#pit babe drabble

[sailubponbrainrot]

Alan/Jeff College AU

A/N: idk just a Drabble inspired by these photos. It’s currently SFW but I might post an expanded NSFW version on AO3 🤪 hope y’all enjoy <3

Alan is 23 and is so close to finishing his degree. A lot of people have tried to pursue him in his time in college but he’s always politely turned them down because he was adamant on not distracting himself.

Babe, who’s 22 and also in his final year, met Alan on the first day of class their first year and they’ve been best friends since. People always know that where there’s Alan, there’s babe.

In their third year Babe met Charlie, who was 19 at the time. Babe and Charlie began dating pretty quickly and are insufferably in love. Thus, the duo became a trio.

Charlie tends to talk a lot about his baby brother Jeff and makes time to go home to see him as often as he can. Babe has made the trip a few times but Alan has never been able to make it.

Jeff starts college when he’s 18, choosing to go to the same school as Charlie so they could live together.

On the day Jeff moves in, Alan and babe come by to help him and Charlie get settled in the new apartment.

They’re all sitting down to have dinner and Alan begins asking Jeff about his degree path/what he wants to do and he learns that Jeff is going for the same degree he’s finishing.

Alan immediately gets excited and they begin talking extensively about the things they’re interested in.

Before they leave Alan gives Jeff his number and says that if he needs anything he can always reach out and Alan will do his best to help.

Once the door closes Charlie is immediately on jeff, gushing about the fact that Alan hasn’t taken that much interest in anyone in the time he’s known him.

Jeff tries to brush him off but can’t hide the blush on his face. I mean…. He has eyes and Alan is attractive and nice. How could he not be flustered ??

Once classes start people immediately begin to notice that the trio has a new member and people assume that Alan has finally found someone

These rumors are only spurred on when Alan and Jeff quickly realize that a few of their classes are right next to each other so they tend to walk together when they’re going to meet up with Babe and Charlie.

Charlie gets sick one day so doesn’t go to class (Babe gives Jeff a ride to class but ends up ditching to go back to be with Charlie)

Jeff doesn’t realize this until he gets out of class and meets up with Alan who tells him that Babe texted him and asked Alan to drive Jeff home.

As they’re walking to the car jeff asks Alan about an assignment he got and Alan suggests they make a stop at a cafe so he can help and they can spend a bit of time studying together.

They spend a few hours together, working and quietly chatting before Alan drops jeff back at his and Charlie’s place.

Jeff leaves his notebook in Alan’s car and that’s what prompts Alan to finally text jeff, letting him know he’ll bring it to campus the next day.

Somehow that one text snowballs and they begin texting daily about anything and everything, just enjoying each others company.

They also begin to go to a cafe twice a week sans Charlie and Babe (this does not go unnoticed by either and they spend a lot of time theorizing about when the two are going to finally admit their feelings and get together)

Babe talks to Alan about it and he’s adamant that he just wants to help Jeff and just likes his company. Charlie’s conversation with Jeff goes much the same but he does get Jeff to admit he’s thought about it.

Half the year goes by like this and when Charlie and Jeff go home for the break between semesters Alan finds himself glued to his phone, texting Jeff whenever the boy is available.

Babe calls him out on this and Alan finally admits he has a crush on the boy but doesn’t want to over step (babe scoffs at this and tells Alan to just ask him out)

Alan spends the break in turmoil over what to do when Jeff gets back and doesn’t really have an answer.

Charlie and Jeff get back a few days before new classes begin and the four decide to get together for dinner again.

Alan thinks he’ll be fine but as soon as Jeff is standing in front of him he begins to panic. It’s one thing to admit to babe he has a crush on the boy, a whole other thing to see said boy in person after having this realization.

Babe and Charlie left to go to babes place and Jeff asks alan if he wanted to hang out for a bit before he headed home.

It’s all fine until alan tries to leave but just can’t get himself to, he doesn’t want to leave Jeff when they’ve spent so much time apart recently.

Jeff noticed Alan’s reluctance and smirks, asking if alan wants to crash at his place because Charlie’s not here and it’s already late

Alan quickly agrees and the two go back to the living room and begin having a movie marathon.

Jeff gets up to go to the bathroom but when he gets back he sits close enough to alan that their thighs are touching and boy does alan panic then (he’s turning red and hoping that Jeff doesn’t notice the way his breath hitched when he sat down)

Alan begins picking at his nails and Jeff rolls his eyes and just grabs Alan’s hand.

Alans head whips around and just stares at their intwined hands, mind racing as Jeff just continues watching the movie.

Jeff doesn’t let go and once the credits roll they’re just sitting there, neither wanting to break the silence or really knowing how to start the conversation.

Alan, gathering as much courage as he can, takes a deep breath and glances over at Jeff.

“Can…. Can we do this again?” He asks quietly and Jeff just giggles.

“What… the movie or holding my hand” jeff says, smiling at how nervous alan is

“Umm… I…. Both ? I Guess ?” Alan responds before the flood gates open and he spills all of his thoughts. About how he liked being with jeff and maybe possibly having a crush on him

Jeff let’s alan get his thoughts out, quietly watching as the man rants. Once alan is done jeff leans forward and kisses his cheek, “I like you too and… yes. We can absolutely do this again. Whenever you’d like”

When classes start up again people begin to realize that the rumors about alan finally dating someone might not just be a rumor anymore. Nothing really changes but there are soft kisses when they meet up outside of their classes and jeff occasionally shows up wearing Alan’s favorite shirts/hoodies.

[imogenegomi]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66611827

[katerinaptrv]

Nothing but a strategist

North has been at the garage for a few years already, not as much as Way or Babe, but for a significant amount of time. And the one thing he learned is Babe word is law, whatever he says goes. 

Alan might be the owner of the garage and technically all of their boss but he never went against what Babe’s wanted, Babe has such an alpha aura around him that he dominates the entire garage without even trying it.

So, North was very happy to meet the person that would be able to oppose Pit Babe and then that came in the form of a skinny passive alpha boy much more close to his age with glasses made all the better.

Charlie with his puppies eyes and easy smiles was the only person capable of changing Babe’s mind or getting him to do what he wanted.

It was really a sight to see, but just like Babe did not try to be dominating Alpha of the garage. North does not see much effort from Charlie’s. Babe seems naturally inclined to follow his wants, being to see him smile (that everyone knew by now he is very weak for) or to avoid his sulking. 

They almost never clash these days, not after Charlie’s accident, they used to a lot in the earlier days of their relationship. Everyone in the garage remembers pretty well, because everytime that happened Babe's mood would sour and everyone was in danger of his wrath.

When Babe was jealous of Charlie spending time with Jeff then, it was a bad couple of days for everyone, Babe was beyond himself and could not be reigned in. North must confess that he almost cried of relief when it was revealed they were brothers, he could not take more of that.

Charlie is also the only one that can calm Babe down and get him to see reason if he is really mad about something. North used to think Way could do this but later was revealed that he only used his powers on him to get Babe to do what he wanted.

Anyway, Charlie is a very important addition in X-Hunter time that improves everyone's quality of life and makes North life easier, which he is very grateful for. Like right now, he is supposed to interview Babe, which is something da Babe hates to stop for and is a very hard task from him and Sonic to achieve it.

But North was nothing but a very good strategist, so he made a bet with Sonic he could get Babe in any time and place they set up for an interview in the first try and went to talk with the person that could make that happen. The real Alpha of the garage now in North’s mind.He knew if he could get Charlie excited by the idea (since it was his first interview) and suggest they make a joint one, it was over for Babe.

Hey, Charlie - he starts innocently - Is time to make team members interview and since you and Babe are pretty much a one deal for the fans now I thought maybe we can do a joint one.

Really, an interview with me? Charlie starts to jump up and down the way he does when he gets excited. He turns to Babe and asks with his puppy eyes:

Can we P’Babe?

Babe smiles at him fondly, all soft for his boy, North thinks.

Sure.

Then he turned his eyes at North and they were serious and threatening, telling him and knew what he was doing. North got chills from it, but anyway, Babe was trapped and he won the bet with Sonic.

[bubbipond]

The love languages I think the main two pairings need in return, based on the tv show...

Charlie: I think the one he gives is acts of service because what would he not do for his peoples???? But I think what he tends to need in return is physical touch. Intimacy without the fear of taking something he didn't even want in the first place. We know he is super outgoing and upfront as a person but he spent his life alone. Then we he tried to get close to people, to find that intimacy, he would absorb their senses. He couldn't even thoroughly enjoy that aspect of love because he was always dealing with a bunch of senses he could not control. So, because of his unhinged all for one quirk, he can't even begin to enjoy it. But he found that with Babe so 🥲.

Babe: I think Babe's love language is physical touch. He's not the best with his words but he shares a lot of himself through physical touch. I think a part of that is because so much of his upbringing has been based on his senses and being treated like property. But for the one he likes to receive, I think he likes to receive the words of affirmation. This is primarily because of the way he has been treated his whole life. Every word he has heard from the people who have betrayed him has always made him feel lesser. That's why whenever Charlie is just being his normal self and telling Babe he is worth it or that he loves him, it makes Babe weak in the knees (same Babe, same). But with people like Charlie and Alan or North and Sonic, he has people constantly giving him that reassurance that he is worth it.

Note: was gonna do AlanJeff but don't want this too long so I'll do them right after this and link it at the top when I do!

[solariswrites]

The Simple Life

Prompt: Fluff Pairing: North/Sonic Summary: North and Sonic enjoy an afternoon just being in each other's space. Tags: AU-Post Canon Divergence; Alpha! Sonic; Omega! North; Kissing; Fluff;

Sonic pushed down the swell of want that was simmering in his belly as he hand fed his mate. Not that North was aware of just how tempting he was. His fingertips brushing North’s bottom lip. North just absentmindedly turned his head while scrolling through his phone. He was sure that his boyfriend was checking the reels that’d been made of him from the fashion show. North was so proud of him and it made him preen inside that Sonic was proud of him. 

“Nic, I thought you were going to braid my hair?” North asked, pulling Sonic back to the present. 

“You still want that.” Sonic blinked, gaze shifting to North’s shaggy hair. North hadn’t gotten around to cutting it since he arrived two months ago. He went to one of Alan’s friend’s tracks to practice while he was here in France with him. 

“Of course, ahhh.” North chuckled, tilting his head back and parting his lips to get Sonic to feed him another chunk of mango. 

“Be a good boy and I’ll grab what I need.” Sonic huffed, in amusement. He fed him another bite of mango, ruffling his hair before getting up to go grab the brush and hairties.

North wrinkled his nose, missing the warmth that left when Sonic got up. He was enjoying being comfortable with Sonic feeding him and cuddling. Dean had been right about coming to Paris for Sonic, for them. He didn’t regret the choice at all. He sat forward as Sonic returned. He immediately leaned back between the alpha’s legs. 

“Which outfit did you like the least?” Sonic asked as he started off with massaging North’s head earning a soft moan when he got to North’s tender spot that had the omega’s toes curling and a small purr rumble from his chest. 

“It…it’s not that, I liked all of them on you but the one that made the least sense was the green one. All those flowers in that detached collar, I did like how dark the color was against your skin.” North shared as he wiggled in his seat.  “I really loved  the dark blue suit that had that cool golden beaded dragon on your shoulder.” He scrolled to the reel, lifting it up. “The fabric looks like ripples of water or clouds. And your walk was smooth too with all that smoke and those lights. I’m so proud of you.”

“Oh?” Sonic feeling a swell of pride that  North was proud of him. He leaned forward pressing a kiss to North’s temple making North purr. This is what he’d wanted for them when North had stormed from Thailand to Paris to confess his love. 

“You know I am, Nic.” North leaned over to press a kiss to his alpha’s knee before Sonic moved him back where he needed to be so that he could braid his hair properly. In truth, Sonic knew that deep in his core that North supported him in all things just like he did him. Sonic was proud to be at North’s side as he was dominating in the racing circut here in Europe for X-Hunter. This had been a daydream that was now their reality and he couldn’t ask for more.

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[chibipandaao3]

PitBabe Drabble

Slight AU taking place after Babe and Charlie made up in the last episode. No real spoilers, I don’t even mention the event of the episode beyond the powers bit.

Jeff has an important conversation with Babe regarding Charlie.

This is very short — I’m not sure how or if I’ll expand it and post it on Ao3 later. Ideas are very welcome if you have any. Additionally, if you get inspired-by all means-take this idea and run with it. Happy New Year.

“What exactly are you insinuating, Jeff?” Babe wanted to sound annoyed, but the question came out more tired than anything else. He’d forgiven Charlie, He even thought he vaguely understood why Charlie had made the choices he made. Why wouldn’t you hide from a man like Tony? If you truly loved someone, why wouldn’t you do everything you can to make them less of a target? Even the lying made some sense, regardless of how much Babe hated it. Perhaps it was foolhardy to accept the apology so easily, but he knew that Charlie had no ill intentions towards him. He could feel it. Which was why it was so confusing to have Jeff corner him suddenly. The boy had been mostly quiet since their last encounter, Babe thought he had been sick frankly with how pale he had become that night. Then suddenly he appears minutes after Charlie left, demanding to speak to Babe, “I know you are worried about your brother, but –”

“I’m a seer,” Jeff rushed out quietly, “Charlie said he wouldn’t mention it for my safety, but I want you to know,”

Babe wasn’t sure whether he was surprised or not. The revelation certainly fit in smoothly with everything else he’d learned in the last several days, “Okay. Thank you for –”

“No, that’s not…things are changing. Bad things are coming, and I think you need to understand exactly what has happened and what is at stake,” Jeff persisted forcing himself further into the house, “And I have to tell you before Charlie gets back,”

“Why?”

“Because he’s protecting you, even if it means endangering himself,” he couldn’t help but frown at the thought, “He never intended to take your power – he’s never been able to do so without pain…”

“What?” Babe blinked in confusion, “Why didn’t he…”

“He wanted to. He thought that it would make you less of a target, but he’s only been able to take someone’s entire gift when Tony…” Jeff trailed off uncomfortably, clearly regrouping in his head, “When Tony thought Charlie was powerless he tried one last thing,”

“What?” Babe was hesitant to know the answer. Based on Charlie’s story, he had been a young kid when he was brought to the house. Though Babe knew firsthand that Tony cared little about age or kindness.

“He beat him,” the words came out soft and frank. Echoing somehow despite their lack of power, “Tony beat him to see if his powers would reveal themselves, and they did. When Charlie is in eminence amounts of pain, he can easily draw away someone else's power. Like a survival instinct… Once Tony figured that out,” he trailed off again quietly.

“I didn’t hurt him…” Babe couldn’t quite keep the horror out of his words. He was certain he had not hurt Charlie, at least not physically.

“Exactly,” Jeff suddenly relaxed, “You didn’t…and he didn’t know he was taking your powers…”

The offer Charlie had given him, the willingness to end his own life so that Babe could regain his senses felt more painful and heavy all at once – like a knife to the abdomen, “but, then why would he?”

“Guilt…” Jeff shifted, looking back to the door, and sighed, “I gotta go…don’t tell him I told you – it was just important that you know. Please be careful with him,”

“Wait. I –”

“I can’t. He’ll be back soon and if he sees me, he’ll know exactly why I was here,”

[cybergoth1]

can you do some Jason Todd as a husband headcannon pls !! i just know that when he’s healed , he’s hauling his partner and getting TF out of Gotham , and popping out babies (GIRLDAD) and a nice job in a low-key town and maybe becomes a househusband 😋🤭(for real i’m 100% sure he would) but at the same time he is The Jason Todd . Hot , mysterious , emotional but also not , a big fat nerd in a brick body .

you know your daddy's home.

pairing: jason todd x fem!reader.

warnings/tags: fluffy, pre established relationship. my silly drabble about raising a daughter with jason todd. girl dad jason todd. husband jason todd.

author's note: hey babe i turned it into a drabble! hope you don't mind it!

"look, mommy! i'm batman!”

you suppressed a chuckle as you watched your five-year-old daughter standing tall on the couch, wearing a paper mask poorly shaped like batman’s cowl. the little girl came home from school, talking non-stop about the vigilant and refusing to take off her paper mask, even during lunch time, excitedly repeating what her teacher had said about nowday heroes.

"gotham needs me!"

she was trying to make her voice deeper as she jumped onto the floor. the cats, startled by the noise on the wooden floor, bolted away in a stampede.

"you're too pretty to be batman, baby girl".

your husband jason said as he stepped out of the bathroom. the scent of soap and shaving lotion lingered in the air as he walked down the hallway in just his sweatpants. his scars seemed more visible, glistening under the light as drops of water trailed down his bare back and chest.

“but how do you know what he looks like? he's always wearing a mask!” her childish voice rang out indignantly.

he picked her up effortlessly with one hand, while the other gently tugged the paper mask aside to look into her bright blue eyes — blue like his had been before the lazarus pit. her nose, mouth and ears were just like yours, a glimpse of you both in her youthful face.

"he sounds ugly, like a very old sad man. unlike you, princess".

"i'm not a princess, i'm vengeance!"

you laughed behind the stove.

"well, vengeance," he said, walking toward the apartment’s kitchen with her tiny legs wrapped around his hips "you can save gotham after eating your vegetables," he added with a smirk, putting her on the high chair.

she looked at him with wide eyes, as if he’d just handed her a death sentence.

"broccoli?"

"broccoli".

you placed the plate of food in front of her, the broccoli standing out between the rice and meat like a tiny, green nightmare. she looked up at you with pleading eyes, silently appealing to your good side.

you stroked her hair gently.

"if you don’t eat, i'll have to tell batman that his sidekick isn’t eating properly. you can't patrol without eating broccoli," he said, pulling out the chair to sit beside her. that was more than enough. with a disgusted expression, she began to eat, occasionally poking at the broccoli.

"hi, jay," you said, placing your hands on his broad shoulders and giving him a light massage. he softly kissed your left hand before looking up at you.

"how’s my other girl doing?" he asked with a smile, his lips still lingering against your hand. your daughter was so focused on hating the broccoli that she didn’t even notice the display of affection. normally, she would’ve made a gagging noise, followed by a dramatic, “bleh!”.

"she's missing you a lot" you said kissing the top of his head. a familiar scent makes you pause for a moment.

"you're using my shampoo again, aren't you?"

"maybe?"

©cybergoth1, 2025

[edenspoem]

been having ellie williams eating pussy fixation lately, with references to a breeding kink (on readers side).. and breeding denial (on ellie's side).. self-indulgent tbh. witerally just a quickly written drabble. might elaborate another time. [ellie img from claymorrr on pinterest.] here we go! ☆

"E-Ellie— fuck, need 'ur fingers."

An airy sea, darksome and stuffy, eats the glass behind your thin curtains. In turn, the nooks that escape even the most most lurid of light in daytime, have shifted into that sea. Utterly. No silhouettes, no screens, no photo collages of you and her are bound to be seen. Quiet, homely ambiance is one of the things keeping your ears attentive to the bedroom around you, and what's happening inside of it.

Everything. Every sonant breath, every choked gasp, painted eerily— except Ellie.

Dim light a source at the head of your bed, only the shapes closest to it are palely painted. Auburn mane, cedar brown lashes, the heads of your knees, the head in-between them. Feasting sensually on the hallowed breeding grounds hot at the center of you, painted filthily in the sounds it made. Cradled in the perfect light, just enough for your pupils to zero in, and never zero out, consumed by the movement of her working her hungry muscle in and out of your drenched entrance.

"Huh," amused by your please-less plead, your clit is greeted with a scoff against it. "But you've got my tongue, don't need my fingers babe." that serene, soundproof whisper trying to convince you. So sure that what is given, is what will be taken.

Yet, a pit of greed takes root in your brain, and you find anything below the stretch of her painfully lacking.

As Ellie tucks her tongue back inside, lapping at your wetness, you pursue in tales of whines. "Wanna be full of you," leaves your bitten lips, higher-pitched and pulled across your teeth as that knot inside you responds to her tongue; swells on the mouthy sounds that come from it rolling stripes through your folds. Tighter, tighter, it tenses deliciously— and elapses before you can even focus on it, earning her but a frustrated huff out of you, "It's not enough."

"Don't wanna come on my tongue?"

Your hips snap forward for her once again withdrawn mouth anyway, afraid to loose any string of sensation. "Ellie," you fuss her name, and that pussy-eating grin of hers curls into a shit-eating one, laying her risen, pinched and dapple cheeks on the plush of your thigh. Annoyingly cute— just emphasize the annoying part.

"What's up?" clearly, she wants to get under your skin. Tenderly question you, deny, deny, ignite the sparks and quench herself on how cute you are. Grasping that something henpecks you to act so neglected and taking it into advantage like a sagacious cunt, bringing you to orgasm on her plan alone.

Unreserved, your lips.

"Want you t' get me pregnant," breathlessly muffled, humility has fled you. Dirty delights scorching at the hills of your cheeks, reach spoken ends at the tips of your tongue. "Els, I want you— you to.." the recital becomes lost in the haze of your head.

"Yeah?" her cheek tilts off your thigh.

"Yeah."

Her fingertips sunk in the crevice of your crotch and thigh, exert pressure, scooting you completely up to her chin. Silently setting up her answer; her play-along, earnest, and downturned eyes telling you to want otherwise. "Mhh, don't think you're ready for that. Knock you up on a whim? C'mon, babe"

Spoken replies don't necessarily represent gut truths, the telltale opposite answer present in her swallow. Ellie thinks, if she lets herself feed into that desire now— she won't stop.

"Just take my tongue, okay?"

Though weak, you agree, "Okay."

"Good girl," she grates, as if her throat had dried in pausing all attention from your pussy. Her hands float off your hips for a split second before smacking back down, admiring the way it ripples and jiggles the fat there, collecting her peachy, bottom lip beneath her top teeth and tugging it inside. Enamored with your cunt, and how it leaks sleek in the yearn for her fill, her claim, her name.

Her babies, even?

"So fuckin' pretty, gonna let me take my time? Fill you up when we're ready?" coos at it, reaching a lousy hand down to grope herself. In so doing, she brews a moan of her own ache she simmers at, "Fuck." and takes her free fingers as an opportunity to slap your folds, splaying your labia nastily with her index and ring, and hawking spit to your hole— honestly, just to watch it drip like syrup through your pussy lips.

She really is unreserved.

Cold when it hits— you twitch, but hotly-stirring when her tongue peeks out to smear it up to your clit, eyes shut with careful precision— you suck your stomach in.

"That's more like it."

[sailubponbrainrot]

Welcome !! Masterlist of my work is below 👇🏻👇🏻

All CWs will be listed. Minors DNI with nsfw work ! You can also find me on AO3 <3

Please note: works are split between my old account (alanjeffbrainrot) and my new account (sailubponbrainrot). I lost access to my old account so I’ll be permanently here now <3

SFW

Jeff & the pack nest pt 1

Jeff & the pack nest pt 2

Secretly mated

NSFW

Pregnancy shenanigans pt 1 - (mpreg)

Pregnancy shenanigans pt 2 - (mpreg, breeding kink)

Don’t ask me to hold back anymore

Bending the rules pt 1 - (teacher/student AU)

Bending the rules pt 2 - (teacher/student AU, size kink)

You have to fall apart to be put back together - (mentions of SA, canon typical violence)

Drabbles

AJ College AU - (SFW)

Enigma!Jeff & Alpha!Alan - (NSFW, hints of mpreg)

Service Top!Alan & Dom Bottom!Jeff - (NSFW, dom/sub dynamics, overstimulation)

FTM!Jeff - (NSFW, internalized transphobia)

Idol!Pon & Fan!Sailub - (SFW)

Brat Tamer!Oab & Brat!Wan - (NSFW, dom/sub dynamics, degradation, overstimulation)

[gabseyoo]

END OF AN ERA — MIYA OSAMU / MIYA ATSUMU

content: established relationship (reader x osamu), female reader, fiancé!osamu, kind of atsumu centric, existential crisis. word count: 1,3k.

note: this drabble was inspired by this friend’s scene, love monica and rachel.

Atsumu sat on the couch, arms slung over the backrest, eyes staring blankly at the wall across from him. His thoughts spun in endless loops, tangled between frustration and a strange hollowness he couldn’t shake.

He knew this moment was coming—had known for a long time—but that didn’t make it any easier.

Osamu was moving out.

His twin brother, his other half, the person who literally had been by his side since the moment they were born—was leaving to start a new life with you, his future wife. Atsumu should be happy for him. Hell, he was happy for him.

But he also felt this gnawing pit in his stomach, an ugly feeling he wasn’t ready to name.

It had been creeping up on him ever since Osamu told him he was officially moving out and it only worsened as Atsumu helped you both pack, boxing up years of shared living, easy laughter, dumb arguments over who ate the last rice ball. 

And today… it was the final day.

“Need help with that, babe?” Osamu’s voice broke through Atsumu’s thoughts. Without even waiting for an answer, he plucked the last box out of your arms with a casual grin.

“It wasn’t that heavy.” You said, crossing your arms with a huff. Osamu chuckled, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

“This the last one?” He asked, his smile widening when you nodded. “Damn. That’s really it, huh.”

Atsumu watched from the couch as Osamu practically radiated excitement. Like leaving behind a lifetime of being side-by-side with him didn’t weigh on him at all. And that stung more than he wanted to admit.

He had known from the start that you were different. He had known it from the moment Osamu had introduced you like you were the best thing that had ever happened to him. And it had been obvious to everyone—probably even before Osamu himself realized—that you were the one.

Still, Atsumu hadn’t expected everything to change so fast. The same guy who used to roll his eyes at weddings now talked about futures and family like he couldn’t wait to get started. He had even been there when Osamu nervously picked out your engagement ring, sweating like a man twice his age.

“You sure about this?” Atsumu had asked him then, half-joking, half-serious.

“I’ve never been more sure about anything.” Osamu had answered without missing a beat.

And that was that. No doubt. No second-guessing. Just certainty. 

Osamu disappeared outside with the last box, leaving you and Atsumu alone in the apartment. 

The silence between you two was thick, almost humming. Not awkward exactly—he had known you for years now, after all—but it felt heavy tonight.

You moved to sit beside him on the couch, close enough that your shoulder brushed his before asking, “You okay?” 

Atsumu shrugged a little too quickly. “I’m fine.”

“You’re unusually quiet.”

“Me? Nah.” He waved it off, forcing a grin. “Just tired from haulin’ boxes all day.”

“You mad at us?”

The question caught him off-guard. “No! Why would I be?”

“I don’t know.” You smiled a little and shrugged. “You just seem... upset.”

He opened his mouth to deny it again, but it stuck in his throat. Fuck. He sighed, running a hand through his messy hair. “Maybe I am a little.” He muttered. “I don’t know. Feels like everything’s changing and I’m... stayin’ still."

You didn’t say anything at first. Just let him sit there, stewing in it, which somehow made it easier to keep talking.

“Everyone’s movin’ on. You and ‘Samu are starting this whole new life. And I’m still here, in this stupid apartment, playing volleyball and eating frozen dinners when ‘Samu is out at night.” He laughed, but it sounded rough. “I mean, I’m happy for you. I am. I just…” He trailed off, obviously embarrassed for what he wanted to express.

“You feel left behind.” You finished for him.

After a few seconds in silence, Atsumu nodded. 

You leaned back against the couch, your head tilting toward him. “You’re not left behind, Atsumu. Life just moves differently for everyone. It’s not a race.”

He stayed quiet, staring at his hands. His throat felt tight.

“And you didn’t hear this from me, but—” You continued, softer now. “Osamu’s scared too.”

That pulled his gaze up. “Yeah, right. He looked like he was walking into Disney World out there.”

“He’s excited because it’s something new for both of us. But he’s gonna miss you like hell, Atsumu. He’s been pretending to be all cool about it, but he’s worried you’re gonna starve without him around.”

Atsumu let out a snort, a little offended. “I can cook!” You raised an eyebrow. “Well... I can try.” 

He rolled his eyes when you laughed as you bumped your shoulder lightly against his.

“And besides... just because Samu’s moving out doesn’t mean he’s not still your brother. You’re stuck with each other, no matter what.”

Atsumu bit the inside of his cheek, trying not to let the emotion show too much. He was used to being the loud one, the dumbass, the one who made everything a joke. Feeling like this—raw and sad and a little lost—wasn’t something he knew how to do in front of people. Especially not you.

Atsumu let out a breath he didn’t even realize he was holding. “Yeah... guess you’re right.”

“I’m always right.”

Despite everything, he chuckled. And somehow, the knot in his chest loosened just a little bit.

You sat in silence for a few seconds, breathing the same air, staring at the same wall, before you said quietly, “You know, Atsumu... you’re allowed to feel scared about changes. Even the good ones.”

He stared at you, something sharp and tender settling in his chest. You meant it. You saw him, the way so few people did.

He rubbed his hands over his face and muttered, “I feel like such a dumbass.”

“You’re not. You’re just human.”

Atsumu barked out a dry laugh. “Yeah, well... being human sucks sometimes.”

“It does.”

“Again, you’re right.”

What neither of you noticed was that Osamu had been standing in the doorway, quietly listening, a small, knowing smile on his face. It was moments like this that made him so sure about his future with you, you were so understanding and so loving. You comforted his brother in a way he never could have and that made him fall in love with you all over again. 

As soon as he made sure you were done talking, he finally stepped back into the room, holding up a bottle of wine triumphantly. “Our neighbor gave me this as a goodbye gift. Wanna crack it open?”

Later, as the sky blushed in soft purples and oranges, the three of you sat on the balcony, squeezed onto the same old outdoor couch that held so many memories. 

Osamu sat between you and Atsumu, an arm casually slung around each of you.

“I’m gonna miss this place.” Osamu said, his voice tinged with nostalgia.

Atsumu stared out at the view—the same one they’d shared for years—and tried not to let his chest ache too much.

“You sure you can survive without me?” Atsumu asked, smirking sideways at him.

Osamu scoffed, bumping his knee against Atsumu’s. “I’ll manage. Got help now.” He said, turning to you with a look so soft it practically glowed before he pressed a kiss to your temple, lingering there longer than necessary. “I got everything I need right here.”

The blonde made a gagging sound. “Jesus. Get a room.”

Osamu just laughed, unbothered, and reached over to smack the back of his twin’s head.

“You’re the one I’m worried about.” He said, mockingly serious.

“Yeah? Well, don’t cry too hard when you realize you need me to fix the wifi.” He shot back, smirking.

“You barely know how to work a microwave.” Osamu deadpanned.

“Is not even the same thing, dumbass!” Atsumu grumbled, but there was no heat behind it—only something fond and aching underneath.

When Atsumu glanced sideways and caught Osamu looking back at him—steady, steady in a way only his brother could be—something inside him settled.

They were going to be okay.

Maybe this wasn’t about losing something. Or staying behind. Maybe it was just about growing up. And Atsumu was okay with it.

[imogenegomi]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66339016

[katerinaptrv]

Echoes

Babe woke up slowly, it was early morning, they were all still staying in Alan's house since everything that happened was still too fresh and no one felt like being too far apart. 

He turned to reach for Charlie but found nothing, he quickly opened his eyes but there was no one beside him on the bed. 

He sits looking around desperately feeling anxiety overcoming all his emotions. Where is he? Did Babe dream that he was back? Did he wake up in the nightmare life where Charlie was dead? 

Babe looks in the bathroom he wasn't there either, he starts to leave the room in his panic and collides with Alan and Jeff in the hallway. 

Hey, Babe, good morning - Alan greets him. 

Jeff looks at him for a few seconds and he understand him because the next thing he says to him is:

He is downstairs in the kitchen making breakfast for everyone.He decided to try a new cookie receipt he found online. 

Alan looks at him with worry after this while Babe takes a deep breath and finally starts to calm down, bless Charlie's younger brother for his perception skills and for saying exactly what he needed to hear. Alan decided to add for good measure. 

He is fine Babe, safe, I promise, me and Jeff just saw him. 

He shakes his head agreeing and starts to feel kinda embarrassed about how he reacted. Babe starts to walk away from them going in the direction of the kitchen. 

He gives himself a few more seconds to calm down before he enters. And there he was, his puppy happily making breakfast just like his brother told him. 

Charlie looks at him smiling saying:

Good Morning, P’Babe. Look I am making some chocolate cookies for everyone. 

He goes to him, hugging him from behind and smelling his unique smell. He is here, he's alive, he's with him, Babe says to himself. 

Are sure you know how to do those? 

Of course, don't listen to Jeff, he is just pessimistic. 

I am realistic, the last time you tried to make me a cake the thing almost reached sentient life - Jeff says entering the kitchen again, but goes to help his brother anyway. 

I sent Alan to the nearest pharmacy to get us some supplies just in case - he teases Charlie. 

Charlie throws a towel at him after that and they all laugh. And everything was alright in Babe's world again. 

NA: Is actually canon that Babe has some form of PSTD from Charlie's fake death in early days of his return, this scene is based on a similar scene that happens in the novel.

[oldsargasso]

do you think it started over smoke breaks? Winner's not immune to the way Kenta's cheeks hollow as he inhales. and while he doesn't like the way Kenta's looking at him - poorly-masked irritation and resignation - at least he's looking at Winner.

(cut cause it's NSFW and also implies some bad experiences in Kenta's past)

so Winner puts his bravado back on and goes for it. he's honestly not expecting Kenta to go for it - Winner may not be the most observant guy around but he can tell when someone would rather see him being set on fire than his cigarette - but he does. Kenta carefully stamps his cigarette out, brushes his hands together, and drops to his knees in the secluded corner of the parking garage they congregate in for nicotine-flavoured communion.

and okay, call Winner whatever names you'd like, but he likes his partners to be enthusiastic (at the very least) about sucking his dick. not just. kneeling there with a slack mouth waiting for him to move. he's not even fully hard, but Kenta doesn't even try to help, just keeps his hands on his own knees and waits. his posture is perfect.

Winner's never been one to pass up an opportunity, so he jerks himself all the way and just...uses Kenta's mouth to finish himself off. it's still good, because it's another person and Kenta's mouth is soft and warm and wet, but it's also not good. Winner's not a stranger to putting someone down like this but it's never been like this. the garage is empty and echoing. the concrete has to be killing Kenta's knees. there's no talking and no sounds of pleasure, and when Kenta gets back to his feet, he's clearly not hard, and he's no longer seeing Winner at all.

You can’t tell me they never fucked. Like these two definitely had miserable hate sex at least once. AT LEAST ONCE.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Hades x Reader || Drabble

Plot: He's a villain; So you would- could never, ever fall in love with him.

'Sooner or later you're gonna want it. And the second- the second that happens, you know I'll sup in; have myself a real good day.' - Spike, Buffy the Vampire Slayer

... But he'll still wait patiently, for you.

Warnings: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Mischaracterisation?

Tagging: @asperol-with-izzy , @disney-android-foundation , @lady-love88 , @marinerainbow , @miss_understood , and @yesthetrashbin .

The instant that you see the villain in your house, waiting for you again lounging on your bed, smoke spread all over the floor; you groan. "Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh- "

Hades only shows a flicker or irritation by your obnoxiously drawn-out moan, before its snuffed out with a roll of his shoulders and he gets up from your bed. Now his head grazes the ceiling but he comes here so often, asking you on walks with him and bringing you dinner you couldn't have scrounged for yourself with a weeks pay despite how many time's you've told him no, never, so you're past the fear of him setting the house on fire. His yellow eyes glow in the dim room and, like always, it causes a little warmth to spready in the pit of your belly- you ignore it. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'll be gone in a sec, okay babe? I got places to be today, anyway. Just gimmie a minute, here."

"Why should I?"

"Uh- " This time real frustration passes over his face; settling for a few moments as he speaks. "Well you don't have that much of a choice, doya babe? So just shut up and listen, eh?"

Not-at-all scared, you just roll your eyes, setting your basket down on the side table and crossing your arms impatiently over your chest. "Fine. What do you want? I don't see any exotic fruits... another walk?"

Here, a smirk slips over his mouth; The flames atop his head give a happy crackle, and he gently shakes his head. "Not this time. Unless, I mean- you want to?? I can reschedule my meeting with the Fates, if you- " When he reads your expression, a familiar and cold 'hell no' written all over it, he sighs. Disappointed, but... not surprised at all, anymore. "Right. Right- uh, look babe. I just came here to let ya know, I... "

Hades? Lost for words?? That almost concerns you. Almost makes you lower your freezing cold exterior, and ask- ... but no. No. Instead, you tighten your arms over your chest and increase the impatient, expectant look in your eyes. Like, hurry up.

"... Okay. Look. I like you, (Full name). I might even go so far as to say I'm fallin' for ya- and thats new to me. I'm lost in some really unfamiliar waters, here," He chuckles, nervously, looking truly out of his depth for a moment. "Thats never happened to me before, this is new, and I- I- I'm tryin' to do it right. Sweep you off your feet; all that romantic jazz. Which I honestly think is kinda psychotic-... But uh... " His eyes lift from somewhere on the ground to your left, up to your eyes and he gives you another half-smirk. "I think we both know its not my thing."

... breaking your silence for a moment, you give a little tiny nod; not sure where this is going. "We do." You say quietly.

"Yea. Well, between you and me- its not workin' as well as you'd think, is it?"

"... no."

"Right, so," He rolls those broad shoulders again, giving his neck an uncomfortable stretch. "I'm uh- I'm gonna stop trying."

That gives you pause. " -What??"

"-not that I'm done here, exactly, no no no. I don't give up so easy, sweetheart. I'm gonna be here, or well- around. Waiting. And some day if... And someday when, you decide ya want me, then I'll come for ya. Just call."

Eyebrows furrowing, you suddenly remember something Hades said earlier. You'd almost forgotten it, because it seemed unimportant before, but now seems significant. "... Why are you going to meet with the fates?" Does he... know something? Is going to ask something?? What-

He just grins, infuriatingly. And his body begins to disappear into smoke, and your eyes widen- because- wait! "Remember what I just told you, babe. Keep it in mind, mull it over. I got nothin but time and I don't mind using it waiting on you. You're kinda worth it, eh?" -He didn't answer your question!

"But!- "

"Lookin' forward to your call, sweetheart."

"I'm not gonna call!- "

"Uhuh."

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Drabble Roulette: Rafe - cheater won't let go

Hey hey! This weekend (July 6 -7) I’m going to be playing drabble roulette! I’ve curated a list of characters, tropes, AUs, and kinks and I’m spinning the wheel! Hopefully I can do this once a month as a little writing exercise.

Character: Rafe Cameron

Warnings: this drabble includes noncom, cheating, drug use, and violence. Please mind these warnings and take care.

Explicit, 18+.

Not again.

Pfft. Isn't that ridiculous? You should've been done with him the first time.

You can't do this anymore. The lies, the tears, the denial. You're done ignoring the red flags waving in your face. It's not worth it. He'll never love you.

So you wait.

It takes a while for the chance to come. It doesn't help that all Rafe does is sit around and get high. You have a few pills to keep from cracking but they hardly soften the edge.

It's only when his phone vibrates and he lies that you see your out. Business he tells you. If he isn't buying more hits off his dealer, he doesn't have any business. You let him go with a fake smile and a kiss on the cheek he barely seems to notice.

Your bag is packed. He didn't notice because you're not taking everything. Just the basics.

You wait an hour before you move. Then there's no looking back. The trailer you hole up in to smoke and fuck won't be missed.

Your feet mulch in the gravel. There's a girl you know, a pogue. She'll let you crash in her shed. It'll do for the time. Not like you have anyone else.

You don't even make it to the trees. He's waiting. How did he know? The answer is unimportant. You're already on your back.

"I fucking knew it," Rafe lunges on you, straddling you as his hands close around your neck. "Who the fuck you sneaking off to?"

"No--" you gurgle and slap his forearms.

"No one? Then where the fuck are you going?"

You dig your heels into the ground and peel back his thumbs, "you... you’re sneaking around--"

"I come back to you, babe," he snarls, "so why are you whining?"

"I can't--"

"Who else is gonna put up with you, huh?" His hands close around your neck again as he overpowers you. "Not your fucking mommy and daddy." He bends to laugh in your face, "they called it. No one wants a slut. You're used goods. You think anyone else will pit up with your shit?"

You don't want anyone else. You want him but not the way he is. You shake your head and wheeze.

"Let me show you where you belong without me," he snarls as he grabs a chunk of your hair.

He flips you over as you gasp to catch your breath. Your throw your arms out as pebbles and sticks poke at your bare legs. He rips down your shorts as you try to drag yourself from under him.

You're too dizzy and week. He crawls over you, pushing your knees open with his. He wiggles and snickers meanly against your ear.

You can't stop him. He's inside you, like acid it burns. He's impatient, spiteful. He bites your ear lobe and growls.

"Just where your belong," he thrusts so you cry out, "down in the dirt."

[kenuis]

He’s So Mean!

mean dom! Toji x fem reader.

600 Words of toji being a dick.

Cw: use of a fleshlight in an unconventional way, mean dom!toji, edging (honestly this whole drabble is edging), mention of being bound, pussy smacks, uhhh, unedited and not beta’d

Literally got this idea off of @rinitxshi ‘s toji though. Ily babe enjoy 🫠

Affiliated with @bitchcraftinc @enchantedforest-network @angelshub

“‘m sorry, ‘m sorry!”

Torture. This is pure torture.

Its’s your own fault really. You shouldn’t have made him mad. You’ve just been so bratty lately and today was just the tipping point. You’re too far gone at this point, not even sure what you’re apologizing for as you tug at the binds that secure your wrists above your head.

“Poor baby.”

His voice is rough with arousal, dripping like sinful shadows from his scarred mouth. Something in you clenches and you nod, squirming under his gaze. He’s only indulged you in soft touches, barely there brushes of his fingers over your dripping folds.

They’re swollen, puffy with want and desire. It’s sick and sadistic how he takes pleasure in the way it looks painful, your clit peeking out. It’s twitching, desperate for attention.

Desperate for his attention.

“Bad girls don’t deserve to get rewarded do they?”

You shake your head, another hiccup leaving your chest. What makes it even worse is he’s stroking his cock right in front of you, and you’re unable to do anything about it. You can’t reach out and touch, you can’t take him in your mouth. You’re stuck at his mercy, hips bucking and seeking his attention that he refuses to give you.

“You gonna be good for me from now on?”

You nod, trying not to whine as he circles your clit lightly with the tip of his finger. “Yes! I promise! Toji please! Please!”

“I don’t believe you.” His tone is harsh, words sharp as he lands a hard smack to your cunt. The sound is jarring, clear and loud with a wet squelch as your slick sticks to his hand. Tears race down your cheeks, a choked sob leaving your lips. He leans down, nose barely brushing yours.

Something hard makes its way between your legs, plastic running through your folds. It’s cold against your wet heat, and your lashes flutter, because it’s more relief than he’s given you in hours. Your teeth dig into your swollen lips, already raw and sensitive from how many times you’ve dug your teeth into them.

The stretch of something entering you burns, considering the only touch you’ve had today were teasing ones. Ones that make you buck your hips and search for friction. He’s just so mean.

“Now that… that is a sight pretty enough to maybe convince me to forgive you.”

Looking down you choke on air. He’s inserted a flashlight inside of you, plastic sheathing around it and all. A strange sense of panic floods your veins as he rubs the tip of his leaking cock against it. A chuckle rumbles up his chest at the horror in your eyes.

“Bad girls don't deserve my cock.”

He thrusts so brutally into the flesh light that you scream, feeling the thrust up into your lungs. Your chest cracks open with conflicting emotions and you sob, hiccuping and kicking your legs.

You can’t cum like this. It’s not fair. You can’t feel the ridges of his cock, the way the prominent vein on the underside rubs against your insides. You can’t feel any of it and it shatters you as much as it turns you on. Guilt and lust swirl in the pit of your stomach and your pussy clenches around hard plastic. It’s not enough, you need to feel him inside of you, raw like every time before.

“Ohh poor baby. Miss my cock don’t ya?”

Unable to speak outside of a small hiccup you nod.

“Too bad. Now take what I give ya, and if you’re lucky maybe I’ll let you cum.”