#Anger can make a monster out of almost anybody haha

[sysig]

I like him a normal amount (lying) (Patreon)

[toxicjayhoo]

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🌡🔞🌡🔞🌡

My grin goes wide and toothy still holding the air of smugness as you ask your adorable little question.

Rubbing soft circles into your wrists I lean in towards your frustrated face and boop your nose with mine offering a bright but soft laugh.

You wound me, babe. I’m not a monster, just tonight’s assailant, I have standards

I scoff as if your quandary was absurd.

The instant you relax, I move my hands from your wrists and interlace our fingers, bringing your arms above your head as I grind my hips against yours with a graveled sigh.

Anybody can take.

I begin before dipping down to your neck to kiss feather soft and slow, almost an insult to the whole situation.

Small infuriating kitten licks trace your jugular until I’m breathing in your ear, taking your tender lobe between my teeth.

But I’m not just anybody Jay, and for me? you’ll beg.

I say giving your hands a squeeze, and letting go a quite noise of amusement.

As humiliating and angering as you feel for it, you’ll beg me.

And For you? I’ll give.

My eyes roll closed as I sink between your opening thighs, my smile growing perfectly devious as you do just as your told.

Releasing your hands I bring mine away, one of them gripping your jaw, turning you to look at me.

Oh sweetheart…

I offer with a sickly sweet condescension

you already are…

A shit eating grin paints my face before I’m offering small but slow, slick, kisses that turn feral, pulling a breathy groan as I lick Into your mouth.

My free hand had slunk between us, finding your sweltering heat easily.

So warm, f’me my girl, fuck.

I hum with delight, sinking middle and marriage fingers Into your core, pumping slow, lazy motions, finding far too much joy in how it isn’t quite enough.

Aww, baby what’s wrong? M’I not taking care of you?

This not cutting it?

I drawl darkly, slowing my motions Into agony.

Contrary to the slowed pace, I curl into your G-spot just as slow, but still effective enough to steal your breath.

Ooh that’s it, thaaaats it my perfect little whore, let it out…

Tell me

Another curl of my fingers

All

I retract them before sliding back in, swirling my thumb over your slickened clit

About it.

After a few more passes I’m pulling from you, bringing my fingers to my own mouth to suck your essence off my skin with a sigh and closing eyes.

When I reopen them, they’re dark, almost obsidian and distant from the softness I’d been exhibiting.

S’cuse me, won’t you?

In the same breath I’m slinking low and between you, burying my self in your most sacred junction, circling your clit with my tongue and murmuring against your folds, curses and praises alike.

As i lave into you I find my own thighs squeezing together as my nails dig half moons in your thighs.

Fuck you taste good…knew there was a reason I married you

I admit with a wink, bobbing back down to lap at your nectar, my eyes still boring into yours like the animal you’ve driven me to be

#*looks around* pun? I made a pun? #tf? #WAS IT WHO YOU THOUGHT? #maniacal cackle #smug grin #HAHA COTTON EYE JOE #😛😘

A soft knowing smile adorns my lips to match yours and I gently squeeze your hand laced with mine. I buck my hips up to meet your core, my sigh of pleasure mixing with yours. Feeling your matching warmth against mine is everything I wanted and more.

You always did know just how to make me beg better than anyone else, wifey.

Goosebumps form where your lips and tongue and teeth trail, driving me absolutely crazy with overwhelming sensation. The low tone of your voice reverberates through my entire body.

God, and do I love being yours-hah

My words cut short by your playful fingertips teasing me again, I squirm and chase for more, more, always more. Your softer touch a new brand of desire making me clench around you again.

A breathless, nervous little laugh fills the air between us as I try to fuck myself faster onto you, head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut with every new tantalizing insult.

Oh my...fuck, yesss

I hiss, voice absolutely wrecked and fucked and so goddamn needy, the pressure of your thumb against my aching clit almost too much to bear after having been played with for so long. White hot pleasure pools in my belly abruptly, the first signs of my fast approaching climax.

Another lick of heat shoots straight down between my spread thighs and I can't hold back the sharp inhale at finally having your mouth at my weeping pussy. The fire burning inside me is bound to consume me, so turned on it almost hurts.

My eyes widen and lock on yours in sudden warning, fingers flying to tighten in your hair as I feel the coil inside me about to break. A desperate, high pitched whimper as I choke out.

K-at...I'm gonna - Can I please cu-

A scream begins to bubble deep within my chest and I'm not sure how much longer I can resist the urge, but all I want is to be good for you, want need your permission. I soundlessly beg you with my eyes as I pull at your locks hopelessly.

[vividlybnha]

Hi baae ! So I've noticed your blog seriously lacks some Shouto content and I couldn't stop myself... could we get an angsty scenario with baby boy ? Maybe, I don't know... him having to watch his girlfriend die ? ( yes it's me the queen of angst hullo )

Warning: Violence, blood, death and very very angsty stuff. 

Word Count: 1591

Author’s Note: So I’d like to start out by saying thank you so much for sending in an ask and sorry that I took years to get to it! I’d also like to say HOW COULD YOU HURT ME THIS WAY OH MY GOODNESS!! I was so unbelievably fucked up while writing this because I had to hurt my baby boy so, I can never bring myself to write a fic where someone dies yet here I am. You really are the queen of angst and I am but a peasant at your feet. 

The cold never bothered Shouto. 

It was something he was used to since he was born. From the cold touch of his mother’s hands whilst she caressed his hair to the fear that runs through him at his Father’s gaze. 

Shouto knows the cold. He learned to get used to the cold tinge against his cheeks, to the tight grip it had on his heart. He learned how to be just like it. How to not cry at his father’s screaming or laugh at jokes that aren’t meant for him. 

Shouto knew the cold so well because he was the cold. It was how his Father raised him, of course. 

But against all odds, you thawed him out. 

You, the one who made him snort at your dumb jokes and let him vent about his dad. You, the one who meant everything to him. The one who caressed the burnt side of his face with no pity in your eyes. 

There wasn’t any part of him that felt cold when he was with you. You made him associate heat with love, and the feeling of blushing, with everything but his Dad’s fire. You were the reason he smiled, the reason he thrived. You gave him the childhood he never had back. 

But now amiss the rumble of U.A., the crumble of the walls and blazing red fires that collapse in on them he felt cold. The panic that plagued him, the fear ran cold through his veins. 

Almost everyone had made it out but there was no trace of you. He pulled himself from Midoriya’s grip, ignoring their cries for him to stop. Fuck the pros. He wasn’t going to wait for them to find you. 

As he busted through the door he knew they were watching him, the wounded rest of the class that watched their dorms burn. Iida held Midoriya from going after him. He could faintly hear over the sound of everything going to hell,  Iida argue that he didn’t want anyone else to die. 

He felt his skin run cold as he rushed through the dorms. He watched as his home for his years fall apart. The couch that he spent most of his days at meer ash, the kitchen that he ate at in shambles. He wanted to be angry, seething but all he could think about was you. You had to be somewhere. You had to be! And you had to be alive and fighting because there was no other way you would go down. 

If this was his last night, he’d rather have it with you, fighting to your deaths, side by side. 

Then there was a scream from down the corridor, something so familiar to yours. It was pain-filled and shrill. Echoing off the burnt walls, calling him to you. 

He took off running. 

The rooms lit up in bright reds and yellows, fire crawling up the walls. Todoroki didn’t use his quirk. He needed all his strength to protect you. He wouldn’t let anybody hurt you.

Another scream rang out through the crumbling building and he ran faster, legs pumping and chest heaving. His thighs burned and his muscles screamed but he could rest until you were okay, when you were wrapped up by his side and smiling up at him. 

He entered the baths only to see you, laying against a wall, blood running down your face, mingling with tears. He wanted to wipe those tears away and kiss your smile back to your face. Like he always does. Like you do for him. 

He takes a step forward, hand reached out for you (cause it was always for you) only for it to fall, a heavy feeling in his palm before the rest of him fell with it. He looks down to see a pale goop draped across his arm, dragging him to the floor as it dripped. 

Once it touched the group it solidified around his arms, encasing him in a hard hold, trapping him against the ground. Todoroki screamed and tried to pull away. The rock barely budged. He activated one quirk after the other. Nothing. 

There was a laugh, a sickening monstrous laugh and then his other arm was covered in goop. He looks up only to find Shigaraki watching him, a large gun with a wide barrel dripping the pale sludge pointed at his head. 

“Haha! So pathetic! And to think that you were one of the more powerful students!” The words came out as a hiss, his laugh echoing off the tile walls. Todoroki pulled against the restraints, trying to pull his attention to him. He wouldn’t let anything happen to you. He couldn’t. 

Shigaraki stepped closer, pulling the barrel under his chin, cracked lips pulled into a horrid grin. “Really a disappointing death on your part.” 

“Le-leave him al-leave him alone you asshole!” 

You sounded so broken. Your voice shaky and riddled with coughs and groans of pain. No, no, no. He was supposed to save you. This wasn’t supposed to be happening. 

Shigaraki slowly turned to you, gun leaving his chin. “What- haha- WHAT did you say to me?” His feet padded toward you, growling. “You want your last words to be something so stupid?” 

“If my last words are dissing you-your dumbass then that’s fine by me!” 

Shigaraki’s- No that monster’s hand connect with your hair. The strands slowly degrading to nothing but ash. He pulled you along the tiles, you weakly trying to swat his hands away. 

No, no, no, no.

“It’s going to be so satisfying to kill you.” 

Todoroki could hear the gun whirring to life. “NO! Leave her alone!” 

And then the room was quiet except for the crackling of the fire growing closer. And then Shigaraki burst out laughing, dropping you to the floor and dropping his head back. “Oh! Oh! This is just pure gold! You- haha! You both know each other?” He pointed the gun at both of you, laughing at the looks on your faces. 

Todoroki could only see how fearful your eyes were. He didn’t like that look. He hated that look. He has worn that look too and he knows it feels utterly terrible. So he lies, maybe if he doesn’t know you then Shigaraki will leave you alone, try another tactic to get to him. Anything to have you smile again, even if he isn’t there to see it.

“No. I don’t know her.” He glared up at the monster. He only smiled back.

“So…you wouldn’t mind if I just-” He placed the gun under your neck and it whirred to life. You looked at him with a soft smile on your face nodding. No, he wasn’t going to let this happen. 

“Stop! I…I do know her.” 

The whirring came to a slow stop and Shigaraki just laughed. “Oh! I already figured that out. But since you wanted to lie to me I outta show you what happens.” His hand crept closer to your face, the gun falling slack in his hands. 

Thwamp!

You fell to the floor groaning, blood coating the floor. Todoroki screamed and cried, anything as he pulled at the restraints. 

No, not you, You were his everything. You deserved so much more than this. You deserved to save people with a smile on your face. Show the world the amazingness that you showed him. 

He could barely see you through the blur of his tears but he could hear your sniffles and sobs. He pathetically pulled at the restraints. Nothing. God, he was so pathetic. If only he trained harder this wouldn’t be happening. You would be in his arms and safe. But no. He was going to watch you die and there was nothing he could do about it.

His whole world was crumbling out before him. 

Just barely, through the tears, fire, and laughter was your weak voice. Through soft coughs, he could just hear you. 

“To…Todoroki” 

He snapped his head toward you, tears rushing down his face. He wished if anything he could hold you one more time. Kiss your lips again and have you laugh into the skin of his neck. 

He should get to hold you, not that monster. 

“Roki… baby… I lo…i love you.” You sniffled and sobbed more, fingers clawing at the hand that monster has around your neck. You let out a choked sound as he tightened his fingers and laughed. 

“Ha! Those are some sweet last words, anything else you want to say?”

And through watering eyes, you smiled at him, “Your go…gonna be an amazing hero baby. I… know it.” 

Your hands reached out for him, fingers straining to touch him and he yearned to do the same. 

And then, just like that, as if you had never been there- disintegrated to dust. First went your skin crackling away in the hot air, then your muscle and bones. You screamed, only for a short while before you went quiet, away with the wind. 

Todoroki could only watch as you died. The most amazing thing in his life. 

Gone. 

Then the anger inside of him just popped and blue flames roared from him, flesh scorching, and tears evaporating in the heat and yet his body felt cold, so unbelievably cold. The hardened goop turned to ash. The incoherent mess of screaming and words that came from his mouth beastly as he moved to Shigaraki. 

He wasn’t going to let that bastard get away with that. 

He was going to make him pay. 

[danyka-fendyr]

Kingdom of Gold: Part 1

Here it is! This is the first part of a series I’m writing based on @dreamwritesimagines Faint of Heart series and its sequel Crown of Hearts. I love her series so much (and her, in case none of you have figured it out yet) and would highly recommend reading it! Even if you don’t watch Vikings (I don’t, but don’t tell anybody) it’s really good! Like this fic hopefully, lol. Also thanks to @finnickfoxes for the idea. I hope you guys enjoy! (P.S I’m really into flower meanings so if you think I’m making random choices here haha I’m NOT)

Taglist: @dreamwritesimagines (I’m just adding you by default since this is based off of your fic)

Wordcount: 2464

Chapter One: Once upon a time, there was a brave girl who wished to save a Queen and change her world.

It had been a mistake for Isolde to come out onto the deck. Kattegat was a frigid place, as cold as its butcher king. She shivered against the biting sea wind, wishing for weather to remind her of its Queen. She chuckled to herself a little bit at that. Alright, perhaps not weather for the Queen. That would burn through her, make her regret every underestimating the power of a sun.

A sailor passing by looked at her as though perhaps she had lost her mind. She had heard the whispers of the Viking crew when they thought she wasn’t listening. When she slipped the guards sent to accompany her and went to find the hidden corners of this ship, to learn it like she had learned the castle as a child. They all thought she was an enchantress. Thought their Queen was one too.

Isolde couldn’t help but scoff. Her little Snapdragon, an enchantress? Hardly.

 Still, she refused to get too close. If they thought their Queen had taught her some of that dark magic they seemed to think she had, then so be it. Funny as it was though, they did not seem to resent their Queen’s power. If anything, they seemed...well, enchanted by her. Perhaps Isolde had been wrong, and there was some magic to her friend after all.

The ship rocked, and so did her guts. She went green at the gills trying not to vomit up everything she had eaten over the weeks long journey. She wasn’t sure how anyone survived this. She swallowed it down though, noticing the commotion going on and finding enough self-awareness to look at the horizon. Or...lack thereof.

They had just landed.

The ship was a frenzy of Vikings, all of them scrambling to finish docking and get everything set for the ambassador and her party to head to shore. Unlike the retinue assigned to her, the Vikings did not seem surprised to see a woman ambassador. In truth, the courtiers wouldn’t be so surprised if they had half a brain to share between them. The Viking Queen’s mother had always said that peace was women’s work. Granted, she had said it to drive her daughter out of war rooms, but still. She had said it.

After much fuss, Isolde was finally able to plant her feet on good, dry land again. She said a prayer of thanks before finding a quiet place to gain her bearings and perhaps vomit a little. The royal family had sent a party to meet them, but apparently, even Vikings understood that one did not just get off a ship.

Then again, perhaps not all of them did.

“You’ll feel better once you’re on a horse, lady.” The man’s voice was kind, but given the state of her stomach and the fact that the earth beneath her feet would not stop roiling, Isolde paid no mind to that fact.

“Is that so? And how do you know this?”

He, in turn, paid no mind to her rather unpleasant tone. In fact, he laughed, as though her irritation were a joke. Arrogant, barbaric-

“Because I have been on a boat before, lady. We are a seafaring people, I’m sure you were told.”

She somewhat remembered that being mentioned in between the briefings on how they would kill her and feed her corpse to the sharks. She gritted her teeth. Brushing past the tall blond man as though he were nothing, she went off to go find a horse. Much to her misfortune, he followed her. And worse, it did not appear he was going to stop because, horror of all horrors, the Queen had assigned him especially to escort Isolde.

Not just to the castle. Not just for the day. For the entirety of her trip.

“You are Lady Isolde, are you not? I believe I remember my Queen saying that was your name.” 

His horse rode alongside hers, a complacent chestnut stallion. She had not been so lucky, quite literally saddled with a spirited black mare. She wasn’t sure who thought this horse and her would get along, but they were wrong. It was far too stubborn and uncooperative, and couldn’t anyone see just by looking at her that she should have been paired with something much more mild-mannered?

“Yes.” Her voice was clipped. “My name is Isolde, but make no mistake. I am here to be an ambassador to your Queen. I am not here to make nice with barbarians.”

She practically snarled at him. In fact, she would have if she didn’t still feel the pressures of some of her duties as an official ambassador. But this man...this monster, and all of his people, they had hurt her in ways none of them could imagine. Burned down her home, slaughtered what little family she had. Their king had waged his war and had come out the victor, but he had forgotten the ghosts he left behind in the ash.

He seemed taken aback by that, and she almost could have mistaken him for hurt if she didn’t know better. Vikings didn’t feel pain. That had been drilled into her from the very beginning. Vikings do not feel pain. Nothing you do can hurt them once they enter a bloodrage. They do not slow, they do not stop. You have no hope but to kill them.

She had no hope.

“I...am not sure what your people have lead you to believe about mine, but if you would let me, I can-”

“I require no explanations, Sir...”

“Eric. Earl Eric.”

His insistence upon a title inferred on him by a false king only stoked the fire flaring up inside of her. 

“Well, Earl Eric, I do not need your excuses. I have seen for myself what Vikings are like. What they can do. Do not try to persuade me of some hidden gentleness. I know what manner of monster you are,” she spat.

There it was. The anger she knew was inside of him. He was going to fight her. Going to prove her right, going to give her a reason, an excuse to sink the blade hidden at her waist deep into his chest, again, and again, and again. But he didn’t. He merely faced forward, growing quiet, and she tried to swallow down not her disappointment, but her anger, that quiet beast thrashing its head inside of her.

She wondered if it were his hands that left the marks on Beatrice’s corpse. His thumbprints pressed into her neck, etched over her windpipe. She wondered if he would feel pain if she cut them off.

She gritted her teeth, urging her horse forward into a gallop. It was only too happy to obey as the Earl and his mare tried to keep up. 

“You don’t even know where you’re going!” He shouted after her.

She thought about making a very unladylike hand gesture over her shoulder, but that sort of behavior had been trained out of her from a very young age, with clear consequences. So instead she whipped her head around, nearly giving herself whiplash, and bared her teeth at him. Perhaps the barbarian could understand that.

She almost laughed when she turned back though. This was what she liked. To be on the back of a very fast horse, flying through the streets, free as a bird. It had always made her feel better when she was angry. There was something about it that calmed her, made her remember who she was. Back home, her mother never would have allowed this to happen. When they fought and Isolde had tried to go out to work off her anger, her mother had forbidden the stable hands from letting her anywhere near the horses, going so far as to set up a guard outside the stables.

It wasn’t hard to find where she was meant to be. Though the streets of Kattegat were winding, they were no more so than those of her home, and she was an expert at dodging market stalls and passerby. The people stared at her like she was some kind of wild woman, but she didn’t mind that. Let them say she was a witch. Perhaps she was.

Their King’s dwelling was obvious. Not quite as obvious as the castle back home, but Isolde knew the housing of royalty when she saw it. She and her horse came to a screeching halt. She reached down to pat the horse’s neck, breathless and quite pleased. Earl Eric was not far behind though, ready to ruin her mood.

She expected his ire. His irritation. What she got instead was a laugh. A great, booming guffaw.

“Well, you may not be so good with ships, but you are excellent with horses, are you not?”

Isolde scowled at him, but softened looking back to her horse. “What is her name?”

“Inkeri,” he responded.

“And what does that mean?”

“Person with a hooked nose.”

She startled, nearly falling out of the saddle, and he laughed again.

“I jest. It means,” he said, dismounting his own horse and staring up at her with strikingly blue eyes, “beautiful goddess.”

He offered a hand, ready to help her out of the saddle. For a moment, she almost took it. His eyes were very blue, weren’t they? And he had been kind to her but...no. This was how they tricked you. She should know better. 

She dismounted the side opposite him, narrowly missing kicking him in the face and probably flashing him, not that she truly minded. She had shown the whole of Kattegat most of her legs racing around with her skirts hiked up like that. One could not gallop side saddle, however.

“Well? Take me to your leader.”

Earl Eric was staring at her strangely. It was a bit as though he was trying to figure her out but also...something else. He was probably thinking about the best ways to eat her.

“Right this way, my lady.” He smiled at her again, but she ignored him.

She followed him down the halls of the..well, she supposed it was a castle, even if it was nothing like the one at home. Everything seemed so much less...formal here. The women dressed so immodestly it shocked her, and the men were exactly as barbaric as she had expected, all looking as though they expected a war to break out at any moment. Weapons on everybody, even on the women. Imagine! 

She let him lead her this time since the layout was a little less easy to read in here than in the city. Eventually, though, they made it to the great hall. She expected to be announced, but her entrance was far less formal. Earl Eric merely opened the doors, telling her quietly, “The King and Queen are expecting us.”

Isolde surveyed the large room. There was no court held here, not like at home, where courtiers tried to scheme their way closer to the royalty in all their finest. In fact, it seemed almost...homelike. Not truly homelike, certainly, but there was something distinctly uncourtlike. All of those thoughts exited her head when she saw her Queen though.

The breath whooshed out of her lungs when she saw her, a tiny babe in her arms. She seemed to be doting on it, and Isolde registered in the back of her mind that it was most likely the princeling she had heard about. For a short moment her heart ached thinking of what her friend must have been through, but that moment ended when the Queen looked up at her though.

“Isolde!” she cried out, a wide smile covering her face.

She turned that smile to the King beside her, handing him the babe before running to Isolde. She caught her up in an embrace, and Isolde nearly cried out with the shock of it. This never would have been allowed at home. Alright, the rules were different here. Which meant she could be just as overjoyed as her friend.

“Snapdragon,” she murmured, tears pricking at her eyes. “I missed you so.”

She felt the Queen nod against her neck. “I missed you too. But there is so much I must tell you!”

Isolde nodded as the Queen stepped back, taking both her hands in her two rough, calloused ones. When had that happened?

“Come, you must meet my husband. Ivar, my love, this is Isolde. She is a dear friend of mine.”

Her friend turned to face the King, her eyes shining with...love? No, surely not. She had grown up hearing all the same stories Isolde had. There was no way she was fool enough to fall in love with one of these monsters. Certainly not the monster King that had...had ordered the murder of her friends...her loved ones.

But then she remembered. How clever her Snapdragon was. How good she had always been at playing the game. And she breathed a sigh of relief at realizing it was all just an act, even as she went cold at the King’s greeting.

“My wife has spoken much of you, Lady Isolde,” King Ivar said.

Isolde stared him down for a long moment before bowing her head just the slightest bit. It was as much respect as she would show him, and as little as she could get away with giving.

“Your Majesty.” She would not call him her King.

Earl Eric stepped forward, that stupid smile still on his face. The way he acted, Isolde was sure he must be great friends with his cruel King, only confirming her suspicions of him. 

“My King.” He bowed. “Lady Isolde has had a long journey. Perhaps she should rest, and then we may begin negotiations.”

The King looked as though he were going to smite Earl Eric. He must be worse than Isolde had thought if this was how he treated his friends, his people. She wanted to spit at his feet.

Before the King could speak though, her Snapdragon spoke up. “That is a wonderful idea, Earl Eric. I am dying to get Isolde on her own anyway, I have so much to tell her of.”

Immediately, the King softened. Dear heavens, her friend was playing her role even better than Isolde had anticipated. Perhaps she really had enchanted the Viking king.

They were allowed to retire, and the Queen herself decided to show Isolde to her rooms. She pulled her through the halls, smiling the whole way, but not talking much. When they got to her chambers, she closed the doors and made sure they were well closed before turning to face Isolde.

“There is something very important I must tell you, and I need you to listen to me.”

[definitelynotaminion]

Alright, send me prompts. Preferably Naruto

And preferably femslash because I’m trying to get Bingo on my sapphic september card but I kind of need a break

PROMPT LIST http://blackkatmagic.tumblr.com/post/176501846800/caydenhathaway-ok-but-you-know-what-trope-i

Accidental sex

“Anything you can do I can do better INCLUDING THAT” sex

“You played a prank on me and now I’m going to play one on you except oops this accidentally got hot” sex

“You made an inaccurate assumption about *insert sexual or sexuality misnomer here* and I’m going to teach you the truth” sex

“You think you’re so smart so I’m going to teach you a lesson” sex

“Do you think I look good/hot/provocative in this? Wait is this turning you on???” sex

“You don’t know what *insert kink here* is and I’m really bad at explaining things and now we’re doing it oops” sex

“I bet I can dance/move/act like that and I don’t even have to be a dancer/stripper/actor/whatever wait are you turned on?” sex

“I lost a bet to you and the circumstances were supposed to be a joke but I took them seriously” sex

“You were joking about something and I took you seriously” sex

“You seem to think that __ won’t feel good and I intend to prove you wrong” sex

“You’re intentionally getting under my skin so I threaten to spank you/playfully spank you and now you look like you just got banged against a wall” sex

“I didn’t know you were a sub and when I called you a good boy/girl you almost cried” sex

“I didn’t know you were a dom and when I called you Sir/Ma'am you almost jumped me” sex

“Playing a prank on our freinds to make them think we’re a couple and now we’re in bed together” sex

“I’m fixing you *insert appliance/furniture/house thing hee* for you and now I’m sweaty and half naked and you’re drooling” sex

“I noticed the way you were watching me eat this popsicle so I purposely started making it an inuendo and now we’re both hot and bothered” sex

“Haha that thing they do in movies/porn/online is so corny like no way that’s actually hot haha oops it is” sex

“Freinds can totally watch porn together and nothing can happen…. no they can’t” sex

“I showed you *insert sexual thing here* as a joke but you’re actually turned on” sex

“You found my sex toys and I teasingly offered to demonstrate them welp here we are” sex

“I started pretending to dirty talk to you an hour ago and it stopped being pretending 58 minutes ago” sex

“All I’m saying is that I’ve been told I’m a good lay, wanna find out?” sex

“You said you don’t like __ but I bet the people you were with just don’t know how to do it, I, however, have experience and bet I could make you like it” sex

“We platonically slept together last night because of circumstances and we both woke up horny” sex

“This started as a tickle fight and it isn’t tickling anymore” sex

“We’re just bros being bros and doing something 100% platonic but somehow we’re turning eachother on because of not-so-burried feelings for eachother and we can’t make it stop” sex

Accidental sex ok?

OR: Other prompts. I’m not picky.

Actually here’s another list from Kat’s blog

Prompt List of Sarcasm

13 September 2018

SOURCE

eternalmikaelson:

“Well, what can I say? I’m a badass.”

“Define normal.”

“Do I get bonus points if I act like I care?”

“Just remember if we get caught, you’re deaf and I don’t speak English.”

“Don’t look for any redeeming qualities. I don’t have any.”

“It’s amazing how fast the world can go from bad to total shit storm.”

“I love you. You enormously stubborn pain in the ass.”

“And you wonder why you’re still single.”

“Remind me to kill you. Please.”

“I’m listening to you. I’m just not paying attention.”

“That’s a little melodramatic, don’t you think?”

“Were you dropped on your head?”

“She’s crazy. And just when you think you’ve reached the bottom of her craziness, there’s a crazy underground garage.”

“She may seem like lollipops and rainbows but I bet behind close doors she’s latex and whips.”

“If my day gets any worse, I’m asking hell if they’re having an exchange program.”

“Sorry. I don’t speak skank.”

“If I survive, can I go home?”

“My middle finger salutes you.”

“This is a whole new level of moronic, even for you.”

“I don’t think I could ever stab someone. I mean, let’s be honest. I can barely get the straw in the Capri Sun.”

“I don’t have enough middle fingers to let you know how I feel.”

“Insanity run in my family. It practically gallops.”

“Oh darling. Go buy a brain.”

“Somebody’s cranky.” “Somebody needs to shut up.”

“Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn.”

“All due respect, but that’s a bunch of crap.”

“I am one of the few people in the world who can murder you and leave no forensic evidence behind.”

“Excuse me. I have to go make a scene.”

“What did I tell you about calling her/him the devil?” “That it’s offensive to the devil?”

“I heard that!” “You were supposed to!”

“I need therapy after this.”

“You didn’t get in trouble for lying. You got in trouble for lying badly.”

“I’m not weird. I am limited edition.”

“I turned out liking you a lot more that I originally planned.”

“I think you’re weird.” “I think you’re boring.”

“If history repeats itself, I am so getting a dinosaur.”

“You seem somewhat familiar. Have I threatened you before?”

“I’m afraid I’ve been thinking…” “A dangerous pastime.”

“I’d explain it to you, but you’re brain would explode.”

“Wow, there’s a big surprise. I think I’m going to have a heart attack and die from surprise.”

“I’m gonna hit you so hard, it’ll make you ancestors dizzy.”

“Even when we were kids, I always kicked your ass!”

“Sarcasm is the body’s natural reaction to stupidity.”

“You’re good. A monster pain in the ass… but you’re good.”

“Well, excuse me, psychic wonder!”

“The female of the species is more deadly than the male.”

“Don’t look in her eyes, she might steal your soul.”

“She’s hot, but she’s evil.”

“Do I regret it? Yes. Would I do it again? Probably.”

“I already know that I’m going to hell. At this point it’s really go big or go home.”

“Go on, knock his teeth down his throat.”

“You’re going to burn in a very special level of hell. A level they reserve for child molesters, animal abusers and people who talk at the theater.”

“What’s the point in screaming? No one’s listening anyway.”

“I’m not a damsel in distress. I’m a damsel doing damage.”

“So stick that in your juice box and suck it.”

“Never take life seriously. No one ever comes out alive anyway.”

“This place hold a lot of memories for me. Some bad, some… No. No, no, all bad.”

“A little gasoline… blowtorch… no problem.”

“Good, bad, I’m the one with the gun.”

“I know you can’t kill anybody, ‘cause I can’t kill anybody.”

“You’re insane, but you might also be brilliant.”

“What you call insanity, I call inspiration.”

“Sometimes I question my sanity. Occasionally it replies.”

“Why should we date?” “Because we are attracted to each other.” “I am attracted to pie, but I do not feel the need to date pie.”

“Why does everyone assume the worst of me.” “It saves time.”

“I like you. You’re different.”

“You successfully cured him/her of anything interesting about his/her personality.”

“Neither one us is drunk enough for this conversation.”

“You’re questioning my methods.” “I’m not questioning it, I’m saying it’s stupid.”

“Wow, somebody needs a Happy Meal.”

“I didn’t do it!” “Then why are you laughing?” “Because whoever did it is a freaking genius.”

“Idiots. I’m surrounded by idiots.”

“You couldn’t handle me even if I came with instructions.”

“I care so little, I almost passed out.”

“Well behaved woman rarely make history.”

“You’re so weird.” “You have no idea.”

“The universe may not always play fair, but at least it’s got a hell of a sense of humor.”

“You haven’t even seen my bad side yet.”

“Obviously you have mistaken me for somebody who gives a shit.”

“How’s life treating you?” “Like I ran over it’s dog.”

“Rule number one: don’t bother sucking up. I already hate you, that’s not going to change.”

“Oh God, we’re not gonna have to hug or anything, are we.”

“I’m so glad you could come.” “Cut the crap. Give me a drink.”

“You make no sense to me.” “Welcome to my life.”

“Have fun being deal.” “I will.”

“Damn, you’re strong for a little thing.”

“It’s called thinking. Go with it.”

“I made a new friend today.” “Real or imaginary?” “Imaginary.”

“Where have you been all my life?” “Hiding from you.”

“I’m getting real bored and impatient. I don’t do bored and impatient.”

“The girl is strange no question.”

“Do us a favor… I know it’s difficult for you… but please, stay here, and try no to do anything… stupid.”

“I know most people don’t like me; I don’t care, I don’t like most people.”

“You are a very strange person.” “Well, thanks for noticing.”

“I can tell that you think what you’re saying is funny, but… no.”

“I didn’t steal it. I permanently borrowed it.”

“I’m not shy. I’m just examining my prey.”

“If you pull out my earphones, I will pull out your lungs.”

“I don’t dislike you, I nothing you.”

“Are you crying? No, I’m impersonating a fountain.”

“Ah, he’s playing hard-to-get. That’s cute.”

“You’re kinda anti-social, you know that?”

“I feel like a freakin’ soccer mom.”

“My advice is much more subtle. Stop being an ass.”

“I’m just gonna pack up and go straight to hell now.”

“My ex? Yeah, I’d still hit that. Except this time it would be with a car or baseball bat.”

“She’s complicated like the DaVinci code, you know but harder to crack.”

“And just like everything else we do around here, it’s about to get weirder.”

“Such big evil in such a little thing.”

“Why do I still like you, knowing you’re a total asshole?”

“What does not kill you will likely try again.”

“Oh honey, I would but… I don’t want to.”

“And hello to you too… little homewrecker.”

“I’m gonna make you wish you were dead.”

“I don’t need anger management. I need people to stop pissing me off.”

“What doesn’t kill me might make me kill you.”

“In another life, I think I was in a mental institution.”

“I’m not crazy. I’m just interesting.”

“Don’t make me pop your ten grand sand bags honey.”

“This is fun.” “Seriously, we’re trying to hide a body.”

[manifestoonmoralmanlove]

Jealousy Rant

Hello you Rotten Folks,

Due to real life stuff I have been posting less frequently but in particular that long-form stuff. So have this big olde rant on jealousy in BL I may or may not edit more, and may or may not make into audio.

Triggers: for discussion on abusive behavior including physical violence, stalking, controlling behavior, and sexual assault.

Why jealousy is a bad trope:

1.)    It’s toxic

2.)    It’s non-conflict

3.)    It doesn’t actually deal with the roots of jealousy

Are you a fan of Fap’s furious fujoshi fumes, but want a meta-analysis of the genre as a whole instead of specific titles?

Oh no it seems literally no one is asking for that…no one except Faps and FUCK YOU I DO WHAT I WANT HAHA!

So that brings me to “Trouble with Tropes” or heh heh TROUPLES!

Anybody who’s ANY fan of romance has had to stare into the unrelenting green eyes of this trouple.  I speak of no other than Jealousy.  While I think some of what I’m going to say will resonate with how jealousy is used in fiction on a whole, I’m going to focus on how it’s used in BL…which I feel is a very potent and distilled version of it. Also heaven forbid I read about anything beyond nasty gay tonguings.

What better place to start than What IS jealousy?

Jealousy can cover a variety of topics but in the case of romance here I will be talking specifically about romantic and sexual jealousy.

Dictionary.com states that - feeling or showing suspicion of someone's unfaithfulness in a relationship.

Seems to be the one best suited for a romance but I’d argue that the definition that suits BL’s brand of jealousy is more like

fiercely protective or vigilant of one's rights or possessions.

Why do I say this?

Well because sometimes they literally say their partner is a possession.  And even if not outright stated, it is heavily implied in the script.

(examples: Cute Devil + lamb project + Radical blood monster + Others)

There’s also the fact that very rarely is infidelity even considered a legitimate thing that would occur. As I said, the jealousy in BL is very, very POTENT and therefore has escalated beyond a suspicion of COULD BE UNFAITHFUL to a PERSON IS MY PROPERTY AND MY PROPERTY IS NOT ALLOWED TO INTERACT WITH OTHER HUMANS!  

 Getting real

Before I start ripping through this topic like a repressed teenage boy rips through a heavily populated street in Grand theft Auto… allow me to say that jealousy is a valid emotion to experience.  When I rip on this trope it is not my intention to invalidate people who do struggle with jealousy in their relationships.  However if you experience an emotion it doesn’t give you carte blanche to behave in any way you please.   It’s the same as regular old anger.  It’s normal to be angry if a partner forgets to let the dog out so the dog pees on the rug.  However beating the shit out of that partner is NOT the right way to handle the forgetfulness or your own anger.  Same with jealousy, it’s not unusual to get jealous of someone close to their partner. However that person responding to that with physically removing them, and screaming threats at them is SUPER NOT OKAY!  Yet that is not uncommon in BL.

One must also maintain an acceptable amount of jealousy in order to maintain a healthy relationship.   It’s not wrong to feel really angry or sad when you’re jealous…but if you get these feelings ALL THE TIME and due to things that are not a threat to your relationship, then that’s something to manage rather than something to blame on your partner.  Capice?

TOXIC

The main problem is that the jealousy that is common in BL is HELLA TOXIC! Jealousy is regularly tied to deeper issues of personal insecurity yet the fact there is any kind of insecurity is very rarely mentioned in the text or even subtext of the story.  Instead of this becoming a problem that one has to deal with on a personal level, it becomes a problem of the other having to obtain unrealistic standards.  Sometimes the source of the jealousy is not a feasible such as a TODDLER NEPHEW or the fact that strangers GLANCE AT THEM when in public and sometimes the source of the jealousy isn’t even human. I have seen characters throw jealousy tantrums over pets, work (school or career orientated), and even the vague concept of a SPORT!    So if you’re trying to avoid jealousy in a BL make sure you don’t go to school, don’t have a job, don’t own pets, don’t have family, don’t go out in public, and DEAR GOD don’t have hobbies either!  Woah faps those things aren’t humans so it’s not like romantic or sexual jealousy.  That’s a fair point…but the thing is the romantic/sexual jealousy functions the exact same way in those non-sexual/romantic scenarios.  HOW COULD THAT BE???? Well the jealousy that we see here is in part about being left out when a partner does other things but is in large part about dominance.  You got no other man to posture against? Well then just posture at a child, a puppy, or at a basketball why not?

Not only does jealousy crop up to unreasonable situations, an unreasonable amount of time (I’d estimate it occurs in 80% of BL mangas) but the way it’s handled is usually problematic as well.  

The most common response I’ve seen to jealousy is the seme grabbing the uke by the wrist, dragging him away from the source of jealousy, pinning him to a wall, explaining that the source of jealousy is bad for the uke or that the uke is behaving poorly/stupidly by simply interacting with the source of jealousy, and they a fit of forceful jealousy induced make-outs or sex occurs that range from consensual to downright very non-consensual.  Sometimes the uke will protest this treatment or the characterization of the jealousy fodder but this is pointless because it doesn’t become a conversation.  It is simply about the seme controlling the uke and asserting his dominance.  

Stalking is also extremely common if there is suspected jealousy.   Troubling jealousy behavior can range from as tame as going through someone’s phone without permission to drugging, kidnapping, and nearly killing a partner for one of these trespasses.

HEY HEY HEY NOW! You man-hater! Ukes can be super creepy jealous too! …but ukes are men too… THAT’S NOT THE POINT! You’re acting as if only dominant partners experience jealousy!

No, no, no, you’re right. Ukes get jealous too and sometimes to the same batty degree.  Yet, as a whole, uke jealousy tends to be less common and less destructive than jealousy of the seme variety.   The most common situation where an uke gets jealous of what a seme is doing is, the uke is pushed into a corner to admit he’s jealous.  The seme will reassure the uke he’s misunderstood and they make up.   On one hand you can argue that this is a much healthier way to settle a jealousy problem. On another hand you may view this as something of a double standard.  

If the uke’s jealous…it’s the uke’s fault and it’s nothing to worry about.  If the seme’s jealous...it’s the uke’s fault and it’s deadly serious.

This double standard even extends into how we view violent reactions for either side.  If a seme hits an uke for a trespass it will usually be framed as serious and scary.  If the uke hits the seme for a trespass it will usually be framed as a silly, and harmless outburst of tsundereness.

…Yes that’s right, the patriarchal set up of the seme/uke dynamic doesn’t just take a shit on ukes….though 9 times out of 10 it’s the ukes that do get the short end of the stick here.

Okay but let’s get the root of the problem…why is jealousy used?

If you’re a person who is not a bitter feminist killjoy who says aggravating SJW shit like, “TOXIC MONOGOMY CULTURE OPRRESSES MY GENDER NEUTRAL GENITLES” you may argue that jealousy is romantic.  I personally don’t think it is, but you’re fully allowed to view jealousy, as a concept, as a touching display of vulnerability and investment in a relationship.

However if you’re a cynical over-thinking fujoshi brimming with resentment to the genre you’ve mistakeningly dedicated your free time to, you may say the frequent use of jealousy is simply because it’s EASY WRITING!

It’s handy throw-away drama you can use in an established relationship that won’t have deeper ramifications for the relationship even if it’s on-going.  You can solve this pretty easily at any given point or decide to reintroduce it despite it previously being wrapped up.  You can use this almost TOTALLY regardless of either of the characters’ personalities or back stories.   It’s good for a quick antagonist, or to tantalize fans with a different flavor of sexual tension.  This is usually dependent on the gender of the jealousy fodder.

Ugh I’ve heard you use the term ~jealousy fodder~ like a billion times.  Why do you call it that?  

Because these characters rarely have anything going for them besides the fact they’re the conflict du-jour.  You’d be hard pressed to learn an interest of the fodder’s outside of “TRYING TO BANG PROTAG!” and they rarely do anything else in the story besides create this shallow drama.  Sometimes the jealousy drama is totally auxiliary to the main conflict of the story to boot. If you’re lucky and ONLY if you’re lucky the fodder will be shuffled into another couple.  Sometimes you won’t even see this jealousy used in a love triangle way.  It’s usually pretty obvious from the beginning that the protag is going to choose even if the other option is an objectively better person and choice for them.

In my years of reading BL I have only encountered 2 instances of a character being jealous and the other character ACTUALLY cheats on him. (Zetsuai Bronze and Totally Captivated.) Now people have different standards of what “cheating” is.  Some goes so far as to say that “Thinking about cheating” is CHEATING.  Even by that (pretty ridged standard) I would still say only the above.

Despite this low, low number, I see jealousy used in manga 80% of the time.  Are you picking up what I’m putting down here?  A breach of actual trust is not actually going to happen…99.99% of the time.  Oh but what if the jealousy is something a character has to work through to feel less anxious?  Excellent idea! I’ve seen that approach FUCKING ONCE! (Café Latte Rhapsody) So if there is no actual threat of trust breaching and it’s not something either of them has to work through on a mental or emotional level….WHAT KIND OF CONFLICT IS THAT?

NON-FUCKING-CONFLICT IS WHAT!

I’d be much more entertained by staring into my own fucking bellybutton….but faps obviously you would since you navel-gaze as if you have a gemstone there.  IF I BELIEVE HARD ENOUGH I’LL BECOME I CRYSTAL GEM OKAY!?!?!?!?

Eh-hem!

But you will see jealousy commonly used in one instance of actually plot important drama.  And that is the ever, important, cementing of a couple’s relationship.   I call the use of jealousy in this instance:

TOY TRUCK CONSUMATION

Da fuck is that?  Toy truck consummation is a character will only realize he truly cares romantically for someone because he experiences jealousy. He didn’t want that toy truck until somebody else was going to play with it.  Thankfully I don’t see this often outside of high school settings.  A grown-ass man who is that fucking blind to his own feelings and childish enough to throw a tantrum out of it, can fuck RIGHT OFF! ….Though honestly teenagers behaving that way is still deeply shitty.

This is not an auspicious beginning to a loving relationship, if it’s formulated over single-mindedly hating a 3rd party, a 3rd party that is typically on good-terms with the target of affection.  So, a relationship we’re supposed to root for is predicated on a dude swooping in and ripping a valued person away from them for entirely selfish reasons.  I wouldn’t consider it dreamy if a seme threw an uke’s beloved play station 4 out the window because it holds the ukes attention sometimes.  I consider it even less dreamy when it’s something even more valued like yanno a friend.  (Though of course this can happen from the uke to the seme as well.) While sometimes, this individual is romantically interested in one of our leads…I’d say a good half the time if not more…they’re not at all.  

“Why are you losing your mind over someone, you’re not dating, hanging out with their friend? Even if the friend very obviously has 0 romantic or sexual interest in them?  Is it because you’re an anal fungus that causes people to shit their pants for no reason?  It’s probably because you’re a parasitic ass mushroom that makes people poop uncontrollably”

This, also, is pretty damn lazy.  Writing someone coming to grips with a difficult emotion is hard in itself. Writers will usually use 3rd parties to help bounce information back to a struggling individual to help give them insight.  And that can be used in this case as well!  Interacting with another couple, talking to someone who’s an out LGBTQ person, or even just a friend or relative that can relate!  However all of that is harder to pull off as melodramatically as a petty fuck-lord gut-punching a jealousy fodder out of the blue.  Hoo boy sonny! We should have a parade in his honor cause golly isn’t that the way to handle your problems!

But what if the jealousy fodder was really after them?

Then I would say the story may feature the trope….

Irrational jealousy magiced into rational jealousy!

What I mean is that there is a dominant that appears to be irrationally jealous.  There is no indication in the text the jealousy fodder is not on the up and up and the dominant is not privy to classified documents that make him secretly suspicious.  However turns out the harmless friend, acquaintance, co-worker, boss, mail man etc is actually a heartless rapist just trying to lower the submissive’s guard.  

This trope makes me foam at the mouth because not only is it cheap, cliché, and annoying but it justifies abusive behavior.  It states that No matter what crazy shit that lunatic boyfriend of yours spouts he’s fucking infallible.  If he tells you that the atmosphere has become poisonous to you and the only breathable air is in his testicles, you better clamp down on that cocktail wiener like a pit-bull because any damn self-serving nonsense he spews must be followed to the fucking letter.  Why? Because he is a mind-reader, a genius, and a clairvoyant with flawless judgment by nature of being born a DOMINANT MAN! TA-DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!

May I just add this is not a trope specific to BL but a trope that makes me want to drink into a stupor each time I see it.

Well if you’re so fucking relationship savy, how would you handle jealousy in stories huh!?

…By actually tackling the causes of jealousy which are very rarely acknowledged in BL.  As far as I can tell there are 3 major roots of jealousy.

1.)    Insecurity – I am not a good enough partner so my significant other is going to drop me as soon as they find somebody better.

2.)    Distrust – My partner does not respect our monogamous agreement and will sleep with other people if they can get away with it.

3.)    Missing out -  I feel left out if my partner is doing something without me.

I have seen all three roots play a role in fictional jealousy outbursts and they’re usually tied intimately together.  However the 1st two are the keys here.

Mistrust is an interesting situation because 99% of the time the mistrust is not that the partner will sleep around given the chance.  However the mistrust is shown as more of a, “I cannot trust my partner to avoid situations where they’ll be sexually assaulted.”

While this is framed as a jealousy issue at times, I don’t think it should.  Why?  If a character is sexually assaulted it is NOT the victims fault.   But haha welcome to the 50 foot deep pit of backwards sexual politics that is BL. YOU’RE WELCOME!

Insecurity plays a large role in BL jealousy…but I have only seen it addressed directly as a failing of personal confidence once. (Café Latte Rhapsody)

Most of the time characters that are subtextualy highly insecure are portrayed as powerful and that their jealousy tantrums is just ~how strong men act~ rather than ~they obviously hate themselves and fear their partner would find someone better.~  

I’ll be quite frank, a lot of the time…they’re correct the uke could do a lot better than the jerkass seme they’re saddled with.  However, instead of changing their negative behavior for the better they just control the uke’s every movements which is yanno not doing the uke OR the seme any favors. Sometimes this functions realistically in a story like in Space Between where Riki is an unwilling sex slave and Iason keeps him under his thumb.  However the majority of them treat this like a normal and healthy relationship…but

Wouldn’t it be better if one is not constantly wracked with fear over their partner leaving them?

Wouldn’t it be better if the other can have friends and leave the house?

I’m not saying the two can’t struggle with issues of jealousy…but I mean…can’t we treat jealousy like something they work on together instead of just,

“I can’t believe you talked to them! I DIDN’T MEAN TO!”

That sound clip? Just play it on loop

“WELP LET’S HAVE THIS SAME EXACT PISSING CONTEST FOR THE 90TH FUCKING TIME!  IT’S NOT GOING TO BE DIFFERENT NEXT TIME BECAUSE WE’RE NOT GOING TO TREAT IT LIKE ADULTS WOULD!”

 So the problem with jealousy as a trope in romance and BL fiction is thus:

1.)    It’s toxic, doesn’t treat it as toxic, and sometimes justifies the toxicity.

2.)    It’s pathetic, cliché, non-conflict

3.)    It doesn’t really even understand what jealousy is.

[luciisthebest]

Panic

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Requests: If you have time, can you do a lucifer x Reader where the reader is hunting with the winchesters and they don’t know it but the reader often goes to lucifer for research help etc and the winchesters find out when during one hunt, the reader gets hurt and lucifer shows up furious and panicky? Hope that made sense haha thanks!

I know this is extremely vague (sorry!) but I can I please request something with super fluffy (or angsty but with a happy end) with Lucifer x Reader about his wings? ❤❤

Warnings: Angst, mentions of blood, mentions of an injury, fluff.

Word Count: 700

A/N: So I combined two requests here I felt like they worked together. I actually really liked how this turned out and I hope you guys enjoy.

“How do you keep your wings so soft?” You were idly stroking Lucifer’s wings as you were doing “research”. The thought had randomly occurred to you and you just had to know.

“Wouldn’t you love to know.” Lucifer teased you.

“You’re no fun.” You gave one of his feathers a tug as a form of punishment.

Chuckling, you gently dragged your fingers through his feathers. “As much as I’d love that I have to get going. Sam and Dean are expecting me soon.”

Jumping down from the bed you headed for the door. Lucifer trailed behind you, obviously displeased you were leaving. Spinning around you gave him a quick kiss, “thanks for giving me that info by the way.”

"Just stay safe (y/n), I know what you’re hunting and I don’t like it.”

"Everything will be fine Luci.” You rolled your eyes at him. He always worried so much, even though you were quite skilled at hunting. “I promise I’ll text you when we’re done.”

"Fine.” Lucifer grumbled in annoyance.

"See you later.” You tossed over your shoulder as you walked out the door.

~~~~~

Pulling up to the motel something felt off. Nothing looked out of place but you always knew better than to ignore that feeling. Cautiously unlocking the motel door, you quietly opened the door. Slipping inside, you found the room to be pitch black. As you stepped further into the room, a lamp was switched on. Freezing, you turned and came face to face with Sam and Dean. Usually this wouldn’t be a big deal, but the looks on their told you something was up.

"So where’ve you been?” Dean asked you, a look of mistrust on his face. </p>

"What do you mean? I was doing research just like I told you. I actually found a way to kill this thing.” You held out the research you had retrieved from Lucifer.

A look that you couldn’t decipher passed between Sam and Dean. "So you’re saying that you haven’t been going to Lucifer for help and you also aren’t in a relationship with him?” Dean looked disgusted as he asked the question.

Your eyes widened in shock. “I-I don’t know what you’re taking about.” You stuttered as you felt all of the blood drain out of your face.

"Really? Because we’ve heard that the two of you have become quite cozy.”

You were screwed, they knew and now you had to come clean. “Ok fine! Yes Lucifer and I are seeing each other. And before you act all disgusted and disappointed, he and I are soulmates. And for your information, he’s the one that has been supplying me with all of the research I’ve been doing. He’s the reason our hunts have been going so well.” By the time you were done you were shouting.

Betrayal filled Dean’s face and without a word he stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

Tears filled your eyes as you looked back at Sam. “What are you going to condemn me too?” You bitterly asked.

Sam sat down on the bed across from. “(Y/n) I have no room to judge you. I can’t say that I understand it or even like it. But it’s your choice. You’re an adult and you have to make your own decisions. Let’s just get this hunt done and then go from there.”

Nodding your head you grabbed your hunting gear and headed for the door. "There’s no time like the present.” You said before you exited the room.

~~~~~

Needless to say this hunt had gone to hell in a hand basket. The monster had got away and both you and Dean were injured. You were losing blood rapidly and things were beginning to look bleak. You had a massive cut across your abdomen and no matter what you did you couldn’t stanch the bleeding.  As you were walking back to the car, your legs collapsed out from under you and you fell to the ground.

"Damn it (y/n)! Don’t give up on me now.” Dean shouted at you in panic.

Groaning you rolled over trying to put some sort of pressure on the wound. Both Sam and Dean were trying to get you back in your feet but they both froze when they heard an angry voice come from behind them.

"Put her down, right this second.” Turning your head you found Lucifer standing behind you, his eyes glowing red in fury. When the boys didn’t move he’s eyes glowed brighter. “Did you imbeciles not hear me? Put. Her. Down. The only reason you’re still alive is because she likes you. Do not push my patience any further.” He growled.

Lucifer’s threat spurred Sam and Dean into action. Dean let go of you and placed himself in a defensive position in front of you. “You can’t have her.” He pulled an angel blade out of jacket.

"Dean…wait.” You whispered. “He can heal me. Let me go with him.” You were leaning heavily on Sam but you stubbornly took a step towards your lover. The moment Sam wasn’t supporting your weight you began to collapse again. Lucifer caught you before you even hit the ground and in a flash of light your surroundings melted away and you again found yourself in the bedroom you had been in only hours before. With the touch of his fingers Lucifer healed you. But that didn’t erase the panic and anger in his eyes.

"You could have died! I told you this was a bad idea but you never listen to me. Of all the women in the world, why did you have to be so damn stubborn. I can make almost anybody bow down at my feet. But you, you just laugh at me and do what you want.”

You smiled softly at Lucifer as he ranted. It was good to know he cared enough to be scared when you got hurt. When he was done, you quietly walked over to him and gently hugged him. “I’m ok. I’m here now and you saved me Luci. Thank you, thank you for saving me.”

"I will always save you. You are my soulmate, you were made for me to love. You are mine, and I protect what is mine.” With that proclamation Lucifer wrapped his wings around you, enveloping you in his warmth and scent.

Lucifer’s arms was were you were your happiest, and at that moment you couldn’t think of a time you had been happier.

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