#x-men drabble

[the-wintershade]

something grabs hold of me when you’re around | Erik Lensherr

summary: storms carry a certain thunder that’s frightening, but Erik has a thunder that’s soothing.  wc: 1.1k+ genre: just loving touching, comfort, soft!Erik, reader is afraid of storms, slight angst, warmth a/n: purely self indulgent. Erik is a softy for reader and you can’t change my mind

You squeezed your eyes shut as a crack of thunder rumbled against the house. The storms were increasing in frequency and intensity over the last few days. 

It left an aching exhaustion in your bones and heart each morning. With the amount of adrenaline pumping through your body each night before, you easily had the strength of three men. 

Your presently beating heart kicked into high gear again as a flash was quickly followed by a noise. But this wasn’t the thunder you were expecting. Just your door opening. The lock gave a soft click similar to the beginning of the sound of the sky tearing open to your jumpy ears. 

“Hey,” Erik’s clear tone rang through the soft tension in the room. 

Your hands were tightly coiled around your blanket. Shakily, you drew them down enough to make out Erik’s open blue eyes. 

When thunder from the flash before shook the house, you flinched. Your body was the only thing that could respond. 

Erik frowned when you didn’t answer. He stood in a grey tank top that betrayed the muscle tone in his arms. His hair laid gently against his forehead without the parted volume it carried in the daytime. 

His vulnerable state distracted you from the storm outside. It felt like you were seeing a side of Erik that you shouldn’t have been. Then again, you weren’t doing much better. You were nearly brought to paralysis over turbulent air that wouldn’t do anything to you. 

Slowly, he padded toward your bed. Your eyes tried to adjust to his face but they hurt from the lack of proper rest. You were sure your face betrayed it too. 

He perched against your bed, sitting so his frame swallowed up your view of your window. You almost missed the flash behind him, but the way the light caught his hair suspended you in a mix of awe and fear. Your flinch wasn’t as hard as before, but it still snapped your eyes closed. 

His fingers gently rested against your shoulder. “You should have said something.” He sighed, reaching out to smooth your hair away from your cheeks. 

You rested against his hand, holding onto its strength and the stability it offered. Its warmth burrowed into you and a part of you twisted out to coil around what it could savor for later. You knew his touch would appear in your dreams on dark nights and hopeful slumbers in the future. 

“Not really my thing, metal man.” You murmured, a small smirk curving into the palm of his hand. He chuckled, deep and rumbling. A thunder you loved to sound of. 

His fingers skimmed across your cheeks and rested near your throat, the dog tags you wore jangling in greeting at his touch. “These little trinkets rarely stop moving these nights.” He hummed. 

The dog tags were a gift, a way to commemorate the past you’d gotten away from. Erik gave them to you on a night similar to this. He’d teased you about how the tags loved to sing during storms, but you knew he became quickly aware of your fear of thunder and lightning. The “singing” of your tags clinking together became more agitated when night fell and a storm sounded outside your window. 

You rolled so your face angled up to his more easily. The pillows made room for the shift of your head. Erik’s eyes bore into yours, his gaze concerned and warm. An amused smile lifted his lips. 

Your heart rested to a contented lull. The rumble of the air outside sounded duller and less threatening. 

Reaching out, you grasped his hand and wove your smaller fingers through his larger ones. They felt safe. There was a calculated vigor in his bones. Something about them brought out a calmer side of you. 

You cradled his calloused digits near your heart, trying to absorb all of him. His quiet energy, his sarcastic tone, his assured curiosity. 

“Trapping me, huh?” Another warm, strong hand came to rest near your cheek. 

You smirked back at him. “You like it.” You hummed, voice strained and cracked. It softly scratched against the stillness. “You wouldn’t have gotten this close otherwise.”

You felt the bed dip with his sigh. Your answering smile lit up the room, the flash of light from the window glinting off your teeth. 

“Move over,” he whispered and you tried to restrain your urge to be as close to him as possible as quickly as could be attained. You were about to unlace your fingers but he squeezed them tighter, trapping your escape. “You think I’m letting you go? You’ve never reached out to me before. I’m not dropping this hand for as long as I can.” 

Your hand flashed before his lips before he pressed the warmest kiss you’ve felt onto the delicate skin on the back of it. His heat seeped into your bones, another piece of him to save for later. He wormed his way underneath the covers, still keeping a firm grasp of your fingers.

“You came to me,” you scratchily disagreed. He tugged you over until your joined hands rested near his heart, and he secured his free arm around your waist. He pressed you closely against his side; you couldn’t do anything but curl up against him. 

It felt nice, warm, safe like this. The edge of the blanket skimmed against your shoulder as he drew it over the two of you before returning his arm back around your waist. “You’re a free heater. It was a benefit.” 

“Hmmm,” you rumbled against the darkness. Your tired eyes dropped without command. Erik readjusted his grip on your hands. 

“Next time,” Erik’s words angled toward you. “Next time, come and find me.” Leaning down, you felt his abdomen tense as he pressed his lips against your forehead. “Please.”

Your stomach warmed at his use of a polite term. Erik wasn’t always a polite man. It was nice to know he wanted to be polite with you. 

“Only because you said please.” You nuzzled your head into his neck, breathing him in. You pressed your lips softly against the delicate skin, a thrill of delight rushing down your spine as he subtly tightened his hold on you in response. 

“I mean it.” You knew to read behind the slight tease in his tone. 

“My tags will give me away.” You readjusted, finding the perfect spot between his shoulder and chin. “They miss you already.” 

“Sweet dreams.” He murmured, close to sleep himself. 

You brushed your knuckles over his cheek, admiring the way he softly smiled. “See you there.”

#erik lensherr #erik lensherr x reader #erik lensherr imagine #x-men drabble #x-men fic #soft!Erik #x-men fanfic #erik lensherr fluff #goodnight fics #goodnight fic #wintershade

[slashingdisneypasta]

Erik Lehnsherr x Reader ( x Alex Summers) || Drabble

Plot: Parallels between You&Erik and Jean&Logan in X2. "... Girls flirt with the dangerous guy, Logan. They don't take him home... They marry the good guy."

Warnings: Age difference and Alex' death (WHICH I'M STILL UPSET ABOUT).

"Girl’s flirt with the dangerous guy, Logan." Jean tells him, carefully, looking up at Wolverine. You're stood off to the side, having been intending to climb aboard the ship and ask her how the repairs are going before he got to her- Now you just try to stay very still and not be heard, lest you make the already awkward situation, much worse.

Be quiet, be quiet, be quiet, be quiet... You think to yourself, squeezing your eyes shut. Don't you dare make a sound, forest. This so not the time!

"They don't take him home." Jean continues, and your eyes crack open; Something in her words- and the look on Wolverine's face, are familiar to you. Compelling. "... They marry the good guy… "

You think of the ring on your left hand, and use your thumb to twist it around; Just to remind yourself that it’s there…. Even though Alex is not, anymore.

She's right. And Alex was a really good guy.

"I could be the good guy."

"Logan, the good guy sticks around."

Then they kiss, and you - silently as possible, - twist around; Wincing when the leaves make noise under foot. You just hope they're too caught up in each other’s faces, and the inevitable backlash coming from Jean, to hear you. Taking one big step, on tip toe, you start to sneak away- managing to create a good distance between yourself and the ill-conceived 'couple', before Erik appears out of nowhere.

He nearly gives you a stroke, coming down from the sky and touching base beside you, a mischievous and curious look on his stupid face at your over-the-top sneaking. You press a hand to your chest, trying to calm down your racing heart and just thanking god you didn't yelp- you're still close enough that any noise above a whisper would notify the Wolverine.

"Erik I swear to god... " You breath out heavily, glancing back just to make sure the coast is clear still. Then you look back, and scrunch up your nose at him; Resting your hands sternly on your hips. "What have I told you about doing that!"

"I'm sure not to, but for full disclosure my dear- I don't recall." He makes an innocent face, but it’s full of crap and you know the look quite well.

"You probably weren't listening." You deadpan.

"Probably." Erik agrees, softly. "You know me well."

Rolling your eyes, you cross your arms and enjoy in the silence for a moment... thoughts returning to the scene you just watched by the ship. It was familiar, and you remember now- why it was so. You must have had a million versions of that same conversation, that same quiet, traitorous moment, before... with Erik.

But you made the same decision as Jean. You picked the good guy - coincidentally, the Summers’ guy, -, because even though in some respects, you agree with Erik's motives, you never agreed with his methods. His life was and is- a whirlwind, and you could - would, - never conjure a fantasy, in which you would ever fit into it.

And oh... Alex was so wonderful. Make no mistake, you love - loved? - Erik... but you loved - love, - Alex, too, just the same.

"... My dear, what are you thinking about?" Erik breaks the silence, of course, and you realise why when you notice your thumb nail between your teeth as you think. Removing it, you shake some hair out of your face and at the same time shake off those thoughts. You'll only lose yourself if you go down that path, and you need to be present right now. With Charles captured and all hell breaking loose like it is, you need your wits about you. Erik cannot distract you, now.

But, still- you could always talk to Erik about anything. "Alex and I." You admit boldly, watching for his reaction; Wondering if he would back off, or get bitter about it all... how you rejected him for Alex so many times all those years ago.

… He doesn't show much, but a flicker of a grin at the corner of his mouth.

"What a love story that was." He allows softly, kindly.

It makes you smile genuinely at him, and uncross your arms. An almost mischievous grin of your own then slips over your face, baiting him. You're curious, suddenly; To know what Erik's thinking. Taking a deep breath as if changing the topic, you hold your arms behind your back and ask: "... so, you seen what's going on between Jean and Wolverine?"

"Oh, yes." He chuckles. "The Wolverine's moony glances her way are plenty for me to gather what's going on between those two." He rolls his eyes up towards the sky. "What a predicament, for them."

"Y'think she'll pick Scott in the end?"

"Oh, definitely. She's far too smart." He gives you a meaningful look, and you feel love for him wash over you once again- not that it ever really left you.

So... it’s possible you never stopped loving him.

"Maybe in 40 years they'll get another chance." You finally manage to spit out after a few moments of silence pass between you.

Erik smirks. "Maybe."

#Erik Lehnsherr x Reader Drabble #Magneto x Reader Drabble #Erik Lehnsherr x Reader #Magneto x Reader #Drabble #X-Men #X-Men x Reader #X-Men Drabble

[metalxmind]

Small idea I’ve had in my head for a while but not quite long enough to properly write out and post as a fic.

There was always something Charles loved about the casual way Erik used his powers. The steady movements, the casual, almost careless actions, but Charles knew it was anything but careless. Especially where Charles himself was involved. 

That’s why he always enjoys it so much when he gets to say, “I think I need a shave, darling.” 

Charles had always been good at finding a silver lining. After his accident, things had been different. Being a tetraplegic was anything but positive, really, or that was how it seemed to him. But, over time he started to find some things, no matter how small, that helped him look on the brighter side.

“Hands or powers?” Erik asks, looking over at him, a small smile on his face. 

“Powers,” Charles replies with confidence. 

That’s how Charles finds himself sitting back in his chair, the razor moving carefully over his face, suspended by Erik’s powers. The man himself is using his hands to shave his own face, the movement of one copying the movement of the other. Both of them facing the mirror and Erik is keeping an eye on them at the same time, carefully tracking the movements. 

Before, Erik had always used his powers when it came to shaving himself. He had offered to Charles, originally, informing him that he was much more sure of himself that way than with using his hands, it was easier, more sensitive to what he was doing than his hands were. Because of this, he was more ready and willing to shave Charles with his powers than his hands. Over time though, he started to use his hands to shave himself at the same time as using his powers on Charles. 

It is always nice, yet a little strange for Charles, feeling the razor sliding over his face, with no hand holding to it. He tilts his head this way and that as Erik goes along, making it easier for the other man. 

The whole time, Charles fights the urge to smile brightly at his partners power and control. 

The best part is, once they’re both clean shaven, getting to pull Erik in close and kiss him, feeling the smooth skin sliding against his own, his smile finally showing into it.

They both know they find each other’s powers to be a turn on and it’s just one more way that Charles finds himself hopelessly in love with the other man. 

#my writing #cherik drabble #cherik fic #fanfic #Charles Xavier #Erik Lehnsherr #charles xavier x erik lehnsherr #drabble #x-men drabble #tetraplegic Charles Xavier #cherik

[atsuwumus]

𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄 who presses down on your tummy when he's fucking you so you feel just how deep he truly is. his voice husky and deep, warm with a hungry twinge of want reserved just for you. spreads his palms and fingers as wide as they can go, whispering, "feel me there? right here? yeah? that's how deep I am. tell me, can your pretty cunt take it?"

𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄 who forces eye contact, your cheeks squished together between his fingers till you form the prettiest pout for him because, "I need to see how I'm making my pretty girl feel."

𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄 who fucks you over and over again until he's satisfied you won't be able to take anymore, who gingerly presses kiss after kiss to your ankles and calves as he gingerly lowers your legs down from his shoulders, murmuring, "good girl, you were such a good girl for me."

#I'm genuinely not well about these men anymore (ó﹏ò｡) #IWISH TO NOT BE PERCEIVED #zayne drabbles #zayne x reader #zayne smut #zayne x you #zayne headcanons #love and deep space drabbles #love and deep space fic #love and deep space x reader #love and deep space smut #love and deep space x you #love & deepspace #zayne scenarios #zayne imagines

[satoruluvies]

drunk/suggestive texts with jjk men

[nsfw!]

includes: gojo, geto, nanami, choso, toji and sukuna

requested!

i feel like i suck when it comes to writing smuts idk im shy lol

i lowkey hate this one :(

#jjk fanfic #jjk texts #jjk x you #jjk imagines #jjk smau #jjk crack #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #gojo x reader #gojo smau #gojo smut #jjk smut #geto x reader #geto smau #geto smut #nanami x reader #nanami smau #nanami smut #choso x reader #choso smau #choso smut #toji x reader #toji smau #toji smut #sukuna x reader #sukuna smau #sukuna smut #jjk drabbles #jjk men

[salaciousdoll]

· · Just in: Gojo Satoru just found out he’s a chubby chaser like the rest · ·

･˳ . ⋆ Reporting From Gojo Satoru x Chubby!Fem!reader ･˳ . ⋆

୨⍣୧ ⁺⁎˚ ⋆━━ Warnings : Smut, Dirty talking, pwp, fluids( squirting, cum on body and inside), creampie, heavy body worship, Gojo calling you a cry baby and chubby bunny, words of affirmation, pet names ( such as doll, Angel, etc.), missionary position, stretch marks mentioned, reader is shoko’s nurse assistant( guess you could say it’s the original verse/ au in a way idk), please enjoy yourself. Wc: 800

ෆ ‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿ ෆ ̟ ̇ ┈•ﾟNote from Maydayaisha: This is for my chubby girls who doesn’t feel like their fave or anyone would love them. I wrote this with myself and other chubby/plus size babes. Love you all so much and just know I’m here for you all. Anyways, love you and enjoy my first time Drabble I decided to do! Also please note I did this in 45 minutes so it’s not gonna be perfect at all. <33

“ Give it to me, baby doll.”, Satoru moans into your ear as he presses your body underneath his. The cushion of your body was something he needed to drown in. He couldn’t get you off his mind the moment he saw you working alongside Shoko as her nurse assistant.

Your eyes were shut tightly as your dried-up glitter lip gloss lips opened in a big O. You couldn’t take him and he knew you couldn’t because of the whispery moans falling from your pretty lips. “ Cat got your tongue, Angel. Too much f’ya.” Gojo rose up off your body— watching you shake from how deep he was inside of you. He chuckled whilst rubbing your clit— your legs were about to close but his hand stopped it, “ Ah ah Ah, no, keep them just like they are, pretty. Shit! You’re fucking squeezing me.”

“ Sato-Ahh~ I can’t— I can’t please pull out for a minute. Lemme - ugh! Mmm.”, Your moans were a ballad to him, a beautiful ballad. Gojo leaned down to kiss your bruised, puffy lips as he slowed down his strokes. Only then long stroking inside of your sloppy cunt. His cum was already painted over your pussy and he still had the energy to keep going. It was so painfully good because you two have been at this for about— shit who are you kidding you lost track.

Gojo knew he was digging inside of your stomach because of your juices traveling down his big cock, “ fucking pussy is eating on my dick. You’re that eager to take me in your stomach, Yeah? Don’t leave me hanging here love, Answer me.” You were speechless and couldn’t even talk— especially when he rolled his hips in a perfect circle, pausing to fuck his dick inside of you with the speed you never knew he had.

Tears danced in your pretty eyes, eventually dancing down your big apple cheeks causing Gojo to lick them off as he snapped his hips into yours. Your body vibrations were the topping to his cake. “ Got your breath took away, huh? Didn’t answer me-mmm- but you’re still so pretty for me, perfect pussy taking me deep.” Gojo slapped your pussy with his clean, pretty hands. “ You’re crying too? Such a big baby while taking my cock. Come on, just a little more for me, cherry pie.”

Gojo rose up again, smiling at you, “ No matter what anyone says, you’re beautiful, fucking gorgeous to me, especially when you’re taking my cock inside of that warm pussy of yours. Gotta say, Angel, you’re holding on so well.” His words of affirmation did nothing but make you squirt on his dick like a fire hydrant on a hot sunny day. “Perfect. Perfect. Perfect. Gojo was chanting the words like the crowd chanting for their teams on a game night, only whispering it against your face when he bent down again. His moans were getting louder as he braced himself to cum anywhere in or on your body.

Soon Gojo’s long, slender fingers intertwined with your chubby fingers as his white hair clouded his vision from seeing you squirm and come undone underneath him. He stopped fucking you with a loud and long groan, pulling out of you when some of his cum got inside of you. He wanted some of his fluid inside of you and on top of your chubby body. Your pretty tummy with stretch marks was now being drowned with his white , thick cum. Gojo’s body was shaking drastically as he stroked his cock above you, “ Fuck, Shit! So so good. My chubby bunny. Such a good- mmmgh!- little slut. My good little slut.”

He stopped stroking his thick, pretty cock once all of his cum came out of his body and onto yours. Yours and his chest was rising and falling harshly. His red flushed face was an art you admired even through diamond like a vision from your pretty teary eyes. Gojo chuckled— watching you try to get your vision back by whipping your eyes. His big, rough hands grabbed your wrist, you should’ve known from his little smirk on his face, he’ll say the one thing you hated being called during sex, "My little crybaby as well.”

Gojo was now just staring at your body with his blue Crystal like eyes. He studied the different areas your stretch marks appeared at. He licked his lips at your body rising and falling slowly now. Your cute double chin was so admirable to him. He was in love with you. Maybe even obsessed. He fucking adored your chubby body. If this is what it means to be a chubby chaser then he’s at the top of the list. Maybe even in the VIP section with Geto, Toji, and Nanami.

Tagging: @shunsuist @happygoluckyalexis @honeybleed ( my baby I am so sorry for not tagging you when I put this out, forgive me) @mastermindenoshimaalicia @cybercandy1 @simpingfor-wakasa @angelshub and anyone else who wants to be tagged in drabbles

#gojo satoru #gojo satoru smut #jjk smut #jjk x reader #chubby reader #plus size reader #jjk x y/n #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #x black reader #black reader #jjk x black reader #jjk x chubby reader #anime smut #anime x chubby reader #anime men x reader #jjk drabbles #jjk imagines #satoru gojō x reader #angelshubnetwork

[satorusugurugurl]

JJK Men: Seeing You Without Makeup For the First Time

Warning: Fluffy sweetness, insecurities, suggestiveness, language

Characters: Gojo Satoru, Choso Kamo, Modern!Ryomen Sukuna, Nanami Kento

Word Count: 2,993

A/N: Ah yes, I love this trope. It was fun to write!! Please Enjoy, don't blame me from any cavities from this sweet fluff. Request Open.

Gojo Satoru:

The smell of freshly brewed coffee was the only thing keeping your eyes open. You grumbled and cursed the sun for rising another day as you leaned over the kitchen counter, watching the magic bean juice filling your cup. The higher-ups must not like you because the mission they just sent you on was hell.

A week, a damn week, you were gone. A week from your bed, students, and your boyfriend. Stupid old men and their dumb missions. But who were you to complain if you paid your bills and you were able to teach the next generation of sorcerers? So life wasn't that bad.

Then again, your somewhat happy outlook on life might be the sleep deprivation talking.

The bastards were sweet enough to give you one day to recuperate. There was no time to relax, though. You had laundry to sort through, groceries to pick up, and the normal mundane things you'd missed out on during the WEEK you were gone!

A day off was a day off despite it being a busy one. You would get it all done after you drank this coffee Satoru got you from Mexico on his last mission. As soon as you downed it, you would off. You were already dressed to go. You had on sweats and a t-shirt, and you opted out of putting on any makeup, seeing that you would just be running around.

Your phone chimed as Satoru’s name popped up on your screen. You smiled as you opened the chat.

Satoru: Good morning, beautiful! 😙 Welcome back! I had breakfast delivered to you; enjoy! 🍳🥓🧇

“Oh, he's getting laid later.” You squealed, running for the door to your apartment.

You flung it open, staring at the ground, expecting a bag, but instead, you were greeted by shoes. Designer shoes that you knew all too well. Slowly trailing up dark uniform pants and jacket that was from the same school you worked at. Further up, you caught sight of a wide grin, a blindfold, and fluffy white hair. All of which belongs to your boyfriend, who was holding a takeout bag.

“Special delivery for Y/L/N Y/N!”

Your boyfriend was here. The same boyfriend who was utterly gorgeous no matter what condition he was in. The man could be caked in blood, and you still wanted to kiss him. Then there was you; you always put in the effort to look nice around him, hair styled, cute outfit, some form of makeup always on.

Today was not one of those days.

In a panic, you squeaked, slamming the door in his face. “What the fuck?! What the actual fuck!?” You glanced around for anything you could use to hide your appearance. You panicked and grabbed the first thing off the couch.

“Uhm, babe?” Satoru questioned, opening the door. “I know you were gone for a week. But I'm Gojo Satoru, your boyfriend.”

“I know!! Sorry, I wasn't expecting to see you!” you had your back turned to him, covering your face with your hands. “T-Thanks for the food! But I have so much to do!”

“Really?”

“Yep! Laundry!”

“I had Ijichi pick it up this morning.”

Fuuuuck.

“O-Okay! I have to get groceries!”

“Your fridge is fully stocked, courtesy of yours truly.”

The room felt like it was shrinking in on you as you listened to him come up behind you. The bag was discarded as his arms wrapped around you, pulling you into his chest. You weren't sure how he would react, seeing your bare face, and that was terrifying.

So many men thought women wearing makeup was like lying. You had always done very light and minimal makeup, but it didn't make it less scary. Sensing the tension, Satoru gently turned you around so you were facing him. He stiffened, his mouth turning from a grin to a shocked expression.

“Y/N?” His voice was so quiet.

“Y-Yeah?”

A choked laugh erupted from his throat. “I-Is that one of my blindfolded?!” He called as you stated at the darkness his blindfold provided. “Oh my god, hold on! Hold on!” You could feel him near you with the camera on his phone clicking. “Oh my god, wait until the second years see this!” Fingers hooked under the blindfold, yanking it up and off your head.

Your hands flew up, hiding your face. Your attempt was foiled as Satoru's gentle hands pulled them away. With a shuddering sigh, you looked up at him, biting your cheek as he fully saw you. For you, no makeup, fancy clothes, or styled hair.

Satoru just smiled, leaning down before he kissed your lips gently. “Welcome home.” He pulled back, tilting his head to the side. “What was with the off-brand cosplay?” Your cheeks are flushed, the darker pigment visible without any trace of makeup.

“I-I don't have any makeup on.”

“Oh!” He straightened, his large hand patting your head. “You're so cute.”

His grin grew wider at the confused expression inching its way over your face. “Seriously? Do you think that? Even without the makeup and the baggy clothes? You still think I'm cute?” Satoru’s head bobbed up and down so fast you thought his head would fall out. His sincere reaction made you giggle, shaking your head. “Satoru, you are so strange. But also extremely sweet.” When you looked up, you blinked, seeing Gojo holding up one side of his blindfold. His bright blue eye looked you over, inching over every curve and surface of you. “Satoru, stop staring.”

“I just was confirming something.” he snapped his blindfold back into place before draping an arm over you.

You poured yourself a cup of coffee while Satoru pulled your breakfast out of the bag. “Confirming what?”

“Just confirming with Six-Eyes that I have the prettiest girlfriend in the entire world.”

Gojo’s smile slowly faded as you slammed the coffee pot down. Oh fuck, what did he say?! You led around; fire swarmed in Y/E/C eyes as you stormed over to him, grabbing his wrist.

“W-What?! What did I say?” He huffed out a gasp as you shoved him onto the couch.

“Everything.”

You unzipped his pants, and Gojo’s eyes were wide behind his blindfold. Even with Six-Eyes, Gojo did not see this coming. Spoiler alert: It was him, he was going to cum.

Choso Kamo:

A knock at your door had you straightening from your spot on the couch. Looking at your phone, you quickly got up. It was well past midnight, and it was never a good sign when someone knocked that late at night on the door.

Much to your relief, when you opened the door to your apartment, your boyfriend looked down at you. “Choso?” a sigh of relief escaped your lips.

“I'm sorry. Did I wake you?” he asked before entering your apartment.

“No, I think you just saved me a stiff neck.” You yawned out before locking the door. “Did you and Yuuji finish up with that mission?”

“Yes, he went back home; I wanted to see you.”

Choso watched as you moved around the apartment. You straightened up the pillows on the couch and wiped down your kitchen before grabbing his hand and leading him to the bedroom. The entire time you went about your mundane tasks, Choso just stared. He couldn't put his finger on it, but something was different about you.

Choso’s eyes moved over you. Trying to depict what was different tonight. Haircut? No. New pajamas? No, that wasn't it, either. Everything Choso tried to think of wasn't the right answer. Not knowing what it was frustrated him to the point that Choso’s eyebrow twitched.

What had you glowing in the lowlights of your bedroom as you pulled the sheets back? “Cho?” You finally asked with a nervous chuckle. “Are you okay? You're staring holes through me.” Realizing that he had been caught, Choso flinched.

“I'm sorry, sorry I just—” Words trailed off as his cheeks flushed.

You had noticed Choso staring at you since he came inside. The poor guy never saw you without makeup, which was probably strange. He seemed to be struggling, trying to find the words to the mountain of questions he might have.

“It's okay. I think I know what you're going to ask.”

“Huh?”

“Yeah, you’re going to ask what’s different.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I look different because I’m not wearing makeup.”

Choso tilted his head to the side.”Oh, no, I was going to say you look radiant tonight.” The words that left his mouth had both of you standing in silence.

You just eyed Choso as he smiled, nodding his head like he'd figured out the mystery of what was different. Pleased with his conclusion, he helped you pull the sheets back. His hands smoothed out the covers before he peered up at you. You were blushing, smiling ear to ear as you finished pulling the bed back.

“I just finished doing my skincare routine,” you announced as you crawled into bed after Choso showered. “I have a new serum that is supposed to make you look luminescent.”

Choso studied you carefully as he crawled into bed with you. “Mmm, maybe that’s it.” He pulled you into his arms. “Or maybe it’s just me.” Choso hummed, staring into the face that he loved so much. “Falling in love.” Love?! “Yeah, I think that’s exactly what this is.”

That was the reasoning behind your radiant glow. A glow that always surrounded you no matter what you wore or looked like. Choso saw utter perfection in you. So it only made sense that the reason you looked extra stunning was that he had fallen in love with you even more.

You just snuggled closer into his chest, grinning wide as he yawned. “I love you too, Cho.”

Ryomen Sukuna:

Ten minutes. All it took was ten minutes before chaos erupted in Sukuna’s apartment. He had just finished changing when he heard the commotion. Yuuji and Choso were bickering before you gently tried to break up the argument. The next thing he heard was a scream, your scream, to be exact.

He bolted, running into the kitchen, where he found you wiping at your face. “What the fuck?!” His younger brothers both stood in shock, watching you in fear. Yuuji was holding a box of baking soda, and Choso held a bottle of vinegar.

In the center of the kitchen was the volcano experiment you had been helping Yuuji make. Sukuna was able to put it all together in an instant. He didn't bother yelling. He instead lifted you into his arms, carrying you to the bathroom.

“What the hell happened?” You flinched when you felt a warm, wet rag gently cleaning your face off.

“The boys wanted to see how big of an explosion they could make. But you know the boys, they both were arguing about who should do what. Words were said, contents were thrown into a beaker, and I didn't have my safety goggles on.”

Sukuna sighed, continuing to rub off the mess on your face. “You're not hurt, are you?”

“Nope!” Your confident response had your boyfriend chuckling as he wiped more of the foamy goop off your face.

After about five minutes of wiping and rinsing the rag, Sukuna sat on the tub's edge, examining your face. It was without the small amount of makeup you had on and the lighting of the bathroom that he stared at you. You were stunning, gorgeous in everything. But here in the bathroom, his eyes mapped out your face.

“What happened here?” he asked, fingertips pressing against a small scar under your eye.

Thinking it was food coloring, you turned to the mirror, seeing your bare face. “EH?!” You touched it, groaning as you looked back at your boyfriend, who was smirking. “You wiped off all my makeup!” For a second, Sukuna thought he was dealing with a third child in his apartment.

“Oh, I'm sorry. Did you want to have vinegar on your face?” You shook your head. “That's what I thought. So confess what happened there?”

“Acne scar.”

A soft him rumbled in his chest before he learned over, thumb grazing over a tiny scar at the bottom of your lip. “This?” gentle fingers moved up, brushing over your bottom lip as he stepped closer towards you.

“I-I fell off my bike.”

You swallowed hard, whimpering as Sukuna’s fingers grazed over your face. You were feeling how soft your delicate skin was. All of you mesmerized him. Every time you came over, he learned a little more about you. And god, he fuckin’ loved that.

His hands gently mapped your face out. The softness had you breathing heavily, his eyes glued to your lips. Having your boyfriend gaze over you with such a soft yet burning gaze had you shifting. The air in the bathroom became thick with need as he slowly slipped your tank top sleeve down.

“Y/N, let me see all of you. I want to map out your body and learn everything it has to say.”

“W-What’s gotten into you?”

The whisper tone of your voice had Sukuna sliding the other sleeve of your tank top down. “You. You’ve crept your way into my heart.” The confession that spilled from his lips has you leaning in, wanting him to touch you everywhere. The same way he had touched your face.

“Hey, is she okay?” Choso’s timid voice whispered through the door. “Yuuji’s worried.”

“Take Yuuji out for ice cream.” Your tank top is slowly pulled over your head. “My card is on my dresser.”

Silence spreads out as you tug Sukuna’s shirt up and off. “R-Really?” hands began working on jeans.

“Yes, I have my own project to work on.” Sukuna turned the shower on, and he never heard Choso collecting Yuuji so fast. Refusing to answer any questions as the door to the apartment slammed shut.

Sukuna’s antics had you giggling, licking your lip, and he stripped you completely. “A project, huh?” he nodded, following you into the shower.

“Yeah, but it won't be vinegar foam that covers that pretty face this time.”

Nanami Kento:

The hotel sheets were cold and crisp over your and your boyfriend's bodies. Between the chill and the heat Nanami was putting out, you felt so comfortable. It was the perfect combination that made you want to relish the feeling forever.

The sun was up, which meant you both would be going home soon. You both had been called out on a mission, one that took a bit longer to handle than you both were anticipating. You missed the last train back to Tokyo. Leaving you both stranded in Kawasaki for the night.

Instead of having one of the assistant supervisors drive all the way out to get you, you and Nanami decided to stay at a hotel. God, it was nice: room service, wine, a hot shower. Missing that last train was a reward for the two of you. Nothing more than relaxation and joy. But the moment Nanami pulled you tighter against him, you realized you didn't have your overnight bag.

Meaning you didn't have your makeup.

“Oh no, oh god no.” You whined as Nanami lifted his head.

“What’s wrong?” His groggy voice asked, trying to assess what was going on.

Burying your face in your pillow, you grumbled, cringing as you felt Nanami shift beside you. “I don't have my bag.” The covers move as Nanami props himself up.

“Your overnight bag?”

“Mhmm.”

Silence stretched out. “Did you need something out of it? Aspirin or tampons? I'll go grab you some.” The sincerity of his words made your heart soar. God, Nanami was the best boyfriend.

“No, no, I'm okay.” You shyly turned, swallowing hard. “I just realized you've never seen me without makeup.”

Nanami’s gaze was soft; honey-brown eyes slowly roamed over your face. He took his time, his hand reaching out, knuckles grazing your cheek. It was so gentle and sweet that you pressed yourself against his hand. The warmth spreads to every part of your body.

The bed shifts as Nanami’s hand cups your cheek, pulling you closer. “You are still as stunning in the morning bare-faced as you are all dolled up.” Before you could even think of what to say in response, his lips were on yours.

His lips were warm, like a spring day. You moaned happily, kissing him back as his hands slowly ran down your arms. Breaking the kiss, had you pouting with a displeased groan that shifted into a moan. Those warm lips slowly moved down your face. Nanami was trailing the softest, warmest kisses down your body, over your shoulders and upper arm.

“I want to see all of you.” Hot breath whispered over your skin. “See every part of you, body, mind, and soul in the raw.”

Soft kisses were replaced with gentle nips. The sensation had you arching your back as Nana crawled on top of you. His morning wood was pressing against your hip. It felt like you were melting into the mattress as the once-comfortable room suddenly became too warm. The need to get naked grew stronger and stronger.

“Kento~”

He didn't respond. He was too busy being love-drunk off of you. His fingers, lips, and teeth slowly mapped out every part of your body. Nanami’s actions left you a squirming mess underneath him. One that he was so pleased to see and feel.

Only once you were gasping for air, gripping his shirt, begging him for more, did Nanami finally pull back, taking his shirt off. “Every inch of you is the most beautiful thing that's graced this world, Y/N.” You sat up, pulling him into a starved kiss as he took your shorts off. Limbs entangling as he gently laid you down.

And yes, you missed the morning train. . .and the afternoon train. . .poor Ijichi had to pick you up.

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[svtcrus]

where they like to put their hands || JJK men x afab!reader

disclaimer : explicit MDNI + ageless blogs dni , afab!reader , dom characters, dirty talking , slight dacryphilia for gojo , ass slapping for nanami, not proof read , whooole lotta smut :P

a/n : this idea is inspired from this which is from @/anantaru ! very lovely work give them love !

┊ ˚➶ ｡˚ GOJO SATORU - your mouth

both his middle and pointer fingers are in your mouth, forcing you to taste both yours and his slick. satoru is pulling your jaw down not giving a single fuck with you drooling all over his hand. instead he's simply stuck in what feels like an absolute fantasy.

he’s admiring your lips and the way your tongue swirls around his slender digits making his ego grow. the way you look so hopeless beneath him all while he's absolutely ramming into you— he can feel you moan through his hand, tear stricken but eyes rolling so far back from the absolute pleasure of his dick so deep inside you— satoru can't help but put a prideful smirk on his face.

the sight will only further insue him to make you suck his fingers in your mouth. baby blues now dark with passion. he’s reaching so far back into you, his pace is abnormal and all you can do is mewl in response to his pounding.

you look stupidly gorgeous, all while you’re making a mess of both your face and down there, with a tear stained face. his fingers covered in your fluids, you clenching around his obscene length. he's savouring every bit of this lustful moment.

"fuck, look at you sweetheart. all messy and still begging for my cock hm?"

┊ ˚➶ ｡˚ NANAMI KENTO - your ass

oh kento may not be so vocal about it physically, but mentally he’s making the most sinfully lustful comments on how the plush of your ass bounces. the way he sees you suck him in from behind as he’s languidly pounding into your poor cunt.

his large hands gripping your ass, slapping it, only to then spread your cheeks apart to see his dick disappear into your pussy— he can see how his dick is covered in the mixture of both yours and his slick. how with every thrust it elicits another loud moan from your mouth— kento is cursing beneath his breath from this erotic view.

and as his hands lets go from such impolite motions, it doesn’t stop him from speeding up the pace the moment he feels you squeezing ever so tightly around him. he will cuss and growl at how you feel, at how your ass and dripping pussy makes him lose all credibility of his deemed careful nature. he swears he’s not addicted to this scene, but god seeing the plump of your ass and being able to squeeze it from behind? well, maybe just a little bit…

“fuck darling, you’re squeezing so fucking tight ‘round me.”

┊ ˚➶ ｡˚ GETO SUGURU - your tits

to be fair he likes- no loves it when you’re on top of him. feeling you grind and bounce on his cock, whilst you let out the most lewd moans. your fingernails digging into his chest from the sheer pleasure of him so buried deep within you. however as you’re all handsy on his chest, he’s all handsy on your own.

he fucking loves grabbing onto your tits, watching them bounce as his fingers play around with your areola causing you to beg even more for a release. he gets the whole view from underneath you, and he is obsessed with just groping your chest.

and when you lean in closer as your orgasm is near, he finds this as an opportunity to latch his lips and suckle around your nipples while his one hand teases the other. it makes you go haywire, grinding your hips with vitality chasing for that desired high. suguru still continuing his movements, purring for you to cum.

“c’mon baby, cum f’me. c’mon, i know you can.”

┊ ˚➶ ｡˚ TOJI FUSHIGURO - your p*$$y

toji is greedy. needy. fucking horny. he’s whipped for you, your body…especially your pussy. the bed is messy, the air is hot from all your panting and begging for toji to go deeper. he’s above you, legs raised to his shoulders and he’s admiring the view from beneath.

he’s biting his lips to point they’re almost bleeding, entranced at the sight of how much he stretches you out. how his girth is thrusting into you, he just can’t help but hover his fingers over your cunt.

he’ll full on drag the surface of his palm against you, curiosity peaking at how you’d react; you’re whining from the sudden action. but your whining soon turns to a loud gasp at the feeling of his thick digits teasing the folds of your soaking clit. it has you arching your back, and gripping the bedsheets till your knuckles turn white. meanwhile toji is getting a rise from your reaction, so he continues to rub, pinch, press his fingers along your pussy.

he’ll continue this till his release, not caring whether or not you have already done so yourself. he’ll overstimulate you if he very so pleases.

“yeah? you wanna cum again? go on honey. fuckin’ cum.”

@svtcrus || 02.28.24

do not copy, plagiarize, modify, repost my work

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[corollaservant]

jjk men react to you giving them hickeys

suggestive / quick drabble (bc my ex hated that shit)

Gojo: He doesn’t notice when you start sucking a specific spot on his long neck until he feels a sharp pain. Your plump lips turn him on and he doesn’t really give a fuck about the mark, which he knows will be more than visible especially since he’s so pale and his shirts always show collarbones. He’s too into it to tell you anything though as he grabs your hips and moves them on his clothed bulge.

Geto: He’s reserved and levelheaded. Plus he’s also a grown man so he groans when you start biting and sucking on his neck. He feels turned on but urges you to slow down, ‘’sweetheart..stop’’ he’ll tell you but will eventually let you do your thing, he knows how stubborn you get. He also needs a reason to punish you later on by thrusting harshly in you for being a disobedient girl. 

Nanami: He is not a fan of hickeys as he thinks it’s not very professional to sport love bites to corporate the next day but he is also the type to give ones himself so when he hears your complaints ‘’but..baby.. you do this all the timee’’ as you slowly kiss and bite his neck, he just goes along with it, his cock twitching when you divert your attention to his earlobe and suck on it too. 

Toji: Absolutely not a fan. He thinks this is behavior of silly little insolent brats. Each time you’ll try to continuously suck on one spot, he’ll slap your ass with vice, he wants you to behave and do your usual business with him. One thing he never admits though is how fucking good your soft tongue feels on his neck, it gives him chills sometimes- but you never notice so he doesn’t ever tell you.

Sukuna: He wouldn’t mind if it didn’t drag on for toooo long, he needs more action and less teasing so he doesn’t prefer it, but it’s never an issue of appearance with him. ‘’You’re being slow’’ he’ll say as you tease the crook of his neck, ‘’move on’’. 

Higuruma: He would never allow it in any previous relationships he had. He has a name to maintain and is not fond of territorial marking and all that ‘’teenager stuff’’. You’d be the one to change his mind, whispering seductively in his ear ‘’please Hiromi, let me kiss you’’ wiggling your hips as he’d slowly groan and comply. ‘’I’ll ride your face, if you let me’’ you promise him and he- well..he will just let you.

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[pupkashi]

satoru loves yapping [to you]

satoru was always chatty, shoko could definitely attest to that statement, subjected to too many conversations she definitely did not care about.

“isn’t it hotter than usual? i swear last year it was colder around this time of year-” he began, continuing to talk as shoko tried to focus instead on healing an injured itadori in front of her.

it seemed that his chatty characteristic only amplified when you were around, his eyes would visibly brighten, practically gleaming when you appeared in his eyesight.

“sweetheart! how are you? staying cold in this heat?” you can help but smile at him, walking straight into his already outstretched arms and squeezing his waist a bit, pressing a soft peck to his cheek before pulling away.

“heat? it feels so good out today!” you sigh happily, waving yellow to shoko and itadori, “it is hotter than last year though I’ll tell you that,” satoru grins at your words, turning to shoko with a flint in his eyes before turning back to you.

“that’s what I said! global warming is getting too severe-” the two of you walking out hand in hand, the taller man still talking as you listened intently.

satoru never felt the need to be quiet around you, always finding things to talk about no matter the task or the hour.

“and so you would think that since they were doing so bad they would think of making changes right?” you nod along, humming so he knows you’re listening, “but no! they keep going with same stupid strategy and it’s so frustrating as a fan to see, i just want him to achieve his dreams,” he sighs sadly.

“can you pass the salt?” you ask, taking it from his much larger hand, thanking him before speaking up again, “why does he keep resigning if they always treat him so poorly?” you ask, satoru smiles, heart warming at the fact that you really do pay attention to him.

“he’s always wanted to win with Ferrari- let me take you back to the beginning” he begins, giving you a summary of charles leclerc’s life as you finish cooking dinner.

you could always tell when he got a bit insecure of how talkative he was, but you’d always smile at him, urging him to go on. “and then what? why’d you stop talking?” you’d say, making him smile widely before quietly starting again.

“I’m listening, angel boy,” you mumble in between dreams, listening to him talk about how orange juice isn’t the same as it was when he was growing up and how the new game he downloaded was more complicated than it seems.

it could be nearing 2 in the morning but you wouldn’t mind, satoru would be discussing how and why wombats have cube shaped poops and how koalas eat eucalyptus and pandas have half a brain cell they don’t bother to use.

“it has no real nutritional value and that’s why they have to eat so much of it,” he mumbles, eyes drooping as he cuddles closer to you.

“aren’t they made to digest meat?” you whisper, head tucked into the crook of his neck, your breath running a chill down his spine.

“think so, dunno” he mumbles back, breathing evening out before he’s fully asleep.

your eyes open slowly as you crane your neck, his pink lips slightly parted as he takes soft breaths, snowy hair pointing every which way.

you can’t help but smile at your lover.

“goodnight pretty boy” you whisper, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, “my little yapper,” you chuckle to yourself, already looking forward to what he’d talk about tomorrow.

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a/n: hi friends ! just a quick little something i put together bc i miss satoru so bad lately </3 he’s def a yapper and i want to hear him talk all day and night

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[silver-tongued-deovel]

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Just getting back into writing, so warning: potentially ooc Ghost.

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- cbf! Simon, who reaches out to an old acquaintance to send his first paycheck to you. He has the barracks and mess hall and knows you have no such comforts.

- cbf! Simon, who finds you left town as soon as you turned 18 from said acquaintance.

-cbf! Simon, who can't seem to track you down no matter how hard he tries. It's just like you disappeared. He can't even find any semblance of an internet presence.

-cbf! Simon, who lets it haunt him. The memories of your friendship and the absence of knowledge regarding your current life pop into his head at the worst times.

- cbf! Simon, who believes he's cursed. That he'll lose everyone he loves.

-cbf! Simon, who eventually accepts that he'll never have a bond like the two of you shared. Sure, he has his teammates. But they don't care for each other the same way you two did.

-cbf! Simon, who eventually learns to live with your absence. He even befriends his other teammates and (eventually) the tf141.

-cbf! Simon, who sees a girl eerily similar to what he imagined you'd look like, all grown up while out celebrating a successful mission with the task force.

-cbf! Simon, with a concerned Johnny, asking if he's okay as he stares at the girl with glazed over eyes.

-cbf! Simon, who hears your laugh, coming from the girls mouth. He immediately stands up to push Johnny away and head towards the bar.

-cbf! Simon, who approaches you with Johnny hot on his heels.

-cbf! Simon, who sees the confused look in your eyes as he approaches you and feels an ache in his chest.

-cbf! Simon, who has to make sure it's you. He calls out your name, and there's recognition on your face. Towards the name, not him.

-cbf! Simon, who's crushed when you ask, "Do I know you?" As if seeing the hurt in his eyes, you add, "Sorry. Can't really recognize you with the mask on mate."

-cbf! Simon, who doesn't think twice before ripping his balaclava. He thinks he hears a gasp come from Johnny. But all that matters is the look in your eyes.

-cbf! Simon, who almost collapses as he hears you mumble, "Simon?"

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If this does well, I'd like to make it into a short fic:)

Thoughts would be appreciated.

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[necrvdk]

𝟏𝟏⠀ ⠀⠀⠀skip a beat.  ❟ ㅤ𝖣𝗜𝗦𝖳⃥𝖴ЯB

boys who's hearts melt whenever you look at him with puppy eyes, pleading for another round ― just another one ― of him finding himself deep in your core, fucking the knot in your belly to unleash with squirts of cum as you babble out. whimpering "s' good" or "big!big!" whenever he starts fucking your aching pussy after an orgasm. how can he not indulge into your needs? unbundle the hurt in your clit for not being touched, just making him cum right there on the spot when he sees the belly bulge of him deep on your fragile womb. ♡ he needs it again. just another one.

alhaitam. diluc. baizhu. childe. dainsleif.

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[lijojo]

genshin men sleeping habits

premise: in the early glows of the morning, you wake up in the vice grip of your lover. while it’s very heartwarming, you need to go to work. how does he convince you to stay in bed with him a little longer? 

tw: suggestive for the last one

pretends to be asleep but doesn’t let up with his fucking grip regardless

you’ve. tried. everything. you tried nudging him awake, even gave him a couple kisses, but he doesn’t let up. instead, he groans and flips over, taking you along with him. you yelp, unable to brace for impact as you’re suddenly on your side.  

he shuffles a bit, wrapping his legs around you a little tighter (if that was even possible). he presses his nose into the crook of your neck. he sighs, content.

after minutes of effort, you decide to relinquish any hopes of waking him up. 

“i give up,” you say. “you win. a little longer won’t hurt, right?”

you get no response. but you don’t really need one anyway. 

he’s not a very good pretender, with the way his lips can’t help but break out into a little triumphant smile. 

alhaitham, kaeya, kaveh, childe, tighnari, thoma, zhongli, diluc, ayato, venti, baizhu, kazuha, scaramouche, xiao

he ambushes you when you least expect it

after many attempts to squeeze out of his hold, you’re successful. out of breath, maybe, but at least you gained the ability to finally roll out of bed and start the day. 

sitting up, you give one last glance to your lover. the way his chest rises and falls so rhythmically. the peaceful look on his face. the way he squints when the sunlight hits his eyes. how his hands unconsciously look for you again. you almost feel bad. 

that is, until you take one—maybe two, if he’s feeling generous—steps away from the bed. without any kind of sign, signal, or warning, he launches out of bed. he lunges at you like a ravenous wolf, wrapping his arms around your waist and hauling you back to bed with great force. he huffs when you land on his chest, but he’s quick to recover. 

he wraps his arms around your shoulders, locking you in with his legs. “you’re not leaving me.” 

you can’t help the grin spreading across your lips as you squirm. “let me go. i’m going to be late—”

he retaliates by peppering your neck with chaste kisses. “nuh uh. yo can’t leave me. my heart won’t allow it.” 

you can’t even turn to face him. “honey, if you don’t let me go, next time i’m going to burn your breakfast.”

“uh huh.”

“i’ll steal all your favorite clothes and hide them,” you threaten.

“please do. i’m sure you’ll love my birthday suit,” he quips back.

“and i’m going to use all the hot water.”

“we can always shower together.” 

“i’ll—”

“do you’re worst. i can take it,” he teases. “i’m still not letting you go. i chose you, i’m going to keep you ‘til the end of time. forever!”

with that, he presses sloppery kisses all over your face despite your protests that he needs to brush his teeth. even so, you can’t help but feel as if staying for five minutes more might not be so bad.

kaeya, kaveh, childe, thoma, venti, itto, heizou, ayato

“assures” you that getting ready doesn’t take as long as you know it does

“what if i did your hair and makeup for you?” he muses, pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek.

you scoff playfully. “do you even know my makeup routine?”

“it can’t be as complicated as mine. oh! you could eat breakfast while i button up your clothes for you.”

his offer gets a laugh out of you. “we both know you’re not going to finish buttoning it up.”

“hm? whatever do you mean?” his hands drag down your waist to your hips, tracing slow circles. “you don’t trust me to put your clothes on for you?”

“i don’t think they’ll stay on, that’s the problem,” you say, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. “you know how you get in the morning.”

“do i? how about you remind me? my little friend could use some help waking up—” 

you give him a look of warning, to which he groans. “fine, fine.”

with that, he’s left you in silence, absentmindedly petting your head. he closes his eyes.

...

...

...

“if you aren’t going to say anything, i’m going drop kick you.” 

he huffs. “don’t rush your genius boyfriend. what if i brushed your teeth  while you brushed your hair? as they say, teamwork makes the dream work.”

you furrow your brows. “wouldn’t you get toothpaste on my shirt?”

“how about the other way around?” 

you smile. “hmm... i like the sound of that.” 

he smiles back, pressing a kiss to your nose. “well okay then. five more minutes it is then.” 

you snuggle into his embrace, knowing very that he just spent the last five minutes trying to convince you to stay for five minutes more. 

gorou, childe, heizou, cyno, ayato, baizhu, diluc, zhongli, itto, kazuha, tighnari, venti, albedo

he suggests the two of you go for round two

he puts on a mischievous little grin, one you know is up to no good. “what if we ‘slept’ a little more and you called in sick?” 

his hand crawls down to your inner thigh, tracing teasing circles. “you’d be too sore to go to work anyways...you need to take care of yourself. what would your boss say if she saw you walking with a limp. hm? what do you say?”

you scoff at that. “i don’t think the solution you’re thinking of is going to help that.” 

he purses his lips, as if in deep contemplation. with his free hand, he grips your hips a little tighter to pull you back towards him. you stiffen in surprise at something hard pressing against the curve of your ass. his morning wood twitches. “are you sure? maybe you’re sore because you haven’t done the proper stretches yet. luckily for you, your precious boyfriend knows a couple ways to get your hamstrings all loosened up. i could draw us a bath after... turn on some music... maybe go again? doesn’t that sound good?”

you chuckle. “you’re impossible.”

he presses a soft, open-mouth kiss to the crook of your neck. “only with you, love.” 

scaramouche, kaeya, ayato, childe, kazuha, thoma, tighnari

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin scenario #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #genshin characters #genshin men x reader #drabbles #kaeya x reader #alhaitham x reader #cyno x reader #tighnari x reader #childe x reader #zhongli x reader #kaveh x reader #venti x reader #xiao x reader #albedo x reader #baizhu x reader #tartaglia x reader #diluc x reader #ayato x reader #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #kazuha x reader #thoma x reader #itto x reader #heizou x reader #x reader #fluff

[metalxmind]

(okay, okay, last one before I get back to writing prompts. I’ve just realized I like writing little drabbles like this. They’re all headcanons I have. It’s been so long since I last wrote something under 1k.)

Erik was only vaguely aware he does it. 

After years, most of his life, where food was hard to come by, both in the camps and once he got out -thrown onto the street with no one to call his family and nowhere to call home- it seemed like his only option. 

Logically, he knows there’s no fear of being without food, not here, not in the literal mansion that Charles owns, but still, the fear is there. It’s bone deep, something he doesn’t even think, just does. It’s as natural to him as breathing, as fighting for his survival. 

He walks into the kitchen, he grabs an apple. No, he’s not hungry, but he might be sometimes and not have it. He takes it back to the room he’s been sharing with Charles and stores it away. 

Later, he has a granola bar and finds himself putting it away in the same fashion. It’s not likely they’re going to run out or starve but he’s been conditioned. Another thing that has been drilled into him like how to be a weapon, how to utilize his pain and turn it into power. How to store away food in case he needs it. 

Over the next weeks, he finds himself doing it more and more. Occasionally, he’ll get the apples, bananas, anything perishable out and eat them before it goes bad. The occasional midnight snack for when he wakes up, terrified, and finds himself wanting to make sure, needing to know that he’s no longer there. When holding Charles close to his chest isn’t enough or his hands are shaking so much he fears waking the smaller man from his much needed sleep. 

The point is, he never thinks about it. 

Not until Charles finds his stash and brings it up. 

“Erik, why are there snacks in the drawer next to our bed?” 

Erik pauses, looking at him. Part of him wonders if he should just admit to his fear or try to cover it. His hesitation lasts a moment too long and Charles seems to know what that means. 

Arms wrap around him within moments, “You don’t have to tell me, if you don’t want to. I’m just curious.” 

“I’ve spent years without food. I’ve always done this. Sometimes I wake up hungry in the middle of the night. Sometimes I just put food away without thinking about it. It just happens.” 

Charles nods and kisses his cheek. “Next time we go out to the shops we’ll buy some foods you can keep in here that won’t go off too quickly. Would that help?” 

A small smile finds its way onto Erik’s face and he nods, “Yeah, that would be good,” He agrees. It seems Charles is always ready to accept and help him. It’s a feeling he is wholly unused to. 

#cherik drabble #my writing #cherik #Erik Lehnsherr #Charles Xavier #charles xavier x erik lehnsherr #X-men #cherik fanfic #x-men drabble #drabble

[wanderingconstellations]

“i would rather die than to love you from afar„

rafayel would tuck your hair behind your ear and looks at you with loving eyes when you fall asleep listening to his ramblings.

rafayel who acts defiant and dramatic for the fun of it, he adores seeing you grin and laugh at his silly behavior.

rafayel relishes the warmth of your hand intertwined with his. although you may not remember him from your previous lives, he'll make sure to cherish you in this life anyways.

rafayel, who's heart overflows with love. he would do anything to stay by your side, even if it means giving up everything he has for you.

___

xavier, who puts himself on the line for you. your safety is his top priority.

xavier who rarely ever refuses you. he can't, he can't find himself refusing you. ask him anything, and he would do anything in his power to give it to you.

xavier, who would always get hurt and never go to the hospital. he always comes to you with one or two more wounds that you scold him for getting. it isn't his fault he keeps on getting hurt, maybe he just wanted to see you.

xavier would fall asleep everywhere, and sometimes even on you— if you let him. you may not see it, but his eyes is practically brimming with love for you.

___

zayne, who gives you gifts as a sign of his affection.

zayne treasures the memories you guys make together. he keeps those memories close to his heart, loving you despite being cursed with the pain that comes along with it.

zayne who gets flustered when you catch him eating sweets. although he is a doctor himself, he can't resist sweets— which makes you giggle at the mention of that.

zayne, who boldly holds and kisses you. he doesn't care if his love for you will kill him, he would rather die than to love you from afar.

a/n: this might be occ and inaccurate LMAO. had to use the fandom wiki to make it seem accurate as possible. i haven't played the game in a while so ^^

#love and deepspace #love and deepspace fics :p #headcanons #small drabble i guess?? #writers block #supposed to write this an hour ago but lmao here you go :3 #love and deepspace fluff!!! #i dont know if theres any writings about these peculiar three men #rafayel #xavier #zayne #zayne love and deepspace #rafayel love and deepspace #xavier love and deepspace #xavier x reader #rafayel x reader #zayne x reader

[satoruluvies]

jjk men when you call them your husband

includes: gojo, geto, nanami, choso, toji and sukuna

requested !

wasn't sure if anon wanted an smau or a written one for this so i turned it into a drabble ahahah

gojo: he'd be listening to you yap with an endearing look, half registering what you're saying and mostly just admiring you until that one word would snap him out of his own thoughts. he'd let you continue but then let out a chuckle, not being able to contain himself. when asked why he'd just kiss you on the lips “i can't wait to marry you.”

geto: “how could my husband be prettier than me?” at his geto would just laugh. he would then pull you closer into his arms and utter words of how he finds you the prettiest, most beautiful person to exist. when asked if he isn't flustered at you calling him your husband he'd just shrug “we're basically married already” the slight redness in his cheeks and the tips of his ears with the twitching on the corner of his lips says otherwise about his nonchalant front.

nanami: nanami always knew he would get married to you. but when he heard the word ‘husband’ coming from your lips he still blushes. nanami isn't one to express himself much but he finds himself doing so around you. he'd fix his tie and then mess with his glasses and when inquired about his behaviour he gently caresses your hands, imagining the band of metal to grace your finger that he'd get you soon. “i’m glad we're on the same page about our future”

choso: “husband? are you sure?” you knew what he'd meant by this. he's a half curse and that fact always bothered him but not you. you'd tell him that you didn't care about anything of that sort and he'd cry. choso is a very fragile person and very emotional in contrast to the stoic appearance he has. you adored that part of him so much. “hell we're not even married yet and i’m already crying this much” he'd say between sniffles as you rub his back comfortingly.

toji: you were skeptical about doing this prank on him because he's been married and it was a heavy topic. you did not want to remind him or yourself of it but your curiosity got the better of you and you decided to slip it out anyway. silence followed and your heart sank. you look away and scolded yourself mentally for this. hearing him shift you expected him to walk out but he didn't. he pulls you into an embrace and whispers a bunch of i love yous into your ears. he wasn't a good person particularly but a good husband? he was sure as hell he'd try his hardest for you.

sukuna: “what was that?” you'd hesitate to repeat yourself but his authorative voice would make you do whatever he says. “... my husband” you'd stutter and he'd shake his head. “say that with more pride, i’d like my queen to actually like being my queen”. upon being reminded that this wasn't the heian era anymore he'd speak of the prestige he'd use to have and the privileges that come along with it. you'd be annoyed and tell him to return and fool around with his numerous concubines before storming off. he'd however, would stop you and drag you back “i wasn't done. all that prestige could not compare to a lifetime with you. you'll be my queen, heian era or not.”

it just kept getting longer as it went on lmao

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