#glee drabble

[justgleekout]

Kurt put a pointed finger to Blaine’s chin and raised it slightly, exposing the full length of his throat. “You look delicious,” Kurt said, his eyes widening hungrily, irises colouring red and pupils turning into slits. He wasn’t hiding his desire for Blaine in the slightest.

Blaine swallowed and felt heat rising in his cheeks. He tilted his head back further for the vampire, not quite able to determine how much of his actions were completely voluntary.

“Blushing, are you? Cute. I haven’t blushed in over 400 years,” Kurt flirted darkly. “Looks good on you. Very appetising, so nice and full.”

Kurt was talking about his blood, Blaine knew. The blood he was gonna draw from him any minute now. With his teeth. Straight from his neck. Blaine’s breath hitched. “You can… you can drink from me now, if you wan’t.”

“Oh sweetheart, not yet.” Kurt winked. He floated around Blaine and settled behind him, his lips grazing the skin below his ear. “I like to prepare my food before eat. Get it nice and hot, you know?” He trailed his fingers lightly over Blaine’s body as he floated around him again. “Maybe it would taste even better stuffed. What do you think?”

“I...” Blaine felt his blood rush in his ears. He nodded. “Stuffing sounds good.”

“Excellent.”

[yameoto]

oomf listen i don’t know if you take req. for marley rose but i have to share this thought with you because it is making me insane in the brain

in 4x11 marley and britt are talking and britt describes marley as “whimpering like a suckling puppy” and I just— (SCREEEAAAM) puppy!marley with a little headband with fluffy ears on it, and a studded collar, and skimpy lingerie :(

she will break down into tears if she can’t get your fingers in her mouth!!!! whining and rubbing her thighs together like she’s actually in heat. she’ll crawl all over you, pawing at your arms and torso to garner your attention, humping your thigh despite your disinterest. she’s so sad that you’re ignoring her bc why would you ignore her when she’s deepthroating your fingers and rubbing her poor little clit on you??? why is she in tears as she makes herself cum over and over again on your thigh??? until she’s sobbing and drooling??? she just needs your fingers!!! one hand for her to chew on and the other hand stuffing her sticky, wet pussy.

this almost made me cream my pants this isnt even funny bc ive never spared marley a second thought until now but goodness... puppy!marley needily humping ur thigh and clawing at your hips as she drools all over your fingers like the lil mutt she is. tears welling up in her eyes. soso desperate. a sloppy, boneless mess on your knee. would u please just throw her a bone? she knows she has your fingers in her mouth already but her hot wet cunt is so empty and she just cant do it. she cant she cant she cant. she doesnt wanna cum in her poor soaking panties anymore she wants to cum in your hand cupping her cunt n for you to stick your dirty fingers in her mouth again so she can lick them clean like a good doggie.

[donovankinard]

sit down (you're rocking the boat)

a mutual on a discord server brought up the fact of chimney being in glee, and, well.... i drabbled it. because i can. so i grant you this, with the title from a song of the same name performed in glees first season, and i remind you of the hurt locker episodes, as if you needed nightmares.

C’mon, Maddie, pick up. The phone rings out and Buck groans, tossing it down onto the couch cushion. Every time he looks back up to the television, it catches him by surprise all over again.

There’s no scar on the forehead, and his hair is a little longer, falling down to one side. A stethescope is slung around his neck, and an ill-fitting white jacket hugs his shoulders; but his eyes are their unmistakeable rich brown, and every curve of his face is so exact… it’s definitely Chimney, Buck thinks distantly.

He’s been sitting in a sort of disbelief since it came up on the screen; he was trying, really, to have a peaceful night of grieving his relationship. His flour supply is entirely depleted, and no stores near his apartment are open; but Buck can’t get to sleep, so a tub of ice cream and the television show that somehow sparked the end of his relationship were supposed to be his companions for the night. It was working, even, to keep his mind occupied; away from his real life, from his friends, from his ex.

Now, though, in this turn of events that is so hilarious and yet mildly disturbing, it’s all coming back to his brother-in-law; and Buck wasn’t aware of any acting in Chimney’s past, but it’s clear as day, the man has graced his screen.

Buck picks up his phone, clicking Maddie’s name again; it rings thrice, and he’s about ready to give up, before a voice raspy with exhaustion swings from the speaker. “Buck? Is everything okay, what’s going on?”

“I’m fine, Maddie, Jesus.” Buck leans back against the cushion, eyes flicking back up to Chimney’s face, paused on the screen. “Just had to ask you ‘bout something?”

“At,” Maddie pauses; there’s a rustle of sheets on the far end of the line, a groan echoing behind. “Half past two in the morning?”

Buck chuckles drily, a little sheepish. “I’ve been thinking about what Josh said, and I couldn’t get to sleep, and I ran out of flour, and the store’s closed. So I figured, you know, maybe I should watch Glee. Find out what the big deal is.”

“Good job.” Maddie practically yawns it into the phone, and Buck nearly felt bad for waking her; but that all evaporates almost immediately when she speaks next. “And yes, Santana’s a lesbian.”

“Fucking hell, spoilers.”

"Sorry, just– it’s late, Evan. What do you need?”

Buck runs his eyes over the face on his TV screen one more time; just to make sure his mind isn’t playing tricks on him, messing with the combination of his loneliness and tiredness.

But it’s definitely Chimney; there’s no doubt, in the crease of that brow and the way his lip curls skeptically and the brown eyes, vaguely reminiscent of a German Shepherd, that it’s him.

“When were you planning on telling me that your husband was in Glee?” Buck asks flatly, cheek edging into his tone; it’s probably been years since Maddie watched it, he thinks, and satisfaction floods his chest.

“What?” Her voice is sharp with incredulity.

“Chimney was in season one. I’m staring at his face right now.” Buck insists into the phone.

There’s rustling and indeterminable words on the far end of the line, and Buck hears Chimney unmistakeably; a ruffle echoes tinnily out of the phone, like somethings rubbed over the microphone, and then a husky, lower voice takes the call.

“Goodnight, Buckley.” Chimney says gruffly. “And if anyone asks, you have never seen Glee and you don’t know anything about Doctor Wu.”

A tone sounds to end the call, and Buck pulls the phone away from his ear, looking at the screen in a mix of surprise and hilarity. He tosses it down onto the coffee table, and his gaze slides back up to the TV, sending a new wave of laughter bubbling up his chest.

For all its flaws and stereotypes and the weird, outdated jokes, Buck thinks that he may have found a new favourite show.

[cryscendo]

Hi, how about an abrupt,  heated kiss during the middle of a fight for Klaine?

i bet you didn’t think i would ever respond to this!! well i will say that i kinda ran away with this plot a bit. does it fit the prompt? only vaguely. BUT it’s another thrilling installment to my angel/demon au with a bit more lore thrown in. dedicating it to you as well as @porcelainvino for their various art pieces for this au <3 hope you love it and sorry for the wait!!

Paring: Kurt Hummel/Blaine Anderson

Word Count: 2030

Rating: T

AU: Angel/Demon AU

fic can be read under the cut <3

There were a lot of things that turned out to be just as unpleasant about falling, not including the actual falling part.

For one, he was weaker than he used to be. He did suspect that would happen, but it still hurt his ego a bit. He used to have so much power that he often didn’t even know what all to do with it. Not that he really could do much with it anyway; the big men upstairs never allowed much fun to be had. More time was spent existing as a militant entity than was spent actually basking in the alleged splendor that was heaven.

If given the option between going back to that or experiencing the pain of falling all over again, Kurt would choose to fall every damn day.

Besides, angels don’t get to play with humans like they’re Barbie dolls. And that’s way more fun.

The man before him, unsuspecting and ignorant, saw Kurt at a bar and thought he’d be an easy target. Kurt knew he perfectly looked the part of a young man getting his first drink at a bar as a twenty-one year old. Aging was such an earthly concept and Kurt was not burdened with it. But to an older man, the illusion of wide-eyed innocence was all too compelling.

Kurt claimed he ‘knew a spot’, which was just as cliché as it sounded, but it was effective nonetheless. Apparently intelligence didn’t always come with age.

It wasn’t long after he got the man to the abandoned storage facility that he knew something was terribly, terribly wrong. Not soon enough, though, for Kurt had already made quick work of knocking the man out and handcuffing him to a chair. When he came to once more, it was in a fit of panic.

“Look, I didn’t sign up for this kind of crazy! So just let me go, okay?” The man pleaded with Kurt and it was charming if nothing else. Kurt leaned over him, one knee braced against the chair in a way that could be seen as provocative in any other circumstance.

“What, am I too old for you?” Kurt asked in a mocking whine. “I swear, I’m only twenty, maybe thirty centuries old!”

“Whatever game you’re playing here, kid, I’m not interested so just let me-”

“Let him go, Kurt,” a voice spoke up behind him. Kurt grinned as he straightened up. Of course he would show up. It was impossible for him to stay away. He made a bit of a show of turning around to face the new arrival — his favorite little angel.

He turned towards the voice, maintaining his flirty tone. “Just can’t stay away from me, can you?”

“You could say that,” Blaine replied and that’s when Kurt saw it — the glint of a blade held discreetly in his palm. He recognized the weapon, as it was a piece from Heaven’s arsenal. See, a regular knife couldn’t kill Kurt.

But that one could.

Kurt’s grin dropped as he backed away from the man strapped to the chair, and subsequently also away from Blaine. “What do you think you’re doing with that?”

“You attract too much attention to yourself.”

“Well, I can’t help but pull focus,” Kurt responded in a rather clipped manner. The man in the chair began to panic even more upon being approached by Blaine.

“Listen, man,” the guy began quickly, “you don’t need to kill him or anything! Just let me go and I’ll be on my way!”

Blaine’s eyes flickered down to the stranger, eerily calm. “You don’t need to see this,” he said simply and before the man could even begin to reply, Blaine rested his palm to his forehead, immediately knocking him out. Putting a human to sleep rather than killing them; that was so painfully just like Blaine to do.

“Why do you have that thing?” Kurt interrogated the second that the man was unconscious.

Blaine turned the knife a bit in his hand as if observing it. “Come on, Kurt, you know exactly what this is.”

Kurt maintained a semi-safe distance. “Why do you need that thing to kill me? You’ve never needed that for a demon before.” It was true. Blaine could take down a demon easily. It made them cruelly unmatched. Blaine had never threatened to kill him before, but it would be undoubtedly easy for him to do so should he want to. For Blaine, a demon is an easy target. He was an easy target.

Unless…

Kurt’s grin returned. “You can’t kill me, can you?” He asked coyly.

Blaine remained serious, but Kurt could see a crack in his expression letting on that he was nervous. Kurt seemed to always have that effect on him. “Not at my rank, no,” he said simply, but Kurt knew what he meant. He wasn’t strong enough to take out Kurt. An ordinary demon, he’d have no problem. But as luck would have it, Kurt wasn’t an ordinary demon.

Kurt took a risk. He moved a few steps towards Blaine and the weapon he possessed. “You’re not going to kill me.”

“I could.”

A few more steps. “But you won’t.”

“I might.”

“But you won’t.” Kurt was directly in front of him now. He knew it was a dangerous game, but he had a point to prove. “Because if you were going to, you would’ve done it already. So tell me angel, was this a direct order from one of your bossmen, or are you just simply that obsessed with me?”

“Don’t push your luck, Kurt,” Blaine spoke, gravely serious.

“Or what?” Kurt challenged. He could feel Blaine’s steady breaths from just how close they were. Blaine’s gaze met his evenly. “If you’re going to kill me, then do it. I’m wide open.” Kurt tilted his head a fraction, his eyes alight with the rush that comes with toying with Blaine. His tone shifted into something devilishly flirtatious as he spoke again. “So, y’know, take me, I’m yours and all that.”

It was then that Blaine sprung into action. With quick work, he managed to securely grip onto the collar of Kurt’s shirt, using his strength over the other to force Kurt backwards. There was a time where Kurt may have been stronger than him. But Kurt gave all that up, and he still refused to regret it.

That didn’t mean he loved Blaine constantly using that fact against him.

Blaine got him against a wall with one particularly rough push. Kurt felt the brittle wall crack slightly behind him. Fuck, Blaine was strong.

Blaine was strong.

Once Blaine has Kurt pinned defenseless against the wall, he brings the blade down. Kurt doesn’t know whether it was thanks to adrenaline, or his own sense of speed in the face of self-preservation, but he reached up and circled his fingers around Blaine’s wrist before he could manage to connect the weapon.

The blade stilled, suspended in the air between them. Kurt imagined the scene was almost picturesque in a way — him pressed between Blaine’s firm body and the unforgiving wall, his long fingers locked around Blaine’s wrist. Angel and demon. Lovers. Enemies.

Blaine really was going to kill him.

Their shared breathing revealed the exhaustion that their overexertion had caused. Kurt knew, given his current position, he was fully at Blaine’s mercy. The mercy of an angel who just tried to kill him.

That gave Kurt little other choice. Slowly, he tugged at Blaine’s wrist until the blade was sitting just above his throat. He leveled Blaine with a steely look, deathly serious. “Well, go ahead, angel. Do what you gotta do.”

“I don’t want to kill you, Kurt,” Blaine clarified, but didn’t pull the blade away.

“Could’ve fooled me,” he bit out before he could even think to check his tone. This was, in large part, his own doing. He opened the door for Blaine to corner him, he really had no right to be upset about it actually occurring. Even in his current position, Kurt couldn’t refrain from looking down his nose at Blaine, hoping to properly demonstrate his distaste from his present circumstances. “I’m guessing you got assigned a job from one of the big men upstairs?”

“You’re lucky that it’s me and not someone else.”

“Oh yeah, I sure feel lucky.” Kurt’s fingers twitched around Blaine’s wrist as he continued to hold the blade close to Kurt’s throat. But hasn’t pressed in yet, and Kurt cannot fathom why. He has the perfect opportunity. Kurt is basically giving him a free pass, so why isn’t he going for it? “Well?”

Blaine’s grip on the weapon slacked just a bit. “Nothing is ever easy with you.”

“So why don’t you take care of the problem?”

Blaine said nothing, did nothing. He only stood and continued to watch Kurt in silence, and Kurt could practically see the flurry of thoughts swirl around in Blaine’s head. Kurt almost felt bad for the guy; he knew that he didn’t make Blaine’s job simple, and admittedly, does very little to combat that fact.

Eventually, though, Blaine shakes his head. “You’re right. I won’t do it.”

The sound of the metal blade clattering to the ground reverberated discordantly off the walls of the warehouse.

Kurt took no time to ponder Blaine’s decision to spare him. Instead, he kicked the weapon away from the two of them and then, in quick succession, flipped their two positions. Blaine didn’t put up any fight with being pushed up against the wall himself. He could break free if he really wanted to. He chose not to.

“Do you still love me, Blaine?” Kurt asked, not ready for the words to fall from his mouth before they did.

“Are demons even capable of love?”

Kurt wasn’t sure. Maybe demons who never experienced love aren’t. Love is formed from soul, grace, and humanity, of which demons have none.

But Kurt wasn’t always a demon, and he still didn’t really fit the mold of one. Fallen angels are different from regular demons. They still possess morality, at least to some extent. It was just like Kurt to never really fit in anywhere.

“Do you? Still love me?”

Honey colored eyes gazed at Kurt with something akin to sympathy, which would burn his blood if it weren’t for the fact that he so desperately needed a response.

Blaine nodded.

Kurt kissed him. He didn’t even hesitate. With Blaine pinned up against the wall, it was easy for him to leverage a searing, bruising kiss against soft lips. Blaine always tasted the same, like coffee, — such an earthly pleasure that he achieved no benefit from and only chose to indulge for its luxury — and something else a touch more divine. Kurt couldn’t quite pinpoint it, but it tasted vaguely familiar from the holy kingdom that he was no longer welcome to.

Kurt pulled away with a sigh. Blaine panted quietly, a faintly pink blush forming under tanned skin. Kurt was right about one thing, Blaine was an angel — in every sense of the word.

“I don’t suppose I can convince you to disappear for your own safety?” Blaine eventually asked.

Kurt smiled. “Not a chance in hell.”

Blaine nodded in understanding, as if he already anticipated Kurt’s response. “You always were stubborn to a fault.”

Blaine wasn’t wrong. And as much as he would love to stand here with Blaine forever, it wasn’t wise to hang around angels for too long — even if the angel in question was Blaine.

He finally stepped away from Blaine, allowing the man some space. Kurt glanced over to the man tied to the chair. He had forgotten that guy was here. He was simply a means to an end, afterall.

“You may want to wipe that guy’s mind, angel. Or else he’s going to be a real problem when he wakes up.”

Kurt headed towards the exit of the building, but not before Blaine called out to him. “Suddenly not so keen on sticking around?”

Kurt grinned, if not mostly to himself. “Oh, don’t worry, you’ll find me again. And who knows? Maybe you’ll actually have it in you to kill me next time.”

[gleefulpoppet]

Drabble Anthology Part Two (Chapters 24-36) by Gleefulpoppet • 1300 Words •Released 09/29/2024

A collection of drabbles (many never published on Tumblr) that I wrote for the now-defunct @gleedrabbleblog challenge. They're finally together all in one place on AO3, and I'm filling in the words I skipped the first time. Each drabble is exactly 100 words and can stand on its own.

You can read it on AO3 [here]. The new drabbles start with Chapter 24. You can always let me know if there's one you'd like as a longer one-shot or story.

[adankrivervalleynearyou]

warbler chatfic drabble

Jeff: hottest new directions member go

Wes: My girlfriend.

Jeff: laaaaaaame

Sebastian: Blaine

Nick: besides Blaine

Nick: I like the blonde one

Trent: Quinn? yeah she's really pretty

Nick: no the guy

Sebastian: the one with the weird mouth who did that Magic Mike move at nationals???

Nick: YES

Nick: him.

Sebastian: no way you're thirsting over Fish Bait.

Jeff: I'm with bas on this one

Trent: Nick, I'm on your side

Trent: He's cute

Sebastian: I hate gay people

Wes: Sebastian, you're gay.

Nick: like super gay

Jeff: like ultra high school level gay

Sebastian: I multitask.

[unlimitedhearts]

Parksborn Drabble-And-A-Third | G | 183 words

*~*~*

Harry would come over to Peters house to practice his singing for the next Glee Club performance. He didn't want to practice at home because Norman would scrutinise him too much about his pitch and tone and timbre. Even if his mom didn't do that, Norman absolutely would.

"How am I supposed to put on the perfect performance of the background harmonies in the pop culture Magnum Opus, Best Song Ever by culture gods One Direction with him getting on my case all the damn time!"

May told him not to swear in the house, and Peter giggled when he'd do it under his breath anyway. Only in the safety of his room, though, of course. May would have killed him otherwise.

Whenever Harry would practice after school, even if he was just doing the harmonies, even if he was supposed to blend in the background, Peter had stars in his eyes. Stars hung by Harry, giving him a private serenade every day like it was his job. Very privately, Peter hoped it was.

He could listen to Harry sing all day long.

[jajna]

Hello~ This is me the mun Jajna. Time for some more friends OC appreciation. Huugin is sitting on a beach rock collecting shiny pebbles right next to Xhuuya. I go right up and give the bird man a proper smooch. He's veeery sandy and hair stand in every direction, but is cool, for he's oh so charming! He seem confused but much like Xhuuya he chuckle when I do the same on his bamboozled charismatic partner, whirling her arms around until i retreat. To be fair, if i prolonged i probably lose my face. @thoughtfulraven @onsilentwings On to the next victim! Azlariel are in the water... A sly water creature to catch. so shy and secretive. And I don't wanna scare him... Suddenly he peek his head up and stare at me with his big double lidded eyes. So pretty~ I wave joyously. He plop down under the surface again. Bummer. I leave him some perch fish on the bridge. next time @arobito Now this next one will be difficult to smooch for other reasons.... However... Eros the gorgeous evil demon are currently having a hard time taking care of his sick friend Kokabiel while also keeping his own health and house in check. Jajna to the rescue! While Eros are out and Kok are sleeping i clean the mansion, fill the freezer with food and tend to his murderous garden. Yey! i lived! As a treat I go over to Eros sexy brother Zagam instead and give HIM the smooch. @murder-me-with-ink oh wow.. What luck! My next victim are in the mall! Cirillo seem to be enjoying the last of his churros. This sweet blue haired young man are shining with enjoyment. What to do, i don't wanna be a bother... FUCK IT. Jajna the mun runs up and grab Criillos sugar sprinkled hands and dance/swung around with him 1, 2 ,3 times. And then he is lose again. The puzzlement of his face is priceless. Ordering him more churros I merrily hurry away. @theoasiswinds For I have elf's to catch in a pub~

Puck is hard to miss even in a crowd. Well dressed. Flawless movement. Great hair. And a wild forest drenched fea at his side of a sister. Yeah, drenched. She also had mystic appeal about her, but... More of a wildling. Ether way. They where not safe in this pub! Soon as I spotted Puck's white silver hair i gave him a tight hug from behind squeaking happily. + steal a shoulder kiss. Before he could scold me I moved on to his sister Faera who I tackled to the ground, giving smooches to the face. I say my day was a success. @dont-call-me-a-faerie

[newwwwusername]

Fic title : Blow the Candles Out

@comfortember 2023 prompt : Candles

Rating : General Audiences

Fandom : Glee

Pairing : Kurt/Blaine

Additional tags : Period-Typical Homophobia, Gay, Canon Gay Relationship, Romance

Word count : 61

[yameoto]

that marley bot you made called herself sucktoy and I just 😖😖

thinking of having her under your desk, your strap buried in her throat. Her eyes are constantly rolling back as she rocks on the plug you stuffed her with. Her little pussy aches and she just wants you buried in her so bad but you’re working and she has to be a good puppy 😖😖

when you’re done you fuck her into the mattress until she can’t do anything but drool and gag around your fingers… legs shaking as they’re tied up to her chest, ass red from you spanking her and clit big and puffy from your fingers… oh I need to be sedated

OHHHHH my goodness. drooling over your strap n making nonsensical whining noises cuz she’s just a teething lil puppy. desperate for something anything in her mouth but ur being so mean and u wont let her. so all she can do is look at u with those big teary eyes and whine as spit trickles down her chin n makes the carpet wet and oh god, you’re still not looking at her. she’s taking your strap like such a good little girl and you’re not even giving her the time of day. and then she starts choking on it. burying it so deep in her throat you can see the outline of it bobbing as she gags and splutters around it. tears sliding down her cheeks n pooling into her mouth. fucking her own throat so aggressively n desperately itll probably bruise n it’s creaking your seat and being impossible to ignore. she’s impossible to ignore. wants u to just stop working and punish her for being so bad but really she’s only punishing herself. dumb little puppy crying out for attention.

[calsvoid]

for anyone who’s interested in my writing stuff, my latest wip, the answer you won’t give, is gonna take much longer than the question of us (which i finished in like a couple days) because it’s like going to be much lengthier (which may seem unusual since they’re connected fics, but i mentioned that the answer was originally a standalone fic and they’re only connected because i decided to reference the answer in the question)

depending on my motivation and productivity, the answer won’t be out for at least a week and a half, so just a heads up because i don’t want to be misleading, even unintentionally, about how long it’ll take for the answer to be finished

[gleefulpoppet]

Drabble Anthology by Gleefulpoppet 23 Chapters • 2300 Words A collection of drabbles (many never published on Tumblr) that I wrote for the now-defunct @gleedrabbleblog challenge. They're finally together all in one place on AO3, and I'm filling in the words I skipped the first time. Each drabble is exactly 100 words and can stand on its own. (Also, includes some artwork and one-shots for existing works.)

You can read it on AO3 [here].

[doyelikehaggis]

My head is jumping from fandom to fandom at the moment and I have no idea how to choose one to write for.

[ruby-kissed]

Sylus watches intently as you sit in front of him, gliding a delicious shade of red on your lips.

The movement entrances him. He feels his heart pick up speed. The smooth swipe of color, and the precise application — an action well-practiced.

He could stare at this for days.

But she stops. The girl twists the lipstick to a close and places the cap on. Sylus' eyebrows furrow. Why did she stop? The view of his girlfriend doing the most mundane task excited him too much.

The girl stares at sylus with a smirk on her lips, like a challenge. He raises his brow in question. And just like a cat ready to attack its prey, she pounces on his lap and delivers a loud smooch on his left cheek.

He sits stunned and she pulls back to admire her creation. A single red kiss mark on his perfect, handsome face. Smiling, she delivers the next peck on the corner of his mouth. Then, to his forehead, his nose, and the other cheek. She doesn't stop until she has kissed every inch of Sylus' majestic face.

Just as he was about to discuss the matter of his unkissed lips, she kisses him on the mouth with fragility. Tender, soft, and warm. Sylus can't help but close his eyes and lean into it. Her pull was too strong. He wants to stay like this, forever in her orbit.

To his dismay, she breaks off the kiss and stares at his face with glee — parted mouth, unfocused lovedrunk gaze, and her lipstick marks all over.

She squeals in delight and (to his dismay once again) hops off his lap.

"I need to take a photo of this!"

As she runs to the dresser for her camera, Sylus remains still on the couch. His gaze still unfocused, arms hanging losely on his sides. His neck is warm and he is sure that he is blushing. His kitten likes to leave loud evident marks on him, and that thought makes him smile.

AN: A quick drabble/appreciation after going through the main story update. I love Sylus more now.

[whosmariaaa]

— drabble of this !

college! sukuna had been having a rough day. first of all, you were sick, so he didn’t see you all day. second of all, he had a big game tonight, but you were still sick so you couldn’t come and cheer him on. he was unbelievably pissed.

as their coach scolded sukuna for playing too aggressive for the nth time, his friends started picking up on his behavior too.

“awww, is lil’ old sukuna missing his girl?” gojo grinned widely.

“shut the hell up, before the guy cracks your fucking skull open,” toji replied, passing the ball to another teammate. sukuna simply had his teeth clenched, really trying not to show how pissed off he was and snap at gojo again.

he stole the ball from said teammate, roughly shouldering him, which caused another scolding from the coach.

“what the hell is up your ass, man? just play the damn game without trying to assault your teammates for once,” coach yelled through the court.

sukuna was three seconds away from assaulting the coach too if he didn’t shut his ass up. “i’m winning the fucking game for you people. be grateful, dumbass,” he argued back.

despite succesfully throwing the ball in the hoop, scoring yet another point, a few seconds later sukuna was on the bench was shouting back at the coach. safe to say the man was now fuming. all he wanted to do is go to your dorm and have you in his arms. now he was stuck in this trashy ass place.

eventually sukuna was let off the bench again, and they of course won. yipee, yay, happy ending. now he could finally go to you. but then to make matters even worse, gojo and toji forced him to go to their usual frat parties, calling him boring for wanting to go home. sukuna almost knocked their teeth out. God forbid a man wants to see his girlfriend.

now, one too many drinks in, and maybe half a blunt, and sukuna was gone. this was probably the drunkest he’d ever been, and that says a lot.

joining into all the stupid drinking games, beating up several guys for looking at him wrong (toji had to push him off before he actually killed someone in front of everyone (gojo was filming everything in glee)), and pushing off girls that weren’t you.

“damn, i don’t ever think i’ve seen you this wasted,” toji commented as he dragged sukuna back to the couch where gojo was.

“fuck you talking about? i- i’m not feeling shit,” he stammered, plopping onto the couch, which made both toji and gojo raise an eyebrow.

“still missing y/n?” gojo teased. sukuna turned his head, giving gojo a death stare. “what the fuck do you think? all i wanted to do tonight is be with my girl, and you useless idiots dragged me into… this shit,” he replied, words slurring slightly.

then, a mischievous grin appeared on gojo’s face. he pulled out his phone, unbeknowst to sukuna and started filming.

“wow, you really love y/n, huh?” toji chuckled, catching on to gojo’s doing.

“of course i do. you guys have been taunting the fuck out of me ever since i laid eyes on her. can’t get her out of my damn mind either,” sukuna started, completely oblivious to the phone pressed up in his face.

“didn’t ever think i’d fall in love. especially not with her. she’s a bitch. but i love her. more than anything, i think,” he rambled, “she’s my beautiful girl. and i love her attitude. and i adore the fuck out of… just her.”

gojo snickered, slightly tilted his phone so toji could see his screen and send it to you. you, oblivious to everything happening with your boyfriend at the moment.

but as soon as you opened your messages, and saw some video of sukuna, cheeks a little flushed, onto the couch manspreading, with music and gojo’s giggles onto the background you knew enough.

and yes, your heart did do a few flips at his words. sukuna isn’t very verbal on his love, but he tries. so yes, this is definitely an ego booster, and maybe you fell in love a little more. but this man is drunk out of his mind without letting you know AND called you a bitch.

so, after bribing their location out of gojo, you immediately went to the dorm, in hoodie and sweatpants, still feeling a little ill. but surely it didn’t take too long to find your boyfriend.

he twas throwing a sucker punch to yet another innocent man who has probably done no wrong, cussing him out. he shoved the guy off, making him hit the wall. you sighed and walked over to sukuna, and grabbed his arm to catch his attention.

he looked over to you, eyes dazed and narrowed in disgust. “don’t fucking touch me, you nasty bitch. i’ve got a girl,” he sneered in distaste, roughly pushing you off. was he actually serious?

“it’s me, you shithead,” you snarled, giving a slap to his bicep for pushing you away. then, he really looked at you, and his eyes immediately seemed to soften.

“oh, it’s you,” sukuna mumbled, his head tilting as that stupid smirk of his appeared. he stumbled closer to you.

“yeah, it’s me! what the hell, man! what’d you call me a bitch twice for?” you snapped at him. but you didn’t stop him from wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into his chest.

“mhmm, missed you, baby,” sukuna responded, pressing a kiss to your neck. you melted a little, but refused to show it. he was still wasted, and you were still angry at him.

“yeah, yeah, c’mon, let’s go to my dorm,” you muttered, a little quieter. he didn’t fight back once, he even seemed a little too eager to go back.

you said goodbye to toji and gojo, who were both smoking sukuna’s left over blunt. sukuna just threw up his middle finger without looking at them, because he quite frankly couldn’t keep his eyes (nor hands) off you.

after forcing him to take a shower, brush his teeth and drink some water, that man was still drunk. he held you in his arms, your head on his chest. he kept staring at you as if you hung the moon.

“you’re so pretty, sweetheart, y’know that, hm?” sukuna hummed, as he raised your head to look at him.

“i mean, you’ve only told me sixteen times this hour, but thanks,” you reacted, but you couldn’t help but smile a little.

“so fucking smart too. i’d die for you. i’d kill for you too,” he added, looking at you with heart-eyes almost. honestly, you felt butterflies in your stomach at his words. you pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose.

“i’ve already killed for you, y’know that? that little bitch from the party. he’s fucking dead somewhere in a dumpster,” sukuna smiled.

well, then the butterflies kind of died, because his smile and tone seemed a little… too genuine.

but he was under the influence of alcohol, he was just babbling nonsense. sure, sukuna’s a tough guy, but he’s not a violent murderer. he’s your loving boyfriend… right?

but you just decided to shrug the weird feeling off and kissed him, and replied, “love you too, asshole.” and after that, sukuna fell asleep like a brick, soon followed by you, as the two of you laid on your dorm bed in peace that night.

──★˙🍓̟!! thank you sm for the request, you’re so sweet i literally love you to death omds😣💗 i do not know what to think of this part idk… but i do hope it’s readable! and thank you babe @yerimoon for giving me some motivation to write!! anyway, reader of course doesn’t know sukuna is secretly an evil little guy, but now shes lowk finding out😱😱 if you guys want more of this series lmk please!! thank you for reading!!! 💗💗

— taglist ! @imlikeacoffeeconnoisseur @stars4you777 @totallygyomeiswife @sukubusss @seizecherry @xlilycoco @v1x3n @go-go-gadget-autism @elizabeth-von-winken-universe @paradisestarfishh @13-09-01 @misticsilver @whosmarjj @seellove @aquariusscollection @satorushousewife @rwirxles @anonnieghost @bitchpleaseeeeeeeeee-blog @iminloveweveryone @poopooindamouf @phisen @ryomku @erintaro @clp-84 @mastermasterlist1p1 @katsukiseyebrows @happy2delivur @jup1tersuccubus @nxcxllxsevens @realalpacorn @kxgumi @crankyarchives @itsjustisa @junitries @kodzukensworld @bnbaochauuu @tomsxslvt @flwerie @bwlol7 @szuuyl @grignardsreagent @yourangel04 🍓

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

Kinktober 14 & 21 Andrew and Sav? 👀

14 – lingerie & 21 – on camera: Savannah Evans x Andrew Berry

(graphic sexual content under the cut, minors dni)

Kinktober Prompts

“Andrew,” Savannah whined, hips jerking off the bed.

“Be patient, pretty girl,” he scolded, lightly tapping her inner thigh.

She whined but obeyed, dropping her hips back onto the bed, feet planted and knees bent.

She could hear the click of Andrew’s camera and the whirring of a photo printing, one arm thrown over her eyes as if that would hide her from the weight of Andrew’s heated stare.  He took her other arm where it was loosely wrapped around her stomach, gently guiding it over her head to grab the headboard, forcing her her to arch her back.

The camera clicked again, the mattress shifting under his weight as he moved up the bed to focus on her chest.  She had looked at herself in the mirror for a long time before letting Andrew see her newest set, she knew exactly how delicate the bra’s pink straps looked against her skin, knew how her nipples almost matched the darker pink flowers on the top of the cup, already visible through the otherwise sheer bra, stiffening as Andrew’s hot breath ghosted over them.

“Come on, baby,” he said, “let me see your eyes.”

She obeyed, she always obeyed, lifting her arm off of her face and instead grabbing onto her other wrist, still above her head.  After a small second she opened her eyes to see Andrew with his chin on her stomach, looking up over the top of his camera to meet her gaze.

“Hey, pretty girl,” he said, getting a small smile in return.

As overwhelming as it was to be the subject of his undivided attention, watching Andrew work had her clenching her thighs together and hoping he wouldn’t notice the obvious signs of her growing arousal.

He was barely touching her, he never touched her this early in a photoshoot, but he pressed a soft kiss to the bow nestled perfectly in the middle of her breasts, then another before he returned to kneeling at the foot of the bed.

There was no hiding from his new position, but he watched with a smirk as she pressed her thighs even closer together.  Tutting, he tapped the inside of her right knee, prompting her to drop her knees to each side and expose herself to his camera lens.

“Good girl.”

Savannah whimpered, feeling her folds twitch.

She wondered what it looked like from Andrew’s perspective, embroidered flowers sitting delicately over her perfectly shaven cunt, the already flimsy crotch entirely see through from her own wetness.  

Judging by the click of his camera and his blown out pupils, it must have looked pretty good.

He nudged her ankles apart, opening her up to him even more and leaving more space for his camera to sit between her legs.

“You’re so fucking wet, baby.”

Abandoning his camera for a moment, he pushed himself up onto his knees, settling onto one arm so that he could tease her with a gentle kiss on her lips.

She leaned up, chasing after a second kiss, and he pulled back.

He brushed her dark hair off of the pale skin of her neck to fan out on her pillow, following the faint brush of his finger tips with a bruising kiss.  Allowing himself a moment of pure self indulgence, he sucked a dark bruise onto the pulse point just below her jaw, following it with another on the sharp line of her collarbone.

She bit back a whine, he picked up his camera.  He snapped a few pictures of her new hickeys, each photo printing and then immediately set out of her sightline, flipped over to let them develop properly.

So distracted by his camera, she didn’t notice his other had moving until she felt a sharp pinch on her nipple.

She gasped, wide eyes watching him take a picture of the reddened skin.  Rolling the bud between two fingers, he took another picture and then leaned forward to take it between his teeth.  He bit down gently, pulling a startled squeak out of her, before repeating the same treatment on the other side.  Only once both of her nipples were as red as her cheeks did he pull the bra straps down her arms, leaving the flimsy fabric dangling under her chest.

Savannah was never surprised by the size of Andrew’s hands, but she was rarely as aware of it as when they were on her chest.  A perfect handful indeed.

He squeezed, gentle at first but then harder, the pressure resonating deep in her core.

She arched her back into his touch, only for him to pull back.

“You know the rules, baby.  If you want something, use your words.”

She pouted, arching into him again.  Instead of indulging her, Andrew pinched her nipple again, harder than before.

“Please?” she said quietly.

“You’ve got to be louder than that.  I’ve heard you sing, baby, I know you can.”

She whined, then louder, “Please, Andrew.”

“That’s more like it,” he said, firm hands massaging her breasts.  “Please what?”

“Please,” she said again, louder still.  “Andrew please.”  Her voice cracked, eyes shiny with tears.  “I need you — I need you down there.”

“That’s it, there you go,” he said, kissing her gently.  “I’m so proud of you, I know that’s not easy for you to say.”

He used one hand to pet her thigh soothingly, the other picking his camera up and snapping a picture.  Her bright flush and unshed tears were only making her green eyes brighter, and he wanted to be able to relive that view.

“There you go,” he said again, petting his hand further up her thigh until his pinky was brushing the edge of her panties.

“Please,” she whimpered.

“I’ve got you, pretty girl, just breathe.”

Laying between her legs, Andrew stabilized his camera against the mattress.  He held it with one hand, finger ready on the button, his other hand reaching to drag a firm finger over her wet folds.

“You’re so messy,” he told her, snapping the waistband of her panties.  Her hips jerked.  “You’re going to ruin these.”

His words were jumbled in her ears, like she was listening to him from underwater.  It was fine, she didn’t need to know what he was saying anymore, the low gravel and teasing lilt to his voice were getting her completely soaked on their own, every blurry word resonating inside of her.  He slid her soaking went panties down her legs, tossing them somewhere onto the floor.  

She could feel his hands brush against her inner thighs as he centred her cunt in the frame, her clit pulsing with every click of the camera.  

Click.  He spread her folds with one hand, wetness dripping down her thighs.  Click, another picture, one thick finger plunged deep inside of her.

He pulled out, letting go of his camera just long enough to push her legs further apart, her knees bent up to her chest and her hands on her ankles to hold herself open.

“Look at you, all spread out for me.”

The waiting was torture, her newly exposed position meant another picture break, his light touches meant to please his camera, not her.  He cupped her ass, gently massaging it while she caught her breath.  

Without warning, he slid two fingers back in, shocking a gasp out of her.

“Open up for me, baby.”

He adjusted the angle of his fingers so that his thumb could brush over her clit with every rough thrust, bringing her right up to the edge but never letting her tip over.

“Please, Andrew.”

He kept going, adding a third finger and pressing deeper into her.

“One day,” he told her, snapping a picture of the way she opened around him, “we’re going to test out just how much you can fit in here.”

“Yes please,” she whispered.

“Another day, baby.  You’re being so good for me, opening up so nicely.”

“Please,” she said again, “please, Andrew.”

With the hand that wasn’t still inside her, Andrew reached up to brush away the tears gathering in the corners of her eyes.  

“It’s okay, sweet girl,” he said.  “Just tell me what you need and I’ll take care of you.”

He caught her eye and she couldn’t look away, caught in the intensity of his gaze.

“You can do it,” he urged, pressing his fingers into her g-spot until she squirmed.

“Your mouth,” she said, arching into his touch.  “Please, I need your mouth.”

“That’s my good girl.  You did do well using your words, baby, I’m proud of you.”

He made her wait for one more moment while he adjusted his camera, before leaning down and licking from her opening to her clit, swirling his tongue against the sensitive nub.  His gentle touches combined with the rough scratch of his beard on her thighs was the best kind of torture, heat pooling in her gut. 

He continued to finger her, slower and deeper than he had been before, sucking her clit into his mouth.

Savannah’s whole body was lava, liquid heat flooding through her veins and building, pulsing in her core and threatening to spill over with every skilled flick of Andrew’s tongue.

Then, oh so carefully, Andrew scraped his teeth over her clit, and she screamed.

She could no longer hold up her legs when her orgasm hit, throwing one arm up over her eyes, the other tangling into his hair.  He pressed a sweet kiss into her inner thigh, taking his hand off of his camera to guide her shaky legs over his shoulders.  His warm breath on her wet cunt and his calloused thumb on her clit made her shiver, not letting her catch her breath as he forced her right back to the edge.

One orgasm blurred into another and he still didn’t stop, tongue soothing her oversensitive clit, fingers coaxing out every last drop of come, he just kept going, going, going.

She could feel herself squirt, could hear it gushing out around Andrew’s fingers.  Sobbing, whining, louder than she’d ever been in bed.  She wasn’t sure if she was begging for more or begging for him to stop, thick fingers continuing to massage into her g-spot as she fell apart around him.  Boneless, she could only sink into his touch, taking everything he was giving to her.  She opened her eyes, squinting against the spinning room just to watch her juices drenching his chin, his tongue pushing into her to chase the taste.

His self satisfied smirk and soaked beard were still burned onto her eyelids when she finally blacked out.

She wasn’t sure how long she was out, exactly, only that when she opened her eyes, Andrew had moved all of his pictures into a neat pile and was cleaning up her drenched, beardburned thighs with a soft washcloth.

“There you are, sweet girl,” he said when he saw her looking.  “Think you’re ready for another round?”