#twitter drabble

[kewltie]

[S02E03] yokai au

Katsuki drags Izuku into the Bakugou's treasure room. He gestures to the many magical artifacts in there. "Take one." Pauses. "Take as much as you want with you and leave." Izuku shakes his head. "I don't want anything." He clings to Katsuki's arm. "Please don't make me chose."

even tho katsuki's generous gesture of giving izuku, A HUMAN, free rein to his family's most valuable treasures but izuku sees that as an act of total betrayal and abandonment bc katsuki is kicking him out of the only home he has ever known

[guraiuna]

Memories

Prompt: Memories (from Chilumi Weekly Prompts on twt)

Contains (mild) 4.2 Archon Quest spoilers. Read at your own risk I guess.

"Not in your best shape today, are we, comrade?"

Lumine gritted her teeth, her expression of annoyance clear on her face and in great contrast with his nonchalant one. And that smirk on his face–

She wanted to wipe it off.

Or at least, that was what she felt before, when said spar session took place and she momentarily lost her footing and fell flat on her ass. She felt humiliated and him rubbing salt on her wound with his stupid smirk was not helping. At all.

Now, after months passed, she barely remembered the incident.

Yet it seemed he remembered it fairly well.

She watched quietly as the familiar form swirled into the air, mid-leap, sword at the ready to strike him. Yet, he was quicker than her and dodged her attack.

She recalled that she expected that; yet when the sole of her foot touched the ground below she landed on a round stone and her foot slipped.

Behind him, Lumine watched as she fell, mesmerised by the way her white scarf fluttered in the air as helpless as her.

It then landed on her face, highly comically.

And she would have laughed if it weren't for the overwhelming feeling of shock that took over him as he stared at her, blue eyes opened wide.

Then a wave of worry washed over her.

"Not in your best shape today, are you, comrade?"

Lumine's breath hitched in her lungs. She watched his back as he approached her figure on the ground.

With the same annoying smirk he had reserved just for her when he would gain the upper hand in their fights, Tartaglia lifted the scarf off her face with two fingers.

She recalled loathing its sight back then.

Yet this time she knew; the smirk was fake. Just a mask he wore to protect himself. Hide himself.

And now she could see–

The worry that flashed his eyes. The way he studied her legs, her shoulder that hit the ground.

Scanning them for injuries.

And now she also knew–

It wasn't because he thought she was weak. On the contrary, it was despite the opposite.

Now she knew–

He wasn't even doing it on purpose, yet when he saw her falling and heard her yelp of surprise–

When she didn't move and even her scarf fell on her face–

(She was angry at herself for missing her step and embarrassing herself)

– He couldn't help but feel that something was wrong.

(And there was something wrong, for the moment he lifted the fabric off her face, steel flashed before his eyes.)

His smirk turned into a grin as hydro clashed against her blade. A maddening grin that reflected in his dull eyes, even though it shouldn't. He planted the heel of his boot into the ground.

He was proud of her ambush– his grin the way he wanted to convey that.

He was glad she was alright– his grin hiding that.

Lumine gritted her teeth. Her eyes stung.

Her hands felt cold as she clenched her fist around the pointy metallic thing in her hand. Its spikes burying into her skin.

Just like the memory buried itself into her mind.

Just like he buried himself into her heart.

After Skirk flung him into that portal–

And she had been taken by surprise, Skirk's movement too quick for Lumine to comprehend in time.

By the time her brain processed what happened, he was already gone.

(She hated how her heart skipped a beat when she saw that familiar mop of ginger hair in Skirk's fist.)

Now she hated herself for not snatching him out of her grip when she still could.

After that, her nights became dreamless; her dreams replaced by his memories.

Memories of her.

Of her as she fought. Of her as she asked him to help her with her commissions. Of her fishing.

Of them fishing.

Of them cooking dinner under a campfire in the wild.

Of them looking for fabric for Tonia's gift in Inazuma.

Of their little encounter in Fontaine.

(Oh, how overwhelmed by pure excitement she was when that little memory rolled in. How delighted he was when she played along and encouraged him to give that annoying guy a beating–

And she had to admit, it was entertaining to watch.)

Memories–

Of them.

She gathered that it was because she was the one holding onto his vision. At least, that way it made sense.

What didn't make sense– and took her by complete surprise – was how raw his emotions were.

How many things he was feeling when she was around. How they would waver, change– as quickly as water.

He seemed so nonchalant, so carefree too. And yet each memory came with a burst of feelings and thoughts.

Of heartbeats and held breaths.

It was overwhelming.

"I nearly forgot– I want to give you this." She said and suddenly a flash of blue and silver appeared in her hand.

Her heart churned as she watched it swirl in her palm.

Alrecchino seemed surprised at first– that in itself was a first too.

"Ah, a vision– I understand, I will make sure it reaches him. Thank you for giving me this."

Lumine smiled in response. The Harbinger probably took it as a gesture of trust– that she trusted her enough to give her something which was previously entrusted to her.

Or that she didn't care about him.

It was neither–

Seeing his memories–

Seeing herself through his eyes. Feeling what he felt. All that excitement, happiness, content.

Thrill.

It was overwhelming–

No, it was eating her from inside out.

[buckysslut]

𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐩. 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 [pt. 2]

TW: P0RN LINKS!! [PART ONE]

you just love worshipping his balls

bucky loves pumping his cum onto your pussy

[gif] teasing mob!bucky

bucky loves playing with you in your sleep

[gif] mob!bucky loves his knives [ 2 ]

bucky loves playing with his baby mama

mob!bucky shutting you up when you’ve been a brat

bucky doesn’t have time to take your leggings off

what bucky had to resort to before you started dating

you need his babies

rockstar!bucky letting you fuck yourself on his cock while he smokes

what bucky sends you when you’re not home

bucky has a HUGE cock

torturing subby!bucky when he misbehaves

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[seumyo]

imagine how heavy bakugou’s gauntlets are to you.

You weren’t entirely sure what you had done to deserve this.

Maybe you had done something awful in your past life, and it’s finally come to bite you back in the ass.

Sure, you were a UA student. Sure, you had signed up for the hero course, fully aware that it would involve combat training. But this? Holding onto one of Bakugou’s gauntlets—the same gauntlets that had nearly blown Midoriya through a building during the first battle exercise?

You could already see your funeral.

Your relatives all coming together under one roof to mourn you.

Your fingers curled stiffly around the massive piece of equipment, your right arm straining slightly under its sheer weight. You had always known they were heavy—Bakugou’s combat style revolved around explosive power, and he wasn’t the type to wield anything flimsy—but this?

This felt like holding a compact boulder.

A boulder filled with nitroglycerin-laced sweat.

That part was arguably worse.

It’s like lifting a weight that never really lightens over time.

Your mind raced with the implications.

His gauntlets stored his sweat to maximize explosive output. Which meant the one you were holding was loaded. Which meant if you even thought about holding it wrong, you’d be gone. Reduced to nothing but a crisp outline on the ground.

Holding an explosive hazard had never been part of your bucket list.

You could not channel your inner Meredith Grey and take one for the team to hold a bomb.

“I—” you started, your voice thin and weak. “I don’t think I should be holding this.”

Bakugou, standing in front of you with his arms crossed, narrowed his eyes. “And why the hell not?”

Because it was a bomb, for starters.

Because it was his bomb, specifically made for him, and you had just been handed it like it was some casual training exercise and not a potential death sentence.

Instead of voicing any of this, you swallowed hard and said, “I—I just don’t think I’m qualified? Don’t I need to have a seminar for this? Maybe a safety waiver?”

Bakugou scoffed. “That’s bullshit.”

Your grip tightened reflexively.

Oh god, was that too tight?

Was it going to go off?

Bakugou’s eyes flicked down to your hands, then back to your face. “Your Quirk makes shit weightless and indestructible, right?”

You nodded hesitantly.

“Then you’re the best person to hold it,” he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“But—”

��No buts,” he interrupted. “You wanna play defense all the time? Fine. But in the real world, you need to learn how to hit back. Can’t stand your damsel-in-distress act every situation, shithead.”

You bit your lip.

He wasn’t wrong, but… you had seen firsthand how much destruction his Quirk could cause. He had gone all out against Midoriya back then, using these very same gauntlets to unleash a massive blast that almost ruptured an entire building. You hadn’t even been in the fight, but you had felt the heat from a distance and had heard the deafening roar of the explosions echoing across the control room.

And now you were the one holding it.

“…It’s not gonna explode on me, right?” you asked.

Bakugou rolled his eyes so hard you were surprised they didn’t get stuck.

“Not unless you’re stupid.”

That wasn’t reassuring.

Not at all.

You swallowed again, forcing yourself to focus. You weren’t completely helpless. Your Quirk made whatever you held weightless and invincible. If you activated it now, you wouldn’t have to worry about the gauntlet’s weight—or about dropping it by accident and, in turn, detonating it.

Taking a deep breath, you firmly held the gauntlet with both hands.

The effect was immediate.

The heaviness vanished entirely, replaced by a strange, almost floating sensation. Your fingers adjusted around the gauntlet’s surface with ease, no longer struggling against its weight. A faint, translucent glow coated the edges, a telltale sign that your Quirk had fully activated.

You exhaled, relieved.

“Okay. I think I got it.”

Bakugou smirked. “Took you long enough.” He stepped in close without warning, his hands reaching for your wrists.

You barely had time to react before his grip closed around them, adjusting your stance.

Your brain blanked.

Bakugou was close. Too close.

You could feel the heat radiating off him, his fingers strong and sure as they repositioned your hold. He smelled like sweat and burnt caramel—like fire and something sharper underneath, something distinctly him.

(You tried not to think about it too much.)

If you hadn’t already been panicking about the gauntlet, you definitely were now.

(You were falling—ahem, failing at not thinking too much about it.)

“Loosen up,” he said, his breath ghosting over your ear. “You’re gripping it like it’s a fucking live grenade.”

“Isn’t it, though?” you blurted out before you could stop yourself.

He grinned.

Oh no.

That was a bad sign.

“Not yet,” he said, sounding far too entertained. “But it will be.”

You let out a strangled noise.

Bakugou ignored it, stepping behind you so that you were completely boxed in by his presence. His hands remained firm on yours, his chest nearly pressing against your back as he guided your aim.

Your brain was screaming.

It wasn’t like you were new to close contact—UA training often involved being thrown around by classmates—but this was different. This was Bakugou Katsuki, infamous for his temper and even more explosive Quirk, pressed up against you like it was nothing. Like you weren’t about to spontaneously combust just from the sheer proximity.

Maybe you were thinking too much into it.

“Alright,” he murmured, tilting your wrists slightly. “On my mark, let go.”

You nodded weakly, hoping he couldn’t feel how fast your pulse was racing.

“Three…”

You swallowed.

“Two…”

Oh god.

“One.”

You released, letting your left hand fall, Quirk disabling instantly as the barrier lightened.

The explosion erupted in an instant, the force slamming through the air like a shockwave. The ground trembled beneath them, a scorching heatwave blasting outward as the impact roared across the training field.

You barely had time to process any of it before you felt yourself lurching backward, the recoil throwing you off balance—

Strong arms wrapped around your waist, anchoring you firmly in place.

Your breath caught in your throat.

Bakugou had caught you.

His grip was solid, his chest firm against your back, keeping you steady against the sheer force of the explosion. His hand pressed against your stomach, holding you still as the last remnants of the blast dissipated into the air.

For a second, neither of you moved.

...

It was bad enough that you had just fired one of his gauntlets, but now you were in his arms? With his hand on your waist?

Man, maybe you should’ve been the gauntlet’s target instead.

Bakugou didn’t say anything at first, just exhaled through his nose before slowly releasing you, letting you find your footing again.

You stumbled slightly.

He steadied you with a single hand on your shoulder. “You good?”

You turned to look at him, still in too much shock to form a proper response. “Y—eah?” you replied after a moment.

Bakugou raised a brow. Then, to your absolute horror, his lips curled into an infuriating smirk. “Tch. Dumbass,” he says. “Not too bad, eh?”

“I could’ve died.”

“Nah.”

“I’m scared that you’re carrying heavy weight—bombs around like it doesn’t weigh a ton.”

A shrug. “Training.”

Your hands were still clammy.

Probably not from fear anymore.

“You wanna try using the other one?” he offered, surprising you and himself, really.

...

“Yeah. Fuck yeah, let’s do it.”

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[senascoop]

┊ ENHYPEN NSFW LINKS!! ☁︎

pairing: enhypen x female reader . warnings: twt p.rn links . [note: dumping my drafts since I haven't posted in sooooo long] [LIBRARY]

♫︎ REBLOGS + FEEDBACKS ARE ALWAYS APPRECIATED

heeseung who wanted nothing more than taking you against a wall after the little joke you made on his ‘d!ck’ being not enough. guess he'll have to show you again—how enough it actually is.

sunghoon believed bad girls deserved punishment. the thing is, how were you any different?

jake hates bad days but he doesn't hate them when bad days bring him another excuse for his pleasure.

jay who loves nothing more than seeing your ass bounce as he thrusts into you, reminding you of who you truly belong to.

sunghoon who can't even hide it when he misses you :(

heeseung who lets you take control and instantly regrets. poor boy never thought you could be so into the role.

jay who makes every night the same. or—when every night is spent making you feel desired.

jake isn't one to shy away, especially when it came to eating you out in the most unusual places—and this time it was the kitchen counter.

[hazeytae]

bnd twt links pt. 2

♡ porn links, mostly dom!bnd but take these how you will <3 , kinda filler post

sungho.

sungho treats you just like a princess 😔 ik this man a MUNCHH taking every opportunity to eat you out

he loves loves loveeesssss when your riding him and you get all needy, hips moving sloppily just chasing your orgasm n focusing on making yourself feel good

this just SCREAMS sungho. screams his name. 🫠

riwoo.

poor riwoo chasing his orgasm, taking out any stresses onto you (very sweetly tho)

he has almost no mean bone in his body... unless u pissed him off🤭 im a dom riwoo truther if u cant tell

riwoo fucking into u til u squirt on his cock :3 (i love this vid guys)

DRY HUMPING WITH RIWOO. he cant keep his hands off u!!!!

jaehyun.

sitting on jaehyuns face !! he begged for u to jus suffocate him with your cunt until you finally gave in "but jaehyun what if i suffocate you!" "but baby thats what i want~!" he whined while pulling u down onto his face 🤧

he only wants to make u feel good <3 putting his fingers to work !! doing what hes best at !!!

desperately desperatelyyyy fucking ur thighs, he said he'd be quick! but he already came 2 times- overstimulating himself with your thighs even though your practically begging for him to put it in,,, puppys being so selfish :(((

taesan.

this is screaming taesan. literally everything about this video is so taesan coded?!!

literally plunginggg his fingers in n out of you but the second your close to cumming he'll replace his fingers with his cock so your cumming on his cock for the nth time🙊

ik taesan good with that tongue. wtf. and he good asf with those fingers!! perfect for eating you out <3

taesan liiiveeesss for late night sex

leehan.

who else is here for leehan size kink... because i am!! you look way too good when hes just towering over you

lazy spooning with leehan, he just looovvveeesss seeing you in thigh highs

he loves when you fuck yourself back onto him, he cant get enough of the way your body chases his cock when he pulls out slightly, almost like you cant be apart from him at all and he finds that sosososooo sexy

[thawme]

you watch with a heated stare as brat!satoru finishes with a low whine, your hands now painted white as they stay wrapped around the base of his pretty, pulsing cock. when you flit your gaze up to meet his, his jaw is clenched tight, the startling blues in his eyes burning like a searing flame as his bare chest heaves.

without giving him a moment of relief, you flick your wrist, wiping the cum on the back of your hand down his shaft before pumping him at a quick pace. the movement is messy, slick with the new lubrication – it makes his lips part, a sharp intake of air filling his lungs. he grunts, breath staggering.

“fuck,” he exclaims at the overstimulation, throwing his head back onto the couch’s armrest. his arms tug at his sides, but his hands are tied behind his back, stuck underneath him.

you don’t even fight the wry grin that splits across your face. “after all of the shit you were talking, you can’t even handle this?”

his hips swivel, legs kicking slightly as his body tries to escape the overwhelming sensation of you swiping a thumb right beneath the painfully bright head of his cock, the area overly sensitive.

satoru lets out a broken moan before laughing wildly, almost in disbelief. the hurt is too good and his body squirms, abdomen clenching and unclenching with every wet stroke.

“fuck! – fuck you,” he stutters out through loud laughs, eyes closed tightly. completely senseless.

"i thought you were the strongest," you tease. his words don't hold much power when he can't stop himself from whimpering, little ugh's and ah's that cut through his maniacal giggles.

"i hate you��," his retort gets cut off when you squeeze him a little tighter, cupping his tip with your palm.

"you hate me?"

he fully whines, high pitched and drawn out, a pathetic sound as he pulls against his binds – to no avail. one of his legs is now hooking over the top of the couch, unable to stop moving, to stop trying to get away.

"yes, yes, i fucking —,"

his hips stutter as another orgasm is forced out of him when he doesn't even expect it. a choked noise escapes the back of throat. you can't help but snicker, watching his back arch and muscles tighten before his body goes completely limp.

you slowly let your hands come to a stop, peering up at him. sweat drips down his temples. he looks absolutely beautiful, skin hot and rosy, white hair darkening a bit as it sticks to his glistening forehead. a slow smile pulls at your lips.

humming in thought, you run a single finger feather-light across his slit. satoru's head snaps up, adam's apple bobbing in his throat and you know he knows what's coming.

"i think you can do it one more time, then. maybe it'll make you change your mind."

[princessbrunette]

⊹ ᜊ(ᜊ ´ ˘)੭ ♡ … princess going digital! ♡

bsf!jj followed you on all of your social media accounts. well, he thought he did. ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ ౨ৎ⋆ ˚｡⋆

your instagram was adorable and demure. photo dumps and stories of your daily iced coffee in your little manicured hand. you had pinterest boards too — jj had seen you scrolling through endless pictures of clothes on his bed and asked questions. you helped him make his own account so he could find new ideas on how to customise his board. he hasn’t opened the app since, but it seemed like it made you happy so he couldn’t find it in himself to delete it off his lockscreen.

he followed you on twitter too. he knew he did because he saw your tweets all up and down his timeline when he would be scrolling late at night trying to find porn. tweets about the cashier that was rude to you, or about that one song you just can’t get out your head.

he thought he’d covered all bases with you. he liked to be in tune with everything you were doing — and maybe that was wrong for a best friend to want, but the two of you were close! it only felt right. it may also have something to do with the fact he’s head over heels for you.

you were laying on your front on his bed. contrasting so sweetly against the boyishness of his room with your cute little hello kitty shirt and denim skirt — epitome of girly girl in such an unfitting space. it made him smile, and he nearly forgot to tune into what you were saying.

you were ranting about your mother again, the woman making it her mission to constantly bring you down.

“seriously jayj, if you saw the way she spoke to me...” you mutter with a frowny little pout as your fingers tap away at the screen, assumably responding to a text.

“i have seen the way she speaks to you. the lady is a nut job, no offence.” jj leans back slightly, tossing a balled up pair of socks from his laundry in the air and catching it.

“her texts are even worse.” you huff.

“s’alright. i’ll be your mommy.” he quips as you’re distracted by pulling up the correct screen.

“jj.” you tsk before turning your phone around. “look!” you whine, and he knows he’s meant to be looking at the texts displayed infront of him. but with undiagnosed adhd, jj couldn’t help but find his focus on the notification sliding down at the top of the screen. the twitter icon, notifying someone reposted your tweet — however, it was accompanied with another username he’d never seen before. an account ran by you assumably, that he no idea about.

“huh… yeah, no yeah. she’s batshit.” jj shakes himself off as he takes mental note of the username, leaning back and hoping you don’t ask any questions knowing he didn’t read the texts at all. you seem none the wiser, continuing to complain and go about your business. that evening, it’s time for you to head home. jj squeezes you at the doorway, cups your cheek and tells you that if your mom is giving you grief, you can come right on back. it seemed to comfort the pout off your face, and you skip off.

now it’s time to sate his curiosity.

when jj gets into bed that night, he types the username into twitter. it takes a few tries to get the specific spelling right, as it had been a few hours and slipped his mind — but finally, the account filled his screen.

your age is attached to the account, yet no name. there was definitely a sense of anonymity— to the point where you hadn’t even told him about it. he considered doing the right thing and clicking off — but jj didn’t always do the right thing, and this was one of those times. the first thing he notices is how clearly you the account is. the header, the profile picture — even the font in your bio was so… you. all curlicues and girly and pink — it was undeniably his best friend.

and then he scrolls.

‘want my best friend 2 hold me down n use me so bad :(’ a tweet from 3 days ago. the blonde sits up in bed, blinking at the screen. that was him, right? eagerly, he continues his scrolling — finding endless tweets about your sexual desires, fantasies, anecdotes about jj himself. it didn’t take much longer of scrolling until he comes across a video — his face heating and crotch stiffening at the familiarity of it all. it was your bedroom, and your face was cropped out. that one pair of pink panties he occasionally caught peeks of beneath your skirt hang off the ankle of your knee high clad legs, pretty pussy on display, glistening as you roll your hips, desperately fucking a pillow.

“god… damn.” he breathes, hand coming up to rub his chest as if to attempt to still his quick-beating heart. he stuffs a tongue in his cheek, part of him wanted to be mad that you were letting strangers on the internet see you like this before he got to. it was a childish type of jealousy that made his hands sweat and the back of his neck all prickly.

a bird squawks outside his window, causing the maybank boy to jump out of his skin like he was about to be caught watching his best friend get herself off. he juggles the phone, quickly checking the screen to make sure he hadn’t accidentally liked any posts. he hadn’t, and he exhales— but with the commotion, he’d accidentally refreshed the page. the loading wheel disappears with a pop, and a new tweet displays itself from three minutes prior.

‘my bsf looks after me so good :( he shld make me feel btter by letting me cum on his fingers <3’

it would be stupid to make a move. he would be potentially destroying a friendship, and on top of that — you could be mad at him for snooping. it was kind of a betrayal of trust after all, similar to if he’d read your diary. but his dick was hard and had taken over the steering wheel that operates his brain — and like he always said, stupid things had great outcomes all the time.

so with a clammy hand, he calls you.

“whats up jayj? did i leave something at your place again?” you croak, sounding all sleepy and cute. god, he couldn’t believe he’d waited so long.

“uh… so, like — imma cut to the chase, with everything goin’ on at your place, i don’t love the idea of you stayin’ there tonight. i’m comin’ to get you. you’re stayin’ here.” he makes up a quick excuse and feels kind of bad about it. his own desire toward you being masked as genuine concern for a friend. he expects some questioning, maybe even some resistance— but you perk up instantly.

“okay!”

and that’s exactly how you end up cradled in his lap with the rings at his knuckles tickling your opening from how deep in your greedy, drooling pussy they were.

“hmm— mm—huh—” you’re whining, all incoherent and fucked out with your cheek smushed against him, only two orgasms in. jj is grinning ear to ear, like some kind of sicko — never in his life thinking you’d want him like this. he almost wished he’d kept up the act for longer, preyed on your twitter account for longer to see what else you’d say, but he couldn’t help himself. he’d wanted you since you met in high school, and he was hungry.

“what’d i tell ya about not asking for things? could’ve just told me dude, i literally wanted this more than you.” he thinks out loud and you groan, pulling yourself up face to face with the handsome blonde.

“don’t call me dude when your fingers are n’side me!” you slur, lip all puffy and pouted. he smirks, unable to stop himself from finding amusement in your neediness and tilts his head a little so he was breathing right into your mouth.

“i’m sorry that’s my bad. baby.” he corrects himself, before pressing his lips to yours. that was much better.

[alixezae]

Pics that remind me of toji (mostly freaky ahh pics), jjk Twitter links!

Tw; freaky, suggestive, blackfem!reader, olderbf!Toji, links, nsfw, ;)

Twitter links (nsfw) that remind me of Toji

tw; p in v, public sex, car sex, choking, ass eating, spanking, etc

car sex

All tied up for him

Roleplay

Fingering you while kissing you <3

He wants you pregnant <3

Fingering you while kissing you pt.2

All tied for him pt.2

Public sex

Ghostface

Cumming in your panties

PLAP PLAP

Fucking yourself while he's gaming

Sucking his cock <3

You let your friend suck his pretty dick <3

He failed NNN

Bouncing on his dick while stroking it <3

Your boyfriend decided to cheat so you decided to fuck Toji his best friend

Relaxing day in

Divider by @xurengu0 <3

[kewltie]

[S02E03] time travel au

“So, your future boyfriend is hot. Your life is just so tragic,” Ochako teases. Izuku blushes. "I just can't believe he was alone all these years!" Her smile wanes. "Bakugou always been single-minded. He waited for you ten years, but I don't think he would have stopped there."

for izuku the 10yrs time skipped seem minuscule and bkdk's relationship was <3months old, so while he loves katsuki he's still caught in the youthful stage of love in a new relationship while katsuki has yrs to crossed that line into intense devotion.

[guraiuna]

Broken

Warning: MCD, blood

Things were not supposed to go like this. She expected any other outcome, any other ending. She was prepared for them too; both body and soul, after all the pep-talks she gave herself throughout this journey.

After all the scolding she did to herself.

Her resolve was strong; she was ready to face any outcome. Anything...

... Anything but not... this.

But when she woke up from the blast, it was too late.

She opened her eyes and the first thing she noticed was that the red, dusty light above made her dizzy.

Lumine winced. Her eyes hurt, her head hurt. Her entire body hurt, she later realised when she tried to move her arm and it felt like a thousand needled pierced her skin and muscles.

She groaned as she tried to clench her fist. She was hurt and covered in blood...

No... everything smelt like blood.

Her clothes.

The ground below.

The man laying next to her that she caught a glimpse of through her periferic vision–

Her eyes widened and she snapped her head in that direction.

And her heart churned at the sight in front of her. Another pain added to the hurt she was enduring, but this rendered her unable to breathe.

Laying next to her was Tartaglia–

... Or what was left of Tartaglia, as Lumine would then notice, golden eyes riddled with horror.

She ran her gaze over him.

There were holes in his clothes. There were holes in him.

His abdomen, his legs.

His chest.

Gaping wounds gushing blood out. Old blood turned dark as it pooled beneath him. And there was so much, it made her sick to her stomach.

And Lumine wasn't one to get sick from seeing blood– she knew that...

She knew that and yet her stomach was flipping over in itself as she took in her enemy's wounded figure.

The corners of her eyes stinging her so badly, she almost couldn't keep them open...

In the end she gave in to the urge and squeezed her eyes shut, her entire face hot from all the emotions and feelings overwhelming her.

She gritted her teeth and urged herself to get up.

She had to get up–

Get up and call out to him–

Her eyes started to sting again.

Get up and–

A strained cough yanked her out of her thoughts.

With her heart in her throat, Lumine's head snapped in that direction. Golden eyes wide as she watched the Eleventh Harbinger cough up some more blood next to her.

His face covered in deep-red blood.

His eyes squeezed shut in pain.

"Oh– H-hey there, comrade..." Was the first thing he said when he opened his eyes and they met her wide, horrified ones.

Another cough overtook him and Lumine's arm twitched, instinctively reaching for him. Until the pain seared through her and cut her movements short.

He took a deep breath after it was over and turned towards her, fresh blood trickling down the sides of his chin. Each drop cutting through what was left of her hope that he would make it out alive.

"What's with that face, comrade...?" Tartaglia asked with a small voice.

Almost a whisper.

Then he chuckled, the sound coming out as if it was cutting through his heavily maimed body.

Lumine's first instinct was to tell him to not force himself. But her voice wouldn't come out...

He gave her a weak smile– a ghost compared to the usual warm, lively ones she received from him in the past. When there was still color in his cheeks...

"Come on..." He mumbled, blue lips stained with dark blood.

There was acceptance in those dull blue eyes she grew to cherish despite knowing she shouldn't.

And all Lumine wanted was to slap it out of his eyes.

For she couldn't accept it–

And she didn't want him to accept it, either.

Accept it and give up on his–

"Don't look at me like that, Lumine..." Her heart skipped a painful beat. She almost didn't hear his weak whisper.

"You knew this will happen eventually..." He added, heavy eyelids closing down on his eyes.

And something inside Lumine broke. Something buried in the depths of her being. Something hidden. Something she guarded throughout the entirety of her journey–

And it broke for eternity.

[buckysslut]

𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐩. 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬

TW: P0RN LINKS!!!

tying subby!bucky up and playing with him

mob!bucky fucking you in the ass with his gun

you and bucky got a little distracted while sparring

bucky is just too fucking huge

[photo] bucky writing all over you

bucky pumping himself onto your hole

bucky feeding you with his huge loads

bucky fucking his fleshlight when you’re out of town

bucky barely fits

pegging subby!bucky as he fucks his fleshlight

you’re just so small compared to him

bucky has so much that it just won’t stay inside

bucky picking you up while he fucks you

bucky playing with your pussy and relishing in just how much cum he’s stuffed you full of

bucky making you hump your bunny toy

you made a joke about steve joining in in the bedroom

trying to suck him off but you can only handle the tip

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[starrystevie]

eddie’s going on a tinder date with a cute guy named steve.

he likes his freckles, brown eyes and cheeky grin. they don’t have much in common but the conversations they have in the app messages flows suspiciously easily. he’s a bit in love and antsy at the table as he watches the door anxiously for his date.

he sees person after person walk into the bar and his beer is dripping condensation onto his hand as he grips it, nerves shooting through the roof. eddie glances at the table and then back up to the door when a guy walks in and if eddie wasn’t waiting for his date, he’d want to go talk to him.

he’s cute, hot even, floppy brown hair and a charming grin, hands shoved into the pockets of his coat as he looks around the bar. his shirt clings to him in just the right way and his jeans fit him a bit too perfectly. eddie can’t help but stare and then the guy is staring back while he waves, ducking his head as he walks over.

“hey, eddie,” the man breathes out, his cheeks tinged pink from the wind. “sorry i'm late. parking was a bitch.”

and eddie’s confused. because this guy has brown eyes but not the ones he expected. freckles that are more spread out and distinct, trailing down to his neck instead of blanketing his face. his smile is perfect and he’s looking at eddie like he knows him. eddie’s a bit stunned, gaping at the guy with a slack jaw, because he’d remember someone as handsome as him if they’d met before.

“…hi?” he says like it's a question, taking a sip of his beer to do something with his hands.

he watches as the man’s eyebrows crease in confusion and the way his shirt stretches over his chest as he takes off his jacket. “it’s- i’m steve? you are eddie, right?”

eddie can feel his own eyebrows raising, wiping off his damp hand to fish his phone out of his pocket. he quickly finds steve’s profile, ignoring the messages they've sent each other over the past weeks that leave his stomach filled with butterflies, and pulls up the profile picture steve uploaded.

looking at it closely, he glances at who he thinks is steve, at the freckles dusting over his face and the toothy grin he's flashing at the camera. he's not exactly they type eddie usually goes for, but he's witty and sweet and knows about dnd, apparently, so what's not to love?

but then he looks at the other person in the picture that's slightly out of focused next to ‘steve’. looks at the two moles stark on the side of his neck, his pink tinted cheeks. the floopy brown hair and the pretty brown eyes and-

“steve?!” eddie exclaims, looking between the man in front of him and the picture on his phone. “you’re steve?”

the guy- steve- grins sheepishly, leaning on his elbows over the table to look at eddie’s eyes phone. he’s close, too close, close enough that eddie wants to-

“ohh,” he says and scratches at the back oh his head, eyes downturned with a blush trailing up his neck. “yeah, maybe i shouldn’t have used a group photo for a dating app.”

“so who did i think you were?”

their eyes meet and even in the dim bar light, eddie finds himself falling into the specks of green he sees. steve looks at the phone quickly then back up with a smirk. “my best friend, tommy. he’s kind of an asshole, though. you’re better off with me.”

“is that so?” eddie leans back, taking a sip of his beer, and really takes in his date that he now knows is steve. his toned arms, his broad shoulders, his pretty pink cheeks and pretty pink lips.

“what, are you disappointed?”

steve smiles gently and it lights up his face in a way eddie isn’t expecting. between the way he looks in a dingy bar and the way talking with steve is easier than any date he’s had before, he can’t imagine what disappointment he could ever possibly feel knowing that his date is who he is.

suddenly there’s a foot hooking around his ankle and it sends goosebumps tingling up his spine. steve’s smile softens just a bit and eddie can feel himself mirroring it back, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“i don’t think disappointed’s the right word.”

crossposted on twitter!

[n1ght0f-nyx]

though he'd never say it, philip graves is a submissive man when it comes to you. letting you stand over him like a goddess, taking his hair in your fist and guiding his mouth over your cunt, praising moans coaxing him as he sucks your clit and burries his tongue as deep as it can go. let him worship you, its all hes got when hes not out fighting (committing treason) for his country. let him smother himself in your ass cheeks, you are his safe-haven and he needs you to keep it that way with your praise and cum. suffocate him, its the only way he can breathe

[fxymi]

karasu nsfw twt links pls ive been thibking about him all week :<<

karasu links !

a/n: i love karasu i need to write for him one day omg

letting him use you to unwind

“yeah—you can take it, can’t you?”

not so average?

his nose feels so good on your sweet, sensitive cunt!

teasing you just to hear your pretty voice…

he’s so mean :(

but he can be nice when he wants to…

[3minsover]

back on my steddie bullshit fr

Thinking about hope(ful)less romantic Steve driving to Eddie's trailer in the pouring rain to finally confess his love after months of dancing around each other and almost-confessions that crumble on the tips of their tongues before they can become anything real.

Steve finds himself pacing around the ground floor of a house that's too big and too quiet, thinking about a guy who should never, ever have taken up as much of his brain as he currently does. It's a Friday night, and Eddie's most likely out at a gig, or at a bar, or doing nerd shit. He's most likely doing anything but thinking about Steve. And yet here Steve is, entirely preoccupied with the reckless marvel that is Eddie Munson.

Fuck it.

It's been four months since Vecna, and everyone seems to be okay again. It's been long enough that it wouldn't be weird for Steve to make a move, right?

Before Steve can really consider what it is he's about to do, he has his keys in hand and he's heading out towards his car. He doesn't even realize it was raining until he steps out onto the porch, tugging the door shut behind him. And there's not much thought that goes into any of it, really. It's instinctive, the way Steve knows the route to Eddie's place by now. Regardless of the thrashing of his heart, there's an easy kind of familiarity in the sodden streets and jutting roads. Steve's windshield wipers are working double time, fending off the sheets of rain that pile down amidst the humidity of late July; it'd been a cloudless day until the sun set. But like the heaviness of Steve's heart, the clouds had begun to weigh themselves down with water, waiting for the moment where the heft of it all became too much.

Steve hadn't quite beaten those clouds to the punch.

He arrives at Eddie's with really no recollection of how he'd gotten there, only that he needed to see him and nothing was going to get in his way. Eddie's already sitting out on the porch when he pulls up. The dusty ground is darker, saturated with fat, relentless raindrops. Eddie sits on the steps of his trailer, only just covered by the awning. The toes of his sneakers shine with wetness.

"Why are you out here?" Steve asks, clambering out of his car. It's all he can think to say. It's not the words he wants to purge, not the things that have been itching in his throat every time they've been alone together for the last however-many weeks. But it's what comes out.

"Wanted to hear the rain," Eddie responds, a cigarette pinched between his thumb and pointer finger. It's a simple enough response. Shouldn't warrant a reaction. Only, Steve's standing a few yards away, dampening by the moment, and he needs to just get it out.

"I need to- I gotta talk to you," Steve stutters, drifting closer. Eddie's eyes narrow.

"About what?" he asks, clearly skeptical.

"About you. Or, me. Us. I- shit, I used to be good at this." Steve raises a hand to swipe over his mouth: it comes away wet. He's fucking soaked, standing defenceless against the onslaught from above. Eddie flicks the cigarette and the butt lands at the base of the steps. He hinges upright, dropping down a step until the raindrops begin to splatter onto his curls, landing like spits of silver against the glow of the street lamps overhead.

"Good at what?" Eddie calls through the low rumble of the rain.

"Good at- I dunno, confessions? I told Nancy how I felt about her no problem. Robin was a little tougher, but I still got through that, but with you," Steve gushes, entirely unsure as to where he's going with this, "I just can't seem to find the words."

For an impossible amount of time, Eddie stares. His pretty features seem to go through about a half dozen emotions before he settles on something that Steve's soul recognizes as pity. He prepares himself for inevitable rejection.

"You're telling me you can't find the words?" Eddie asks, incredulous, "Dude, i'm a songwriter, a fucking wordsmith, and I've been drawing a blank on you for months!"

Steve squints, a little at a loss.

"What?" he asks, feels stupid for not getting it straight away.

"Steve, I should be able to write songs about the guy I love, right?"

"Well- Yeah- I- Wait, what?" Steve starts before Eddie's words catch up. The rain's growing heavier, beginning to sting his cheeks a little, but he's fixed to the spot, not daring to move any closer. It's Eddie that draws nearer, dropping down the final steps until they're on even footing.

"If you hadn't- If you didn't come over here tonight, I was gonna- I was gonna come to you. I had this whole fuckin' speech planned out - I'm pretty sure it was stupid, honestly, but I wrote it anyway, because I have all these goddamn feelings about you, Steve. And I couldn't find a way to make them sound like anything other than what they are." Eddie's waves are flattening by the second, darkening under the weight of the water falling from above. Steve's heart pounds against his ribs, threatens to break free altogether.

"But I- I came here to- You're- Eddie?"

"Fuck sake, Steve. I'm-"

"Wait." Steve interrupts him, his brain catching up all at once, overfilling and spilling over. "Wait, just let me- Can I say what I was gonna say?"

Eddie folds his arms around himself, chilled by the rain despite the thick warmth of summer around them.

"Sure. Shoot."

Steve heaves in a breath.

"Okay. Eddie. I've been thinking, and you and me, we're good, right? Like, for each other." A droplet of rain catches between Steve's lashes, forcing him to blink it away. Eddie's slim figure remains in front of him, proving that this is real, this isn't some hallucination, some daydream borne of an idle brain. "I think you and me could be something good. Great, even. And I- I- I think I- I know you maybe said it already, and I shouldn't even be-" Eddie strides forward, closing the space between them in a breathless moment. Steve's breath catches in his throat. Eddie's dark eyes dart frantically between Steve's own, so round and wide and beautiful. Steve's so in love with him. "Eddie, I'm- I think I've... fallen in love with you." Steve skates his palms over Eddie's biceps, up and over his shoulders, until he's cradling the sides of Eddie's neck. "Yeah, I'm sorry. I'm in love with you."

Where they're so closely matched in height, Steve's eyes are crossing just to keep his gaze focused on Eddie, who's looking more like the proverbial deer in headlights right now.

"Shit, Harrington," Eddie breathes, and Steve feels it warm against his rain-chilled lips, "took you long enough."

It's a kiss that follows, soft and hesitant, like Steve would do anything but lean into it, like he's anything but head over heels, absolutely and embarrassingly in love. it's a kiss, and it's wet and a little too cold, a little too out in the open, but Steve wouldn't change it for anything.