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kinktober day twelve: threesome kink

>>> brain go brrrr! i can only write a stsg threesome i swear it's bad these days. i just love this dynamic so bad and am clinically addicted omfg i hope u all love it as bad as i do--it is officially the longest piece thus far

>>> starring: satoru gojo x curvy!fem!reader x suguru geto >>> cw: mfm threesome, m/m interaction, fingering (f! receiving), oral (f! receiving), spitroasting, reverse cowgirl, double penetration (same hole), overstimulation, hard dom!geto, pleasure dom!gojo, switch gojo, switch reader, squirting, creampie(s). >>> wc: 5.3k >>> event masterlist

he’s not sure when things changed. he’d always seen you in one light, he thought: his friend, his teammate, and a powerful sorceress that made the group a triple threat. you were easy to get along with and impressive to work alongside. you were also funny and had the same taste in music as him, which was a method of bonding during your early years of school. and sure, you were also insanely beautiful, but it was inappropriate for him to have a crush on his classmate. besides, yaga says it’s best not to intermingle with other sorcerers anyways. it would only complicate things, especially as you grow to be closer friends. so geto dated around to distance himself beyond missions and tried to to forget the butterflies your smile gave him for the sake of your group. with his luck, you were probably into satoru anyway.

he’s always been in love with you, he thinks, but enjoyed playing hard to get. unlike suguru, he didn’t shy away from spending time with you. he loved to follow you around campus with his arm hooked around your waist, all big grins and pick up lines that made you roll your eyes every time. he was able to play it off on his nature, claiming that annoying you was worth every extra second of his time. he was all too fond of your amazing skill and intellect, your immense beauty and body for days was only an added benefit. gojo made it a point to train with you exclusively, something that brought the two of you closer and allowed you to see the serious side of one of your best friends. he could never bring himself to make a real move. with his luck, you were probably into suguru anyway—like everyone else.

this delicate balance continued through the rest of your years at jujutsu tech and into your young adult years. the strongest, the curse-eater, and the girl that captured both of their hearts–and connected theirs to each other. gojo was able to satiate himself on his little touches and glimpses of your flustered smiles, shamelessly jerking off at night to the daydreams he has of his precious little girl best friend bouncing on his cock and moaning his name. geto tries to delude himself into feeling like a protective older brother, making it his job to monitor your safety and suitors. but no matter how much he tries, his hand still finds his cock in the comfort of his own bed in the middle of the night, shamefully pleasuring himself to the idea of having your body rocking beneath him and his hand around your neck.

everything gets worse—or better, depending on who you ask— when you all move in together. it was gojo’s idea, claiming his home was too big for just one singular man. so of course he would invite you to come live with him, he hoped to make you woman of the house at some point in the future anyway, so why not now? he extends the same invitation to his other best friend, only because he knows geto would kill him for taking you for himself. the men were close, closer than most friends in multiple ways, so it was no mystery that their shared crush on you eventually became common knowledge. neither of them minded the competition, seemingly convinced he would win your heart on his own before the other could do the same—or in the worst case scenario they would share you! (and whose idea do you think that was?)

but they had to up the ante.

it started small, geto dropped all his flings, even earning a few comments from you about how lonely he must be with his lack of company these days. he always chuckles and give you that suave smile of his, purring out a it’s time i get serious with a wink. he offered to make dinner nightly, making sure the brunt of housework didn’t fall on you since you were already on laundry duty. he always gave you rather selfish relationship advice, making sure you knew how differently he would treat a woman. it wasn’t lost on you, nor were gojo’s efforts.

he encouraged you to take his card and go crazy, often accompanying you on shopping sprees for the house and making sure you leave with an armful of new clothes and whatever else your eyes lingered on too long. satoru showed you his serious side, keeping the house regularly dusted and the floors cleaned, insisting a family should clean up after themselves and not keep servants to make their lives more detached. he invested in your hobbies, letting you try to teach him how to knit, play video games, even trying to do a little book club with you—that unfortunately, suguru was better at, much to his disappointment.

you weren’t dim, you could tell what was happening. you had your suspicions for a while, the two of them practically glued to your sides at all times nowadays—unless one of you was away on a mission, which happened far too often for their liking. you would be lying if you said their attention didn’t make you feel like the luckiest woman in the world, the two were easily the strongest sorcerers the world had to offer if you didn’t take one of those spots for yourself. they were both undeniably gorgeous in their own ways—so how could you possibly choose? your forced obliviousness is the only thing keeping you three firmly planted in friendshipville. though, it’s been more than obvious that you haven’t been seeing anyone outside of them, thank god, and you’re getting antsy. you have to apply more pressure, figure out something that would push them over the edge. you had to keep them competing for you since you couldn’t pick one over the other on your own. aha, you’ve got it—it’s low, scheming even, but you’re growing desperate. you’d just have to dust off your best acting skills and sluttiest outfit.

it was late that night. you knew the boys were still awake, able to hear their laughter from your room. with one final and steadying breath, you peeked into the living room. they were sitting together on the couch watching a movie that was forgotten about as soon as you walked in, the soft sound of your door closing behind drawing their attention. you were evil in your cropped tank that made it painfully clear that was the only thing covering your perky tits, and it didn’t stop there. you didn’t bother with shorts, a cute thong cupping your pussy and sitting along those glorious wide hips. they could die–the effect you have is clear immediately. suguru clutches a throw pillow over his lap, hoping to smoothly hide the throbbing erection just looking at you gave him, while satoru only makes his more obvious by spreading his legs—at least geto tried to respect you. their eyes are practically bulging from their heads, suguru’s lip was between his teeth meanwhile satoru’s curls into a smirk.

“you guys are being so loud out here.” you bat your eyes innocently, twirling a lock of your hair around your finger as you let your gaze bounce between them. gojo slides his glasses off, a bit starstruck as he sets them aside and looks over to suguru, needing him to be on the same page.

“sorry princess,” satoru pouts, patting the spot in between him and geto. “since you’re up…why don’t you hang out with us?” you note the greed swimming in those all-seeing eyes. you force some bashfulness.

“oh–dressed like this?” you rotate your hips a little bit to further your point and suguru has to clench his jaw tight to not groan aloud. “i wouldn't wanna make you guys uncomfortable.”

“you won’t.” suguru blurts out, tucking some of his overgrown bangs behind his ear. satoru nods his agreement.

“yeah! you’re our girl, you could never make us uncomfortable.” the white headed one says, cunningly petting the cushion again. you smirk to yourself, giving them a faux-reluctant nod before striding to sit. your ass ripples as you step past suguru, and his dick throbs pathetically. as soon as your back touches the couch, satoru’s arm is around your waist to tug your upper half into a lean; then suguru puts a massive paw over your thigh, kneading and stroking the exposed skin gently. they’re both so close, the heavy feeling of their hands on your skin was intoxicating; you could hardly tell where one stopped and the other one began. their scents were so overbearing, suguru’s spicy cinnamon and bourbon contrasted the honeyed vanilla sweetness of satoru so perfectly it had you drunk and losing sight of your master plan before anything had even really happened. but don’t worry, they’ll take very good care of you. you’ve gotten the ball rolling, which is good enough, right?

they pretend to keep their eyes on the tv, heads forward like they don’t notice what the other was doing. satoru’s hand starts to creep under the hemline of your tank top, sinewy fingers long enough to brush against the underside of your breast. you hum softly at the touch, only encouraging the lean man to do it again. suguru watches patiently, waiting for more of your approval. you burrow deeper in his side, pushing your chest out even further. he could practically giggle with excitement at your eagerness. suguru scoots closer, sliding his arm across your lower back to grab handfuls of your thick ass free to fondle thanks to your slutty panties. your weight falls back to the middle, wanting to give geto more of your attention. he smiles at satoru at the action, taking it as a sign of your affection. the other man rolls his eyes, leaning into your side to nuzzle your cheek.

the black haired man does the same into your neck, their hands kneading and rubbing and stroking your skin. you lean your head back against the couch, throwing your arms around them to encourage them further with a blissed out grin of your own.

“our slutty little roommate came dressed like that for a reason.” satoru snickers, bringing his other hand to cradle your jawline, tossing a wink towards his dark haired counterpart.

you hum, prying your eyes open to look at him with a smirk. “course i did…just like you asked me to move in for a reason and sugu gives me back massages for a reason.” you muse, humming as you walk your fingers down their spines. they look at each other with slight surprise, clearly they thought you were unsuspecting of them all this time. you chuckle softly, trailing your digits down their arms to close around their wrists, moving their massive hands to your chest, a boob each. you smirk at them. “everything that’s about to go down is only because i want it to happen, understand?”

you look at gojo first, reveling in his amused expression. he hadn’t expected you to take over and become the boss, but he wasn’t necessarily opposed either. it was sexy to think that he had fallen for your trap, and not the other way around. he’d happily do anything that you wanted, all he wanted was you. you arch your brow and he nods dumbly, nuzzling into your cheek again to show his devotion. no woman had tamed him before, but it wouldn’t be so bad to start now, especially not when the woman in question is his very sexy best friend. you give him a soft smile of approval before turning to the real work, geto.

many women had tried and failed to tame him, and he thought it was pretty funny each and every time. but now here you are, his gorgeous lady best friend, prepared to tell him what to do and exactly how to do it. now that was just plain adorable. you could see see the flames of intrigue flicker in his obsidian eyes, a gaze so intense it made you shrink into satoru a little bit. suguru was being hand gifted the only thing he’s ever wished for, but he would still have it on his terms. he squeezes down harshly on your breast, making you squirm. “cute. we wanted this longer though, so. how about you listen to me instead?”

you scoff, looking down at his hand on you. “don’t act so bold now, sugu. if you wanted to be in charge, you should have acted like it.” you tease, and even gojo smirks behind you. he thought it would be pretty amusing to watch you two battle for dominance, though he’s smart enough to capitalize on an opportunity when he sees one. he pulls you against him, kneading your hips and giving your exposed neck sweet sloppy kisses, all playing into your favor. “maybe i’ll let you give out orders next time–but if you want to be a diva, i’ll just fuck satoru—i’m sure he’s more than enough.”

the mentioned man hums, happy to be in your good graces and your leveraging tool. nothing drives suguru crazier than watching gojo get all the attention. geto gives you a look of dissatisfaction, only pushing you to climb onto your lanky friend’s lap, smiling down at him like an angel from heaven. gojo thought he may die right here. you’re perfect, the way your weight feels in his lap pressing up against his semi is so glorious already he’s afraid he may embarrass himself. his hands find your waist, and he’s looking up to you like he has no idea what to do next. he really is so clueless that it’s adorable. satoru acted like a pussy magnet, which wasn’t necessarily wrong since he is so gorgeous, powerful, and tall, but he never knew how to interact with them—especially since all his fantasies consisted of you, anyway. you smile down at him again and he knows it will be alright, that he’ll do what he does best and learn on the fly—he has to make you feel good.

“take my shirt off, baby.” you coo to him, lifting your arms a bit so he could peel it off. He leans forward unsurely, almost looking to geto for approval before he pinches the fabric and brings it over your head. your tits fall from the little tank top holding them in place, a beautifully heavy chest with pebbled buds wait, calling gojo’s name. his face turns red and he looks up to you for the next order, feeling his semi grow into a full blown problem. geto watches you with narrowed eyes, aching bulge straining against his pants still, and you were only making it worse. he curses himself for being enamored with someone like you, an expert in pushing buttons. you’re his woman whether you know it or not, and he’s only willing to share you with his bestest of friends, even if you were grating on his last nerve.

“do what feels natural, sato.” you breathe out, focused on the way his eyes grow at your permission and his tongue darts out to lick his lips. he’s been fixated on you as long as he can remember, and now it was his time to prove that he was the one for you. he drags your hips closer, wanting you to feel his erection pressing into that tiny thong you had the nerve to put on. you gasp in surprise, though a giggle quickly replaces the sound. you rest your arms on his shoulders, content to twirl locks of snowy white around your fingers. he groans at the sensation, struggling to keep his head on straight already. your body is so warm beneath his hands, so soft and pliable. you duck your head down to kiss him, and he tilts his head up to receive it. it swallows up all his senses, tunneling out everything around him to only focus on your touch, taste, and smell. he’s hungry, eager to prove his worth as a lover, wanting nothing else but to make you feel good. he grabs at your hips to feel you closer, and you indulge by circling your movements in his lap. he moans into your mouth as he feels your tits brush up against his shirt, making him break the kiss and lean back so he could get it off. he does it so quick that you aren’t prepared for his mouth to smack up against yours again, teeth clashing. you giggle again, enchanted by his boyish charm and overwhelming affection for you. it was sweet, and even though he was inexperienced, his kisses were full of passion and heat.

geto had mixed feelings. on one hand, you looked magnificent. your body is like nothing he’s ever seen before, almost to the point of unfairness. no woman could ever compare after this. he’d either have to marry you or be forever disappointed. but, on the other hand, you were wiggling around in gojo’s lap instead of his, and that’s only tolerable for so long. gojo is lucky still, if it were anyone else there would be no tolerance at all. but his patience is wearing thin, especially once you start letting little moans of your own go because of satoru’s big hands massaging your tits and his bulge catching on your puffy clothed clit. you even sound angelic, and it’s pissing him off. this was just a display of your power over them, but suguru wanted to teach a few lessons of his own. he scoots closer, letting his hands mingle around with satoru’s, feeling the dips of your body.

you can feel his touch, easily differentiating between satoru and suguru. your lanky friend’s hands were slimmer and warmer–moving around clumsily. your dark locked counterpart moved with more experience, his fingers thicker and rougher. you smirk at his impatience, clearly not able to be as obedient as dear satoru. you knew it would go like this, with gojo doing anything to please you and geto vying for control himself. you didn’t mind—you know it would push gojo to compete.

geto wastes no time in pulling you off of gojo’s lap and into his own, much to his friend’s disappointment. you give him a pointed look, brow raised and all, but you still wrap your arms around his shoulders the same way you did your other bestie. he smirks up at you, expecting nothing but your compliance once he sees how wet gojo got you. he can tell from the look in your eyes that you don’t have a lot of fight left in you despite the way you act, and that’s perfect for him. he plans to make you brainless, able to remember nothing but him anyway.

“greedy much?” you tease, tossing a look to the pouty white-haired boy watching with contempt. suguru shrugs.

“hardly, just proving that he is not all you need.” he smiles up at you innocently, raking his touch over your thighs. unlike gojo, he knows exactly how to work you up and melt in his hands. gojo harrumphs in the corner of the couch. geto’s brow creeps up even though his head is laxly leaned back against the sofa. he watches you like he owns you, and you love the contrast between the two boys. you roll your eyes and lean down to kiss him anyway, and his lips tell you that the show is over. he gnashes his teeth against your lip, making you squeal and open up for him, wherein he promptly shoves his tongue in to smother yours out. your fingers card through the black tresses cascading over his shoulders and down his back as you hum into his mouth. he’s humming at your eagerness, letting his hand drift from the meaty parts of your hips over to the wet patch on your panties, grinning when you gasp. he works his deft fingers over your heat, and gojo makes a strangled noise as he watches you lewdly suck on geto’s tongue. you let your hips roll into his hand, his other one coming down on your rippling ass. you moan softly, prompting him to spank you again, much to satoru’s enjoyment.

“s’fat, looks so pretty when you do that.” he compliments his friend, shoving out of his pants in anticipation of what comes next. his hand grabs around his proud length, pumping the curved shaft for minimal relief. geto hisses, feeling your hips move desperately towards your own release. he slaps your ass a third time, making you groan out and toss your head back, the picture of a perfect mess.

“gonna cum already?” he tsked, though the smirk on his face betrays him. you nod, tugging on the roots of his hair hard enough to cause a little sting. satoru groans, tired of watching and desperate for any form of aid, but you’re too intoxicating to rush. “then cum.” he demands, stopping his touch.

he knew he had pushed you far enough already, feeling your pelvis stutter against his hand. he watches you come undone, digging pearly white teeth into swollen lips as you dampen your panties another level. he doesn’t give you any type of reprieve before he’s pushing and tugging and arranging you for his preference on the cluttered couch. your brain is foggy already, clit throbbing from satoru’s craze and suguru’s abuse. he’s got you on all fours, face positioned over a huge cock nestled in trimmed white hair.

“be easy on her, satoru.” geto warns as gojo gets to his knees, fisting your hair to get your attention. if you enjoyed suguru’s dominance then he would try some of his own. he directs your mouth over his leaky tip, and you stick out your tongue to encourage him. he nearly shudders just from that, and you whine at the feeling of geto sliding his hands down your ass and thighs with his breath fanning over your shiny hole. you’re gagging on satoru’s length hitting the back of your throat as suguru his fat tongue licks a teasingly slow stripe down your slit. you can’t help but pressed yourself further back into his muscle and force yourself down to the hilt of satoru. he groans loudly, giving you a taste of your own medicine with how he pulls on your hair. he guides you along him, amazed at how much better you feel than his hand. your velvet cheeks feel so wet and warm, it’s amazing he doesn’t cum down your throat instantly. meanwhile geto eats you from the back, sucking on your lips and nudging up against your bud in alternating motions, making your head cloud up with dizziness. that could be from the lack of air you’re able to get in around gojo’s cock stuffing your mouth, tears sliding down your flustered cheeks and drool spilling out around him. he’s whimpering, the sound of him coupled with squelching from both ends had suguru grunting into your folds, letting your sweet essence dribble down his chin. he’s grabbing handfuls of your ass, bruising and smacking the fat. your hands explore the lean expanse that is satoru’s body, muscular thighs keeping you steady and flexing abs making you clench around your other friend’s tongue.

“gah, this—is amazing–fu-huck.” satoru whines, fisting your hair as his cock jumps at the sight of you. you moan your approval, pussy spasming for geto once again without warning, releasing on his face this time. your vision is already blurring, pleasure ripping through you all at once. he’s drunk on the taste of you, sitting upright on his knees as he scoops some of your cum out, coating his fingers with the slick. he may be the slightest bit possessive, but what’s his is gojo’s, and he had to let the other man taste you and get just as pussydrunk as he is. his other hand tugs you off his friend’s dick with a pop, pushing his hardness to the crack of your ass. he leans over you, body like a slab of concrete as he extends his hand to gojo. he leans up immediately, and you’re amazed at the sight of satoru sucking your juice off of suguru’s fingers, moaning slightly at your taste. geto smirks at him, settling back to his original spot. gojo grins widely as he wipes some residual tears from your face.

“she’s so pretty, tell her suguru.” he sings, pushing some hair out of your face as the aforementioned wraps a beefy arm around your waist and pulls you to a sitting position against him. he’s so solid, you can feel how thick and long he is against your back, and it makes you tingle with need like you haven’t came twice already. he pulls you along as he repositions himself, sitting on the couch like it’s intended to be used for with you balanced on his abdomen.

“oh of course, our pretty lady is the only girl i see.” suguru croons, pulling your hair into a ponytail just because he could. you look down at his cock, biting down on your lip at the sight. he was an inch or two shorter than gojo, but made up for it with his thickness. he had veins running along the shaft much like his muscular arms, and a dark tip growing impatient. they were perfect, you knew they would please you in different ways, but you had to have them both.

when satoru gets to his feet and stands in front of you, pale fingers stroking his pretty cock, you knew that was their plan.

geto snakes his hands to your thighs, prying them apart with little resistance from you. he lifts you with this grip, lowering you down all at once on him. he chuckles when you hiss and squirm at the stretch, feeling like a hot knife just gutted you. suguru continues sinking his hips into the cushions below and slamming them back up into you, locking eyes with his best friend eagerly awaiting his turn. you were a whimpering mess, falling back against the man railing you and leaving him responsible for holding you upright as your head finds home on his shoulder.

“if i go easy on you now, you won’t be able to fit us.” suguru explains with a labored breath, your walls so tight he didn’t know if you’d be able to take them anyhow—but he’d be damned if he didn’t try. you nod your understanding, moving your hips to help his strokes hit even deeper. you already feel so full, you can’t imagine what it’s gonna be like when satoru tries to push in. “so fucking wet for your best friends, you’ll take us, won’t you?”

you nod vigorously. it feels like you’re floating, every snap of suguru’s hips slammed his cock impossibly deeper. you knew your little act of control would only last so long, but it worked beautifully. if not for you, they’d probably be jacking off to you for the foreseeable future.

“say it, wanna hear it from our girl’s mouth.” he coos, the tone of his voice so contradictory to what he actually says. it makes your pussy squeeze him anyway.

“wanna take my best friend’s cocks.” you babble, feeling satoru’s hands on your waist again.

“and what else?” suguru groans, almost irritated that your pussy fucked this good and you’ve had the nerve to keep it to yourself all this time. his hand closes around your throat this time, trusting satoru to keep you from falling over. you were so pliable and it was such a treat to hear you talk like this.

“and i’m soaking wet for you both, god–stop teasin’.” you whine, batting your eyes at satoru. he’s sympathetic to your cause, wanting nothing more than to shove his rod deep in you and wonder who makes you feel better, not keen to wait for orders anymore, eager to earn your praise. suguru has your legs spread open perfectly; so while geto snickers from your answer, gojo steps forward and shoves his cock over his best friend’s and into your choking cunt. the feeling takes even suguru aback as you cry out from the stretch. It’s impossible, it’s too much, you feel like they’ll break you in half if they start to move, but the burning subsides, your fingers digging at gojo’s chest when suguru starts to move.

all three of you moan. it’s too good not to, your cunt locking the men against each other, rubbing against your silken walls and the bumpy texture of the other’s ridges was the best way to fuck, they found out. suguru is slow, and prompts gojo to go even slower, feeling you loosen up as the pressure of them in your gut only makes you delirious. you’re so loud, nasty moans and curses coming from your lips as their pace increases, the two men locked in competition to make you and even the other cum first. satoru leans in, pressing his rock hard abdomen against you and deepening his angle. he has to balance himself by bracing his hand on suguru’s other shoulder, both of you close enough to kiss. this was how it was always meant to be, the three of you. he gives you a sloppy kiss, his free hand cupping your cheek to tell you how much this means to him. geto’s caught up in the moment, he tells himself, but everything feels so clear. they were never in competition—you needed them both, and he needed you both, and satoru needed the two of you both. then he feels it, a sloppy kiss meant for him, and he hums in realization. it wasn’t much different from kissing you, though satoru certainly needed the practice. you moan lewdly, the sounds of your cunt being stuffed and their grunts and groans of pleasure provide the soundtrack as they work in tandem to drive you crazy.

“g’na–ngh–cum boys, ohhh~” you cry, legs starting to shake in suguru’s grip. they break their kiss to watch you jerk and jump, fucking into you as deep as their hips will allow. Satoru presses his fingers to your clit, hoping to increase your cute little spasms, but what you do instead is even sexier. you push at his shoulders, a clear liquid gushing and spraying over his abdomen and dripping down your cunt to cover suguru’s balls, leaving them both gaping in amazement.

“that’s a good fucking girl, shit–” suguru mumbles, watching satoru’s face scrunch up in overwhelming pleasure. he doesn’t warn you, holding your hips down to receive all of his cum, the hot feeling making you writhe and moan in his lap to send satoru spurting too. it’s so much, the burning warmth in your gut, their seed mixing together inside of you and gushing out around them both, making such a mess you’re almost embarrassed. satoru slumps forward to kiss you all over, mumbling out thanks for letting them destroy you like this as he lifts you off of suguru, cuddling up with you—mess be damned. you’re panting, sensitive, and dripping but you can’t stop grinning at your success. suguru rolls his eyes at satoru’s childishness, but it really just amuses him. he’d rather you have company as he cleans up the messes anyway, cleaning you and even satoru up before himself. satoru spoons you from behind and suguru shoves himself on the couch to hold you the other way, content at his display of power over the two strongest sorcerers in the room. everyone settles their breathing and into a lull of peace, the only sound in the room was the forgotten movie on the flatscreen, until.

“hey—i didn’t get to eat her outtttttt.” gojo whines, squeezing your body. you laugh, expecting geto to do the same, but he entertains this argument.

“you got your dick sucked—i didn’t get that—”

“we have plenty of time to even the score, shut up and let me sleep before i use my technique to un-fuck you.” you giggle.

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୨・┈﹕✦﹕ Kinktober Day 24﹕✦﹕┈・୧

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Geto Suguru x F!Reader -> Size Kink

Summary: After returning from your trip, you found out your boyfriend is not okay. Maybe a vacation (To Venice) ;) would help. (Mentions of Deppressed!Suguru, angst, breakdowns, toothrotting fluff and comfort, Satoru being a wonderful best friend, Suguru healing) ❤️‍🩹 Basically hurt-comfort with size!kink 😭

Warnings: Angst, breakdowns, Suguru’s deranged and suc!dal and has murderUrges, Reader (us) comfort him and pull him out from it. Mentions of reader’s breakdowns, cus I mean— 🤷🏻‍♀️ Look at him!!?? Nipple-play, breeding, softsex, sensual, FLUFFY AND NICE AND SUGURU’s so Spoiling towards us it’s just 🙈

A/N: Guys I had sm fun 🥹😵‍💫🩵 writing this I swear!! Hurt-comfort is like my favorite thing in the whole wide world <33 I love to characterize Suguru & to play around with his character. *Screeches and screams* 🍨🍦 I made him yummy thank me later xx Also can we look at the images of him above 🥵 size kink BRRRR

"If you really think, you can do everything, take everything in, save people, and somehow save yourself along with the deceitful thinking that you will protect me. Then you're wrong!" Tears welled up in your eyes, the pain clearly imminent in Suguru's eyes. He looked dead inside, and no mourning was soothing your ache for your older Suguru. You just, missed him beyond beliefs… even when he was right beside you. You hoped he would response to your cry of pain, your bleeding words, but he didn't have it in him anymore. Suguru had almost, given up on himself.

Your hands found themselves clasping onto his collar, pulling him closer to you. "Suguru, look at me, I am telling you something. Can't you fucking see how much it hurts!" You screamed, losing your calm, your temper. It felt ironical to complain to him about how much it's hurting you. You can see he's got it worse; the nights full of terrors and the days full of decaying cursed spirits. You were an empath for your lover, and it was clear staying near him was subjecting you to everything he felt. He doesn't want to see you this way, desperate and hurting…

"I'm sorry, Angel." Suguru sighed, wrecked with the way you burst into tears and hugged him. Voice choking onto sobs as you earnestly tried clutching onto him for dear life. "Sugu, come back to me please come back…" You cried, wailed and eventually dropped onto your knees. The incomprehensible feeling, the heaviness of the things Suguru was going through was making you breathless.

Suguru's heart was only breaking further apart, watching you slowly scrape away in front of him. "I want to kill myself." He finally spoke up, "No, truth is, I want to kill everyone."

This was the first time Suguru was opening up, and no matter how brutal it sounded, his eyes were still kind. Maybe because it was you, in front of him. "You are a sorcerer, too, I shouldn't say this to you, but I hate those monkeys." He radiates pessimism and negativity through him. Yet, you smile a little.

"Come with me, go away with me." You held his hands, squeezing them tightly as if you were grateful they're not cold. You truly were. They were warm, they were still your Suguru's hands.

"Please, Suguru, let's go away for some time." You urged, and he knelt with you, hugging you tightly, not caring about the whimper that escapes you because of his firm grip.

"Running away, won't solve anything." He echoed, and you felt your stomach sink. Soft sniffles echoing in the room as you shook your head like a tantrum-y child. "No, we will solve everything. You and I, we can solve everything. No matter what it is." You cupped his face, becoming stronger for him. "It's okay to feel like this Suguru, it's okay. I'm here." You nudge, watching his eyes showing signs of at least, some life in them. "Can you, not give up?" You meant on himself, you meant on everything.

To make sure, he understands… you hummed again, "makes me feel like, I'm being abandoned."

Suguru blinked at that, letting your words settle deep within. "Makes me feel like, I'm not even worth fighting for." You looked down, not having the guts to say this to him while making eye-contact. "Please, let's elope somewhere Sugu." You crooned, babying him almost. "I will follow you to the ends of the earth anyway, even if your path is changed." You hum, and with the way your pupils fixated on your hands intertwined, Suguru knows you mean it.

"Okay, maybe… I do need a little get away." Suguru smiled tenderly, partial charm returning to his eyes.

Oh it felt like rain in famine, "Good, thank you, I love you."

"I love you too, my Angel."

---

The next thing was you booking tickets to go to Europe. You urged Satoru and Yaga to not assign any more missions for Suguru. It was hard, you and Suguru were both powerful special grade sorcerers; but hey- you both had Satoru to rely on. "I told you the moment he lost weight, he wasn't doing okay." Satoru scoffed, rolling his eyes, tapping at his feet impatiently in the café you decided to meet him in. "What the fuck is up with being the one to hide things?" Satoru was pissed, why would his best friend not communicate? "Makes him feel less of a man?" You chuckle at that, you knew Satoru loved him almost as much as you did. "I've persuaded him to go on a trip with me." "You did?" Satoru was… amazed. These days, Suguru wasn't even joining in for any normal outings. Wasn't going out of his house for weeks, wasn't even meeting you. Things worsened when you left to Korea for a mission longer than 3 weeks. You had to stay there for some Jujutsu School Collaboration initiative. That's when Suguru was off his leash, truly at his worst. Taking missions more than he should, succumbing to the darkness of his mind and the curses.

"Just, want you to handle things while we're gone." You sipped onto the iced frappe you've ordered. Meanwhile Satoru ate a mochi, seemingly absent-minded and bored. "You don't have to worry about that, you know I'd do that in a heartbeat for him." He bratted, raising a brow at you. "And you…"

You smiled at that, nodding gently. It felt good to have the 'Strongest' so whipped for your boyfriend, and platonically you, as well.

The higher-ups posed a threat, as always. 'Why is Suguru Geto not on missions?' ; 'Did he get off the job of a Sorcerer?' especially the cunt-faced Principal of Kyoto. You and Satoru personally paid him a disrespectful visit at his school. Nothing he can complain against, wouldn't sit well to anger two special grades, will it? Despite showing that the Sorcerer world is only filled with people who are willing to take on the role- example: Nanami switching from corporate jobs to a sorcerer job… it was still, at the end, a disgusting, foul powerplay hidden beneath shackles of rules. If you are a special grade sorcerer, they'd do anything to hold on to you. Even blackmails are not far off the list. Emotionally draining…

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"I have booked us a flight to Venice, baby." You sat cross legged on the swing chair Suguru's house has, fondling with your iPad and searching for hotel venues. "Venice huh." Suguru was still numbed, but at least, not he couldn't avoid you because practically you lived with him now. "Yeah, we can go to Switzerland, and also wherever you want. I hear Germany this time of the year is beautiful." You croaked excitedly, swaying your legs as he walked towards you, sitting on the chair in front of you. "Satoru told me you and I are on a vacation for months." He came directly on the point. "The trip isn't that long, is it?" He manspreaded, raising a brow.

You gulped, smiling softly, the last thing you need is him feeling 'weak'. You had to approach this carefully. "Suguru, I think you and I have done enough missions for a while. I want us to spend some time together, to ourselves." You added some degree of truth, "Also, I don't want you to keep eating curses and letting them eat you from the inside and I don't want to lose the person I love the most in my fucking life." With the way you affirmatively snapped, there was no way, Suguru would battle against it. A soft nod was all you got as a response.

"Alright, I will handle the packing. Don't want you screeching like a wild animal when you discover you forgot your charger." He leaned in, giving you a chaste peck & you giggled. "Of course."

---

The packing, the preparations, the dressing up and going to the Airport, the flight where you slept leaned against his shoulder. All went by in a tender haze of beautiful memories. Inflicted and infected by his sadness, still. Though you wouldn't mind. You're ready to accept him rotten if needed.

When you two reached Venice, the Victorian style hotel with the boats and the beautiful lakes was in fact, refreshing for him; and you. You knew it because Suguru had stopped going to your shared balcony of the house, now here he was, standing there, observing the people. The couples giggling and kissing each other, the boat rowers singing in their native Italian language, the streets with so much hustle and bustle… yet calming. You hugged him from behind, breathing in his scent. "Like it?" "Love it, my beautiful baby." He crooned back, turning towards you and pulling you closer to him by your hips. "I love you." He chanted, almost in a way that he used to when he first asked you out. These past few months were hard and rough, but if you were able to have him back, even infinitely slowly… you'd dedicate it to eradicating all his sadness.

"If you want, I can dress very Lana Del Rey today and we could make steamy love." You giggled, leaning in and kissing him softly. Suguru and you… yeah, haven't made love in a while. You'd never push him when he isn't feeling it, and naturally, someone who's suffering so much would have it at the last thing on his mind.

"You're right, how disappointing of me… I don't remember the last time I treated you, I worshipped you." He thought out loud, and you pouted. "It's okay Suguru, don't think about it like that. Think about how you're gonna make it up to me." You stuck your tongue out, giggling.

It's the way he looks at you, like he's starving and you're delectable. It's the way his eyes are loud enough with their projection of love that it quiets the world down for you. It's the way Suguru Geto breathes, that makes you love him so much you'd break.

Right now, he's doing the same thing… being himself. Hands wandering to your sides and helping you wrap your legs around his waist as he walked towards the shared bedroom of the hotel. Leaning in and kissing you passionately, shoving his tongue just to show how much he's been deeply yearning. Admiration coated in every action. "So lucked out that I have you." He smiled to himself, kissing your forehead deeply once you were nestled into the succumbing softness of the mattress.

"Same," you grin back, watching him undress you with his eyes first, and then his hands followed. You mimicked the same movements.

"I can't handle the fucking hotness!" You whined, once he was left in his pants, upper body naked for you to devour. Suguru chuckled, heat rushing through his cheeks and core as he cupped your face, kissing you once again.

The thing about you and him is, Suguru is big. He's built like a bulky man. Stretched to 6'3'', broad shoulders that'd hold two of you, hands big enough you miss almost an inch if you were to compare his with yours. Yeah, Suguru was big and you were tiny. Something that only aided to you being subbier and smaller to him. Letting him manhandle and take all the control that he wants to.

"Who do you belong to, darling?" He cooed, watching you instantly answer. "You, forever and always."

It warms his heart when he hears that, spreading your damp pussy lips with his fingers and thrusting a finger into you. It's been… long. He knows it with the way you're clamping for dear life, just on his digit. "Sh-i-t," You croak out, while Suguru hushed you with a soft kiss, slowly moving his finger in and out of your pussy. Once he felt you had accepted his finger's girth, he inserted another one. "AH god-" You whined, mewling at the delicious stretch of his thick and long fingers being coated with your essence. "You want to make sweet love and you're so worked up with the fingers alone." He chuckled to himself, stretching you out so good, curling them against the familiar sensitive spot.

Your back arched, the way your pussy clamped as if she was a slave to his hands and cock.

"Oh she's close." He cooed, "Go on, cum for me then I can ruin you with me." He kissed your pelvis, holding it down as your orgasm raked through you, approaching fiercely and shuddering your body against him as waves of pleasure took over you. "Good girl. Good little girl." Suguru praised, riding it out for you. Once the orgasm's high settled, Suguru took out his fingers and suckled onto them, eyes never leaving yours.

"Want you, so bad!" You gasped out, pulling him closer to you by wrapping your legs around him, feeling the imprint of his cock into you. "Alright alright, impatient little girl." He smirks, pushing the tip of his pre-leaking cock into you in one swift stroke. Mean, Suguru Geto is mean sometimes… especially when he wants you to be scream at the stretch only he can give you. No one else, he wants your pussy to know only how he feels. Damn he's big, and when he pushes himself balls deep, your pussy is strained beyond its limit. "Shit- s- so big Sugu." You whimper out, tearing up at the ache.

"Ssh, it's okay darling. I'm still. Adjust to me, go on." Suguru patiently waits, kissing your face all over, leaning in and kissing your breasts, suckling onto your nipples while you clamped and waited for the pain to settle in.

"Move, please…" You glance at him now, doe-eyed and insatiable.

"Of course, took you some time to adjust to me huh? Tiny little baby." He smiles, thrusting into you without relent. Your womb stops him from going in any further, your insides torn apart deliciously at the feeling of being ploughed by him. "Oh- G- oh God," words fail you, the air choked out of your lungs with how good it hurts, with how pleasureful it feels.

Suguru's hand laced around your pelvis, pressing on it gently. "Got you," He smirks cockily, holding your hand and keeping it on your pelvis, enveloped by his own as he pressed.

A shrill scream filled the room, "Oh you can sense it, can't you sweetheart? Sense how deep I reach?" You moan at the pressure, pushing you closer and closer to the edge as you hopelessly nodded. Gasping and choking on air. "God yes, Sugu- AH please- oh my- g'nna," You whimpered, while Suguru was at a rhythmic pace now. Sometimes pulling all the way out and pushing back all the way in. He loved seeing you walk the rope between pleasure and pain.

"Good girl, with the way you're holding onto me, I can sense you're close." Suguru hummed, grounding you with his kisses, his spoiled little praises.

"Go on, show me how much you missed me."

"Just like (thrust) I (thrust) missed (thrust) this (thrust) pussy-" Suguru toppled off the edge right with you, painting your insides white with his warmth. "Oh god- fuck-"

You shudder, spasming around his cock and milking him further.

"That's it, I got you. I got you." Suguru reminded, leaning in and kissing you softly, tenderly, as if you'd break if he were to touch you wrong.

"I missed you, I missed this." He mused to himself, blushing a little at the sight of you fucked out and half-lidded. You nodded, still taking ragged breaths. "I love you"

"I love you too, Angel."

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peeponastick · 7 months

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Unraveled

Domme!Reader x Sub!Yuji Itadori

Word count: 2.5K of pure smut

Rating: Explicit NSFW 18+ Minors DNI

cw/tw: fem!reader, teasing, edging, orgasm control, overstimulation, cursing, dacyrphilia if you squint, oral sex (f. giving) & deepthroating, spit?, sweat, nipple/breast play, lots of dirty talk (Yuji is very vocal yummm), size kink?, not super hardcore BDSM or dom/sub dynamics but there are elements (if i had to label it, reader would be a pleasure/mommy domme/switch but she's really just a freaky lil' minx. no mommy/mama titles used!!!!), praise, use of pet names (sweet boy/pretty boy/good boy, etc), creampie.. phew I think that's it

Synopsis: just purely depraved smut someone help me that i wrote while taking a break from my Itachi fic. Yuji is such a sweet subby boy and reader thoroughly enjoys herself as she makes a mess of him.

This is my first time writing straight-up smut and my first Kinktober writing!! There's not enough Yuji smut out there and that's a damn shame bc muscular puppy boys make my brain go brrrr. I hope y'all enjoyyy <3

♡♡♡♡ Smutty smut smut right under the cut♡♡♡♡

Yuji let out a breathy gasp as your wet folds grazed ever so lightly against his oversensitive tip yet another time. Your pretty boy was sprawled out beneath you on the bed, gripping the satin sheets as he struggled to control himself. A wicked smile spread across your face seeing him like this, so desperate for you.

You had been playing with him for an hour already, languidly peppering kisses down his neck, broad chest, and chiseled ab muscles at a torturously slow pace. Your lingerie-clad figure hovering inches above him, the soft skin of your breasts rubbing against him as you made your way down. Making him squirm as you lightly dragged your nails down and up his v lines, teasingly getting closer and closer to his hardening erection.

He watched you with eager eyes, mind overrun with buzzing anticipation as you began to lightly stroke his cock, seductively looking up at him and licking your plump lips. That sight alone was too much for him as he tossed his head back against the bed, “Fuuuckk!” he moaned, his whole body tensing and flushing with heat as he tried to reconcile how badly he wanted more stimulation with the deliciousness of the sexual tension he felt pulsing through his veins. His head shot right back up to resume intently watching you, not wanting to miss a minute of the beautiful sight laid out in front of him.

“P-Please”

He knew it was early to start begging, but he couldn’t help himself. Every breath, look, and touch of yours drove him absolutely wild, and right now, he desperately wanted– needed more of you.

“Please, please, more,” his voice laced with sweet desperation. You paused, sitting on his thick, muscular thighs, your brow quirking at his brazen request.

A loving smile warmed your face, “So needy today, hmm my pretty boy?” your saccharine voice rang in his ears. He enthusiastically nodded, a pleading look in his puppy brown eyes, his hips tensing and bucking once at the lack of stimulation. “Ooh what a poor thing,“ you cooed, rubbing his sculpted chest.

You slowly leaned over him, arching your hips as you placed your hands on either side of his neck to bring your full breasts inches above his face. Your lace-covered, hard nipples gently brushed against his wanting lips and nose as you teasingly rocked back and forth.

Mesmerized by your body, he let out a soft moan as he fervently tried to latch onto your nipple. His mind went hazy with desire, his large, strong hands moving without his permission to firmly grab the plush of your hips. You let out a small gasp at the sensation of heat radiating from his palms against your skin.

You leaned down, bringing your lips a whisper away from his as you looked deeply into his lust-blown eyes. “I’ll give you more,” you purred against his lips, his fingertips digging into the tender flesh at the excitement of your words, “but no cumming,” a devious smile lit up your face as you licked his bottom lip to punctuate your order. Yuji let out a low groan from deep within him and you made your way back down to the center of his desire.

You took his fully hardened cock in your soft hands, resuming stroking it before you moved to lightly press a gentle kiss to his slit already leaking with sticky precum. His eyes were locked in on you, face twisted in divine pleasure and biting back his moans. But when you looked up at him, a sultry look in your eyes, as you began kissing lightly up and down his entire length, dragging your wet tongue along his cock between kisses, his eyebrows knit together as waves of white hot pleasure and desire flooded his senses, “Fuuckkk oh my god,” he cried out.

He was coming completely undone and you had barely done anything, but he didn’t care. All he could think about was you, how good you made him feel, how much he loved you, how amazing your pretty mouth would feel wrapped around him and taking all of his lengthy girth down your throat. He needed more.

As if you read his mind, you flicked your tongue along the base of his cock up to his frenulum, before taking the smooth head of his cock fully into your mouth. He whimpered, muscles shuddering with pleasure at the sudden warmth of your mouth, propping himself up on his elbows to get an even better view.

“Mmmh feels s-so goood,” he panted, watching you swirl your tongue around his length while looking up at him with a naughty smile before you took more of him into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you began passionately sucking. You hummed in enjoyment, sending vibrations through his cock that made his eyes momentarily roll back in ecstasy, and felt his thighs and lower abdomen flex as he was getting closer and closer to the edge.

You were in control, but your own lust was starting to unravel you as well. Your spreading wetness gathering between your smooth thighs, pussy clenching at the sight of the mess you were making of Yuji. His soft pink hair disheveled from his squirming, sweat dripping down his temples, over his prominent cheekbones, rolling down his neck to drip off his collar bones that framed his beautiful figure, his whole body heaving at every sensation your skillful tongue and lips created.

Your carnal appetite became insatiable, drunk on the sensual power you felt making him feel so good. You took his length all the way down your throat, swallowing around his pretty cock, before sliding him out of your mouth with a pop of your lips, your spit sloppily dripping off his length and down your chin onto your breasts. You continued deepthroating him, hungrily watching the pleasure overcome him as he whined, his hips bucking up to chase his high.

“Ahhh-haah fuuckkk!” he choked out a moan, “O-oh my god yess! Y-You make me, fuck-” he whimpered, “f-feel soo good,” eyes screwing shut at the overwhelming pleasure washing over him in heated waves. He could feel the pressure building at the base of his cock and in his lust-driven state, had completely forgotten what he was told. His primal urges controlling his body, he wanted more than anything to release the pressure building inside, to cum all over your beautiful face, chest, down your throat– anywhere, he just needed to cum.

Noticing him reaching the precipice of release, you pulled back, a sadistic glint in your smile as you stopped all stimulation making him desperately whimper. His sweet eyes looked at you with shock and confusion as he whined, “No, no, nooo pleasee y/n why, f-felt s-sooo good was so c-closee, pleease!”

You tsked, “Good boys listen to what they’re told,” you warned in a soft but stern voice, “you wanna be a good boy for me, don’t you?” your honey-sweet voice lilted.

“Yess!” he cried, tossing his head back against the pillow in pitiful frustration, tears of overstimulation flowing down his flushed cheeks.

“Poor baby,” you cooed as you began ghosting your fingertips down his lower abdomen and around the base of his rock-hard erection. His hips rut up against you as he let out a whine, desperate for more of your touch.

You crawled back over him, leaning down to give him a soft kiss at the edge of his pouty lips. His head perked up, noticing how close your soaking wet pussy was to the head of his cock. He looked up at you with half-lidded, innocent eyes, “Pleaseee I’ll be soo good,” his strong arms snaked up around you, large hands pawing at your hips and kneading the round of your ass, “just, mmneed more of you, fuck, I can’t-”

Whether it was his pleading words paired with the sweet look on his face, or the way his needy touch was making your pussy crave the feeling of being stretched by his thick cock, you decided to oblige.

Looking deep into his soft eyes, you leaned down to press your lips against his, pausing centimeters away to let a breathy moan whisper against his lips before he reached up to pull you into a passionate kiss.

You pulled back, sucking on his bottom lip, eliciting an excited moan from him. You slowly moved your hand down your curves to grab his hand that had made its home in the crease of your thigh, guiding him to the heat between your thighs. You rubbed his long fingers along your slit, indulging him in the knowledge of how badly you wanted him too.

“Shii-iiiit,” he hissed at the feeling of your burning arousal, his cock twitching with excitement. You brought his hand up from between your legs, his eyes captivated by the glossy wetness coating his fingers. You seductively locked eyes with him as you pulled his fingers closer to your face, wrapping your swollen lips around his pointer finger as you sucked your wetness off, a shuddering moan left his throat at the sight.

Yuji’s lust-glazed eyes looked up at you, “Mmm wan-wanna taste p-please,” lolling his tongue out obediently.

“Such a good boy,” you hummed with a smile, dropping his hand to let him savor the taste of you on his fingers, a look of elation on his face at receiving such a reward.

As he lapped up every drop, you began rocking your hips back and forth, arching your hips to position your pussy ever so close to the head of his weeping cock. Your slick-covered lips lightly brushed against his tip as you moved forward, making his breath hitch as he let out a strained moan.

His needy hands bruisingly gripped your hips before one began roaming your body, caressing your soft skin and pulling aside your lingerie to expose and fondle your breasts. You flashed him a sinful smile as you continued to tease your poor needy thing, his hips thrusting up in desperation anytime your wet pussy hovered close enough to touch.

Rolling your nipple with his thumb before he latched onto your breast with his supple lips, going back and forth between breasts, hungrily kissing and sucking as he moaned contently.

“Fuuckk baby” you mewled at the delicious sensations, the ache of desire in your lower abdomen becoming unbearable.

You rocked your voluptuous figure forward again, grazing your arousal-flushed lips against Yuji’s tip once more. On the return of your hips, you slowly slid the head of his eager cock inside your wet pussy, both of you let out ragged gasps and moans at the long-awaited sensation that sent white-hot pleasure pumping through your veins. You paused, relishing in the sinful stretch you felt just from his tip.

He panted, his muscular arms and shoulders flexing as he reached to grip your waist, cock throbbing as he desperately tried to fight the overwhelming urge to slam your hips down and indulge himself in the intoxicating feeling of your warm, wet pussy lips swallowing his entire length.

When neither of you could take it anymore, you sank your hips all the way down, burying his pulsing erection to the hilt between your tight walls. Your pussy squeezing him at the feeling of being so full. His eyes focusing on where you two were connected, enamored by the sight of his cock disappearing inside you.

You spread your palms across his firm chest as you began slowly riding him, almost letting the tip pop out before you sheathed his engorged cock deep within you again, your eyes transfixed on the mess of a man beneath you.

“F-Fuckkkkk, y/n” a throaty whine leaving him as his eyes screwed shut, mouth agape as he tossed his head back in ecstasy.

He looked up at you with a dazed expression, “Holy fuckk, fee-feels so fucking good,” his words fumbling between breathless moans, “mmmh I-I love, I love y-you so much,” his sweet voice drawled.

You smiled affectionately, leaning down to press gentle kisses from his pink cheek to the corner of his lips, “I love you too, sweet boy,” your silken voice danced against his lips as you pressed your plump lips to his. He kissed you back, fire pooling in his lower abdomen at your words and kisses as your pussy milked his cock, he nipped at your lower lip as you pulled back.

His hands grasped your hips firmly as he began thrusting up into you, unable to withstand the torturous pace at which you were riding him any longer. You gasped, a strangled moan coming from deep within you at the rippling shockwaves of pleasure his pounding cock sent through your body.

“Fuuuckkk, like that baby ooh m-my god,” you sobbed wantonly, your breasts bouncing as he relentlessly fucked up into your pussy. A coil beginning to form deep in your core as he pounded you from below, unhinged in his desire to pleasure you and chase his own high, both of you moaning in combined euphoria. His throbbing cock massaged your g-spot with each thrust, his hand moving to rub circles around your pulsing clit with his slender fingers.

You felt the coil tightening in your lower abdomen, your bodies both tensing at the nearness of release. Your brows knit together in bliss as you looked down at your pretty boy, pleasure painting his face with determination to make you cum before he went over the edge, the pressure at the base of his erection building with every thrust.

You tilted his chin up, making him look into your eyes, “Cum with me, my good boy,” you breathlessly commanded, feeling lightheaded as you began teetering on the edge of your climax. Yuji’s pupils dilated with pure lust and desire, your words releasing the floodgates of restraint, his pace mercilessly quickening, dragging curses and screaming moans out of your chest.

Your aching cunt clenched around him as your orgasm exploded out of you, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he let out an exasperated cry, thrusting one final time as deep inside you as he could. Stilling as his cock spasmed, emptying the contents of his heavy balls deep inside your pussy, filing you up, your pulsing pussy milking him for every last drop.

He held you there for several moments as the electricity continued coursing through the both of you. Your bodies connected as one, his warm cum filling your pussy to the brim, your sweat dripping down to combine with the sheen of sweat covering his body, pooling in the lines of his carved muscles as you both panted with exhaustion.

His hands tiredly dropped down to your thighs as he let out a satisfied groan, “FUCK, that was amazing,” a beaming smile on his face. You moved to slide him out of your abused pussy, teasingly dropping down the length of his sensitive cock one last time to make him hiss with overstimulation and smack your ass as you giggled.

You tossed your spent body down next to him, snuggling up to his sprawled figure. He hummed lovingly as he pulled you closer to him, pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead. Two lovers, connected as one heaping pile of sweaty flesh and tangled limbs, peacefully drifted off to sleep together.

If you read this far, thank you so much!! I hope you liked it ♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎

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whrsmym1nd · 10 months

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his little bonnie

miguel o’hara x f!reader

warnings: breeding kink (go brrrr), unprotected piv, fingering, praise and degradation

Miguel just had a tough day at work. Having to work overtime, having another problem with the spider-verse, and had another disagreement about Miles. But his gloomy mood would automatically change for the better as he returned back home to see you. He walked inside your shared bedroom discreetly, you were absolutely breath-taking even when you didn't have to try so hard. You rummaged through your wardrobe until a pair of muscular arms were wrapped around your waist, making you jolt from Miguel's sudden appearance.

“Hi, Miggy.”

Miguel nuzzled his nose against your neck, inhaling your sweet scent before placing a soft kiss on your pulse point. "Mi amor, you look so beautiful today," he whispered into your ear, his voice low and husky. "I missed you so much." He tightened his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest.

“How was your day, Migs?”

Miguel sighed and leaned his forehead against yours. "It was tough, but seeing your beautiful face always makes everything better," he said, his eyes softening as he looked at you. "How was your day, darling?" he asked, his hand caressing your cheek gently.

“It was okay…Just drew some stuff, s’ all”

Miguel smiled, "That's great, baby. I'm glad you had a productive day," he said before brushing his lips against yours.

"I have a surprise for you, cariño," he said, his eyes sparkling mischievously. "I want you to take off your clothes and lay on the bed. I have something special planned for us tonight."

Your eyes widened at his words. You followed his order and stripped as Miguel watched intently as you undressed, his eyes darkening with desire as he took in your naked form. He licked his lips hungrily and quickly undressed himself, revealing his muscular body. He crawled onto the bed and hovered over you, his hand trailing down your body. "You look so beautiful, darling," he whispered before capturing your lips in a fiery kiss.

Miguel pulled back from the kiss, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he looked down at you. "Now, now, my little bunny," he said, his voice dripping with seduction. "Just relax and let me take care of you." He leaned down and trailed hot kisses down your neck, leaving hickeys in his wake. He reached your breasts and took one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it until it hardened. His hand trailed down your body and he slipped two fingers inside you, pumping them slowly.

Holding back a moan, you said “So what’s your surprise, Miggy?”

Miguel chuckled against your breast, his fingers still moving slowly inside you. "Patience, my love," he murmured before trailing kisses down your stomach. He spread your legs wide and settled between them, his tongue flicking over your clit. "I'm going to make you feel so good, bebita," he murmured before diving back in, his tongue moving in circles over your sensitive nub.

All you could let out was curse words followed by moans and gasps. Miguel continued to pleasure you with his tongue, his fingers still pumping inside you. He could feel your body tense up as you approached your peak, and he pulled away, denying you release. "Not yet, mi amor," he said, a devious smirk on his face. He crawled back up your body and positioned himself at your entrance. "Are you ready for me, cariño?" he asked before pushing his cock inside you, filling you completely. He started a slow and steady rhythm, his hips moving in sync with yours.

“Mig-fuck- Miguel! You know how impatient i get! P-please just tell me your surprise!” Miguel chuckled, his hips still moving steadily. "Alright, alright, I'll tell you," he said before leaning down and whispering in your ear. "I want to breed you, cariño. I want to fill you up with my seed and make you mine completely," he said, his voice low and possessive. He quickened his pace, his cock slamming into you with more force. "Do you want that, my love?" he asked, his eyes locking with yours.

“Wanna put babies in you…Watch you wiggle around with your plump stomach, carrying my baby. Wanna suck on your swollen tits, drink your milk. Wanna make you my lil’ mama.” he whispered into your ear. Miguel's words sent shivers down your spine, and you couldn't help but moan in response. "Yes, Miggy, I want that," you gasped out, your body on fire with need. "I want to carry your babies, be your little mama." You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him in even closer. "Please, fill me up," you begged, your eyes pleading with his.

He grabbed your legs around his waist, bent them and placed them on your chest. “C-can feel you in my stomach!” Miguel's eyes darkened with desire as he watched you, his hips moving faster and harder. "That's it, my little slut," he growled. "Take all of me. Feel me in your stomach." He said as he pressed on the bulge forming on your stomach. He leaned down and captured your lips in a heated kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth. He could feel his release building up, and he knew he was close. He pulled back from the kiss and looked down at you, his eyes filled with love and lust. "I'm going to come inside you, cariño," he said, his voice husky. "I'm going to fill you up with my seed and make you mine forever." He pounded into you a few more times before spilling his hot release inside you, his body trembling with pleasure.

He toyed with your clit as he came, making you cum with him. He pulled out, making his spent seep out of your abused hole. Miguel watched as his release seeped out of you as you clenched around nothing, a satisfied smirk on his face. He leaned down and licked it up, his tongue lapping at your folds. "Mmm, you taste so good, cariño," he murmured before crawling back up your body. He pulled you into his arms, holding you close. "I love you so much, mi amor," he whispered, his lips brushing against yours. "I'll always take care of you."

“I love you, too…but u don’t feel full enough, Migs. I think i need more of your cum in me,” Miguel smirked, his eyes glinting with desire. "Is that so, bonnie?" he asked before flipping you over onto your stomach. He positioned himself behind you, his hands gripping your hips tightly. "I'll give you more, my little slut," he growled before slamming back into you. He pounded into you with renewed vigor, his hips moving faster and harder. His hands trailed up your back and tangled in your hair, pulling your head back as he continued to ravage you.

You bit into the pillow as he fucked you in an animalistic pace. You felt my organs move around with every single thrust of his hips. Miguel could feel his release building up again, and he knew he was close. He leaned down and whispered in your ear, his voice filled with lust. "Are you ready for more of my seed, mi bonnie?" he asked before biting down on your earlobe. He slammed into you a few more times before spilling his hot release inside you once again, his body trembling with pleasure. He collapsed onto the bed beside you, pulling you into his arms. "I love you so much, mi amor," he said, his voice soft and loving. "You're mine forever."

As you layed on his chest calmly, you felt his hands reaching lower. His fingers collected his cum and pushed them back inside your sensitive pussy. “Gotta make sure it’s all in there.” he explained.

Miguel's fingers pushed his cum back inside you, making sure that you were completely filled with his seed. He leaned down and kissed your forehead, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. He pulled you closer to him, holding you tight. "I love you, my little bonnie."

#miguel ohara smut #fanfic #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderverse #miguel fanfic #miguel o’hara smut #atsv smut

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eddiebun · 2 years

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a hc where eddie fucks you silly before cheerleading practice and as you walk down the hallway he calls out “don’t forget to clean up princess, don’t want the others to see my cum dripping down your thighs now do we?”

jesus christ help me

brain goes brrrr

you’d be going at it in the janitors closet like you hadn’t seen each other in weeks, that was just the kind of sex you bought out in each other when put in a risky situation— only one unlocked door away from getting caught.

he had you pinned up against the wall, knocking some brooms and cleaning supplies over but as if you cared, the only thing you could think about right now was how deep eddie’s cock was inside you, you felt like you could feel him in your damn throat and it was making you dizzy, cockdrunk.

“n-nghh! e-eddie fuck!” you squealed before hearing a hand covering your mouth, pushing your head back against the wall, “i know, i know but—ah! shit.. mmh, you can take it.” he rasped out.

after countless and pathetic muffled moans against his sweaty palm you were soon reaching another orgasm, clenching around his length which had him squeezing his eyes shut and his hips stuttering wildly.

he’d soon follow your release with the help of your cooing encouragements and pretty begging for all his cum, “wan’ keep it inside, please let me have it, mh— need it.” you whimpered out brokenly.

he’d be grunting and cursing against your shoulder as he filled you to the brim, not wasting a single drop, only stilling his hips when he felt himself get sensitive.

“mmh, that was so hot.” you giggled, gripping onto his hands to stable yourself, going to put your panties back on under your cheer skirt but feeling them being plucked out of your grasp and placed into his pocket once he had his clothes fixed.

opening the closet door but not before saying one last thing before you had the whole school to perform in front of,

“don’t forget to clean up now, okay princess? don’t want the others to see my cum dripping down your thighs now do we? hmm?” tone condescending and a dumb smug smile tugging at his lips.

#fairy drabbles 🤍#eddie munson smut #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #stranger things #stranger things smut

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emmymaehereeeeee · 2 years

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austin helping you study for finals and edging you underneath the table BRRRR

— 🕊

oh lord have mercy

word count: 1,084

thank you to @shes-nott-me for helping me out on this piece! If you haven’t already, go check out her works right now!! :)

You had dreaded this moment since the start of the semester, that time being finals. Notebooks, sticky notes, flash cards and pencils were all askew atop the table. You were copying down something from the textbook when Austin pressed a kiss to your neck. “Hey, angel.” You hummed in response not fully acknowledging his presence, “Doll, hey- I’m talking to you.” You turned your head away from your textbook, “There’s my girl.” He smiled happily. “Can you please help me with this?” You held up the stack of flash cards, he grabbed them and flipped through them.

“Human anatomy?” He chuckled, “Nice.” He held up the picture on the back of the card, you leaned on your hand staring at it, “C’mon, angel, you’ve got this.” You sighed, knowing good and well you had no earthly idea what the hell the squiggly lines were supposed to be. “Umm, kidney?” Your voice sounded unsure. Austin flipped the card around, “Small intestine? What the hell, that doesn’t even look like a small intestine!” You buried your face in your hands.

“Hey you drew the pictures.” Austin retorted, you grumbled in response. A few moments later you picked your head up to stare at him, a mischievous smirk played across his lips, “Maybe you need a little incentive to get you going.” You felt your face grow hot, your tongue felt heavy in your mouth. “Don’t get all shy on me, sweet girl. Hear me out at least?” He held your chin gently in between his thumb and his pointer finger. Your eyes were locked in a semi- permanent gaze with his, “Spread your legs for me.” You pulled your legs apart and Austin’s slender fingers made their way to hem of your panties. “This alright doll?” You bobbed your head up and down, “Now here is my proposition to you, you get an answer right-“ he slid two fingers inside of you curling them in a come biter motion. “You’ll get rewarded- you get it wrong-“ He pulled his fingers out of you, causing you to whimper at the sudden loss of contact. “You don’t get what you want.” He brought his fingers up to your mouth, “Open.” He tapped your bottom lip, you opened your mouth allowing him to slide his fingers in, “Sound like a deal?” You bobbed your head up and down, “Such a good girl.” He pulled his fingers out of your mouth wiping the salvia off on his pant leg he picked up a flash card. You tried to rub your legs together to ease the pressure between your legs, Austin swatted at your legs, “Uh-Uh, none of that.” He held the card up showing you the picture.

“Heart?” You replied, Austin nodded his head and smiled. He slid two fingers into your dripping cunt. “Hah- fuck.” You mumbled out.

“Look at you, already cursing and I’ve barely gotten started with you.” He chuckled, making your skin burn with embarrassment. He slowly curled his fingers inside of you causing you to shift your body closer to him. He set the card off to the side exchanging it for a new one.

“Gallbladder?” He continued to curl his fingers deeper into you. “Smart girl.” He mumbled.

“Sp-Spleen?” He withdrew his fingers from you, “N-no, uh lymph nodes!” You cried out.

“Hm, sadly that’s the wrong answer, angel.” He rested his ring clad hand on your leg, with his free hand he held up another picture.

“K-Kidney? Please Aus.” You gripped his wrist and pushed it toward your pussy. “Uh-Uh, remember our deal.” He smirked, slowly inserting his fingers into you.

“F-fuck Austin!” You held tightly onto his wrist, “Deeper please.” He listened to your pleads, but only for a moment.

“What’s the function of the spleen, doll?” He asked, continuously slamming his fingers into your dripping heat. Your mind grew foggy, Austin awaited your answer. “Answer me!” He growled.

“It- It fights invading germs!” Your head fell back, “Hah- fuck!” You clenched around his fingers, “AUSTIN!” You screamed his name out, his thumb teasing your clit now.

“Not the full answer I was looking for.” He chuckled, gaining some type of sick enjoyment from seeing you all worked up. He pulled his fingers out of you, “Again, function of the spleen?” Your lungs burned, tears were rolling down your cheeks, “I dunno, please Austin. Please need your fingers!” Austin shook his head, “Function of the spleen.” He teased your clit applying gentle pressure.

“Fights invading germs, uh FILTERS THE BLOOD.” You screamed the last part. Austin pushed his fingers into you, “Oh shit!” You mumbled.

“Good, such a good girl for me.” He mumbled, watching how his fingers made you squirm. “My smart little girl.” He groaned at the sight of you pushing yourself back onto his fingers, “So fucking needy.” He glanced back over to the stack of cards, “Kidney- definition.” “Cleanse the blood of toxins and- and then turn waste into- into urine- fuck me, oh Jesus!” You were writhing under his touch.

“Doing such a good job for me, my smart little girl.” He mumbled. You lifted your head up to look at him, your eyes were hooded but you could clearly see that his were filled with lust. “Maybe I should fuck you, since you’re doing such a good job.” He groaned at the feeling of your walls clenching around his fingers. “Please please please.” You whimpered out, the smell of sex filled the air, Austin continued to go deeper adding another finger into the mix. The new addition to your already throbbing pussy sent you over the edge. “Jesus fucking-“

“Christ!” Austin finished your sentence for you, watching as your legs shook. He hit down on his lip. The thought that he made your body feel that good well it made his cock rock hard. “Shit.” He said breathlessly.

You slowly came back to your senses, “Mm, Jesus.” You slowly pushed your self back into an upright position. You stared at the flash cards then back at Austin. “Think you’ll remember the terms?” He asked, rubbing his hand on his pant leg.

You shook your head no, “I think I’ll need another study session, with your help of course.” You smiled slyly at him.

“Whatever it takes to get you to pass baby girl, we’ll do it.” He pulled you in and crashed his lips into yours. In the end you passed your final not all but partially due to Austin’s many many study sessions with you.

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cometcon · 7 months

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I uh... I did it again. XD My brain has been going brrrr over this fucking GORGEOUS artwork by @zunkome2 on Xitter (click the view on Twitter button to see their art) and it inspired me to write fanfic of it. I love this art so fucking much!!!! I hope I can keep practicing and be as good as them one day. :D

So yeah, I could not stop thinking about this and I love that Blitz is canonically such a horse-girl, and I can totally see Striker realising and using that to his advantage in trying to draw Blitz in and hopefully get him on his side.

Anyway, my brain decided it was time to take like 5 hours of my day on and off making me try to write this to the best of my current ability. Enjoy. XD

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Blitz was in Heaven.

An ironic descriptor, considering their actual location, but picking a better one would have been impossible right then; especially with a hellhorse nuzzling his chest ever so gently in search of another rawhide strip. Her mouth may have appeared vicious - and technically yes, that Lovecraftian maw was capable of crushing flesh and bone to mush in a single bite - but the non-business parts were also far softer to the touch than anyone less familiar with the creatures might expect.

"Sorry. I'm all out," he murmured regretfully, giving the beautiful beast a scratch on her forehead as she shoved her muzzle into his other hand. He had to take a small step backward however when she suddenly whipped her head up and to the side with a greeting whinny. Strange. What was that abou-

"Lot of others would've lost a limb for that." The unexpected voice made Blitz tense, tail shooting straight out behind him in surprise before curling tightly, an embarrassed flush rising to his cheeks. He peered around the hellhorse's neck, praying his mortification wouldn't be obvious to the cowboy now leaning against his mount's side. How the fuck had he arrived without him noticing? Striker plucked the wheat stalk from between his teeth and smirked. "She likes you."

Blitz coughed awkwardly and began backing away, mind and mouth both rapidly trying and failing to come up with a believable excuse for his actions. "I was just- uh… I was looking for… We had them at the circus, see, and I thought maybe- Strips are really good for their teeth, you kn- I mean of course you'd know that! I just-" Striker's eyebrows had been climbing steadily higher beneath the brim of his hat the longer Blitz waffled on, and in desperation he found himself resorting to a ridiculous escape route he hadn't used since he was nine years old. "Ah, I think I hear Luna calling me! Coming Loonie!"

He skittered across the corral and clambered over the fence, cheeks burning hot as he cursed himself silently. Why had he turned into such a blathering idiot in front of the one person he'd actually hoped to impress this weekend? Blitz knew a ruthless killer when he met them and Striker was clearly I.M.P material. After a pathetic show like that though, there was no way he would want to-

The ground under his boots had begun to vibrate while he fumed, faintly at first, then increasing to a thundering roll. He instinctively darted to the side and kept walking, expecting whoever it was to just barrel past him at the reckless speed they seemed to be going. But his path was abruptly cut off by a fiery grey mass, Striker expertly bringing his mount from full canter to a standstill in a cloud of dust. He swung her around to stand side-on so he could look down at the choking imp, that shit-eating grin Blitz was quickly becoming familiar with exposing a gleaming gold fang to the sunlight.

"Pretty sure your hound went bean-pickin' with the rest an hour ago," Striker commented, leaning forward to rest an arm on the pommel, free hand tapping his thigh absentmindedly, "Since you got so much free time to burn, how 'bout you come help me check the fences? Got a few posts loose on the South end thanks to that pesky varg pack last night." The hellhorse shuffled under him, pawing at the dirt and snapping her jaws a little at the mention of vargs. "Bombproof wouldn't mind catching a few either, I bet. Maybe you'll get to see her on the hunt."

"Oh, uh…" Perhaps he hadn't completely blown his chances after all? Striker certainly wasn't behaving like he thought Blitz a dithering moron, literally chasing him down to offer another opportunity to spend more time together and bond with Bombproof. What an incredible name for a hellhorse… No, focus! He could salvage this. He just had to pull himself together and show what a great prospect his group would be compared to farm work in the boonies. Preferably without turning into a rambling mess this time. He forced a nonchalant shrug. "Sure, why not?"

Striker slipped his boot free of the stirrup, hand extending in clear invitation. Blitz's brain stuttered, immediately dropping every part of his own peptalk as it dawned on him what the other had actually meant.

"What, you plannin' on walkin' there? It's miles of Wrath terrain. C'mon Blitz, I don't bite," Striker drawled, head tilting as his eyes took on a knowing glint, "Unless you ask nicely."

Well that decided it. Blitz was reaching for the proffered hand before he could second-guess himself, so caught up in his whirling thoughts Striker had to correct which foot the distracted imp tried mounting with. Blitz didn't have long to stew in his humiliation at least, preoccupied by the ease of how he was hauled into the saddle, hands directed to grip the pommel while the taller demon reached around him to grasp the reins. Striker nudged his leg out of the way, retaking the stirrup and leaving Blitz to squeeze Bombproof's sides tightly with his thighs as she responded to her rider. A moment later they were galloping down the driveway, wind whipping past their faces and her powerful form surging below them.

Blitz was wrong. His time in the corral had been a beautiful experience, but still only comparable to Earth at best.

Now he was in Heaven.

And he never wanted to fall.

#helluva boss #striker helluva boss #helluva boss blitz #blitzø #striker x blitz helluva boss #striker x blitz #blitz x striker #striker x blitzo #blitzo x striker #blitzstrike #fanfic #my writing #i haven't written blitz before so sorry if i haven't quite grasped his voice and speech patterns yet #i'll work on it

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kirbyskisses · 2 years

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kirby’s kinktober (twenty)

overstimulation//sen kaibara

kaibara appreciates how he can make your swollen cunt twitch, dripping on his spinning finger.

“fuck baby. are you already crying?” he smirks at your face, eyes scrunched with embarrassment to hold back the hot, sweet tears he’s causing. his finger spins and gyrates between your grinding hips, his quirk operating like a max-level vibrator.

he smirks at your tears, how your trembling at just one finger being inside you. it takes almost nothing to make you cum because you’re so sensitive and needy.

“s-sen!” you sniffle, making an inhuman sound when he added the same type of vibrational power to his thumb, which attacks your clit with a powerful “brrrr.”

“mhm? what’s the matter, princess?”

you sob, shaking your head furiously unable to make words as you grab his wrist. but he only takes it as a challenge to keep going and kisses your cheek from behind before upping his quirk to a level of vibration you hadn’t thought possible.

“nnngh! s-sen! sen - can’t! i can’t!” you through back your head against his shoulder before his free hand pushes you back down by the hair.

“i’ll tell ya what you can’t do. you can’t take your eyes off this shivering little cunt until ‘m done.~” he laughs kissing your cheek as he makes you watch his pretty finger stuff your little lips open while working circles over your clit with the pad of his thumb.

“y-you’re gonna...make me c-cum!” you cry, kicking like a little kid.

“that’s the point.” he smiles, kissing your cheek with softness and adoration. you don’t have time to respond before your brought to climax.

you stop to breath after, his finger finally stopping so he can take them to his mouth.

“you taste so sweet. now what do we say when i make you cum?”

your thighs are trembling as you whisper out a “‘say thank you, senny.”

“good, was it too much, baby?” he pets your hair with a smile that helps you regain some sense of calm. you nod, skin still hot.

“but you didn’t need your word, did you? not even a little, little bit.”

“n-no, senny. jus’ felt too good…” you look at his adoring black eyes, unable to tell they’re planning something.

“good. cuz guess what, baby girl?” his eyes twist into something more devious before he kisses your lips softly.

“daddy’s gonna do it again.”

you make a high pitched squeal on his lap, hips waving back and forth as his thumb spins against your clit once more.

you kick your feet again, trying to tighten tighten your thighs instinctually until he forces your legs to stay open by pushing his shaking thigh between them.

your second orgasm tumbles out of you before you’ve fully registered the first and your last thought is cursing yourself for forgetting how his quirk affects every part of his body, before your mind goes numb.

“i wonder what’s it’s like to have a vibe on the inside baby? will it make you squirt to put basically a wand on your g-spot?” he smirks and your eyes see two of his fingers twist at max power, rather than just the one he had in you before.

“why don’t we find out?”

by the time he’s done, you’re too fucked out to even remember.

but the cum-stained sheets and the wetness on his hand and pant legs are answer enough.

#oh really forgettable character with the drippiest fit and the ‘drippiest’ quirk 😏#sen kaibara #sen kaibara x reader #smut #kirby’s kinktober #mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha smut #bnha smut

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rock-n-onyx · 1 year

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@silvercaptain24 you asked and you shall receive. Brought to you from the doc named 'hahahah angst sillies go brrrr wars + twi'

Wars huffed and panted. There was a moment of silence before the howling of the wolfos caught up to him once more. With a groan of annoyance and tiredness, he took off once more. These cursed dogs have been following him for the better part of the day, separating him from the group. Everytime he tries to backtrack back to where they last met, the wolfos would herd him away again.

He was getting sick and tired of this game of cat and mouse. Monster and hero? Didn’t matter, he wanted to rest damnit. He clutched his still bleeding arm in one hand, sweat tickling his neck as he ran through the forest, the thundering of too big paws right behind him. He risked a glance behind him and saw the monstrous dogs right on his heels.

He yelped and ran faster as teeth reached out lightning fast to snag his scarf, leaving a small tear as he yanked it out of its grip. “Hey watch the cape! It doesn’t wash easily you know!” He yelled. He whirled around and brandished his sword in his non bleeding hand, the other slowly dripping blood onto the ground.

He swung, catching one of them off guard and making it disappear into a plume of purple smoke. Good, not infected. He watched the rest warily, ready to swing his blade at the slightest hint of movement. They stood still, watching him with their coal black eyes. All at once they lunged, teeth bared in a nasty snarl and claws ready to rip him to shreds.

He backpedaled, desperate to not catch any of the teeth or claws out to get him. One of the wolfos lunged further than the rest, practically bodying him into a nearby tree. His head snapped back, connecting with the bark with a sickening crack. His vision flared white and his ears rang like bells.

He slumped to the ground, vision wavering. His sword rolled out of his lax grip as blood trickled down his face, obscuring his vision. He heard a snarl and braced himself for the attack, arms raised weakly to defend himself. A yelp cried out, then more snarling and then... quiet. He raised his head, trying to blink the blood out of his eyes.

All he saw was a blood covered muzzle and he tensed, swinging out his arm in an attempt to hit the wolfos in front of him. A surprised yelp and then a flash of black. A placating hand on his shoulder made him flinch, looking up to find Twilight looking back at him, worry in his eyes. That's weird, when did he get here?

“Been tracking you for a while now, cap. How’re you feelin’?” Twilight's voice was garbled, like he was underwater. He felt like he was underwater, he was wet. Why was he wet? He raised a hand to his head, pulling it back and seeing red. Huh, weird. A bottle was shoved into his hands and he stared at it dumbly. It was red and viscous, it smelled sweet though.

Twilight sighed and took it back, lifting it up to his lips. “Drink, capn’. You’ve banged your head pretty hard, you need to take the potion.” Oh, okay. He could do that. He blanched at the taste though as soon as it hit his tongue. He turned his head away, but the rancher stubbornly lifted the bottle once more. “I know it tastes horrible Wars, but you gotta drink.”

Reluctantly he slowly drank the potion, if only not to drown in it. He could feel the warmth radiate through his body as his wounds stitched themselves together again. All of the sudden he felt immensely tired. His eyes drooped and his head sagged against Twi’s chest. The rancher wrapped his arms around him and pulled him to his chest, hugging him close. His eyes finally shut as he fell asleep with a content sigh.

#writing #lu wars #lu twilight #linked universe #angst #prompted

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thegreencanary · 2 years

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Come back to me Baby

Paring: Fem Reader x Eddie Munson

Based on this request!

TW: Drugs, Needles, Mentions of Depression, Suicidal Tendencies/Trying to Unalive, Cursing, Drinking, Very heavy topics. Minors DNI. Please, Please, Please take these seriously. Mental health first Babes. ❤️🖤❤️

Summary: You’re dealing with a lot of depression and you don’t want to burden your friends or your boyfriend with it. Eddie has some things that could help you, but he doesn’t want you to use any of it. One day you just get too tired to keep going and you try it anyways.

This gave me serious Violet and Tate vibes so that’s why I used that gif.

Brrrr…brrrrr…brrrrr…brrr

Your phone kept ringing but it wasn’t enough to make you get out of bed. Someone would get it downstairs probably, but you didn’t really care. Currently you were spiraling because getting out of bed seemed impossible but you needed to get in the shower 15 minutes ago to get ready for a date. The bed was just so god dang warm and hiding under the covers kept you bolted in place. Tears swelled in your eyes as the feeling of failure washed over you when you realized there was no way you could shower and be ready in time now.

“Honey! Eddie is on his way!”

Your mom called up, it was probably him who called the house. He always called before he came to get you, it was really sweet. You didn’t want him to worry about you, and it was too late to cancel and take another depression nap so you got out of bed, took a body shower and got ready. The hair definitely had to be up because it looked like garbage. Giant sweatshirt for comfort and a pair of flare jeans. You actually looked pretty cute but what the mirror showed you made you want to vomit. The bed called to you, begging you to come back, but you couldn’t. You stared at yourself in the mirror and forced a smile until it looked natural. You had to fake it.

The sound of Eddie cheesing it up with your family downstairs pulled you from your fog and the smile was placed perfectly as you headed downstairs. Eddie lot up and wrapped you up in a hug. You smelled the cologne he used to cover up the stench of weed. He must have made some deals today.

“Hellloooooooo?”

You came back from disassociating to Eddie waving his hand in your face.

“Hmm?”

“You okay?”

“Mmhm. Just tired.”

You flashed a smile and his eyes seemed to linger for a doubtful moment but he shrugged and headed out to his van with you behind him.

Things went on like that for a few months. He’d pick up that you were somewhere else mentally here and there but life was just hiding how alone you truly felt. Slowly, you stopped going out as much, you started sleeping more and more; but you gave good reasons and no one really noticed. But today was different. Waking up felt like a curse, you begged whatever power was in the sky to let you fall back asleep forever. Breakfast was full of small arguments with your family so you decided to go for a walk, where you got yelled at by cyclists for hogging the path. Everything was piling up all day and you just wanted an escape.

Evening came and you found yourself at Eddie’s trailer. The key he gave you burned a hole in your pocket, Wayne and Eddie were gone..but you were there for something Eddie wouldn’t be happy about. Taking a deep breath you walked in and found Eddie’s special stash. There wasn’t much in it, he must have taken some for a drug run tonight. The pot was close but something else caught your eye. The pills. You didn’t know what pill did what, but you didn’t care. There was no doubt in your mind if you took a handful it would fix your problems permanently.

“One little princess dancing all alone. Where the darkness takes her, no one really knows. Falling so fast and falling all alone. One little princess can’t find her home…”

A soft hum left your lips as you prepared. Part of you wanted to write a note, but that felt cliché. Walking around Eddie’s room there was a pang of guilt. He would be so upset when you were gone, but he was strong. You took the guitar pick necklace he gave you for your birthday and set it on his bed. That was a note enough. Heading to the bathroom, you figured the floor of the shower would be the easiest clean up for Wayne when he found your body.

“Baby don’t ever touch this stuff. I’m sorry, it’s really good money but I don’t want you ever getting involved in it.”

Eddie’s warning replayed in the back of your mind. The first time you found the harder drugs. Before you became what you are now. Before…depression, anxiety, rage and everything. Hot tears flowed down your face as you forced the pills down your throat.

A moment. It was one pure moment of unadulterated bliss. Good God you wanted to live in that moment forever. Becoming and addict made a lot of sense to you now. As fast as the moment came, it left and then came the dread. The pain, and the feeling of rot settling into your soul. You screamed out but it was muted by the vomit trying to leave your body. You kept it in, knowing If you puked it would ruin your plan. Every muscle in your body began to seize. Your vision went black but the last thing you felt was a pair of arms wrap around you.

Cold water rocked your body as a haze settled over your brain. There was a muffled yelling noise, you couldn’t quite make it out yet. The feeling of fingers being shoved down your throat forced your stomach to churn. You tried to wiggle out of it but the pills came back up and washed down the drain with the rest of the contents of your stomach.

“Come on baby, one more. I need you to stay with me, you can’t leave me. Not like this. I need you, please come back to me.”

Eddie. He was saving your life. Regret and dread filled your soul as you allowed him to make you throw up one more time. There were soft sobs in the air, and until you took a deep breath; you didn’t realize it was you crying. The shower was drenching the both of you but Eddie was holding you close.

“I’m here. I’m right here. It’s gonna be okay. I’m right here.”

He rocked you like that for a while. Eventually, he turned the shower off and picked you up; taking you to his room. You were in and out of sleep as he got you out of the wet clothes and put you into some of his dry ones.

“I’m sorry.”

You whispered as he laid next to you in his bed. Eddie pulled you closed and kissed your forehead.

“We don’t have to talk about it right now. Just stay with me tonight.”

You could tell he was distraught but there was no energy left in you to comfort him. Sleep took you while his soft tears could be heard fading away in the background.

The next morning, well more like mid afternoon, you woke to soft guitar strumming. The movement of you waking halted Eddie’s playing and he was by your side immediately.

“Hey Y/N. How ya feeling babe?”

A soft groan made him smile softly and the memories of last night flooded your brain. Pulling the sheets over your head you apologized.

“I’m so so so sorry Eddie. I didn’t know what I was doing. I shouldn’t have put you-“

Eddie cut you off by pulling down the sheets and kissing you.

“Stop. I’m glad I was there to help you. You need to lean on me. I’m not going anywhere. You have to talk to me baby. I know you’re not doing well. I want to help. I love you, please don’t shut me out.”

Fresh tears sprung from your swollen eyes. You didn’t deserve this man.

“I…it’s just so hard. It’s so hard. I don’t want to be a burden!! You’re doing so well and I don’t want to bring you down.”

“You are never a burden to me. You will never be a burden to me. I will tell you that every god damn day if I have to. Y/N you were with me at my lowest, during the whole Chrissy thing and you stayed with me in the hospital when I was dying. You didn’t give up on me. You saved my life, you brought me back. Let me try to be there for you.”

You threw yourself into his arms as much as you could in the bed. Now the pair of you were crying but it felt a little less heavy for you. The weight of the world got a little lighter.

“I’ll try. It…it won’t be easy for me.”

“I just want you to try. That’s all I can ask you to do.”

He smiled softly.

“Okay.”

He spent the whole day making you laugh, smile and feel safe. You weren’t close to being cured, but you had taken a big step in recovery. Eddie was going to help you through this. You weren’t alone, and that was all that mattered right now.

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The end! Thanks for your patience!!

As always, constructive and nicely worded criticism is welcome!! I hope y’all liked it!!

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#1 When The Knives In My Heart Twist

Vincent x Reader! My first fic! More chapters incoming. 2k words here. Self-indulgence go brrrr. Oh and reader is not fine in the head. This is literally called Vincent x Morally fucked in my files. Changed the part Bo fucks up to spark plugs instead of fan belt purely for plot I admit.

TW:

Canon typical violence Mentions of physical and verbal abuse. Also I suck at spelling.

Mentions of the nasties

--- New face in town ---

Great. Just great! Your spark plugs have mysteriously disappeared overnight from your car while you and your partner slept. Now to start the day, you have been verbally abused and slapped, and to top it all off, stuck outside the sunny town of fuck knows what in fuck knows where in Louisiana. The dust picked off under your excuse of a boyfriend's feet as his figure grew more distant. You're sitting in the car in the shade of an old oak tree further from the town. About half a mile? Something like that. You could see partly see his red flannel in the distance as you glared after him.

You're tired, overheating, and just about ready to dump the guy into a river. If you could find one. You had stopped before the town, purely out of his demands to check off car sex from his summer bucket list. It was definitely not worth it. Resting your head on the wheel as curses fall from your lips before you pause. A smirk tugs at your lips. You step out of the car and round it to the back to open the trunk. Rummaging through the space, you find a package with brand-new spark plugs. "Thanks, pops." You chuckle before you hear an older truck on the road stopping. Straightening your back, you stare at the car with a tilted head as a man looks at you from the driver's seat. You picked up a wrench while you were there.

He wore a green cap as he gave you a smile. "Can I help ya' miss?" He asks as you slam the trunk shut. You shake your head a little. "Depends," You hum as you walk to the driver's seat to pop the hood. "Do you live in that town? You're the first car to pass by that I know of." The hood popped open audibly for the second time this morning. You side-eyed the man as he responded, eyeing the packets in your hand. His smile had faded abruptly.

"Whatcha doing there?" His voice wavered ever so slightly. "Replacing the spark plugs that grew legs and wandered off." A chuckle left your lips as the man in the car gulped down a knot that had formed at the back of his throat. You noted a waft of blood and wet fur carried over from the truck. You scrunched your nose and opened the packet, digging out the small screw-like part. You leaned down under the hood after securing it up.

"Really? Lemme see." He opened the door of the truck and waltzed over hurriedly. He reeked of rotting corpses. A cold but heavy odor. "How do ye know how to change 'em? Jus' curious is all." He peered over your shoulder as you turned the first plug into place. "Was taught by an old man I consider my pops." Apart from the smell, he seemed nice enough. A little goofy if you could say so. "How's the town like? My boy…" you pause to think, mulling over the words, tasting venom in your mouth. "Travel buddy, went off to find help, I think."

A side-eye stare burned a hole through your temple before the green-cap man took a step to the side. "It's nice. Quiet, but nice. It has a museum my brother makes artwork for, ye should check it out if ye can. Name's Lester by the way." He seemed to hesitate extending his hand before you offered yours from beneath the hood while leaning on the front bumper of your car. He took it and gave a bright smile. "Good to meet you, Lester." You greeted him before pulling your hand away, returning your attention to the problem under the hood. Inline engine spark plugs aren't overly hard to change, but it's nice to get it done right on the first try. As you install the last of the spark plugs into their new homes and connect the ignition cords back into the spark plugs, you turn to Lester.

"So what do you do around here?" You question, staring the very stereotypical-looking redneck down with a smile. "I clean up the roadkill around here and the highway. Not much, but it's honest work." He shrugs his shoulders. "Though the downside is my brother always complaining about the smell." This prompted a small laugh to escape your mouth. You felt a grin creep up your face as you tried to shape the sentence that was bubbling up into a not-so-rude one. "Well, if it bothers him, reckon you should at least try to accommodate."

You both pause as you hear twigs snapping and loud footsteps approach from the forest in the west. Lesters' head snaps towards the sound, and swiftly your attention follows suit. You glance at Lester by your side and note his expression, like a deer in headlights. You swear you could see a bead of sweat form. He seems to even be shaking a little.

Seconds pass by before a blonde woman emerges from the tree line, just meters away from the pair of you. She is covered in grime, dirt, and blood. Her eyes are wide as plates as she runs to you, clearly having run for quite a while by now. "Please! Help me!" She shouted at you as her hands went to grab your arms. She shook you in panic as tears fell down her cheeks. "He's close- He's going to kill me! He already got my boyfriend!"

Something is definitely fucked beyond words around here. No cars, no people, and the first two you see are on edge, but clearly for very different reasons. You see Lester backing off towards his truck from the corner of your eye. Snapping out of your thoughts, you grab her shoulders gently. "Calm down, love. It's okay." Your voice was level as you looked into her eyes. You nodded towards the passenger side of your car. "Hop in. I'll just close the hood."

The woman in front of you passed you as she scrambled to the passenger seat you looked at Lester, who was even more nervous than before. He met your eyes as you stared him down. Thinking for a few moments before sighing. 'Not my circus, not my monkeys.' You lean back under the hood and rip out the ignition cables that you had just installed, and pull the hood down. You waltz to the driver's seat before sitting down and turning over the engine.

The car fails to start for obvious reasons. The woman next to you begins to panic. Her head whips around to you to scream at you but closes her mouth as she follows your gaze at a tall man emerging from the tree line close to where the woman popped out from. "Start the fucking car, you bitch!" She screams, crying. The tall man is approaching in front of you. She's shaking as you turn over the engine again, cringing at the failed start. The woman next to you opens her door and frantically tries to get out, but the man grabs her by the hair and yanks her away from the car.

You look at the display of violence in awe. You don't flinch as the woman is knocked unconscious and the man turns to you. He tilts his head to the side as his black hair frames his masked face. A smile grows on your lips as you sheepishly give him a small wave. You notice him glance toward Lester's truck, which you mimic. Lester is smiling awkwardly next to his car.

You swear you could see the confusion in the masked man's posture before he walks off with the body of the woman thrown over his shoulder like a sack of bloody potatoes. Your eyes linger on the figure walking into the woods with a small smile of pure awe. As the figures fade away into the trees you still watch on until Lester opening your car door rips away your attention.

You stare each other down, Lester still looking nervous. "You owe me." You note in a dry tone as you look up at the man before stepping out of the car. "Both an explanation and a favor." You continue as you straighten out your back.

The hillbilly in front of you is absolutely flabbergasted by your exclamation. "You… You aren't going to run? Fight? Anything??" "… Nope. I'm good." You look off into the distance before tilting your head to look at Lester next to you. "If I don't get killed before him that is. If I do I'll just be sad I didn't see it happen." You shrug your shoulders before popping the hood once again and waltzing to the front of your beloved car. Reattaching the ignition cables you turn to Lester.

"I'm guessing that it's okay enough for now seeing that I'm still conscious and you haven't run off? Lead the way." You smile at the funky guy, which makes him snap out of the trance he had fallen into. He nods before walking to his own truck. You slam the hood closed. "Your engine alright? After.. you know…" He trailed off looking off in the direction the masked man carried the unconscious woman.

You lowered yourself to the driver's seat. "Good question." You turn the engine over. It hits empty for a few seconds before roaring to life loudly, startling Lester. "Sorry, love!" You shout out the window. "Come on then. Show the way." He chuckled before scrambling to open the driver's side door of the truck to hop in. You heard the engine of the truck revving awake through your own car's roaring voice.

You watch the mans' car drive off as you follow with your own, with a smile playing on your lips. This place seems like heaven… or hell on earth you suppose. The drive doesn't take long at all soon you're pulling into the driveway of a seemingly rundown house. Lester parks onto the side of the house as you park yours in front.

The wooded area gave shade so it wasn't as hot in the town. You noted the quietness of the town as you had driven through but supposed it was connected to what you saw earlier. You opened the door and stepped out, looking at Lester. "Where are we?" You inquired.

"This is where me a' m'brothers live. Including the bloke, you sa' earlier. We got one more, Bo. He's probably down at the station." He wiped his hands off on a rag as he explained. "I can't do choices alone so, we gotta ask m'brothe-" "Wait does that mean he isn't dead yet?" You cut Lester off. He nods, looking confused as a person can be. A smile spreads on your face. "Can we go… greet Bo, please?" You ask looking like you are about to take off running in joy.

"Wait a minute, lady." Lester thought for a second. "Are you… Are you saying you want to watch your 'travel buddy' get killed?" You nod far too quickly for a sane person. "I mean I would prefer to gut him myself, but I suppose I can watch." The redneck just stared at you for what seemed like forever before you continued. "What? Did you think I was sane?" You let out a laugh as you close your door.

"Well… yes?" Lester seemed concerned before deciding to let it go and waved his hand to motion for you to follow. "Come on then."

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chiiyuuvv · 9 months

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THE STREET RAPPER - SUMIN °

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I stuff my hands into my pockets, walking down the sidewalk as I just left school. I sigh happily, watching the scenery before me; the birds were chirping, the colorful flowers swaying in the light heat. The clouds looked like big balls of cotton candy.

"Brrrr~ Grrr-yo! Skkr!"

My eyebrows furrow as I adjust my glasses, following the sound. A boy sits there with a cap on the ground, filled with various quarters and nickels. He raps a verse, attracting a small crowd.

I smile softly, nodding my head with the rhythm as I step towards him, digging into my pocket to find my lucky quarter and throwing it into his cap.

The boy stopped for a second, looking up and giving me a bright smile. I smile back, an unfamiliar knot in my stomach forming. Turning my legs, I walk away, replaying the moment in my head as I head home.

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My paintcan falls to the floor as I carefully finish my landscape, wiping some of the sweat and paint from my brows. I breathe in deeply, laying on my chair as I look around, finally realizing that my paintcan had fallen on the ground.

I pick it up and grab a piece of paper, writing down a few things I would need from the store. And yet another paintcan.

Grabbing my bag, wallet, and phone, I bolt out the door, walking to a local convenience store.

The bells jangle as I step inside the store, bowing at some of the employees as I make my way to the arts and crafts section. I grab some cans of paint and brushes, quietly cursing myself for not getting a basket.

I walk back to the entrance with my hands filled with stuff as I could not see where I was going. "Ahh!!" Someone yells as my things fall down on the poor latter. "Oh my, I'm so sorry!" I panick, quickly helping the person up.

"No it's my fault," a deep voice fills my ears, which I later identify as a boy's voice. I look up, my eyes widen as I realize its the boy from earlier. He waves his hands, smiling brightly as his eyes shrink. "Hey your that girl from earlier.." he points at me, snapping me out of my trance. "Yeah.." I smile shyly, scratching my neck as I look down.

"Thanks for the quarter.." he smiles fiddling with it in his pocket before looking down at the mess. "Oh shoot.. let me help you with that." He drops of his knees, stacking it carefully as I help him. "Wait I'll go get a basket." I say before quickly running.

Coming back, he puts my things into the basket, lifting it up with ease. "Painting huh?" He asks, looking at my things before looking at me. "Yeah it's a small hobby I have." I smile. "Isnt that too heavy?" I ask, pointing to the two big cans of paint. The boy shakes his head. "This would actually be perfect for working out." He jokes, making me laugh.

Engaging in the small conversation, I lead the boy to the checkout center. "Hey I dont think I ever got your name." I say, laughing at the joke he made before. "Oh yeah! Sorry I forgot!" He laughs, scratching his neck. "Its sumin." He smiles. I smile back, telling him my name as I pay for my supplies, secretly grabbing a bag of chips.

We walk out of the store with a comfortable silence, the wind lightly swaying our hair in the moonlight. Sumin smiles softly, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he turns to me. "I like you." He says suddenly, nodding to himself quietly. "Me too." I say, reaching into my bag and handing him the chips.

"Wahh you didnt have to do this!" He laughs, taking the chips and opening the bag, offering me one. "Hey I had to repay you somehow!" I playfully hit his shoulder, taking the chip he offered me. A big goofy grin appears on his face as he bites into another chip, laughing along with me.

A/n: I actually did not like writing this at first but after changing up a few things it was so much fun!!

I wouldn't been able to finish this imagine if it weren't for my bestest friend <3

#xikers drabbles #xikers fluff #xikers imagines #xikers fanfic #xikers #Spotify #kpop #xikers fanfiction #xikers au #boynextdoor #bnd #sumin #xikersau #spotify #xikers sumin #sumin xikers #soft imagine #sumin x reader

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Hi I hope your well I really enjoy your content it makes my brain go brrrr with thoughts

One that’s currently stuck in my hamster wheel is Starscream knitting like a madman and I hope you wouldn’t mind answering but I was wondering the autobots reaction to receiving the items Starscream knits and them finding out about Starscream side hustle? And how Starscream gives them the stuff like does he chuck it at them during battle or does he sneak it to them at random moments or does he know where their base is at and just walks in like it’s normal and aggressively hands them the knitted goods. What does this birdcat dooo????

I have a lot of questions and scenarios running in my head like Starscream does chuck the knitted stuff at the autobots and everyone on the battlefield take real good care not to damage it because Screamer will throw a fit over it all except Megatron he don’t care

Anyways have a good evening/day or whatever time it is

HA! I love this thought! Starscream just straight up waltzing into base like its no big deal is fantastic! I will gladly do a little writing for this!

Special Delivery

Starscream is the self proclaimed greatest knitter ever, and as such he must have every bot bask in the glory of his works, even the Autobots. However since he can't exactly mail them a package like he does for his human customers, he has come up with interesting round about solutions when it comes to getting the Autobots his knitted Knick knacks.

He has a unique way of delivering his "gifts" to each Autobot, purely because he likes watching them squirm. Starting with Bumblebee, Starscream thinks it is downright hilarious to toss his black and red box with a sweater or some other clothing item covered in curses at the scout. Starscream usually drops the box from the air and he always aims for the helm, simply because watching Bumblebee flail as a box gets dropped on him is funny. Bumblebee does not tend to appreciate these gifts and more often than not flips Starscream the bird as he rubs his helm and gathers up the box. Bumblebee will then take the box back to base and hang up whatever Starscream made in his closet. He isn't fond of wasting things, especially when the things Starscream makes are surprisingly tasteful when they aren't covered in slurs.

Bulkhead get's his "gifts" delivered to him under the guise of other things like bombs. Starscream thinks it is the greatest thing ever to throw down a canister modeled to look like a bomb but really only containing his knitted items. He always has a wicked grin on his face as he watches the large lumbering wrecker scramble to get as far away as possible, usually getting into some rather poor positions before realizing Starscream's trick. If no one else is around except him and Starscream, Bulkhead will hurl the worst curses he can come up with on the spot. Usually it ends up being rather pathetic but Starscream only finds it funny as he flies away, prepared to pull the same prank another day. Bulkhead tends to huff, grab the canister in anger, and crush it, not caring for the knitted item inside.

Arcee gets her "gifts" via the cruelest jump scares ever. Starscream knows of her sour history with Arachnid and has made it his goal in life to be as bothersome as possible when delivering her "gifts". He usually attaches the box to one of those human made spider robots and then drives it toward Arcee, usually scaring her as the sound is similar to what Arachnid makes when she is near. Arcee tends to blast those spiders, and consequently the box, into nothing but slag and smoldering cinders. And so Starscream also tosses her boxes during conflict, which when opened, have small spider figurine pop up like some sick jack in the box. These "gifts" receive similar treatment to the ones attached to the robots and Starscream can't bring himself to mind the loss of the knitted item as he basks in Arcee's terrified expression and occasional cries of horror.

Ratchet gets his "gifts" the most tame way due to how much respect Starscream holds for the medic, although he will never admit it. Ratchet's gifts are always politely shipped to Agent Fowler's home address and the agent then brings them with him when he visits the base. If Starscream wanted to he could have left a tracker in the box, but to him that feels a little too much like foul play for his tastes, and so he never bothers. When Ratchet receives the box he always looks at it in distain but opens it up nonetheless. There is usually either an aggressive note or a holodisk with a recorded message of Starscream taunting him. Ratchet tends to sigh, destroy the message as quickly as possible, and pull out whatever knitted thing Starscream sent him. So far he has received several collars (a jab at his loyalty to Optimus) which he has destroyed, a few aprons with all sorts of nasty curses on them, and a few blankets depicting Starscream's glory (Ratchet has given those to the children to use on movie nights).

Wheeljack gets his "gifts" in the form of a high speed chase through the skies when he is in his ship, or during his rapid escape from Starscream who will tail him from the air if Wheeljack is stuck on the ground. In both situations, Starscream will airdrop his box toward Wheeljack, often beaning him directly on the helm when he is out of his ship, causing some canisters on the outside to explode into a sticky mess to keep him from outright blowing up Starscream's "gift". Wheeljack then tends to return to base in a foul mood with either his ship or himself covered in any number of substances, sometimes even glittery ones. The box has to be cut off his frame or ship and then he is forced to take a solvent bath just to get all the gunk off. By the time he gets around to opening the box he only finds himself more infuriated by Starscream's snarky notes and obnoxiously taunting knitted goods. The one time Wheeljack wore one of Starscream's knitted capes into battle to try and mock the seeker via imitation, he ended up getting the stupid thing caught on a rock nearly sending him hurtling off a cliff. He has since stopped bothering attempting to get back at Starscream, the laughs of the seeker are still too fresh in his mind.

Ultra Magus received nothing from Starscream for months, putting the commander slightly on edge. And when he finally did receive a box, it was quiet, no fanfare whatsoever, and instantly a cause for concern. The box is generally left just... hanging around in the middle of nowhere with a beacon attached meant for Ultra Magnus. When the commander turns up to collect the thing he is always on edge as the box is often left just inside of a confined space or an area perfect for an ambush. He brings a long stick with him whenever he goes to get the boxes, the stories the other members of the team warning him against collecting it directly. He then uses the stick to poke the box, often with no visible reaction, at which point he will collect it with no small amount of paranoia and open it there to check for trackers. When he finds none, he will finally open the box, always finding an angry looking stuffed version of himself about the size of his digit... which have exploded a few times, leaving Ultra Magnus in shock. He then becomes hyper alert for weeks afterward, and when nothing happens and he starts to calm, his box explodes again, renewing his paranoia.

Where Ultra Magnus gets his boxes in the most quiet ways, Smokescreen gets his "gifts", in one of the most loud. Starscream has paid a group of Vehicons in high quality energon and a few favors to chase Smokescreen around while on the battlefield and stalk him on patrols. The Vehicons hardly ever do anything besides being the most irritating things on the planet. They will carry around boomboxes blasting awful earth music and sized up nerf bullets and squirt guns. They then use their varied tools to harass poor Smokescreen, shooting him in the optics with water or nerfing him in the side of the helm to distract him. And once they have bothered him to the point of him pulling out his blasters, they will do a taunting dance and yeet one of Starscream's boxes at him. Smokescreen either blasts it to bits or takes the box and often finds knitted keys to the omega lock or an imitation of some other relic. Starscream's goal was for his imitations to be aggravating for Smokescreen, but the rookie in all his social obliviousness has just considered them neat and keeps them on a shelf in his room.

As for Optimus, it is not the delivery that Starscream puts all his malice into, no, its what he gives the Prime that he focuses on. Whenever there is a lull in battle, Starscream will calmly walk up waving a white flag, hand Optimus a box, and retreat to continue fighting or flee. When Optimus returns to base and opens the box, if is always some hideously ugly clothing item or something obviously meant for more... scandalous displays. And yet Optimus, after calling upon his long cultivated Archivist passive aggressive glory, always manages to make the items look good. A monstrously colored abomination of a scarf far too long to be any good is fashioned into a surprisingly stylish headwrap and combined with a solid colored sash to make a rather elegant, albeit a bit eccentric, adornment. A set of sized up human... dance clothing... is cut up and instead fashioned into something more useful like a satchel. Capes covered in depiction actively mocking Optimus's origins in the wilds are reworked, given a bit of fur lining and a brooch. Optimus will then wear those same capes like some terrifying warlord and own every insult sewn onto them. Starscream finds Optimus's work around's infuriating and has continued to try to make something so hideous or insulting that Optimus can do nothing with it.

So far he has failed.

The Autobots aren't quite sure what to make of Starscream's knitted goods, but most handle them on a case by case basis and write it off as one of Starscream's quirks. The human children on the other hand, find every instance of Starscream's boxes hilarious. Miko has a whole scrapbook devoted to the stuff that Starscream sends and how he sends them.

#maccadam #transformers #transformers prime #team prime #starscream #autobots #starscream knits because i say so #he is a gremlin edging on actual monster and he is alright with that #poor arcee hates him #bulkhead and wheeljack too #the others don't care #and optimus takes great pride in watching starscream seeth

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