the toilet, flushing the evidence. you two shuffled out of the tiny bathroom stall, looking at each other proudly. “sniff me.” you stepped closer and sniffed his shirt, him doing the same for you. “nah, i think we’re good.”

ya’ll were not good. both of you smelled absolutely rank, so it was truly no surprise when you ended up in the dean’s office, but it surprised you to see larry sitting in the office waiting area with a bloody nose. “oh, hey man.” you fist bumped him as you plopped into the chair next to him, manspreading the entire seat. “what happened to your face?” “fuckin’ travis wanted to run his mouth. kicked his ass, but when i turned around he clipped me in the nose. kicked his ass again, now i’m here.” “word.” you were so faded it was humorous. “what about you? what’d you do this time?” “ms. fat tits sent me out because i was ‘stinking up the room’ and if i ‘wanted to smoke pot and ruin my mind’ i needed to do it at home.” you cackled, larry joining in.

“is something funny?” the principal asked the both of you. you straightened up and held your breath, shaking your head no. you and larry looked at each other from the corner of your eyes simultaneously and you exploded with laughter. long story short you both got suspended for three days. did you give a fuck? hell no. hence why you were now in larry’s room in nothing but a sanity falls tshirt and underwear, rolling up another fat one. “you’re my favorite person, y’know that?” “(y/n), shut the fuck up.” he shook his head, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “you’re my favorite person too.”

#sally face #fanfiction #fluff #sally face x reader #larry johnson #larry johnson x reader #humor #indie horror game #indie #x reader #drabble #dumb teenage boys #dumb teenage girl #marijuana lol #smoking #trauma

[starrylevi]

Levi who has an untitled album in his phone and it’s all pictures of you. Most are candids in which you’re caught off guard. He’s talented at taking pictures without you noticing. There’s a picture of you sleeping, another of you snuggled up against his chest, one of you belly laughing, and more. However, his favorites are the ones that are the most ordinary, the ones that you personally don’t think are all that special. In these pictures you’re doing the most mundane things like laundry, washing the dishes, watching television, engaging in your favorite hobby, etc. He thinks you look beautiful in all of them. He doesn’t believe there needs to be a reason for him to take these pictures. You simply existing is reason enough for him.

#the headcanon that’s keeping me alive right now #he would never tell you about the album #it’s for his eyes only #you’re not going to see what he sees #one day when you’re both older he’ll make a collage of all the pictures and show you #but for now it’s his happy secret #also I know people have requested things and have sent messages I’m so sorry I haven’t answered I haven’t been okay for the longest #right now I’m just focused on dumb little headcanons like these makes me happy #anything and everything is overwhelming and tiring #would love to see me through his eyes #levi #levi ackerman #levi aot #levi x reader #levi x you #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x you #levi x y/n #levi drabble #levi headcanons #levi hcs #manda writes

[silent-stories]

Freckles

(Eddie Munson x gn!reader)

Eddie lay on the bed next to you, his body facing yours and his hand resting limply on your waist, his dark hair spread out on the pillow under his head, his eyes were closed and his long eyelashes rested on his cheeks. His lips were slightly parted and you could feel his breath on your skin.

"I know you're staring at me." He said even before opening his eyes, with a slight smile appearing his lips. His voice was hoarse and lower than usual like every morning.

"Well, what am I supposed to do? You're pretty."

Two big brown eyes finally met yours.

"Pretty? Nah, I'm not pretty." He scoffed, but you knew he only said that because he liked teasing you.

"Yes, you are! And you have freckles, those are pretty too. Did you know that?" You reached out to gently run your fingers over his cheek and nose.

"Freckles? Are you sure you're looking at me and not someone else?"

"Eddie, c'mon!" You chuckled, "yesterday you fixed that guy's car under the sun for like hours. Your freckles are more visible now. Better those than sunstroke, right? Sunstroke is not that pretty."

Eddie rolled his eyes, placing his warm hand on yours before you could move it away from his cheek. The sheet slipped off his bare chest, revealing the various tattoos that covered his pale skin.

"Don't look at me like I'm crazy. Go look at yourself in the mirror, I swear they are there." You laughed.

"Mh. No I don't think I will."

"Why?"

"Because I like looking at you better." He suddenly but gently pulled your arm towards him and kissed you for the first time that morning.

"How disgusting. Your breath stinks and that was definitely too cheesy for a tough guy like you." You joked.

"Says to the one who has been talking about how pretty my freckles are for like ten minutes." He pushed you against his chest despite what he had just said.

"So you're admitting that you have them!"

"God, I hate you."

You smiled satisfied and buried your face in his neck, leaving a gentle kiss there causing him to giggle and probably wrinkle his nose even though you couldn't see it - you knew you always tickled him when you did it.

"I love you too."

#posting a drabble because i'm dumb and can't write anything long rn #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fluff

[ctheathy]

lil scenario idea if you wanna do hc's for this <3 SH Tails being shown genuine interest and affection much to his surprise by the reader and he has 0 idea how to compose himself when the reader gets on his lap and asks for things like kisses, or his hands on them etc.

“Wh-what?”

The fox is completely breathless as his cheeks turn tomato red. The feeling of your weight on top of him caught Tails completely by surprise. His eyes widen as his cheeks turn a brighter shade of red. He's enjoying himself more than ever, as if he was finally eating a meal that he has been deprived of for his entire life. Tails’ heart is pounding louder and harder than ever, the pure elation running through his bloodstream like a drug as he experiences his first intimate moment in years. Your sweet voice rang through his ears, as it swirled around in his head while you passionately complimented and praised him.

As soon as your hands came in contact with his own, his heart skipped a beat. For a moment, he’s able to forget about his past and the horrible things he’s done and that happened to him, and he just enjoys holding the hands of the most beautiful person in the world. The blush that covers Tails’ face is a deep red. He’s almost shocked that you returned his beloved feelings and even crawled on top of him! But he’s not upset at all. If anything, he’s pretty damn happy, if his little smirk and the heat in his cheeks is anything to go by.

He was about to say something, but you beat him to the punch by kissing his cheek sweetly. His heart flutters as he feels your lips press against the side of his face, and he savors the tender moment. Tails is absolutely thrilled, as he giggles and squirms with delight while you shower him with light kisses over his entire face. Every time your lips touch his fur, a sweet tingly sensation runs through his body. He’s feeling happier and more content than ever before, being showered with this unexpected and much-needed love and affection.

“Ah...ha...meanie.”

He laughs some more, wanting her to do this to him forever, but also wanting a real and long-lasting kiss. It send his heart into overdrive. After an incredibly long time, he opens his eyes and looks over at her. He smiles, still in a state of bliss. He gently grabs your wrists and pulls you in for a deep and passionate kiss, unable to keep his emotions in check anymore.

His mind and heart are filled with pure, intense joy all throughout the duration of your lips connecting like the sweet melody of an angel singing in his ears, and he can't stop himself from whimpering a little. He’s so happy to finally have felt this kind of affection for the first time ever. Tears of joy begin to roll down his cheeks, and he can't even process what's happening right now. He's just overwhelmed with euphoria.

And that's when he knew;

He would do absolutely anything for this person.

“Is this what being showered with love feels like?”

#the guide’s gabbling #scenario answered #dumb drabbles #secret history tails #mashed tails #sh tails #tails x reader #secret history tails x reader

[atsuwumus]

ohmygosh !! mai ur valentines event looks so cute !! can i ask for chocolate caramel bears with tighnari pls ?? tytyty !!

𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈 . . . his hands are slow, move tenderly and tentatively, drag up and down your thighs, swirl over your hips, dare to brush over the insides of your legs but never seem to meet where you need him post. he's got you nestled against him, back to his chest, with a pretty mirror he bought at the sumeru marketplace months ago set in front of you, to ensure you could see every inch of him and yourself. "look at that," he coos, his slender fingers collecting a bead of your arousal, smearing it between it fingers and watching as it strings between his digits. "already dripping and I've barely even touched you properly. so receptive to everything I give you, I suppose you can hold out a little more while I play with you."

#thank you for requesting angel!! #tighnari smut #tighnari headcanons #tighnari x reader #tighnari drabbles #genshin impact smut #genshin impact drabbles #genshin impact x reader #ᥫ᭡。cupid is so dumb!

[usedtobecooler]

thinking about rockstar eddie signing reader's tits

warnings: reader with a vagina, piv sex, explicit content.

he’d be so smug about it too, groaning just quietly enough for you to catch it as your fingers tuck under the material of your low cut shirt to pull it further apart, expose your tits even further. you push them together with the heels of your hands to make them even more enticing, still gleaming with sweat from the exertion of bouncing around during the set.

“do you mind if i…?” he asks, smirking, eyes dark and glistening with mischief as he asks without truly asking. you nod, a flirty smile gracing your face as he touches calloused fingertips to the soft swell of your breast, stretching the skin ever so slightly as the dark sharpie dances along your heated flesh. you stifle a moan by biting your glossed bottom lip, when he swipes his fingers into the dip of your cleavage ever so gently as he pulls away.

you share a knowing look between each other, and he nods over to his security in the corner. an invitation. you nod again, batting your eyelashes. he gives his attention to the others around you as you’re whisked from the crowd silently, knocking shoulders with a burly man who guides you towards the tour bus.

you’re barely in the bus two minutes before eddie’s appearing and slamming the door shut, backing you into the lounge with heavy hands on your hips and slick lips on your neck, nipping and biting and claiming. branding.

“you’re gonna smudge the fuckin’ signature,” you gasp as he buries his face into your cleavage, sitting down and hauling you into his lap, the barely there cloth of your underwear doing nothing to help conceal the wetness of your core along the thick, rough seam of his jeans.

“fuck the stupid signature,” he groans, harsh hands tugging at your shirt until it’s ripping, falling from your frame and exposing your bare tits, “think my teeth marks on your pretty neck are consolation enough.”

you moan, fingertips burying in the loose curls that have fallen out of the messy bun that looks a little worse for wear on the crown of his head. you tug and pull until he’s grunting, punching his hips up into your cunt and your thighs instinctively try to clench, obstructed by his own spread legs in between.

your hands roam unashamedly, pulling up his shirt and running along sweat-sticky skin, mapping out every inch of him. you feel like this is a dream, the hottest one you’ve ever had as he sucks your nipple into his mouth, mean teeth clamping down until you’re whining and rutting your pussy down onto him, begging without opening your mouth.

“you want it, huh?” he asks, mouth popping off of your nipple, tip of his tongue flicking out. he looks almost innocent, those deep, dark eyes wide and searching, “you on birth control?”

you nod your head so fast you swear it makes you dizzy, “the pill, religiously for five years now,” you admit, rocking your hips again until you’re choking another pretty moan from him.

it happens in a flash. you share a look and then suddenly you’re tearing at each others clothes, your fingers working fast to unzip his pants, get a look at and a feel for what’s underneath, barely hiding even through the starchy jeans.

he’s fucking big. huge, even. has your cunt clenching before he even runs the sticky tip along your dripping core.

and he’s so nonchalant with it. lazily leaning back against the sofa, one arm tucked behind his head and the other grabbing his shit loosely as you sit up on your knees, sink down on it until you’re whimpering and dragging your nails along the softness of his pale stomach.

he snaps his hips up to meet your bouncing, the curved head of his cock running along your spot just right, enough to have you moaning open mouthed and gasping into the dense, humid air.

he’s a talker, talks you through it all — “can’t believe you’re takin’ me so easily, baby. pussy’s stretching like it was made f’me,” he watches as you sink up and down, creamy release coating his shaft and dripping down onto his mons, creating a tacky mess. the noises are fucking filthy.

it’s like an out of body experience, wanting to be so fucking good for him. wanting to show him how girls can fuck when they want it so fucking bad.

his calloused thumb dips under the hood of your cunt, finds your clit like he just knew it was there all along, and he cackles when you whine and cry his name, bucking your hips into the touch, “you’re so sensitive, you gonna cum already?” he taunts, eyes flickering up to yours, though he’s blurry in your fucking vision as your eyes half-lid and prick with tears at the edges.

“eddie,” you beg, unsure if you’re begging him to keep going or fucking stop or something else, your bouncing stuttering as the heat blooms in your core, winding up tight, “oh shit, fuck—!”

you cum with a squeak, eyes rolling back into your skull as you clench sporadically around his cock, enough to have him finally putting his fucking hands on your hips, bouncing you himself as you lose it, body tending and going lax just as fast.

“that’s it, sweetheart. fuckin’ cum for me, shit,” he grunts, pulling you in with a firm arm around your back, “grippin’ me like a vice, sweetest little pussy i’ve ever had — fuck babyyy.”

his moans are like music to your ears, his hand gripping at your waist and tugging you down as his cock pulses inside of you, cum painting your fluttering walls, milking him for all he’s worth.

it’s quick, the way he grabs you a fresh shirt from the small bundle of merch on the table to your side, an apologetic, sheepish smile on his features as you slide up and off of his spent length, a hiss escaping you both.

you know what this was as well as he does. not a single regret as you stand up on wobbly legs, his cum already threatening to spill from you and drip down the insides of your thighs.

“we’ve gotta go, sweetheart,” he’s soft spoken as he hands you the shirt, which you take gratefully. he pulls up his pants, tucking himself away — it’s so mundane, a simple task, but you can’t look away, thinking with your pussy as you watch him handle himself.

“thanks for the good time, rockstar,” you’re a little louder as you speak, a dopey little smile taking over as you slip the shirt on, “you lived up to the hype.”

eddie smirks, standing up from the seat and backing you towards the door, so close that you’re almost touching chests, as he leans behind you to open the door, the cool night air hitting your flushed skin, “don’t be a stranger, sweetheart. i’m back in a few weeks — make sure to get ol’ ricky here’s number, i’ll set tickets back for you.”

your heart flutters, against your fucking will, “aren’t you sweet. guess i’ll see you soon then, eddie.”

you do see him again. and again after that. and maybe even a third time…

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson x female!reader #eddie munson fic #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson drabble #something DUMB AND STUPID #bc i couldn’t get it out of my head! #my fic #mine #drabble #blurb #my fanfic

[the-likeable-wizard-mack]

What if werewolves sounded like huskies arguing in their transformed form?

Werewolf: *UNGODLY WAILING*

Roommate: “NO. YOU ALREADY ATE YOUR SNACKS. YOU ARE NOT EATING A WHOLE BLOCK OF CHEESE!!”

Werewolf: *MORE UNGODLY WAILING AND HOWLING*

Roommate: “YOU’RE LACTOSE INTOLERANT JERRY!”

#urban fantasy #urban fantasy writing #urban magic #modern magic #modern fantasy #werewolves #werewolf #werewolves being dumb #drabble #blurb #random #random post #writings #writing prompts #writing #my writing #the wizard speaks

[heymrspatel]

ian’s feeling a little self conscious and mickeys just straight up loving on his husband and telling him how sexy and fine he looks!

ohohooo boy you've hit me right in the chest with this one... ok, let's see!

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ian's having one of those days. those days that don't happen super often anymore, but they do happen. waking up feeling physically heavy, groggy, slow. the harsh lighting in the bathroom making him notice those extra soft bits on his body, where he used to be taught and lean. he looks down, where his tummy sticks out above the band of his boxers, sighs.

eyes back up, he brushes his teeth, gazes at his reflection, and acknowledges that this is a fleeting feeling - because nowadays he looks at himself and sees it. happiness and health and comfort in his settled life. he loves it. he's sturdy, strong, beefy. he's soft, holdable, grounding. he sees it, he knows, mickey reminds him.

he sees it, washes his toothbrush, wipes at his face, takes a final look. he knows, but it's just one of those days. he turns off the judgmental fluorescents and pads back into the bedroom towards his....

my god... there, face bathed in soft light and gorgeous, mickey. he's shifted in the ten or so minutes ian's been gone. sprawled out and entirely tangled in the comforter. left hand sticking out and clutching ian's pillow - like he was searching, wanting, grasping - coming up empty. he's awake now. ian moves, the floors creak, mickey's eyes zero in on him.

"do you know how fucking cold it is in this room?... why the fuck are you up this early?" and ian's quiet, suddenly realizing he came to a stop in front of their full length mirror. a glance at himself, back at mickey. maybe he doesn't have to be up yet, it's saturday. maybe he can spare lounging around a bit more. glance and back. he should get under there, mickey said he's cold. glance, back. he doesn't move, rooted in place. "...come back under here and get on me!" glance...

"babyface... c'mere"

he moves. mickey rolling away, untangling, giving him his space in bed back... immediately shifting back and attaching himself to him. "always leaving me here in the mornings... can't stick around for me? hmm?" the drama of it all making ian chuckle and press his lips to mickey's forehead. he feels mickey's hands wander around his chest and down to his belly, making him draw in a breath and stiffen. he sees mickey's eyes squint and his nose scrunch in the process. a small tut escaping his lips. here it comes.

"got myself a human heater... warm and soft. teddy bear mother fucker." and that's a new one! "you gotta stop leaving me here every morning. you're like one of them weighted blankets you're always going on about... hmmph... comfy." he nuzzles into ian's chest, wrapping tighter around him, and breathing so deeply. smiling. "smell so good... i think i get why you're always sniffin'." giving quick cute pecks along his collar bone. "so many freckles. all over. this one here is my favorite." he moves to the hollow of his neck. giving it a little lick.

and ian can't help but giggle really. because his husband is so in tune, because he always knows when something is up, because his licks are tickling him!

mickey pulls until he's securely pinned under ian. "my big guy. cover me just right" his hands begin their familiar dance. over ian's strong shoulders, down the muscles of his back, lightly scratching back up. "you threw me around so good last night. was fucking airborne at one point."

oh. these giggly kisses are some of ian's favorites!

"you gave it to me so good and hard, made me grab on to all of you, huh?" his hands are everywhere, covering ian's body with love. "so sexy. do you know how good you feel and look when you're overpowering me like that?" the complete contrast of his statement and his soft lips making ian all fuzzy and warm.

"so good. so soft. so strong. so hard." a mantra. each declaration punctuated with the sweetest kisses. his hands wandering, grabbing, pressing ian's weight down. soft little moans making an appearance.

and god if ian doesn't feel like he's floating! high, on a cloud. sustained by mickey's touches, his sounds, his scent. his words, his words, his words. breaking through and helping him see and remember what he already knows. because today is one of those days, yes, and it'll take more than this to claw his way fully out... but he's being uplifted and loved and touched in the right ways. in the ways that wiggle in and help chip at that wall and appears in times like these.

he sees his strong arms framing mickey's head, how his size and weight are making him feel. he knows he's good, he's healthy, he feels his heart pumping strong and full of love in his chest. it'll take more than this, but this helps. every part of this helping, chipping away.

he breathes, he kisses, mickey moans...

he sees, he knows, mickey reminds him...

#you struck a chord clearly ladskjf hit close to home... i almost instantly knew what i wanted to say but took forever #bc i feel inadequate and imposter-ish when writing but here i am... rambling. why is this so long? bye. #is the grammar shit? is there a typo? is this dumb? i pretend i do not see #tw body image #shameless #gallavich #ian x mickey #anon #asks #j ramble drabbles

[injuries-in-dust]

Some universal observations:

Mint repels insects: So a human has a breath mint and suddenly all their insectoid crewmates are keeping their distance.

Human: my breath just smells nice to me. It's not going to kill you.

Alien *clinging to the ceiling*: FUCK OFF!!!

*

Capsaicin doesn't affect avian species: So a human getting into a chilli eating contest with a bird alien species is going to needlessly suffer.

Avian *swallowing a ghost pepper whole : Hmm, nice. A little creamy, with a hint of tomato.

Human *is legally blind at this point*: FUCK YOU!!!

*

Caffeine and chocolate are poisonous.

Alien Captain *looking at the human in a holding cell.*: How were you charged with smuggling deadly materials?

Human: I brought my mocha with me.

#funny #humans are strange #humans are weird #humans are space oddities #humans are dumb #drabble #short tale