Curate, connect, and discover
Drabble - Blog Posts
soft!sukuna who holds you after his fight with gojo and rocks you back and forth while you cry, muttering small "i love you"s and "im here"s.
he gently brushes your hair with his hand and presses a kiss to your earlobe. his eyes closed as he continued to embrace your shaking figure.
he hugs you tighter as you sniffle and whisper a small "thought i was g'nna lose y'..." into his shoulder. "but you didnt loose me. as long as your here waiting for me, ill always win."
soft!sukuna who stays with you, even as you calmed down. he carefully pushes you back against the bed and lets you cuddle up to him. his hand finds one of your own, intertwining his fingers with yours and smiling at you.
his heart thumps in his chest as he sees you smile back at him, nuzzling your foreheads together. he pulls you closer as your eyes shut and kisses your forehead while saying good night to you.
soft!sukuna who watches as you succumb to sleep and decides he'll never leave your side again.
~
masterlist
~
created by sunnywrotethis☆
2025
do not repost without permission, reblogs are okay
okay but soft bf saiki?? kill me lovingly please
masterlist
Saiki really likes to hold your hands. It's his favorite. He also kisses them sometimes, just in case you haven't met your love quota for the day.
If you buy him coffee jelly be prepared to be smothered. Kisses everywhere and hands pinning you down so you can't counter him. You're too kind for this world, he believes. He will share the jelly with you too, either kissing you or just sharing the spoon with you. You deserve an award for being the best partner ever.
<3
Female reader: He likes stealing your bras when he visits. It gets you to come over more often.
"Hey, Ki. I'm missing another one."
"What a coincidence, I happen to be free today. Come over."
He likes brushing your hair too. Makes sure his love's hair is always perfect, not like it matters, but he knows you hate it when it's tangled.
<3
Male reader: Welp, those Hello Kitty boxers were the fifth pair of underwear you were missing this week. But you knew where they went.
"Ku, give 'em back."
"I have absolutely no idea what you mean."
"My boxers."
"Oh my. You caught me. Buy me coffee jelly and I'll give them back."
Beep. That prick.
He likes to get you Axe deodorant. He thinks it fits you. It makes you smell nice on you too, like it belonged there. (i totally dont wear axe deodorant irl... totally)
<3
You like manga? He gets you a new volume of the series your reading every week.
Photography? Gives you spots to take photos that you would think are 'so pretty, 'Suo!"
Video games? He likes Minecraft. He likes taming wolfs as your pets and placing your beds next to each other.
Movies? Watches one with you on the weekends when you visit. He likes it when you play with his hair during it.
Art? Gets you new supplies if you even bring up the fact that your pencils broke.
----------------------------------------------------------
created by sunnywrotethis☆
2025
do not repost without permission, reblogs are okay
sukuna who holds one of satorus hands late at night on their balcony, tracing the youngers arm with his free hand.
"why is it that you have so many scars?"
"there's a lot more."
sukuna scoffed.
"are you seeing things? for a sorcerer born with the six eyes you sure are-"
"theyre not on me, sukuna."
oh.
why did it feel like his heart was cracking?
maybe he should give satoru a hug.
ps: they ended up cuddling🩵❤️
----------------------------------------------------------
created by sunnywrotethis☆
2025
do not repost without permission, reblogs are okay
masterlist
Merman!Gojo x Geto drabble (no curses au?)
(they can choke me❤️❤️ respectfully)
Merman!Gojo, who finds Geto washed up on his shoreline, his territory.
Merman!Gojo, who wipes the hair away from the front of Geto's head and blushes when the mesmerizing face of the man beneath him is revealed.
Merman!Gojo, who is captured by the beauty of the human he found, he tried his best to memorize the pretty boy's face.
Merman!Gojo, who decides that the male is too damn gorgeous to kill, he would also decide to forgive the man for trespassing.
Merman!Gojo, who tries to wake the human up, pressing to his chest and transmitting his own oxygen into Geto's mouth how Mama taught him to. He always respected how she tried to to save any creatures that were swept by the current unwillingly.
-
Geto, who gasps heavily for air when he is awoken. He didn't expect piercing blue eyes to be staring him down.
Geto, who looks down and freaks out when he sees a tail instead of another pair of human legs.
"Who- what the fuck are you?!"
Geto, who later learns he's stranded. The creature had been with him the whole time as he panicked, and when he slowly calmed down.
Geto, who built a home for himself after a few months of being on the island. He hunted for himself and luckily there were lots of resources.
-
Merman!Gojo, who merely undestood anything Geto said to him. But after a few weeks, Geto decided to teach him English.
Merman!Gojo, who would receive gifts from Geto and would be taught the name of said items. One day, he brought something named a strawberry. Merman!Gojo smiled, and to the stranded man's surprise, he licked the strawberry off of his hand rather than taking it with his own.
Geto couldn't sleep that night.
-
Merman!Gojo, who asked Geto what 'love' meant when the younger had referred his to the beach.
"Well... It's something you adore a lot. Something you would trade the world for."
"Oh! I love you, Suguru!"
"I love you too, Satoru."
Because they would trade the world for each other. And Gojo adored Suguru the moment his eyes caught the sight of the human's face.
----------------------------------------------------------
created by sunnywrotethis☆
2025
do not repost without permission, reblogs are okay
What if Gojo killed the Star Religious group?
A small drabble I wrote on the short and immediate aftermath of the Hidden Inventory arc. I always wondered what would happen if Gojo decided to kill all of those people. And what would happen to Suguru as a result?
It’s rather short, I wrote it a few years ago and posted it on Ao3. I’ve fixed it with some edits and improvements. Contains a Suguru who doesn’t quite understand his feelings for Satoru- but he has them anyway.
Tags
-angst -unspoken feelings -the idiots are emotionally stunted -suguru wasn't there -suguru pov -trauma -there is no happy ending but it's not a sad one either -our blue still lives -youth, ah youth -denial
Here it is; enjoy :)
Cup Noodles
All things considered, maybe Suguru would’ve rather found Satoru dead.
If he really thought about it, maybe it would’ve made more sense to Suguru if he had bid his final farewell to a corpse. To mourn Satoru at his grave and curse the elders for letting another teenager die. But of course, Satoru could not confine himself to tradition, nor the mere concept of normal.
Non-standard, perhaps, and yet so predictable in his unpredictability.
Satoru had gone and massacred the entire Star Religious Group after Amanai had been killed. Satoru, in all of his power, had decidedly made a mess of the entire affair. Both metaphorically, and literally. Mangled corpses littered across the grounds, the walls of the building left in tact, if not for the cracks caused by the bodies thrown across them, and the gore left in their crevices. Suguru knew that Satoru could be clean with his technique. He could be fast too, eviscerate them all in a splatter, leave nothing but a pool of blood in his wake. Instead, he tortured them. Slowly, and deliberately. And judging by the fact that all of their faces had been left in tact, frozen in looks of horror and fear, Suguru could see the warning Satoru left behind.
This was personal.
Obviously, Suguru didn’t believe it. He didn’t want to. But also, it made sense, of course Satoru would just go ahead and do that. Despite that assassin telling him that he had managed to kill Satoru, shortly after shooting Amanai dead in front of him, of course Satoru had gone and risen from the dead with a revenge. He bets that man had died too, probably torn to shreds by Satoru himself. What a fool for even considering that Satoru had died- The voice in Suguru’s head grabs himself by the shoulders and repeats the sentence like a curse.
Nobody could kill Gojo Satoru.
“By law of Jujutsu Society, Special-Grade Curse User Gojo Satoru is now to be executed on-sight, for the murder of over 50 non-sorcerers.”
Suguru scoffs at the mere thought of it.
Nobody could kill Gojo Satoru.
Amongst the chaos of it all, Shoko still finds time to pull out a cigarette and smoke it, sitting on the edge of the engawa. She somehow knows Suguru stands behind her, because she comments on the situation in a way that could only be directed at Suguru.
“Looks like you’re their new golden boy.”
Suguru’s ears begin to ring. He can’t find it in him to respond. Shoko fills the silence for both of them.
“Issuing an execution, huh? You and I both know that’s not possible.”
Shoko takes another drag, then turns to meet Suguru’s numb expression. She tosses her cigarette, stomps on it, and walks past Suguru.
“Say hi to him for me, will ya?”
Amongst all… this, amongst all the corpses and curses and suffocating elders, something dies alongside it, and as Suguru truly begins to realise the true weight of the situation, he can only cradle it and watch quietly as life slips from it and fades away.
He and Satoru were doomed from the start, weren’t they?
-
Suguru had received the text at 3:32 am. Suguru was still awake, at that point. Not like he ever slept any earlier on a normal night, anyway. Satoru had shut his phone off (as evidenced by the lack of response to calls or messages), but Suguru assumed he turned it back on to send him the message.
Suguru had two options.
One- Rat him out, show it to the elders and maybe settle this all for good, maybe they could all die trying to kill the strongest.
The other, throw on a hoodie and head for the nearest train station.
Suguru carefully turns the knob on Satoru’s dorm, packs an extra set of clothes and heads off, with extra cash in case they find an open convenience store. He takes care not to use any cursed energy on the way to the address Satoru sent him, lest someone decides to track him down.
As footsteps stomp on gravel, Suguru swallows the building bile in his throat, and ignores the growing ache in his heart. It all builds, it swirls and it rings, and Suguru feels drowned in that taste of vomit-rag. He could not throw up a curse, but it damn well felt like he would.
He realises he forgot to bring a hair tie. He couldn’t quite care to turn back to get one.
Gravel turns to pavement, and his feet hit the road.
At least, his goodbye would be on his own terms.
-
“You’re early.”
Suguru glares at Satoru, the lack of bloodstains adorning him unnerving. A constant reminder of the infinite space between them. And for the first time since they had met, Suguru genuinely considers Satoru as somebody untouchable.
“I guess I brought extra clothes for nothing.”
“Nah, I’ll still need them. Thanks for showing up.”
“…Yeah.”
Suguru sighs, tossing Satoru the backpack and sitting down at a table outside of the convenience store. Satoru opts for changing in the washroom inside, leaving Suguru alone with his thoughts. He then decides he doesn’t like his thoughts, so he wanders inside and buys two cup ramens for them, extra spicy, just because he can.
He tears the packets and pours them over the solid noodles, making sure each packet ends up empty. He fills them with hot water from the dispenser at front, carefully filling the water to the line. He brings them out to the table, setting their chopsticks on the lids to let the noodles cook.
He looks at the watch in the store- 4:06 am. The worker is playing on a DS behind the counter. Suguru lets himself become absorbed in the tedium, the faint sounds of beeps. Because otherwise he might just punch something.
Satoru eventually walks out of the washroom, new clothes on with the backpack thrown over his shoulder. He smiles at the sight of the ramen, then proceeds to sit down in front of a cup, and as a result, in front of Suguru.
“Mind if I keep the bag?”
“Yeah, I’ll just use yours back at the dorms.”
“Got it. Are the noodles cooked yet?”
“A few more minutes.”
“Ah. Wow, extra spicy?”
“Why? Can’t handle it?”
“Oh, shut up.”
It’s easy, Suguru thinks to himself. It’s so easy for them to just talk like this. To act like nothing’s wrong. To share a meal and throw jokes at each other. Satoru smiles, and for a moment, there really is nothing wrong in the world. It’s just them, Satoru and Suguru eating cup noodles at 4am at some convenience store.
Suguru decides to let himself pretend they’re just two normal teenagers, nothing more, and nothing less.
4:11 am.
“Ah, the noodles should be ready now.”
“Great.”
The two rip apart their chopsticks, and peel off the lids. Suguru liked to keep his on, open just enough to be able to access the whole cup. Satoru straight up peeled his clean off. They begin eating.
It’s just them, Suguru thinks. It’s nobody but them.
But it’s never been about just them, has it? It never was.
At least, it shouldn’t have been.
“Why’d you send me a text with your exact location? You know I could’ve come here just to execute you.”
“Well, I trust you.”
Satoru slurps his noodles, and Suguru stares at his.
“After all that, I’m not so sure I can even consider trusting, anymore.”
Satoru is still wearing his shades, but Suguru can feel his piercing gaze. Suguru looks back, and knows without a doubt they lock eyes.
“Did you have a reason?”
“No, not really.” Satoru answers, in the most casual way in the world.
Suguru clutches his chopsticks in a fist.
“Well? Was it worth it?”
“You tell me.” Satoru sits up. “Have they changed at all, back there?”
They’re panicked out of their minds. Suguru scoffs.
“You know they’ll hunt you down.”
“And you know if they do manage to find me-”
“Yeah. The strongest bullshit. Whatever.”
“…Exactly,” Satoru scoffs.
Suguru slowly eats more of his noodles, letting the spice burn on his tongue and sting his eyes.
“I… I want to tell you that we have to protect the weak. You know that as much as I do, no matter how much bullshit you spew about not believing in it.”
It’s just the spice. The ramen is spicy. That’s all.
“If I had arrived there, any earlier… would you still have done it?”
Satoru smiles. “Only if you told me to.”
Suguru swallows the noodles.
“I feel like a hypocrite.”
“Really.”
“You killed them… but I would’ve done the same, wouldn’t I? No matter how wrong it is… I just can’t stand those…”
The echo of a voice, a man standing above him. Was he unconscious? Was he dying? He felt a foot to his face, arrogance in spades. You were both beaten by a monkey like me who can’t even use Jujutsu.
“…Monkeys.”
Satoru offers no reply. Suguru lets his hair fall across his face, obscuring whatever look he might have on his face. Although, Suguru doesn’t know if he’s hiding from Satoru’s face, or hiding his own expression.
“After all they’ve done… How could anyone let them live?”
“Well, I didn’t.”
Suguru pauses, then laughs. He laughs and he cackles and he laughs. He looks at Satoru and everything becomes right. Satoru isn’t laughing though, but the humour is shared when he smiles back. Suguru must be going hysterical. He’s laughing and Satoru isn’t. What kind of world have they come to?
“I hate you.”
“You love me,” Satoru retorts.
“Shut the fuck up.”
For a moment, Suguru dares to feel the swirling in his chest. To dip his toes in and test the temperature. It’s surprisingly warm, almost unsettlingly so.
He’ll leave it be, for now. It’s something he doesn’t have the time to unpack. There are many, many more things that he should be worried about right now.
“Y’know, Suguru…”
“Hm?”
“…”
“Satoru?”
“Nothing, I just- I want you to know that… we’re still the same, yeah? I mean, you can come and hunt me down and try to kill me all you want or whatever, but to me, we’ll still be the same. Always. You’ll still be my… one and only, y’know?”
Suguru chuckles. “One and only? Cheesy shit, dude.”
“I’m being serious. You’re-“
“I know, I’m joking. We’re- we’re fine. Yeah. We’re fine.”
“Good… good.”
“Yeah.”
They finish up the last of their ramen, and it’s 5:24 am. The sun hasn’t risen yet, but the summer days last long, and the beginnings of dusk paint the sky in a dark blue.
Satoru stands up first, throwing the backpack over his shoulder, and tossing Suguru his phone.
“Keep it.”
“I get that you can’t keep it on you because of, well, tracking, but do I have to keep it?”
“Yeah. I’ve taken the sim out, so don’t worry. But there’s like, a whole album of videos and shit. Look at them if you’re bored, or whatever. I know there’s some pretty good music on there too.”
“You won’t miss it?”
“Nah. I’ll get a new phone. Besides, not like this is the last time we’ll ever see each other.”
Suguru shoots out of his seat.
“Wait, what are you planning to do anyway?”
“Well, it’s not like I’m being hunted by the police, and the government can deploy all the SWAT they want and they know it’s not enough to kill me. Let them sort it out. By the end, all I’ll get is a bounty placed on my head, and a legacy as the Jujutsu world’s boogeyman.” Satoru waves his arms around dramatically as he begins cleaning up his mess of a ramen cup.
“You’re not explaining anything.”
Satoru crumples the ramen cup in his hands. There’s a pause, and then, there’s Satoru’s angry voice. Except, it’s a different type of anger. A kind that Suguru hasn’t heard in his voice before. “I don’t, fucking, know, Suguru. I don’t fucking know. But that doesn’t mean I’m gonna say fuck all and hand myself in. I’ll figure it out, eventually. And you’re gonna be told to go and find me, and you’re gonna be told to kill me. And every single time, you’re gonna fail, and we’ll keep meeting anyway.”
Suguru lets out an exasperated sigh. So much for preparing to bid farewell.
“Don’t go too far, yeah?”
“Don’t worry. I don’t think I can anyway.”
They throw out their ramen cups, and begin walking to the train station. It’s a silent walk, and Suguru absorbs every step they take, every moment they spend. The grey of the pavement, the dark blue of the night sky shifting into something purple. The sun is rising. Satoru walks next to him, the sound of his feet hitting the ground as a small reassurance that he’s still there- that his barrier wasn’t up. And Suguru realizes, Satoru is pretending too. That they’re two, normal people. On a very normal walk, on a very normal morning.
So Suguru takes it in- this normalcy. And he clings to it, tighter than he ever has before. And as they pass through the entrance gates of the train station, Satoru stops walking. He’s headed in a different direction, opposite to where Suguru needs to go.
This is it.
“So. See you later, then?”
Satoru grins. That stupid, shit-eating grin that Suguru hates.
No, he loathes it.
Suguru grins back. “Yeah. See you. Oh, and Shoko says hi.”
“Tell her I said hi back.”
“Yup… Satoru?”
“Yeah?”
Suguru doesn’t quite know what to do. He hasn’t said many goodbyes, and with the ones he has, he hugged them and promised not to die. He doesn’t exactly miss his parents though, not like he knows he will with Satoru.
He’s gonna fucking miss Satoru. Like a damn lot. A fucking ton.
It’s not like he’ll ever admit that though.
“Nothing. You’re just stupid.”
“You’re so mean to me, Suguru.”
“You deserve it.”
The silence rings between them one last time, and Suguru drinks it all in. The white of Satoru’s soft hair, the pale glow of his skin, the line of his jaw and the shapes of his build, the faint blue that peeks through his shades. He drinks in Satoru, in perhaps, the last glance he will take at him as just two, normal teenagers.
And Satoru stands there, as if waiting. And Suguru realizes, Satoru won’t go unless Suguru lets him.
Suguru swallows the vomit-rag taste in his throat.
“Until next time, then.”
“Mhm!”
They don’t hug. They don’t shake hands. Not even a high-five. Satoru just nods, smiles that stupid smile of his, and turns on his heel. As he walks away, Suguru no longer hears his footsteps. So Suguru does the same. Turns on his heel, and walks away. Miraculously, his train arrives at the platform the moment he looks at it. He boards it, and doesn’t look back.
Who knows what he would’ve done if he ever decided to look back.
-
6:02 am is when Suguru steps foot back into Jujutsu High. He knows nobody is awake with the lack of response as he steps through the barrier, and heads back to the dorms. And for the first time, in all of 48 hours, Suguru feels the heart-crushing weight of absence.
Satoru was no longer someone by his side.
This sinks in, as he walks into the dorms and there is no obnoxious chatter following him. Yet despite this, Satoru overwhelms his life like vines overgrown on a home old enough to have leaks.
He steps back into his own room, and Satoru lives in the place. The scratch on the wall from that time they had gotten into a fight while playing Super Mario Bros. The way the curtains were always closed because Satoru’s eyes were sensitive to too much light. A pack of hair ties Satoru bought for Suguru as an apology for said Mario Bros fight.
One of Satoru’s hoodies strewn across Suguru’s chair. A pile of manga the two of them traded so often, Suguru was sure neither of them remembered who bought what anymore. Stacks of video games, misplaced socks and clothes, manga and notebooks and pens and pencils, posters and cd’s.
So many bits and pieces of his life had only existed as a result of Satoru. And Satoru just wasn’t there anymore.
They say that you don’t realise what you have until it’s gone. Suguru learns that this rings true the hard way.
Satoru might’ve been alive, but not in the way Suguru knew him to be. Reachable by text. A knock next door. A tap on the shoulder. A kick to the shin.
Satoru would now always be farther and farther and unreachable than ever, and Suguru can only find it in him to laugh.
An arrogant, obnoxious, self-absorbed prick. Beyond his capacity for greatness, there was nothing more to him than that. Just another person to walk through Suguru’s life- that’s all he’ll ever be.
Suguru turns down the hall, swings Satoru’s dorm room open, kicks the door shut and collapses onto his bed.
Suguru feels an object press into his thigh from his pocket. Nah. I’ll get a new phone. Besides, not like this is the last time we’ll ever see each other.
He takes Satoru’s phone out of his pocket, and tosses it onto Satoru’s messy drawer.
He’s tired, Suguru decides. For a moment, just a moment, he’ll pretend nothing has changed.
We’ll still be the same, yeah?
(He hopes they will. God, he hopes they will.)
You’ll still be my… one and only, y’know?
(That hurt. Why did that hurt? Why did it make his heart pound and his head spin? Why’d that make him want to throw up and punch the living shit out of Satoru? One and only? Seriously? Did he really have nobody else? Was he the only person Satoru even considered? And why does the implications of that make him want to damn it all and find Satoru himself? Join him on whatever stupid escapade he was on? Betray all of Jujutsu Society and everything he stood for while he was at it?)
Suguru shuts his eyes.
(Things would be easier if they had just forgetten about each other.)
I don’t. Fucking. Know, Suguru.
He takes a deep breath.
(He hates Satoru.)
You love me.
The world stills. Suguru falls asleep. And he dreams of a world where Satoru never left, where he never killed those people, where he stayed alongside him, where things never change. And for some reason, Suguru doesn’t find comfort in that dream. Because somewhere along the way, it all goes wrong, and Suguru ends up dead in an alley.
When Suguru wakes up, he doesn’t remember much of the dream. But he continues on with the small notion of the possibility, that it could be worse. It could all be much, much worse.
And he’ll see Satoru again, someday, somewhere, even if as enemies, Suguru knows.
That at some point, there was just the two of them. And it would always be the two of them, even if the world demands otherwise.
You’ll still be… my one and only, y’know?
Submas AU Drabble - Rumors
There are rumors around the Battle Subway. There always have been. Speculations of Ingo and Emmet’s perfect synchronization, that the regional champion has been a frequent face, how the Subway’s caverns were built by an ancient kingdom. They were a bit of fun to pass between passengers awaiting a battle.
That was before the third Subway Master arrived.
Some say he had never seen a train before he suddenly appeared. Others argue the way he glares at the cars is a simple dislike for the constant motion. The contradictions satisfy no one. All agree, though, that the way he appeared from thin air one day, already matching the twins’ every train analogy, already having earned the full support of their two-car train, was uncanny.
There have been whispers that he bewitched the Subway Masters somehow. He certainly had worked their way into their clockwork dynamic, how else could he have done it? Though those theories fade slowly away. His team is omnipresent beside him - a minccino on his shoulder sometimes dethroned by a rufflet, and a fraxure by his side - and none of them can learn hypnosis. The passengers have checked.
Some say that they saw him as a passenger months before his first appearance. He talked of trains as if they were steel-types waiting to consume them all. He spoke of cellphones as if he couldn’t fathom their existence. He rambled on and on to his minccino about a world he did not understand. No one knew if it was true, but most believed it.
The subway caverns were built by an ancient kingdom, it was said. One that stood for truth and ideals, the very same concepts the subway master blathered on about. One that could explain the odd traditions they’ve seen aboard the train that belong to no known region. One that could have stood firm with someone who could command respect as he did. There was no way to prove it, but stranger things happen underground than a haunting.
There is a blackout on the train one day. A passenger has gone to battle. When they return, they are distraught. They ramble on about how they had insulted Emmet in the heat of battle, how Ingo came to his defense, and how the third appeared at the doorway once the brothers departed for the breaker room. They say they did not understand what language he was speaking. They say, in his quiet rage, his eyes glowed red like a yamask in the night.
There is silence, then sparse, nervous laughter that dies quickly. Another rumor to be spread aboard. And yet, in the days that follow, no one mentions the tale again.
The rumors of the Battle Subway are spoken in hushed tones. They strain to be heard over the heat of battle, the enthusiasm of the conductors, and the clipped demands of their third beyond the holding carts. They sometimes delve into the oddities of the twins, but more often speculate on the newest addition. Whispers say that he is a ghost from another time. Most will scoff, perhaps voice the absurdity of the notion, but all notice when he wanders through their car with that faraway look in his eye. All respect him when he blinks, glares, and snaps calmly at their scrutiny before departing. All want someone to follow him as he disappears into the shadows of the next car. No one does.
Doctors orders
Faust/Dr.Baldhead x Fem!Reader
Faust gets comfy with you.
(This is Xrd Faust Btw.)
Movie night is going well for you and Faust, talking and relaxing with one another. Even when in a calm and relaxing environment, something seems a little off with the tall Doctor. You look up at him, noticing how he hasn't really been watching the movie, but you instead. “Is something wrong?” You ask, seeing Faust look away with something akin to nervousness in his eyes.
“No, not at all! What makes you think that?” Faust responds, nervousness hidden in the corners of his voice. You chuckle softly, resting the back of your head on his chest while you look up at him.
“You seem a little nervous so I thought I might ask.” You respond, seeing a little blush on Faust's cheeks(?) You can't really tell. “Oh no no no! I'm not nervous at all, it's just… just a little hot in here!” Faust says with more nervousness and fluster in his voice, tipping off the fact that he doesn't want to screw up this (technically) date with you.
You smile, looking down at his hands, noticing his twiddling thumbs. You take his hands in yours, giggling once you notice how big his hands are compared to yours. Faust is clearly taken off guard by this gesture, his eyes trying to look anywhere but where you are in his lap.
You look up at him, seeing his clear nervousness. you shift your body, trying to make it more comfortable for Faust. “If you need a moment, I can get up.” You say softly, making Faust internally panic. Even though it's tough getting out emotions, he knows that something about you can't be ignored.
“I'd rather you stay here.” Faust replies, wrapping his arms around your waist. He creates a rope around you with his long arms, ensuring that you can't leave. After watching the movie for a while you can't deny the lull of sleep that compels you. You end up dozing off in Faust's arms, going slightly limp.
“Oh? It seems she's fallen asleep.” Faust says softly, tilting your head up to get a better look at your sleeping face. He smiles under the bag, picking you up in his arms. Your weight is almost feather light to Faust, who happily takes you to a room for you to sleep in.
Faust sets you into a soft bed, making sure that you are completely comfortable. He towers over you, his eyes studying how you sleep for a few minutes. “Sleep well, Y/N.” Faust says quietly, leaving you to sleep.
Hmm?
A few hours into your nap, Mini-Faust waddles onto the bed. It looks at you, turning its head curiously. It squeaks with intrigue, one of its hands lightly touching your face. It sits in front of you, still touching your face. It continues to look up at you, studying you. Faust decides to check up on you, surprised to see a Mini-Faust with you.
“You shouldn't be in here, little one. You should let her sleep.” Faust says quietly as he scoops up the Mini-Faust in his hands and puts it in his pockets. He looks down at you, happy to see you content and relaxing. Faust gulps nervously, deciding to do something drastic. He pushes the paper bag up, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
“I love you, Y/N.” Faust admits quietly, leaving to not disturb you further. The next day, you couldn't help but wake up feeling more refreshed and awake than ever.
I have mixed feelings 😭🙏
I have mixed feelings about Gojo coming back. 😭
If he came back:
it’s like, fuck yeah, kings back. We all love him. He has so many people he could save. Plus so many people care about him.
but then it’s like
now he’s probably in the afterlife with Geto 😭 he might finally have found peace and is happy. Plus literally almost everyone he cares about is dead, so like 👀.
Man why do these new chapters have to be so sad?! 😭
mixed feelings all around guys
A Clown met a Doctor at the asylum one day, and asked if she wanted to be free. The Doctor replied that it was the Clown who was the prisoner, but alas, she was already intrigued. The Doctor spoke with the Clown again, and again, as he told her of the freedom of the mind, from limits, from morals, from sanity. Carefully the Clown led the Doctor closer and closer to the edge. He told her he loved her, but he laughed as he said it. Down, down, down… The Doctor fell and was reborn, a Jester after his image.
Dress Dilemma
James Wilson x Reader
No Smut
948 words
Please leave any feedback in the comments I live for validation (and critiques)
“Honey are you almost ready?” I hear James’ voice carry up the stairs.
“Uhm… almost!” I yell back as I try to zip my dress yet again, rather unsuccessfully.
I hear James’ footsteps as he makes his way up the stairs. I take a deep breath as he enters our bedroom, his eyes raking over me.
“You…look…breathtaking…” He says with blown pupils as a goofy smile makes its way onto his face.
I blush at the attention, 3 years later and the way James looks at me never fails to make my cheeks red. “Could you help me with my dress, dear?” I ask him sweetly, turning so my back, and the zipper are now facing him.
He walks over to me slowly. His fingers delicately caress the fabric. “Is this dress new?” He asks softly as he clips the top of the zipper. I nod as I suck in, making it a little easier for him to zip the dress. “It’s from House of CB, I picked it up when I was in London for a conference.”
He zips the dress slowly, I feel his eyes following the zipper up my back. My skin heats under his gaze. “It looks amazing on you, and hugs your hips perfectly. God, you’re gorgeous…” He mutters as he places his hands on my hips, turning me to face him. “I cannot wait to take that off of you tonight.” He whispers before moving his lips to my neck, leaving a trail of gentle kisses down my throat. I moan softly as he does.
“Who says you’ll be taking it off of me, Dr. Wilson?” I question him teasingly, using his title to drive him a little more mad. He groans against my skin, now sucking gently at my exposed collarbones. “That rock on your hand says it for me…” He mutters cockily as smirk forms on his lips.
He grabs my left hand, making tantalizing eye contact as he delicately brings my fingers to his lips. “3.5 carat, princess cut, near-perfect clarity, all for my perfect girl.” I blush as he describes my ring and compliments me. Marrying a doctor definitely has its perks, but marrying a head of oncology who’s 10 years older than you comes with even more.
“I’m living a dream, do you know that?” I smile as his fingers graze my chin, tilting my head up to meet his curious gaze. “Oh? Why’s that, honey?” He flashes me a knowing smile as his head cocks to the side, teasing further. “Oh, I don’t know. maybe it’s my perfect ring, maybe it’s my perfect life, maybe it’s my perfect husband.” I place a chaste kiss on his cheek. “I’m leaning towards the last one.”
James looks at me with possibly the biggest puppy-dog eyes I’ve ever seen. His tongue flicks out to wet his lips. “You have no idea how much that means to me.” One hand settles on my cheek as the other finds my waist. I wrap my arms delicately around his neck as he leans down to kiss me. His lips find mine with ease, as they have so many times before. He kisses me softly as if my lips are the only thing grounding him.
He pulls away, resting his forehead against my own. “We should get going, don’t want to be late for dinner.” He says with a sigh. I nod as I turn towards the mirror and start to adjust my dress. James steps behind me after a moment, wrapping his arms around my waist. He rests his head on my shoulder with a huff. “How are you so beautiful?” James asks as he gazes lovingly at me, his fingers dancing across the fabric of my dress.
I smile in response as I tease my curls. “I don’t know handsome, how are you so loving?” I tease as I turn to face him. I grab his chin and squish his cheeks. “I need to eat you up. You’re just too cute.” He blushes as a smile creeps onto his face. “What’s a cute girl like you doing with an old guy like me?” I laugh at his futile attempt at distracting me.
“What can I say I’m a sucker for an old man with a cute tie,” I say as I grab his tie and pull him in for a kiss. He groans into the kiss as his hand finds my throat, applying gentle pressure to the sides. I pull away briefly, much to my disdain. “Easy there, I don’t need any hand prints on my neck before dinner.” I joke as I leave a gentle kiss on his nose before walking over to my vanity.
“You’re no fun,” he says with a dramatic sigh. “Maybe I want House and Cuddy to know that you like having my hand wrapped around your throat. That you like when I-”
“James! That’s enough, we need to go.” I say with an eye roll as I stand up from my vanity and grab my clutch, trying desperately to pretend that his words didn’t have me soaked.
I glance in the mirror one last time before I leave. I adjust the strap of my dress when I notice a reddish-purple mark on my collarbone. I groan loudly as I turn to face James, who is sitting on the bed ‘innocently.’ “Did you have to leave a mark on me right before we leave for dinner with your colleagues?” I meet his gaze with daggers. He blushes as he rubs the back of his neck. “Oops…?” He says with a shrug of his shoulders, his big brown eyes melting whatever rush of anger I’d felt.
☆
: a natural luminous body visible in the sky especially at night
stars are known for their beauty more than anything. known as the pretty twinkly dots in the sky that we can only hope to see from afar.
we, as a collective whole, have no wish to see them up close however. because their beauty diminishes as we tread closer, into nothing but a burning ball of fire.
and that's not 'pretty' or 'twinkly'. it's scary and painful.
we don't talk about the life of a star. how tragic it truly is. they are born, forced to burn brighter and brighter. till they burn out, eventually they can't anymore.
the more passionate ones dwindle into nothing but cold, ugly ball of gas. just floating around, begging to be noticed once more.
while the ones who spent their times building their power in the shadows suffer a more severe fate. they explode.
wanting to go out with one last bang. one last attempt to be seen.
but stars aren't stars unless they twinkle right? unless they provide us entertainment in the night sky.
stars mean nothing if they are not pleasing to the eye.
Emptiness Machine
Transformers X Mech Pilot AU
Author notes: (Wowza I didn’t expect such a positive reaction to my nonsense! Here is a blurb to test the waters. See what y’all think! Let me know if you want more. 👀)
TW: (needle mentioned briefly, mention of alcohol to describe a feeling, reader cusses a little bit.)
Blinking the sleep from your eyes, you only half hear the blaring alarm. You stare at the ceiling for moment, trying to get your brain to wake up enough to process the announcement over the loudspeaker.
“Decepticon activity coordinates delta seven, bearing nine. Threat level Magenta. Pilot SERAPHIM to the launch bay.”
The words repeated as the red overhead lights flashed. No one could sleep through this, you thought as you rolled out of your cot. Feet hitting the cold floor you let your training take over. Autopilot was the only way to operate on days like this. Despite not being out late or having anything to drink the night before, you felt hungover and woozy. The Energon micro-infusions you and the other pilots received must be to blame. Donning your pilot gear and clicking your mask into place you finally start to feel whole again. Being outside of your mech felt like hell. Exposed like a nerve and vulnerable. Feeling so small, you shake your head trying to figure out how you ever lived without that soul connection to your machinery.
You grab your communicator, linking it to your headset and running out the door. Hallways bustled and noise reverberated through the massive metal building as soldiers and Autobots alike made their way around the base. You dodged around giant peds, apologizing when you almost knock right into Hound. The bot putting up his hands and giving a startled whoa as you bolt towards the hangar doors. This was home. The metallic smell of oil and energon hit you as you ran up the ramp to your mech. She was beautiful. Orange and teal accents over ivory plating. The wing and eye insignia on her shoulder alongside tally marks of all the victories you had won. Her optics offline and her lines hooked up to refuel, she looked lifeless. An empty machine.
You smiled remembering the first time you had met a Cybertronian. They were appalled to learn that the mechs they fought alongside weren’t Cybertronian, but were in fact piloted by humans. The bots now compared you to a spark within your mech, your consciousness becoming that of the metal behemoth you piloted. You yelled a greeting to your launch officer as he walked through the protocols and commands before helping you into the chest of your mech. Settling yourself into the gel seat made just for you, you feel the sting of the needle inserted into the back of your neck. Your eyes roll back and the familiar sensation of falling tugs at your limbs. The micro amounts of energon in your bloodstream prickle as your nerves switch to feeling cold.
Optics coming online and flickering as your consciousness links up with your mech. Your servos twitch, testing your movement slowly via the launch officer’s commands. Rolling your shoulders as the energy lines disconnect and the link is complete. The HUD is always a bit disorienting, vitals and stats crowding your vision as it adjusts. The tiny body your consciousness left is nestled snug in your chest. You reach for your weapon where it was leaned, charging next to the bay. A familiar voice to your right makes you turn.
“Ready there Sera?” Your vocal apparatus crackles to life as you reply.
“Had to get my bearings Bee. Consciousness transfer never gets easier.” Energy thrums through your lines and you feel whole once more. You worked alongside the Bumblebee as a fellow scout. Your mech being a lighter class helped with the stealth aspect of intelligence gathering. Most of the other pilots were male, making you one of the few female pilots to survive the initial testing. You felt proud of your accomplishments since the war for energon began.
“What is our mark.” You ask following the yellow bot out onto the launchpad. A ground bridge was already open and humming ominously. He had an alt mode but you didn’t, your mech not able to transform. Using a ground bridge was the only way to get your mech anywhere far away fast. It wasn’t your favorite way of travel, personally you favored the jump jets your mech was equipped with. Something about soaring through the sky was the most liberating feeling you had ever experienced.
“We’ve got a high level threat. At least three cons attacked one of our mines in Australia. I heard Shockwave had some dangerous experiment. We’ve gotta do some reconnaissance before we go take it back.” He smirked before shoving at your shoulder making you stumble a bit. “Try to keep up this time.” You smile at him as he disappears into the swirling light. Something about this mission seemed off. Everyone seemed a little too stoic for this to be a routine take back. Shrugging off the seed of doubt you lift your ion cannon and mount it to your shoulder. Calibrating your weapons and getting ready for whatever fresh hell awaited you.
Imagine Gojo, begging him not to nut in you and to use a condom instead. He says yes surprisingly quickly, all smiles. Then he puts you in a mating press, legs up by your ears and goes to town on you. When your done doing the do he pulls out, shit eating grin on his face, quickly he takes off the dom, flips it inside out and empties the contents right back into your twitching, unsuspecting pussy. You cry out but he has you trapped. Legs still above your head, he parts your lips and continues.
You can try to push him away to no avail, his grin growing wider. You can desperately try and push his seed out, begging him to stop, telling him that you’re not on birth control, that you seriously could get pregnant from this, that he’s a sicko for what he’s doing to you. That earns you a dark chuckle and two skilled fingers at the entrance of your cunt, pushing his sloppy cum back into your well used pussy.
The message is very clear. Gojo can do whatever he wants with you, you are in no position to refuse.
Having nasty thoughts about Gojo. I feel like he’s the type to frustrate and bully you until you cry.
He’d defo also force you into little space all the time, telling you things like “you’re too little to understand” and cooing at you in a really condescending tone, every time you get mad or try to fight him he’d continue the bullying and the cycle would just repeat.
He’d show up at your work, tell everyone you know that you two are dating. If you ever tried to bring it up he’d play it off, acting smug and asking you if you had a crush on him before antagonising you some more.
He would blow hot and cold, telling you that you’re delusional and in the same week, show up out of the blue offering you a bouquet of flowers and begging you to move in with him (after your apartment blew up under “mysterious circumstances” ofc). How did he even know where you lived?
Eventually you’d be too exhausted to fight him and end up in little space all the time. Whining at him and asking him permission for the smallest things, the worse thing is, he’d break you down so slowly over a long period that you wouldn’t even realise its happening .
I feel like he wouldn’t want you to be too tame however, he’d let you act up, riling you up in public spaces and punishing you privately at home.
Don’t make him too jealous tho, he wouldn’t like that. He’s all smiles in front of his darling whilst contemplating where to dispose the body of the guy you were so brazenly flirting with. He’d keep his cool, playing up appearances until he gets home, and next thing you know you’re kept tied to his bed all weekend. 💜
Baby
Summary: Katsuki finds out something new about you and about himself
Warnings: NSFW. 18+ only. Minors DNI! Major daddy kink, babying, gn!reader, unlocking new kink, major praise kink, slight degradation, rough sex turning into sweet soft slow sex, slight insecurity, fwb situation, slight emotional intimacy, allusions to cockwarming, slight mentions of a subspace, short drabble.
Word Count: 800+
"Ya like that, my good little slut?" he groans in your ear as his hips pummel your insides. He set a punishing pace right at the beginning, your body pushing and pulling along the sheets at the intensity. You find it hard to do anything but whine as his hips smack against your ass, his chest pressed into your back. Your fingers twist into the sheets, your face rubbing into the material in a pathetic attempt to muffle your exceedingly pathetic moans. You grasp at your pillow, pulling it to your chest as Katsuki's cock reaches deeper inside you, and your bite down on it as the word bubbles up in your throat.
You wanna say it. You want to, but you can't. You just know that he'd hate it. But as his dick pokes at the special spot inside you, it slips out anyway.
"Daddy!"
The world stops as your world stills, his cock halfway inside you mid-thrust. You fucked up. You know you did. You know that this arrangement was just for sex; a means of relieving stress for the both of you. You crossed the line. You fucked up.
He doesn't move an inch, his hardness leaving you feeling half-empty. Your shoulders tense the longer he goes without moving, without speaking. It may only be a few seconds, but it feels like hours of deafening silence. You can't manage to stop yourself from letting the tears silently slip down your cheeks, tremors passing through your body with the effort of holding back sobs.
After a tense moment, his quirk-heated hands smooth between your shoulder blades before he grasps your shoulder, turning you over slowly. In your humiliation, you drag the pillow with you, burying your face in the plush material as you're brought onto your back. You know you seem ridiculous, childish even, but you can't look him in the eye.
"Come out, my pretty baby," he says, his voice dripping over you like melted butter. The shock of hearing him so soft is enough to overwhelm your embarrassment. Pulling the pillow down your face enough to reveal your wide eyes, you look up at your partner. His expression is one that you'd never seen on the tough pro-hero before. Gone is his signature smug smirk, instead a soft grin takes its place. Quirk-softened digits delicately brush over your temple, smoothing at the wrinkles in your forehead. "There you are, my perfect baby. Need Daddy to take care of you?"
Oh. Oh. You definitely weren't expecting that.
His hips pick back up, the pace lazy, movements packed with power instead of speed. It leaves your mouth hanging open, each long thrust into you punching the air from your lungs and the pitiful whines from your throat. He moves onto his side, pulling you with him and tucking you into his chest as you both lay next to each other, facing one another. His palm glides over your thigh, maneuvering your leg over his hip as he continues his leisurely pace. Katsuki pulls the pillow clutched between your hands away, silently encouraging you to hold onto him instead. You do, hooking your arms under his arms and gripping at his shoulders. Your face buries into his chest, your mind slipping into a smaller headspace as the blond coos sweetly and pets your hair.
"Oh, my pretty little thing. Such a good baby. My baby. So, so perfect." You release a breathy whine, your body thrumming with the rare praise. The explosive blond always had such an affinity for nasty words, his tongue sharper than anyone you'd met before. You never knew he was capable of catering to your smaller side. You needed the affirmation, but never asked, afraid to ruin whatever was between you both. But if you had known that his words would set you alight like this, would would've called him 'daddy' a long time ago.
Katsuki peppers kisses and nips all over your face as he continues his unhurried pace. His arms cradle you to his chest, the embrace itself feeling more intimate than when he was brutally plunging his cock into you. That thought alone has you letting go in a breathy gasp, the sudden release causing you to clench down on him. It triggers Katsuki's orgasm and he spills into you. You're filled up by him, his spend swimming in your stomach and warming you up. And when the last ropes of cum flood your insides, he doesn't pull out. Instead, he pecks your sweaty forehead, trailing chaise kisses to your closed eyelids, your nose, your cheeks, your chin, and finally, your lips. He parts only a breath away, the tip of his nose tracing patterns into your skin as you both catch your breath.
"You did so well, baby," he whispers, his voice barely there. "Rest now. Daddy'll take care of you." His thick arms curl around you, dwarfing you in his hold as he curls up around you, his softening cock plugging you up still. It's perfect. It's everything you wanted.
Sorry for the short drabble, but I was in the mood for some sweet, slow, intimate sex from my favorite explosive blond.
If you liked this, please support me on Ko-Fi!
Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed! Please remember to like, reblog, and comment if you liked this! And if you want something specific, send in an ask!
Drabble from this head canon.
TW: blood, angst, mention of death.
He could faintly hear the screaming around him, sobs erupting over him. He felt arms wrap around his body, the pressure of them lifting his aching limps, cradling him against another, but he felt no warmth from the touch. His eyes felt so heavy, his head was pounding. He hears voices, and can faintly understand that they were speaking, but the words were lost in translation. It takes everything he has just to peak an eye open, stare up at the two sets of eyes on him. He sees their lips moving, watches as the tears fall from their face, but he can’t feel the droplets land on his skin. He can’t move his head to look down at his torso, but he knows there is blood, knows that there’s more on the ground than in his body.
“Steve…Steve…you…can anyone please…Steve? We need backup! Steve’s hurt, he’s…Steve…Steve!” Dustin…That was Dustin’s voice, wasn’t it? “You gotta be okay, man!”
“Dustin…” That was Robin’s voice. Was she holding him? She sounded like she was in pain. Did he not do enough? Was she hurt?
“No!” He suddenly screams, his voice ringing in his ears, or maybe that was from the blood rapidly pumping in them. “No, he has to be! I can’t lose anyone else!” Dustin pulls the walkie-talkie up to his mouth once more, pleading, “Can anyone hear me? This is code red! I repeat, code red! We need someone, anyone! Please! Hopper…Mrs. Byers? Anyone?”
“Henderson?” He didn’t mean to speak, but despite the lack of intent to talk, the word was still so difficult to form.
“Yes, Steve, I-we’re here, buddy,” he rushes out, the sentence tumbling from his lips as if the faster he speaks, the quicker that Steve would heal.
“Robbie?” His voice is fading as he continues to speak.
“Shh, I’m right here, dingus,” she whispers. “But try not to talk, alright? You’re banged up pretty bad.”
“Oh.” His mind was getting foggier, but it was something he was grateful for because he couldn’t feel the pain. He just felt tired. “Are you guys okay?”
“Yes, yes,” Dustin answers, his voice cracking under the weight of a humorless laugh bubbling up past the lump in his throat. “We’re okay. Thanks to you, buddy, we’re all going to be okay.” Steve tries to nod but his head just lulls into the bend of Robin’s neck and shoulder.
“Good, good,” he mutters sleepily. “I just need to close my eyes for a bit longer.”
“No, Steve, please,” Robin whimpers, clutching him closer to her chest.
“It’s okay, Robs, everything’s okay.” And Steve believes that as he smiles up at the pair that are pleading with him to keep his eyes open just a bit longer. “I’m just happy you’re both safe.”
He can’t hear their voices anymore. They’re muddled, as if he’s underwater. He sees nothing in front of him, just waves of darkness for eternity. He feels nothing. He isn’t cold or warm, there’s just nothing. No more pain. And then he hears the gentle, broken, “Steve?” behind him from the last voice he expected to hear, yet it was one he desperately wanted to listen to again. Turning around he finds Eddie, his previously shredded and bloodstained Hellfire T-shirt now spotless underneath his leather jacket and battle vest. Wait, Steve thought that he had that vest in his room, tucked under his bed so no one would take it from him. It was greedy, he knew how much the boys wanted a piece of their Dungeon Master to remember him by, but he couldn’t part with it. He was allowed to be selfish just this once. But it seems that it was unnecessary as Eddie was standing right in front of him. He reaches out and touches his shoulder, making sure this wasn’t some sick dream or illusion, but he felt the heat from his body, the first sense he had of his own touch, and he throws his arms around Eddie, feeling the warmth spread in the embrace. But something felt off as Eddie gingerly wrapped his own arms around Steve’s frame, acting as if he were fragile, or like he was scared. Pulling back, Steve looked over Eddie again. He didn’t see any injuries. Shouldn’t he still be healing? He looks unscathed.
“Eddie, how are you alive?” Steve asks confused.
“I’m not, Steve,” he rasps out, choking on a small sob as Steve finally notices the tears streaming from his face.
“But then…”
“I’m sorry, Steve, but neither are you.”
Eyes up
Pairings: dom!Eddie Munson x fem!reader
Drabble
Warnings: NSFW content. Smut, dom!eddie, rough!eddie, pet name (princess), multiple orgasms. 18+ only. Minors DNI!
It was too much. How many orgasms had Eddie pulled from you by now? Two or three? No, those were just from his mouth and fingers. How many had he pulled from you just from spearing you on his cock? At least two.
He’d been relentlessly pounding into you, working out all of his frustrations on your sweet, abused little cunt. You watched the flush invade his neck and chest, saw how his abdomen twitched with his movements before finally eyeing where the two of you were connected. A particularly hard thrust sent your eyelids squeezing close, head thrown back and spine arching into him. Not a second later a ring clad hand harshly gripped your jaw, forcing you to look into a pair of big, brown eyes.
“Don’t you fuckin’ dare look away,” he gritted, punctuating each syllable with a snap of his hips, his pubic bone grinding against your swollen clit. “Eyes up, princess, we’re nowhere near finished.”
Polaroids
Pairings: dom!Steddie x fem!reader
Drabble
Warnings: NSFW. Smut, pet names, cockdrunk!reader? (Idk reader is just exhausted from fun times), photographed porn, threesome, slight humiliation kink (squint). 18+ Only! Minors DNI!
“Yeah, just hold her like that,” Eddie purred as he directed Steve in holding your legs out. Steve chuckled breathlessly, his chest causing you to rise and fall as his heavy breaths moved your body against his. Holding the back of your knees, he spread your legs for the camera. Eddie took a few shots of your combined cum leaking out of your swollen, abused pussy. He brought his hand up to grip one of your flushed tits, fingertips and rings indenting into your skin. Steve brought a hand from the plump flesh of your thigh to cup your chin, tilting your dazed expression up for Eddie to capture. Once that image was printing onto a Polaroid, Steve turned your face to capture your lips, taking your kiss swollen mouth between his teeth, allowing Eddie to get the perfect snapshot of Steve pulling your bottom lip and watching it pop back in place. Hands kept moving against your clammy, shaking body, your mind still foggy.
“Such a pretty girl,” Eddie hummed, waving the picture as he crawled over you, presenting the newly developed photo for you to view. It was a nice image of Eddie’s ringed fingers snaking up your collarbone, the imprint of his palm against your chest, your body melting against Steve’s as his grip squished your cheeks and his teeth sunk into your skin. “I should put this in my locker at school.” Your eyes went wide, brows drawing together in concern. Your head felt too heavy, your throat too thick to speak up your protest.
“No?” Steve teased, taking your stunned silence as your answer. “Is that too embarrassing for you, baby bunny? Afraid someone will see it?” His fingers wiggle in your side, sending your body spasming from the ticklish sensation while a groan falls from his lips as your ass rubbed against his sensitive member.
“Hmm,” Eddie chuckled, enjoying the scene before him. Sitting up on his knees, he lazily strokes his reddened tip, bringing his length closer to your blushing face. “Maybe a few pics of you working my cock with your sweet little mouth will change my mind.”
Glassy Eyes
Pairings: Eddie Munson x reader
Drabble
Warnings: NSFW. Smut, dirty talk, rings (yes, they are a warning when worn by Eddie Freakin Munson), pussydrunk!Eddie, cockdrunk!reader, slight dumification kink. 18+ Only! Minors DNI!
“Oh, look at you,” he chuckled breathlessly. “So pretty. Looks so pretty when you get that glassy look in your eyes. Lets me know how dumb you’ve gone, baby. How stupid my cock makes you. Can you even say anything? Can you speak?”
Leaning over you on one elbow, Eddie swipes a finger through your sticky folds, a ring catching against your sensitive clit. It sends tremors through your entire body and a gasp falls past your kiss-swollen lips.
“Ahh,” he mocks, a shit-eating grin etched into his features. “There she is. You gonna sing a little more for me, darling?”
Modern Technology
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x reader, Stucky x reader
Drabble
Warnings: NSFW content. Smut, videotaping, Sarge kink, Cap kink, menace!Bucky, praise kink. 18+ Only! Minors DNI!
Steve was truly fucked. At least he believed so while staring at the first of many videos sent by one James Buchanan Barnes.
“Bucky, noooo,” you giggled, bringing your arms up to cover your face from the camera lens capturing your naked form and the image of Bucky’s cock slowly dragging in and out of you.
“It’s the twenty-first century, honey, I’m just taking advantage of modern technology,” he chuckled. “Now c’mon, doll, let me look at you,” he pleaded, grasping a wrist and pulling it from your flushed cheeks and damp skin. The look you gave him through the shot should have been illegal. “Beautiful. Just so pretty,” Bucky praised from behind the camera. Metal digits grasped your chin gingerly to keep your focus as he whispered lowly, “So perfect, baby.” There was a shift in your eyes at his tone, that look that both Bucky and Steve knew all too well.
“You gonna tell Stevie who makes you feel so good while he’s gone, babydoll?” Bucky asked, punctuated by the quick snap of his hips, pulling a soft moan from your lips.
“You do, Sarge,” you gasped.
“That’s right, darling,” he chuckled, the fingers against your jaw tightening, and his pace quickening. “And will you tell Steve how much you miss him?”
“So much, Captain! Miss you so much!” You whine as his thrusts get rougher. “Wish you were here!”
“And what are you gonna do for Cap when he gets back from his mission?” The image was shaky through the screen as Bucky’s pace continued to speed up.
“Gonna—“ a moan rippled through your throat and stopped your sentence before it could escape. “G-gonna swallow Captain’s cock. Gonna be so, so good for him and Sarge.”
“That’s a good girl.”
Modern technology was truly a blessing.
Good Use
Pairings: dom!Eddie Munson x sub!reader x switch!Steve Harrington
Drabble
Warnings: NSFW content. Smut, sir kink, slight choking/choking kink, threesome, praise kink. 18+ Only. Minors DNI.
AN: My first smut/drabble. Welcome to constructive (friendly) criticism, thank you!
Tangling long, guitar-calloused fingers into your hair, scratching your scalp Eddie took your jaw in his grasp. He hovered over you, bending down to your kneeled height, his hard cock standing at attention against your back. Eddie held your head in place to watch Steve lazily stroke himself in front of you. Eddie turned your gaze up to him before he bent further to pepper short pecks across the expanse of your neck.
“You see that, sweetheart?” He murmured breathlessly against your cheek. “See how hard you make him? Make me? See how much we want you?” All you could muster was a gentle nod as your attention was too focused on the steady movement of Steve’s hand over his reddened tip. Your voice seemed to fail you until the hand holding your chin found itself wrapping deft fingers around your throat. “We use our words here, babydoll. Understand?”
“Yes, sir,” you whimpered out as his fingers squeezed in the middle of the sentence, the last syllables coming out like a wheeze. You were dying to touch them. Dying to be touched. Desperate to put yourself to good use for either the metalhead or the former high school king, but preferably you’d be used by both.
“Sir, huh?” He teased with a laugh that vibrated against your skin. “Yeah, I like how that sounds coming out of your pretty mouth. But I’d like it better if you put that tongue to good use.” He stood in front of you now, blocking the view of a smirking Steve and filling your doe-eyed gaze with his own hard cock. “Oh, and Harrington, since you’re so quiet why don’t you show our girl what your tongue can do too?”
۵♡۵𝚂𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚑'𝚜 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝۵♡۵
Updated: 3-24-25
*all of the dividers I use on my blog are made by @firefly-graphics!
·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ Modern Warfare Masterlist
·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ Fourth Wing Masterlist
LONELY NIGHTS, s. black
the empty side of the bed. his side of the bed. empty.
“how could you?” you yelled, throwing the letters in his face. “how could i? how could i?! you're never here? never-” he paused, brushing his fingers in-between the locks of his hair “it was a mistake.” he muttered, before locking in your eyes.
“a mistake sirius! a mistake is spilling your drink everywhere! a mistake is dropping something! starting a relationship with someone, let alone our friend. that isn't a mistake!” you spit back, back before storming into your room, slamming the door closed.
him with her. her of all people. her. what did she have that you didn't? you were there for him through everything. through hogwarts. through the war. you and him. he threw it all away for her.
sirius knocked on the door, throwing you out of your thoughts. "i'm sorry, please forgive me." you stood behind the door before walking to the bed and sitting down. "peach? i'm sorry. please forgive me. I'll do anything to make it right."
"please go away. i'm going to bed, when i wake i don't want you to be here." you slowly sulked into your bed. the bed you and him have slept in for the past years. the bed, you had made love, had spilled secrets, had cried in.
"i understand peach" you could hear his footsteps retract from the door. hearing the ruffling of things before hearing the front door open and close.
you groaned before fully getting up. wiping your face from the eye dust, before walking into your shared bathroom. thinking of what'll happen when you see him next.
notes: honestly i love angst... anyways hope you liked it <333
COFFEE, r. lupin
when you woke you could barely remember anything that happened the night before, let alone where you were. waking up in his bed. remus' bed. how did you even get there?
"morning." you heard from the door frame, remus holding two coffee mugs. you furrowed your brows "how?"
"take some advil and drink your coffee, then we'll talk." he said walking up to you and handing you a mug. "just how you like it."
you muttered a thanks before throwing two pills in your mouth and swallowing a gulp of coffee. the burning sensation running along your throat.
remus sat down next to you, sipping on his coffee before meeting your eye.
"what happened last night?" you said, trying to remember
"a lot." he said setting his coffee down and repositioning himself.
notes: another little drabble!! I'm just bored and want to test out more of my writing skills :)
Jealousy
Fred Weasley x g/n!reader
Charlie Weasley x g/n!reader
308 words
Fred watched with jealousy in his eyes as he saw you jump into the lake. Your beauty and grace had surrounded him for years. You had been friends for years but last year he realised he didn’t want to be friends anymore. He realised you had always been there for him. He realised how your smile was infectious. He realised he was in love with you.
Now he looks at you at what could have been.
He sees the smile on your face.
He sees the arms around your waist.
He hears the giggles coming out of your mouth.
He sees George look at him in pity. He knows, of course he knows, they’re twins for god’s sake. George knew before Fred did.
They didn’t have to exchange words for Fred to understand his brother. He comforted him and it helped, but it wouldn’t block the pain of seeing you with his own brother.
Fred had been the one to introduce you to Charlie. His brother two years older. Charlie had been there for you in a way he hadn’t. he helped you with homework Fred didn’t understand himself. He helped you with boy troubles when Fred didn’t have any experience with romance. Charlie helped you get over your ex from your 3rd year. He put a smile on your face when Fred couldn’t. He made you happy, and you slowly fell for him. And Fred had watched it all from his own two eyes.
His heart broke more and more as you two got together. You started dating at the start of fourth year and Charlie’s sixth year. It was now the summer before your fifth year. And there Fred sat, watching you and his brother. Swimming, and laughing, and kissing. His gut filled with a bad feeling, his heart broken, and his eyes filled with jealousy.
Avoidance
Ron Weasley x g/n reader
~
They felt the couch dip next to them and looked up from their essay.
"Hey," He spoke in a quiet voice.
"Oh, hi" y/n said in a surprised tone. Their mind searching for an excuse to leave.
"Sorry, but I was just about to go to bed." They started gather up their potions essay before Ron could say anything, but they weren't quick enough.
"You're not being very subtle," he looked up at them, "you know."
Y/n felt their eyes sting as they stood up.
"I don't know what you're talking about." They said and started walking towards the dorms.
"Please," Ron spoke, " I don't know what I did wrong."
Y/n heard a loud laugh come from somewhere else in the common room. A laugh that belonged to Lavender Brown.
"Nothing," they muttered under their breath, "you've done absolutely nothing."
~
⋆⭒˚.⋆MASTERLIST⋆.˚⭒⋆
Drabbles
businessman bf (bottom male reader)
School Spirits
coming soon…
Yellowjackets
coming soon…
Creepypasta
coming soon…
Supernatural
coming soon…
and more to come!!! <33
"What the fuck are you doin?" Katsuki just woke up, glancing to the clock, noticing its still really late. He rolled around with a soft huff to look at you. "Nothing Kats, go back to sleep." He heard you answer softly, closing his eyes again, still sleepy. Meanwhile you - Nail polish in one hand while the the other softly grabbed his rough one - trying to see if the demage from him turning around destroyed your work. Humming softly trying to make your already doozing off boyfriend to fall into his 'deep sleep state' again, you opened your nail care kit, looking for a color that will match yours. Taking out what you need and putting the kit on your bed side table, you got back to work.
Of course, he needed to throw a fit the second he woke up to see his nails done, all shiny and and all that.
But its hard to take his fit seriously after seeing him wear them proudly, Threatening anyone who made any comment about them <3
@mewtripled drew some fanart cause you're really inspiring. I love your comics and animations. And Hope you like this silly doodle as a way of showing thanks for stirring my creative spirit. #fanart #mewtripled #devilgirl #inspiring #pinkgoodness #drawing #tekeningetje #drabble #doodle #idk https://www.instagram.com/p/ByU6XwfCoj-/?igshid=ojm3h5jfedox