multi ! mains: dc + mrvl + jjk + bnha | others: opla, tears of themis, tba !!
♡ miguel o'hara (atsv ver.), bruce wayne, kento nanami, katsuki bakugo ♡
would also write for ! artem wing, vyn richter, clark kent (superswet), loid forger, bucky barnes, matthew murdock, steve rogers, peter parker (post-bnd), toji fushiguro, shota aizawa, perhaps opla!zoro, maybe even gojo, or sylus,, or even leon kennedy,,, tba !!
DISCLAIMERS:
suggestions YES, requests NO. ask box always open ♡ criticism welcomed but pls be nice i'm sensitive :(
i write whatever i want, however i want, whenever i feel like it so pls expect sporadic updates i am the worst at consistency ♡
will probably post the occasional nsfw drabble but i intend to mostly write angst and fluff with the possibility of suggestive stuff. minors r not unwelcome !! just do not interact w the smut/posts marked mdni or u'll get blocked !! i don't prefer being followed by ageless blogs, but it's okay as long as u have indicators (i.e 18+, minor, 20s, etc)
i have never n will never use ai in my writing. do not ever feed my works into ai. ever. don't repost my works either.
DNI — racists, homo/trans/islamophobes, zionists, pro-ai mfs — YOU ARE NOT WELCOMED HERE.
Honestly, I’ll never understand people who claim to love horrible characters yet woobify the hell out of them and make them out to be far better people than they are. Isn’t their awfulness the reason why you began to love them? Y’all will claim to love the most egregious characters yet are too afraid to acknowledge just how much they suck as people, trying minimize their actions or frame them as “excusable” or “justifiable” and their victims as the “problem.”
no girl there's nothing weird about writing older bf!toji pounding into younger gf!reader in her room while she grabs on her baby pink plushies nonono nothing weird at all
mdni 18+ for suggestiveness | gang my period js sk so painful rn sksnshks
you're dead. you're going to die.
these limbs you've known all your life were wasting away, bidding farewell in pricks and sludgy blood. and your bones, the muscles that protected them; they're alight in a fire that spread through the forest of your nerves, or tremors. a full-body quake, and at the epicenter,
your stupid fucking uterus.
“i'm going to die.”
“no y're not.”
katsuki had the fucking audacity to say that as a healthy, able-bodied man who wasn't painfully shedding the inner linings of his nonexistent uterus. if anything, he was practically taunting you—standing at the foot of the bed with some noisy bottle in his big hands, fresh out the shower in a shirt and low-hanging sweatpants. he's evil again, a bully again, cruel again.
the world blurred, and suddenly he was beside you, petting you. a pearly pill sat pretty in the hollow of his bowl'd palm, and there's a mug of steaming water on the nightstand.
“painkiller,” he aptly supplied. “if y' sit up, it'll go down easier.”
“if i move, my soul leaves this plane of existence.”
“i'll yank it back.”
he was divine, in his heart and the outlines of his sculptural body—but even he must admit that he had no such power.
“liar,” you spat, a splat of flesh and messy hair on the bed. your bonnet had left you somewhere, sometime. you don't know why you rely on her when she made a poor friend. “how the fuck are you going to do that.”
“there's a fuck ton ‘f cake in the fridge, that's how.”
you gaped. for a moment, your soul was afloat, separated from the ache plaguing your fleshy vessel of a body.
“what kind?”
“mostly chocolate.”
“how many slices?”
“like a dozen.”
“‘s not a full cake, right?”
“no.”
“is there cheesecake?”
“an’ ice cream in the fridge.”
he was not evil, he's heaven-sent. an angel among cotton and moonlight, seeping through the curtains. he's pure-hearted and kind and ever so sweet, even more so while he waited for you to rise and sit.
“c'mon, baby.” he cooed, “up, up.”
apparently, he was also magical. at his words, your limbs remembered life in a miraculous revival. joints bending, muscles shifting and twitching to wind and lift—even as more sludgy blood oozed out into the pad nestled between your thighs. you were awake, revived, and sat.
“there y' go.”
his hands were faster than you could process, the pill-holding one moving to your mouth as the other picked up the mug—but you don't question it. you suckle the drug from his palm like a kitten offered a treat, tasting caramel on his skin whilst he was quick to bring the perfectly warm mug to your lips.
“easy,” he murmured, focused on aiding your swallow. the hand you fed from now cupped your jaw, thumb running over droplets that wandered astray as his fingertips basked in the shifting of your throat as you downed the fluids.
this new position rendered you lightheaded, swaying into his touch when your lips unlatched from the porcelain.
“baby,” he called, reaching deep into your consciousness to pry you closer to this dimension with his rumbling tone. you were unsure where he began and you ended, your bodies now melding together even with the fabrics separating your flesh. katsuki handled you like you were his expertise, cradling you in the blink of an eye.
your whine echoed in the crook of his neck, ground zero of the tremors that spread through his warm, warm body.
“better?”
“you're so hot,” you sighed, weakly grasping at his shirt. “in all the ways. please crush me.”
“y'll die.”
“yank my soul back.”
a snort left him. “sure.”
+
“y' want the cake now?”
“if i eat it off you.”
“y' can't even move.”
“if there's a will..”
☾ — i wrote this in one sitting n was riding the flow HARD ok, unforch it is this short. i mentioned this in one of my prev posts but like my period is so weird this month; like 8-9 days late, hyper painful, n also i've been waking up w n hving heart palpitations throughout the day for the past few weeks n it's ANNOYING bc i hv a competition on sunday. is this what a hormone imbalance is gang can i get a ‘yee yee’ of confirmation. anyw reblog n comment to lmk if u likey likey as always <3 hopefully i'll feel better after sunday at least n i'll finish at least one (1) of the wips i hv. LOVE U ♡
bruce banner my beloved. bruce banner developing technology to suppress the monster within him. bruce banner whose first question after transforming back is 'did I hurt anyone' despite knowing full well it wasn't him at all. bruce banner getting sent off to a psychiatric facility whilst still asking if everyone is okay. bruce banner my absolute beloved 😩
i miss you 2012 avengers. i miss you the avengers tower. i miss you irondad and spiderson. i miss you meme lord shuri and peter. i miss you loki lingering in the tower for no other reason than that he's the main love interest. i miss you poptart-eating thor. i miss you grumpy bucky barnes. i miss you old man, chronically offline steve rogers. i miss you clint in the vents. i miss you girls night with wanda and natasha. i miss you resurrected, shamelessly flirty pietro. i miss you clueless, socially inept vision. i miss you the rare bruce banner feature. i miss you sassy sam wilson. i miss you cheeky reader who always called fury by his first name. i miss you super nanny phil coulson. i miss you christmas avengers blurbs in the middle of the fanfiction written by an autistic 14 year old. i miss you 😔😔😔
