#Dove writes

[doveypink]

unexpected surprise [satoru gojo]

summary: satoru seeks your help in raising a child. word count: 0.7k warnings: gn!reader, established relationship, fluff/crack, dad!gojo (to megs and tsumiki). a/n: it’s my birthday! as per tradition, i like to write something for myself (as if i don’t always…). i have a longer gojo fic in the works, so take this until then!

“So what do you think?”

Satoru grins at you, his pearly white teeth blinding your eyes.

“It’s… something,” you reply, unsure of how to translate the thoughts running through your mind.

You sense Gojo’s impatience, giving him a lopsided smile when his eyes narrow. You poke his cheek—right in the dimple, which makes him smile wider—and you sigh.

“It’s a lot of responsibility to raise a kid,” you say firmly.

“I know,” he says with confidence. “Do you think I’m not responsible?”

“You have to be serious about this,” you assert, carefully stepping around his prior question. “This isn’t a joke. You can’t use your powers to save you if you fuck up. This is a little human we’re talking about.”

“I know,” he insists, whining a bit. “Come on, I wouldn’t ask you for help if I didn’t think we could do this.”

You tap your foot a few times, considering your boyfriend’s suggestion for a moment. Then, softly: “Okay.”

“Okay?”

You nod.

“Okay!” Satoru repeats with a cheer, scooping you up in his arms. You groan, but you can’t help smiling a bit. He sets you down and puts his hands on his hips. “Well, I hope you’re ready to meet him.”

Your boyfriend turns around, walking to the door of his apartment. You freeze, staring at the man with wide eyes. “Wait, what—?”

“Surprise!”

Gojo interrupts you to swing the door open. Standing outside the apartment is a little boy, no older than six years old. His scowl is partially obscured by the mess of dark hair on his head. You stare at the boy, mouth agape, while your boyfriend beams at you.

“Ta-da! Introducing… Megumi Fushiguro!” Satoru waves his arms around dramatically, presenting the child to you in the manner that a game show host announces that a player has won a new car.

Your eye twitches in irritation at Gojo, but you push it aside for the time being. You kneel down to Megumi’s height, holding out your hand and telling him your name. The boy reluctantly shakes your hand before dropping it back at his side. He seems deeply disinterested in the situation.

With a gulp, you ask, “Hey, so… How long have you been standing out here?”

“What time is it?”

You glance at your watch. “15:47.”

The boy pauses. “Two hours.”

A gasp escapes your mouth. This time, you can’t help the glare you point at Gojo. “Satoru, what is your problem?” You hiss.

“What? What did I do?” Your boyfriend asks cluelessly.

You continue to glare at him as you usher the small boy inside to sit on the couch. “Are you hungry? I’ll get you a snack,” you say quickly. Rushing to the fridge, you find a cup of applesauce and hand it to Megumi. He takes it wordlessly, tearing the lid off the container and helping himself.

Next to you, Gojo pouts. “But that’s my applesauce…”

A slow turn of your head shuts him up. You drag your boyfriend into his bedroom, hissing at the man. “You’re doing a terrible job of convincing me that you can be that boy’s legal guardian.”

“We are his guardians. This is a joint operation,” Gojo corrects you.

“I literally just agreed to this!” You shriek.

“Well… I may have told the higher-ups that you already said yes.” Your boyfriend scratches his head, casually shrugging his shoulders. “I guess it’s a good thing you did, huh?”

It takes everything in you to withhold from grabbing him by the shoulders and flinging him out the window. You take a deep breath, willing yourself to be calm, and speak.

“Satoru. I will help you raise this boy. But you have to promise you won’t pull any last-minute surprises on me again.”

“I promise,” your boyfriend grins, kissing your nose. For the briefest of moments, you feel relieved. Then he continues: “But there is one little thing I forgot to mention…”

The door to the walk-in closet swings open behind you. You yelp, jumping into Gojo’s arms. A little girl, maybe a year or so older than Megumi, nervously peeks her head out. She waves, smiling sheepishly.

Your boyfriend repeats his act from earlier, introducing the girl with a sparkling grin and a goofy voice: “Introducing… Megumi’s big sister, Tsumiki Fushiguro!”

You drag a hand down your face. Parenthood is not for the weak.

[softguarnere]

Me watching BOB and trying to figure out everyone's eye color so that I don't mess it up in my fics

[doveatheart]

Trick or treat

Maybe a fight between Charlie and vaggie or husk and angel dust

Crunch bar/ghost face

(Sorry if I did it wrong)

"Admitting our problems"

Angel Dust x husk

A/n- Thank you for the ask! You did it right. Eeeeee! So excited for thisssss! It's got the ANGSTTT. I might do Charlie and Vaggie later. Enjoy!

tw- Fighting, mentions of alcohol, Mentions of abu$e, cursing

Happy spooky month ^.^

**Inbox trick or treating post here**

Angel Dust walked into the hotel at 3:00 AM after a long shift with Valentino. He bursts through the doors thoroughly drained. Husker look up from the glass he was drying at the bar.

"'nother long shift?" Husk says.

Angel dramatically flops on the couch.

"Yea." Angel says groggily.

The moment Angel hits the couch he winces. Val had been especially irritable today. Husk instantly notices this in his friend and says,

"That bastard hurt you, didn't he?" Husk says.

Angel looks at Husk. "You would ya care?" He says.

"Because i'm your friend Angel." Husk puts down the glass he was holding. "That's what friends do." "Well you shouldn't." Angel says looking away. "Well I am." Husk replies.

"You shouldn't worry. I'm fine." Angel says grumpily.

"Damnit Angel, won't you let someone worry about you for once. That bastard hurts you every time you work even if you do everything right and I'm sick of it!" Husk rants, genuinely worried for the spider.

"I don't have a choice!" Angel tells Husk sitting up. "If I say something he will make everything twenty times more worse."

"Yes you do!" Husk says raising his voice.

"No I don't! It's not as easy as you think!" Angel gets up and grabs a bottle of cheap booze, chugging it in ten seconds. "Don't you think I want to get away!"

Husk stays silent.

"Im done with him! I hate him!" Angel continues. "I want out of this damn contract!" "Angel.." Husk says.

"No. Leave me alone."

Angel then walks upstairs to his room.

*TIMESKIPPPPPPPPPPP*

"Angel!" Charlie says from the lobby.

Angel walks down the stairs with a hell of a hangover.

"Yeah?" Angel says.

"Time for trust exercises." Vaggie says. "Come sit down."

Angel sits down next to Nifty. Alastor sat in a armchair reading a newspaper, very uninterested.

"What shit are we doing today?" Husk says.

"We are admitting our problems! We will go into pairs and talk about what we have done wrong this week!" Charlie says. "Nifty and Alastor, Vaggie and me, and Husk and Angel."

Angel sighs, Husk grumbles and Alastor chuckles at both of their reactions. Nifty scoots closer to Alastor and sits on his shoulders.

"Me and Charlie will demonstrate." Vaggie says.

"Oh this will be interesting." Alastor chuckles, his sinister grin on his face.

Vaggie and Charlie face eachother and Charlie grabs Vaggie's hands and says.

"Vaggie, i'm sorry for not making you breakfast." Charlie tears up slightly.

"Uhm- Its okay babe." Vaggie looks away awkwardly.

Husk rolls his eyes and takes another long drink from his bottle.

Charlie drops Vaggie's hands and claps, facing the little party. "Okay, your turn!" She says.

Angel grumbles and turns towards Husk. "I'm sorry for yelling at you last night." Angel says semi genuinely.

Husk's eyes might as well popped out for his head.

"Angel? Apologizing?" Husk thinks.

"Husk. Your supposed to forgive him." Vaggie says.

"I- uhm- ya, I forgive you." Husk says.

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A/n- there it is! Hope you enjoy. Reblogs and comments are always appreciated. <3

[doveafterdark]

Sapnap’s Birthday Present

Dream x Sapnap

George did feel bad about not being home for Sap's birthday, he made sure to have little things delivered to him, flowers, candies, little birthday gifts, ext. Dream however, was home, doing everything in his power to make Sapnap feel like royalty on his birthday, cooking him food, watching whatever he wants, giving him his hoodie, little massages, buying him whatever he wants, ext. ext. Now towards the end of the night, Dream patiently waits for Sapnap to finish his phone call with George and meet him in their shared bedroom.

"I love you too Baby, thank you, miss you, see you soon, bye bye. Alright Love, I'm here now, what have you got planned this year mister all out?" Sapnap teased playfully as he shut the door while turning off his phone. Once it was plugged into the charger he noticed what Dream had done.

"When did you put a mirror in front of the bed?"

"About a half hour ago. I saw the clip of you saying that you like getting yourself off infront of a mirror, figured we could have some fun, end your birthday off with a bang~" Dream purred, licking his teeth. Sapnap’s eyes fluttered and his pupils dilated as he stared at the mirror, perfectly encapsulating the bed. Dream reached out and grabbed his waist pulling him close enough to lift him and set him between his legs infront of the mirror.

"You remember your safewords?" Dream asked softly in his ear, one large hand caressing his chest, the other stroking his thigh. Sapnap nodded with a heavy breath, sighing in relief as Dream pulled his clothes off, feeling the cool air from the room sooth his overheating skin. Dream smothered his neck with slow, open-mouthed kisses as his hands slid around his newly naked body.

"I need you to look Sexy~ That's what the mirror is for~" Dream gently cupped Sapnap’s jaw, tilting it down so his face was level with the mirror, causing him to instinctively open his eyes. Pupils blown so big there was barely any iris left. Dream slowly palmed his already hard dick as he rhythmically ground his clothed bulge against his bare ass.

"You got so hard just at the thought of me getting you off in front of a mirror~ As if you couldn't get any hotter~" Dream teased that sweet spot under his ear, watching Sapnap’s eyes roll back as he fought to keep his eyes on the mirror. Dream wrapped his hand around Sapnap’s dick, still, to this day, impressed by the size, as he slowly increased his speed as he jacked him off.

"You wanna fuck me in this mirror~" Sapnap nearly came from just that. He dug his nails into the blonde's thigh, nodding quickly.

"Cum first~" Sap didn't need to be told twice, he almost instantly busted all over Dream’s hand and his own thighs. Almost immediately getting hard again at the thought of Dream’s suggestion.

"You good?"

"Have I called a safeword?"

"I'm just checking, damn. George is the overstim bitch, didn't want to overwhelm you."

"As sweet as that is Babe, I want nothing more than to fuck you in that mirror~" Dream quickly switches their positions, shedding whatever clothing he still had on.

"How do you want me Birthday Boy~?" Sapnap pulled his hips back and pushed him down so he was on his knees and elbows. Sapnap quickly equipped a condom and lube, moving quickly as they were both needy. He carefully removed the butt plug keeping Dream stretched and ready, setting it aside before replacing it with his own length. Pushing in slowly as he was still bigger than the plug, letting Dream adjust the the size and the burn. Once he bottomed out he looked in the mirror, saw Dream’s fucked out face and felt his dick pulse.

"Babe?" Dream nodded quickly, pushing himself back into him.

"Go go gooo!" Dream held Sapnap’s phone, pointed at the mirror, recording as Sapnap began his bruising pace. One hand on his lower back, the other holding a tight fistful of caramel blonde curls. Sapnap stared into the mirror with hooded eyes as Dream’s crossed and flowed with tears. Dream’s face was magic to Sapnap, his flushed features, the bite swollen lips, his complete ecstasy face as he pounded against his prostate. Dream moaned louder that he had in a while as he came hard on their sheets. Sapnap’s phone clattering to the floor as his body goes limp.

"Coocooonuuttt." He dragged out, feeling Sapnap pull all the way out and rest him flat. Sapnap had cum a while ago but Dream’s face got him going again. He quickly disposed of the condom and began cleaning them up.

"Did you-?"

"Three times actually."

"Its your birthday and yet you're still doing aftercare.."

"You are one of my bottoms Hun. And if it makes you feel better, I love doing aftercare for you." Sapnap pressed a lingering, loving kiss to Dream’s lips. Giving him some clean boxers and moving him to the floor for a moment so he could change the sheets.

"I'll make you hot tea in the morning, your voice is gonna be fucked." Sap chuckled after they had cuddled up in bed, already sent that video to George. Both falling asleep before he even saw it. George made sure to save that video to his phone to use whenever he was away from his boys.

[dovesnroses]

Scratch the Itch

A gift for @otromerubk a while back <3

Every day since starting her relationship with Mammon, there had been things to do: meetings to attend, punishments to endure, magic to learn. And even worse, the other six brothers had made it their mission to be the most giant cock blocks. 

tags: established mc, nsfw, cunnilingus, Lucifer being a cockblock

Neru’s pissed. 

All day today, she’s been putting out fires. Literal fires. 

She doesn’t know who gave Beel and Satan the idea to try to improve Solomon’s recipes, but she’ll kill them when she does. Scooping the last of the ash into the bin, she sighs. It feels like all of Devildom is conspiring against her. Every day since starting her relationship with Mammon, there had been things to do: meetings to attend, punishments to endure, magic to learn. And even worse, the other six brothers had made it their mission to be the most giant cock blocks. 

Even today, Neru and Mammon had been on her bed making out. His hand on her panties was teasing her just slightly. They hadn’t had sex in a week, and they needed this - she needed this. 

But then her cell phone buzzed to life, and it was Beel asking for help to put out the large grease fire that had started downstairs. She would have ignored it if it hadn’t been Lucifer calling Mammon, demanding he come by his office this instant.

After that, she didn’t see Mammon the rest of the day. Lucifer had to have finished yelling at him by now. And there was still some time before she had to help with dinner; maybe she could find him and finish what they had started. 

When she can’t find him in any of the usual places, she walks to his room. When he doesn’t answer her knocks, she assumes he’s not there. And since the door is open, she lets herself in just to be safe. 

Mammon doesn’t notice that she’s there. His headphones are in; volume turned up so loud she can hear the bass. His hand is running down his exposed stomach, and the other hand is pumping his cock in quick hurried motions. 

Neru’s frozen, watching her boyfriend pleasure himself. Her center begins to throb, and her mouth waters. She doesn’t even consider that he decided to start without her. Mammon tilts his head back against the pillows, his face and neck flushed deep with arousal. She feels herself getting wet. But she doesn’t want him to stop. Her hand reaches down, and she gasps when she finds herself already soaked through.

And that’s when he catches her.

“Babe, what the fuck?!”

Mammon scrambles out of bed to pull his pants up. Neru jumps and turns away. 

“Mammon, I’m so sorry!” She squeaks. He’s going to think she’s a voyeur, and do demons even care about kinks? How was she going to - 

“Babe, I didn’t even realize you were here,” Mammon murmurs, his arms circling her waist, “sorry you uh...saw that.” 

Neru turns in his arms and sees he’s embarrassed. She feels terrible, but it was so fucking hot to watch. “What were you thinking about?” she whispers, looking up at him slowly. Mammon grips her tighter and breaks their gaze. She pushes herself up against Mammon and feels him straighten, “Mammon, tell me.”

He doesn’t look back at her when he replies, “You...” 

And though she knows that’s what it could have been, hearing him say that sends a roaring flame straight to her core. He looks back at her noticing her breath is heavy. Neru’s eyes are dark, and her cheeks are flushed. Mammon smirks as he leans to whisper into her ear, “Do you want to hear more?”Neru shivers and nods, breathing out a yes. Mammon’s hands travel lower till he can grab her ass gently kneading. 

“Mammon,” she sighs, “need you.” And she kisses him hard. Mammon keeps his hands on her and pulls her to the bed. She’s on top of him, kissing him, and he moans just enough for her to swipe his tongue with her own. It’s a messy make-out session, a necessity to make up for the lost time. Her hands skate down his front till she gets to his jeans, and she pulls him out. He’s still hard, and Neru moans because she is finally going to get what she’s wanted all day.

Mammon’s phone begins to blast that wretched pop song Asmo set as a prank. He’d yet to figure out how to change it, and it’s an even worse reminder that they’re not alone. She jumps back from him, and he pulls to look at it. Lucifer lights up in bright letters. Mammon groans, and a Neru panics. He’s going to have to answer it. He’s going to have to leave. And she’d be stuck again, wet and needy. 

That is not happening again.

Neru rips the phone from his grip and tosses it to the edge of the bed, out of reach. She’s pressing kisses along Mammon’s neck, pulling the edge of his v neck down to nibble along his collarbone. 

“N-Neru!” Mammon watches her, pupils blown wide: a dark violet. He tries to sit up, but Neru plants a hand on his chest, straddling him. Mammon watches as she reaches down under her skirt to slide fingers down her slit. A small sigh escapes her, and Mammon’s cock throbs. This is what he had been thinking about: watching her touch herself in slow, methodical movements. Taking all the time that they could never seem to get. It’s hypnotic. Neru bunches her skirt over her thighs, revealing pale yellow panties slick with want, and his breath catches. Mammon wants to taste her, no, devour her. 

The cell phone screams to life again. Mammon throws his head back into the pillows. “Fucking shit! What do they fucking want-“a guttural moan cuts him off as Nehru grinds down on his length. He’s already so far gone, the friction of her panties the best distraction from his useless brothers.

“Mamm-on,” Neru whimpers, grinding down again, “Need you now.” She fingers her panties and pulls them to the side, revealing her mound pink and we. Mammon can’t keep his eyes off it. She can’t hide the feral hunger as she sinks, already perfect for him. Neru keens at the stretch of his cock inside her. In any normal situation, she’d keep still, get used to his girth inside her. But the demands of the day had frustrated her, and absence does make the heart grow fonder. Once her hips are flush against his, Neru begins a steady, rocking pace. 

Mammon’s eyes roll back as he’s enveloped in the warmth of her Fuck baby just like that. Pussy so good. He knows he’s speaking praises and expletives, but even his voice feels a distance away from the feeling of velvet walls. He can hear Neru whimpering her praises. Head rolled forward, cheeks flushed red. God damn, she was beautiful.

“Neru,” he feels her flutter around his cock at her name, “Neru, baby,” She moans again, pacing faster onto him. Mammon growls and reaches to catch her hips. “Ya gotta stop, baby,’ he chuckles, “it’s too good.”

She doesn’t stop.

Neru bounces up and down her thighs, burning lost in the churning of her pleasure. Watching the way Mammon’s eyes roll back and relishing in the way he grips her hip: nails digging into her flesh. 

“Fuck - Neru,” Mammon is pleading a mess. She can feel him tense under her. He wouldn’t last much longer. Neru catches his eyes and smiles.

“Let go, Mammon,” she whimpers, and that’s all it takes for him to release and release and release into her. He shudders and gasps, and Neru feels herself fluttering around him, clenching tighter as she milks him. 

He finally has the wear with all to hold her still. He groans with a twitch and then breaths a heavy sigh.

“Fucking shit, woman,” he curses, holding them still, “that was -,” he huffs, “wow.” 

Neru smiles at him, eyes still glassy with lust. Mammon’s entranced by the flush that starts at her cheeks and disappears down her neck into her shirt. He gains enough strength to push her off with a whimper, gently maneuvering her to the bed. He crawls over and litters kisses across her forehead, cheeks, and nose. Never in his eternity of living did he think something so beautiful could be his. Her giggles lit his heart aglow. And maybe it was that after sex rush of emotion, or perhaps it was because it had been too damn long. 

“I love you,” he whispers. 

A different heat blooms within her, and Neru smiles softly, reaching to caress his warm cheek, “I love you too,” she’s said it a thousand times, but he can’t get used to the gentle declaration. His face heats up in embarrassment, and he hides it under the guise of kissing her chest and stomach.

“Fuck!” He grumbles, “you’re just so fucking - Fuck I -“ 

Neru giggles, ready to tease him, but then she hears the distinct rip of her panties. 

“Mammon-!” Mammon shoves her knees up to her chest, and she squeaks. He positions himself in front of her center and meets her eyes, cheeks still flushed.

“You’re just so fucking cute,” and he steals her response by licking a stripe up her center. Neru clamps a hand over her mouth, muffling her gasps. Mammon moans in satisfaction, tasting his release mixed with her juices. His tongue scoops himself out of her; he can’t get enough. Neru’s thighs are already tense and shaking in his hands. He glances up through long eyelashes to find her watching him. Hand still over mouth, face beet red, chest rising up and down faster now that she catches his gaze. Mammon hums around her and flattens his tongue against her clit. Neru arches her back, a high-pitched moan escaping her lips. 

He smirks and continues his ministrations, eyes closing in fervor. He would devour Neru like this forever if he could. She was too sweet for anyone else but him. He was her first, and he’d be her last. Neru’s pants were becoming louder like she did when she was close. Mammon didn’t want to stop. Didn’t care if she was going to be over-sensitive. Her pleasure triggered his greed, and he needed - 

“Mammon!” the pounding on his door breaks him of his trance. Neru tries to pull away as Lucifer’s voice calls for him again, “Mammon, you have not yet explained this bill from the other day.” 

Mammon looks from the door to his girlfriend, who is very clearly ravished and looking very unsatisfied. His grip had weekend against her, and when Neru looked his way, she smiled a sad smile: a, we’ll have to continue this another time, smile.

“No,” Mammon growls, and when Neru continues to move, he grabs her legs again, “I said no.”

She tries to object, but Mammon pulls Neru flush against him, arms wrapping around her thighs and over her stomach. His lips immediately find her clit, and he begins to suck on the bundle of nerves, eyes never leaving hers. At once, she’s back on her climb. Neru tries to push him away, but they both know it’s fruitless. Her face is flushed, the brightest it’s ever been, and he’ll have to ask if maybe she’s got a slight voyeur kink. 

Neru’s moans and pants get louder. She’s chanting his name, almost sobbing it. Her stomach tightens, and she doesn’t want to come when Lucifer can probably hear them on the other side of the door. But  Mammon’s pushing her to a place she can’t come back from, so far that the logical part of her gets smaller and smaller till all she feels is his lips on her. 

With a final suck of her clit, Neru spasms against him. Her mouth opens in a silent cry, eyes rolling back. He works her through her orgasm as she finds her voice. Hiccuping his name until finally weakly pushes at his head, signaling no more. Mammon gives her one final tender kiss before pulling away. He can feel her on his lips and chin, and he so wished he could go back and savor more. 

“Now that that’s over,” Lucifer calls irritation thick in his voice, “I still need to speak to you, Mammon.”

“Conjugal visit is over Mammon!” Asmo’s voice calls sweetly, “but thanks for the show.” 

Mammon throws a pillow at the door, shouting, shut up! He looks at Neru, who is very clearly embarrassed, but she can’t help a giggle that turns into a burst of laughter. He glares at her and tries to duck back down to her, but she holds him back. 

“Down boy,” she teases, still breathless, “we’ve still got work to do.” Mammon licks his lips and climbs over to kiss her deeply.

“Fine,” he grumbles. He kisses her again, nipping her lip lightly, “but maybe we should consider getting a place for ourselves.”

[deaddovestellnotales]

Because I am writing to get out all of my bad emotions and without any plan, I present you a random whump snippet I am working on, for my DnD character Curumë, the half elf rogue / warlock. I let my emotions guide me through this so I have no idea how this will continue. Before you read:

CW for stabbing, fake death, nightmare

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Curumë tasted dust, dirt — and iron. Fear gripped him, made his heart hammer against his chest, as his gaze frantically trailed down his body, clung to the blade that protruded scarlet-red from his lower abdomen until it was the only thing he saw.

With shaky hands he tried to grab its handle; imagined the weapon's steely touch cold against his sweaty palms as he’d yank it out.

Yet, his legs betrayed him, giving way under his feet before he could even get a hold of the dagger’s intricate hilt. The half-elf gasped and shriveled in pain, as the knife was thrust deeper into his stomach by the unlucky nature of his fall, blood and spit forcing their way out of his fair mouth.

This wasn’t how it ended, he thought in a panic, it couldn't be. He wouldn't allow it.

With every last ounce of strength that he had left inside his body, the warlock pushed himself off the ground – and onto his side.

There, he stayed motionlessly, too weak for another attempt at removing the dagger from his midriff, every forced breath a cacophony of pain that threatened to consume him. He was dying. The half elf shuddered. He was going to die. 

Screaming, Curumë pushed himself up, the fabric of his blanket coarse against his pale skin. 

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[yoondepity]

they might've offed him but that will not stop me from writing that fic 😁🙏💯

[coffincanary]

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Dean Winchester/John Winchester Characters: Dean Winchester, John Winchester, Sam Winchester Additional Tags: Incest, Parent/Child Incest, Hurt, Hurt Dean Winchester, Emotionally Hurt Dean Winchester, Trans Dean Winchester, Monster Dean Winchester, Car Sex, Dean's age is left up to interpretation Summary: When you're a boy your father carries you in his arms. Lifting you up like you are nothing but making you feel like you are everything.

[dove-da-birb]

😈 with Trey? ^w^

... I have ideas (and tweaking it a bit)

And yeah, using my name this time. Cringe is dead.

Trey hated going to 'discuss business' with demons, it made the feathers on his wings stand on end. There are some demons that he was more comfortable speaking with, as he could tell their motives easily. But there was one that made him feel sympathy for. One that has almost made him fall from grace before he caught himself. "Dove," he said carefully. Fitting that their name was a symbol of peace, of purity, of everything that they weren't. Demons aren't supposed to be those things. The demon looked up from their paperwork, pupils becoming rounder instead of harsh slits. "Ah, Trey, old friend," they sang, standing up and approaching him. "It's been some time, hasn't it?" The large cat-like grin on their face revealed fangs, a reminder that they hide their true form. That they were luring him into a false sense of security. Like they wouldn't cradle his face gently as they lead him astray. Trey pushed his shoulders back, and offered them a queasy smile. "It has been. Now what did you want to talk about." They looked up and hummed, "Can't I just want to be with you?"

I think I would probably be a demon of envy, but unsure about that. But this is a fun dynamic.

[deaddoveadventures]

((Well.. since people keep encouraging me, I will give the AO3 link, I suppose. I think that's a good middle ground. I also feel low-key cringe for my angst love but .. CRINGE IS DEAD. Right.))

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55960024

[doveypink]

the fire and the flames (that’s you) [megumi fushiguro]

summary: a cold morning leaves you needy for warmth. word count: 2.2k warnings: not sfw (minors dni), gn!reader (vague anatomy), college-aged characters, established relationship, fluff and smut, unprotected sex. a/n: this is set shortly after stay a while, but can be read on its own! title comes from the song prescription by remi wolf <3

Megumi’s room is freezing when you wake up.

Despite resting your head on his chest with your boyfriend’s arms wrapped securely around you, you can’t help shivering. You internally curse Jujutsu Tech for building dorms with terrible insulation; it’s like they want to kill off all their sorcerers. With a groan, you try to get closer to Megumi to steal his warmth. Your leg is thrown over him, and your thigh brushes against something hard. Your boyfriend makes a noise in the back of his throat, rousing awake in an instant. A silence befalls you both. Your jaw drops.

Oh.

“Megumi… are you—?”

He cuts you off, groaning. “It’s cold, I can’t help it.”

You stare, unmoving, as a thought enters your head.

Megumi’s cheeks are tinged red, and he looks at you through tired, half-lidded eyes. “Don’t,” he says simply, a warning. He knows you too well.

“Don’t what?” You try to say innocently, but the rising grin on your face is severely unconvincing.

The messy-haired boy grimaces like he’s in pain, trying to shift away from you, but it only makes the situation beneath his sweatpants worse. “Get off,” he whines, gently pressing a hand against your waist.

“Let me help.” Your voice is soft despite the grin on your lips.

Megumi gives you a disapproving look, his lips parted in protest, but you start up again before he can speak.

“Come on, babe. We’re here, we’re alone… When are we going to have another chance? I’m only here for another week, Gumi.”

Your boyfriend stares at you, his features softening. You do have a point; you’re only visiting for the few short weeks that are winter break, and after that, the date of your next visit could be anyone’s guess. He’ll be busy exorcizing curses (“Sexily,” you would add), and you will return to college. It was hard enough just trying to get clearance from Principal Yaga and the higher-ups for you to visit Megumi here, and he already knows it’ll be hell trying to go visit you. Sorcerers are always short-staffed; the boy is lucky that he’s even had some time off this winter.

With a small sigh, Megumi tugs you closer, pulling you on top of him. “Come ‘ere,” he mumbles, finally giving in.

You’re all too happy to follow his lead, leaning down to kiss him. He puts his hands on the back of your thighs, sliding them in place on either side of his waist. While your lips are locked together, you gently grind your hips against his. Megumi grunts into your mouth, and you smile. You can already feel a small wet patch on the front of his joggers. He rubs up and down your thighs, soft and unhurried. You break the kiss to breathe, noting how he involuntarily tries to chase you, not quite ready to separate. A faint laugh passes over your tongue.

“You’re so pretty,” you whisper against his parted lips.

The boy’s face flushes, and one of his hands moves up to press against your cheek. His thumb traces the outline of your face, stopping to rest at your chin. He has a saccharine gaze, his long eyelashes fluttering as you circle your hips. The motion causes little puffs of air to escape him, a quiet but visible indication of his pleasure. It always surprises you how tender he is in these moments, given that he spends the better half of his days blank faced or scowling in annoyance at minor inconveniences.

You whine, flustered by his benevolence. Megumi laughs — really, it’s just a short huff through his nose — and he lifts you off of him just enough for you to kick off your shorts. You feel the cold air prick your skin and grunt at the provocation. Your lover’s sweatpants are shoved down to his thighs, and you wear a look of devilish satisfaction at the sight of him. You hover above him, fingers wrapping around his shaft to spread the precum dribbling from the tip.

Megumi hisses, blunt nails digging into your knee. Any other day you would tease him, dragging it out until you’re both tangled and messy under the sheets, but you’ve gone too long without your boyfriend. Something twists in the pit of your stomach, and you know that if he’s not inside you soon, you might actually lose your mind. So you raise your hips, lining him up with your entrance before easing down inch-by-inch.

He slides in easily, both of you already wet enough just from grinding against each other. Megumi twitches, his breath hitching as you sink lower. You’re tight, and your walls have to stretch to take the full length of him; it really has been too long.

The moment he bottoms out inside you, Megumi makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat. Not a second later, something warm floods inside you. His shaft twitches against your walls, emptying himself without so much as a warning. Your boyfriend’s face turns bright red, and he clamps a hand over his mouth to muffle a moan.

You don’t move. He’s still inside you, spurting warmth into your body as you stare at him in disbelief. “Gumi… Did you just—?”

“Shut up,” he says quickly.

You have a shit-eating grin on your face. “You did! You came so fast—”

“Shut up,” he groans, covering his face with both hands.

With a horribly unflattering cackle, you lean down to remove his hands, kissing his red cheeks. “Aw, baby, did you miss me that much?”

He’s glaring at you, trying to turn his face away. “Stop, this is god damn embarrassing.”

“No, it was cute—”

“It’s humiliating—”

“It’s hot,” you say sincerely, still grinning. “I’m flattered, honestly.”

Megumi stares at you, seriously wishing that he could throw himself under the sheets and die. After a pause, he mumbles, “I wanted the first time back with you to be… good.”

Your features soften, trying your best not to tease him anymore. He really is sweet to you, and it would probably be too mean to provoke him any further. You kiss him, gentle and chaste. “We have a whole week, babe. It’s not the end of the world. And, you know, we could just try again now.” You wiggle your hips as if to prove your point.

Your boyfriend tries to smile, but it looks more like a grimace. He hesitates, seemingly unsure of how to respond. “…Really?”

“Yes, baby. I missed you,” you soothe. Your hips start to roll against his again, and he hardens like he’s been brought back to life. “I was lonely without you.”

“…Okay,” he agrees quietly. Suddenly, his hands grip your waist a little harder than before, pulling you closer. His eyes are full of want, holding you firmly as if you would ever want to leave. “Let’s make up for it, then.”

You instantly feel heat pooling in your stomach. You lean forward, mewling as he holds you flush against his body. A hard clench around his shaft has you balling your fists into the sheets beneath him. Your head drops onto his shoulder, squirming in his grasp.

Megumi kisses the top of your head, soothing your lust-fueled actions. His breaths are ragged as you clench around him, and he holds you tighter. “I missed this,” he says into your hair. “Missed feeling you.”

He’s gentle despite the filthiness of the situation, and it drives you a little insane. You roll against him harder, your hips sliding onto him with ease thanks to the cum he so kindly spilled inside you prior. Your face is buried in the crook of his neck, muffling your whines of pleasure.

Megumi, always so quiet, is desperately trying to hold back his own sounds. He replaces moans for soft grunts and shallow breaths that warm your skin. His nose is buried in the top of your head, dizzied as he breathes in your scent. He starts to thrust upwards, meeting your hips with a gentle slap of skin against skin. His length slides out halfway, then pushes all the way in at a steady, mind-numbing pace that has you holding your breath.

Your boyfriend grabs at your thighs, caressing the skin as he pumps into you a little faster. “I need you,” he groans, his voice breaking as he speaks. He doesn’t like to talk much during sex, but when he does, it sounds absolutely beautiful; especially right now, with his desperate little groans and suppressed whimpers.

You match his thrusts, breathing out slowly. “I’m yours, Gumi. I’m all yours.” The sheets beneath your hands are wrinkled from how tight you grip them. With a hard clench around his shaft, you grunt, trying to hold yourself together. “I love you, I missed you so much,” you whine.

Megumi pulls you down for a kiss, breathlessly pressing your lips together. When he parts from you, he slides a hand to the back of your neck, keeping you close so he can look into your eyes. The eye contact makes you flush, your whole body warm with desire. He exerts enough self-control to slow down, keeping you steady as he fills you. Your eyes grow heavy lidded as he admires you, and your hands move to grip the front of his shirt instead.

Megumi cups your face, a look of gentle concern on his handsome face. “Are you okay?” the boy asks quietly.

You laugh, your hands flat against his chest. “Do you really have to ask that?” As if in response, you squeeze down on him again. Something about his constant attentiveness is thrilling to you, even in moments of passion.

“Of course I do,” he says easily, a light chuckle blowing past his lips. He leans you towards him for another kiss, releasing a low moan in the process. The boy can already feel himself getting close. “Do you want me to pull out?” he whispers, rubbing your thigh.

“Fuck no,” you hiss, denying the notion fast enough that it makes him laugh again. Your walls pulse around his shaft, drawing him further in. “Just… stay right there,” you plead.

Megumi kisses you again, deeper this time, before parting with a small grin. “Okay,” he murmurs before thrusting upwards again at a faster pace.

Your voice is a low warble as he takes you deeper. One of his hands holds the back of your head to keep you in a kiss, while his other hand grips your waist. Your moans are muffled against his mouth, and you both become a little lightheaded from the messy embrace.

Megumi groans against your mouth, and you shiver, squeezing your thighs around his hips. “That’s it,” he encourages you, pushing you further into him. “Just like that.”

The familiarity of your incoming high draws in, and your thighs tense with anticipation. He’s slotted inside you like he belongs there; you whimper pathetically at the thought, burying your face against his neck. “I’m close, baby, please,” you beg, but you’re not sure what exactly you’re begging for.

Megumi’s chest vibrates with a low growl into your ear, making you clench down on his shaft. “Cum for me,” he says, shaking as he nears his own release. He stops bothering to hold back his sounds of pleasure, and a throaty moan from him causes you to sway your hips a little harder.

“Fuck,” you sigh, feeling him push harder against your hips. You’re teetering on the edge of your release, clamping down on him with your mouth gaping open as you pant.

Megumi grits his teeth, and he can’t take it anymore with the way your walls tighten around his length. He grunts, snapping his hips up harshly to empty himself inside of you. Large hands hold you in place as he grinds against you, not stopping until he knows you’ve finished.

With the warmth that fills you, it isn’t long until you cum. You feel yourself tip over the edge, clenching down on his still-twitching shaft and coating him in your own release. Grossly wet noises fill the room as you weakly bounce on his length, letting it all out as the collective high washes over you.

Megumi releases a long breath, holding you tight until you’ve both calmed down. Slowly, he helps you pick yourself up off of his length. He slips out of you, and you leak with cum. The sight makes his cheeks warm; you lay next to him, letting the liquid form a pool of glossy white beneath your legs. Your boyfriend leans over to kiss you, his hand cradling the back of your head.

“Good?” he asks, tracing his hand from your neck down to your back.

“Good,” you echo. When you shiver, he sits up to pull the blanket up, warming you both. The sheets tickle your skin, and you press your chest against Megumi’s to get cozy. Your hands snake under your boyfriend’s shirt, and he jolts in surprise.

“Your hands are freezing,” he utters, brows knit together in concern.

A snort of laughter escapes your throat. “That’s okay. You’ll warm me up.”

“Not that I have a choice,” he mumbles. “Don’t you want to shower?”

With an exhausted groan, you say, “In a minute. Too tired to move.”

Megumi hums in acceptance, securing you against him. When your eyes droop and your breathing slows, he doesn’t bother trying to move. He watches you in quiet admiration, feeling inclined to go back to sleep himself. He presses his lips against your forehead and begins to close his eyes, lured in by your peaceful expression.

Megumi was never a fan of the cold weather before, but now? He doesn’t think it’s so bad.

[softguarnere]

I've never written NSFW purely because idk what I'm doing and think it would turn out badly, but I will not lie -- all my mutuals reblogging those kinktober prompt lists is really making me rethink and reconsider giving it a go

[doveatheart]

Hello!🤍

Hi! My name is Dove! Let me tell you a little about me!

**Inbox trick or treating post here** ((Wait till next Halloween lol))

I go by She/Her pronouns

I live in Middle-ish USA

I have discord. It's the same user

I enjoy writing ALOT

I’m not professional nor do I have a degree in writing.

My fav color is periwinkle blue or dusty pink

My favorite flower (And emoji) Is the hibiscus 🌺 or a rose

I am neither a cat nor dog person since I currently live with three cats and four dogs

I am only writing for Hazbin Hotel and Helluva boss Rn though that might change

My requests are always open cuz why not and I’m up for anything.

I have watched both Hazbin Hotel and Helluva boss and I keep up with news and/or episodes

I can be both introverted and extroverted. Guess I’m an ambivert???

I’m a goofy thinga-ma-jig

I’m always up for a good conversation or any questions you might have, so if your lonely chat me😊

Re-blogs are appreciated, even though I forget to say on all my posts

I try to post everyday but ya know, life happens

My other blogs:

@adeline-dust-rp

Husk x Angels daughter rp blog.

@that-one-birds-blog

random stuff

@varkthesharkthing

Community I own-

My Mutuals:

@tysdietmice

@advrageobjectshowenjoyer

@sadi3-l0ves

@babyfoxflower **Highly suggest reading their blog**

Hope this helps you some way(?). Love you all and see you soon! Dove 🤍

*Disclamer* I do not own nor claim to own The Hazbin Hotel characters. All credit goes to Vivenne Medrano.

Blue Sky Account Here

Discord server here

Wattpad account here

[doveafterdark]

Talk To Me

Sapnap x George

Sapnap and George had fallen into a relationship rather quickly after moving in, still deciding to keep it a secret from social media. The two could hardly keep their hands off each other. George loved how Sapnap could handle him, he wanted someone to put him in his place and Sapnap did it with ease and no hesitation. Sapnap had been trying to clean up his desk while George sat on his office chair. Sapnap dropped his water bottle with a loud clang, causing him to huff in frustration.

"για χατίρι" He growled under his breath, reaching for the bottle. George stared at Sapnap with wide eyes, blow pupils and a slacked jaw as he felt that pressure build in his gut.

"What did you say?"

"Hmm?"

"What did you just say?"

"για χατίρι, I just kinda swore in frustration..."

After repeating his phrase he noticed how George’s eyes darkened and he squeezed his shaking legs together.

"What? You liked that?" George’s eyes fluttered as he nodded slowly, flushed in embarrassment. Sapnap couldn't help but smirk at the fact, leaning in to bracket George in the seat, watching him sink beneath his gaze.

"Η δεύτερη γλώσσα μου σε διεγείρει?" His voice was low, almost a purr. George exhaled shakily, whimpering softly. Sapnap dips down to catch his bite swollen lips, feeling George’s desperation. He quickly picked him up, holding him with a firm grip on his ass. George pants desperately against his lips as he clutches Sapnap’s t-shirt. Sapnap lays the two on the floor, hastily removing both their clothing. George crooned as Sapnap bit down on his neck, soothing the bites with his tongue as he grinding into him.

"Fuck, Talk to me" Sapnap pushed open George’s legs, wetting his fingers before working him open.

"Ποιος ήξερε ότι βρήκατε αυτό το τόσο καυτό όμορφο αγόρι~" George moaned loudly,

"Fuck I love how your voice sounds when you talk like that."

"Yeah~? You like when I speak Greek Υπέροχος~?" He can feel George shudder whenever he spoke. He pressed in slowly, letting George rock his hips in a way for him to comfortably adjust.

"Yeah, I fuckin love it.." George sounded entirely out of breath.

"Breathe Αγάπη μου~" He rubbed George’s hips, feeling the pressure of himself inside his boyfriend, seeing the soft bulge in his lower stomach.

"I'm ok, I'm good, I'm amazing actually, fuckin move, please!" George usually didn't beg before he thrusted, Sapnap grabbed both his wrists, pinning them to the floor by his head as he starts thrusting, hard and fast.

"Θα είσαι ο θάνατος μου μωρό μου~" He purred in his ear, snapping his hips at a bruising pace. Feeling George press his heels into his back, moaning at the top of his lungs as Sapnap hit his prostate with every thrust. George’s toes curled painfully tight as he arched up into Sapnap, with a cry as he came hard, vision fading to black. He came to in Sapnap’s boxers and hoodie on his couch while he finished cleaning up his workspace.

"Why aren't you holding me...?" Sapnap turned, realizing that George was fully back.

"Didn't want to interfere with your headspace, you were floaty for a good while hun."

"No Greek nickname?"

"I don't think you can take one right now if I'm honest"

[phoenixfeatherquillwriting]

Dove Writes a Short Story (for the First Time in Months): Constellan Fairy Tales!

Written with a prompt from @inkdropsonroses  and shared for your reading pleasure! Prompt: “Aris reads Constellan fairy tales to a sick Katri to help her feel better.”

“Katri, darling, I truly think the best thing for this is some sleep." The girl's cheeks flushed red in a way her brown Constellan skin simply was not meant to do when she was healthy, and it was hard to tell if the moisture on her brow was from the cool cloth or simply sweat. It was only a virus, nothing dangerous so far as Aris could tell, but her little one was clearly miserable.

 "But it hurts," she whined as if to prove the point. "I know it does," Aris said, trying for sympathetic and probably not succeeding. "You know, Ash brought me a book when I was about your age and sick one of my first times away from home..."  Katri was still young enough to respond well to being read a story.... maybe Ash's gift would get a new lease on life on Katri's bookshelf rather than gathering dust on her own.  Katri nodded with a touch of her usual enthusiasm...and dislodged the cloth for the fourth time in fifteen minutes.

Aris stooped to pull the book out, a heavy gilded thing that she'd nearly had a heart attack imagining the price of until Ash assured her they found it "wasting away" in a secondhand bookshop (which they had promptly taken her to once she recovered enough to go out again.) It was made for children, but the illustrations were so pleasing, Ash had said they couldn't pass it up, especially not when they saw renditions of the Kutsal region folktales they had grown up hearing, but were new to Aris. With the benefit of so many years, Aris knew now that Ash had been trying to give her a bit of their home when hers clearly didn't suffice. Though Katri was from her own province, not Ash's, it seemed a good precedent. Besides, Ash had annotated their favorites for her, and Katri always liked hearing what "Arundi and Pibby" were like in their young days.  Bringing it over--still with no idea what she would read--she slid the book onto Katri's lap. "It's better if you choose. The ones with the red stars next to them are the ones Ash liked best when they were little."  Katri grinned for the first time all afternoon and promptly began hunting for Ash's messy doodles. "This one!" she said, pointing: it was a tale of a dragon that made its home in a hidden mountain pass. Ash had always loved dragons, or so they said. Aris turned to the appointed page and found an illustration of the glittering golden creature wound around its "hoard" of magical items, gifted to it by the travelers who had befriended it on their journeys. In her native Firet, dragons were fierce creatures, never to be crossed, but it seemed the "sharp edges" of their scales were "sanded down" in the tales of the mountain folk. A cynical part of her supposed the ancients had to believe the mountains were full of benevolent rather than cruel creatures, or nobody would have ever dared to settle them at all.  She did not tell Katri this, certain it would start an argument she was in no shape to have. After all, Ash would say that "dragons were large friends, you shouldn't bad-mouth them!"  "What's their name?" Katri asked as she looked at the illustration. "I want to do it in calligraphy when I'm better."  "Let's see here...oh, well, it doesn't have a name in the story, but it looks like Ash gave it a name on the side." Aris squinted a little to read Ash's messy Constellan letters-even worse than their English handwriting-but they had tried for her, and that was what counted. "It looks like...I think Ash Decreed that this dragon is called Zavmari, it's a name that means 'amber-eyed' in Kutsal dialect." As Aris began to read, it became clear that the dragon had no name because every traveler who passed it gave it a new name along with the gifts. Ash had simply been 'taking part' in the storied tradition, unable to keep their hands out of anything.  When prodded, Aris said she would have called it Liorko, "someone who brings light," and Katri chose Illionai, which meant "full of fire." Aris added her name choice like a crown on the dragon's head, and Katri added hers in a burst of flame coming from the creature's mouth when she turned the page.  Before long, Katri called Espen in to ask him to take part, and Rissa and Ione too. Ash heard what they were up to with a delighted grin and quickly began assembling a stream of well-wishers for the sick member of the family.  Once Tavi had word of it, she brought Kesha, Zira, and Peony in. Liz and Beth came with their former student, Thandie, and Tavi's triplets, boyfriend Danny, and Aris' mother  brought up the rear, Nyx insisting Aris begin the story again. Once everyone was assembled, the dragon began collecting more names in one afternoon than it probably had since the book was published. But, Katri seemed to be feeling much better, and it was agreed that when she could get out from under her blanket pile again, J, Rose, and Azura (the ‘foreigners’) would be invited to join the Constellan tradition.

[deaddovestellnotales]

Five Character Associations - Curumë

Stolen from @lolthslover !! I simply had to do this :3c

Emotions

Mischievous

Secretive

Unhinged

Haunted

Daring

Colors

Sea green

Ocean Blue

Blood Red

Black

Silver

Scents

Dry Earth

Tavern Food

Blood

Cedar Wood

Dust

Objects

Intricate Dagger

Ruins / Old Temples

Ancient Horse Figurines (Due to campaign :3c)

Gold Coins

Leather boots

Body Language

Crossed legs - he is always kind of judging you

Clenched fists - either to hide his emotions or because he generally has a bit of a temper

Crossed arms - a sign of confidence in himself

Crouching - to be stealthy or to take cover

Finger pointing - a sign of his lack of manners, but also because he is generally very expressive with his hands

Aesthetic

An ancient temple, overgrown by climbing plants and other vegetation, in the middle of the wilderness. Decayed statues of an unknown entity or God line the temple's entrance, succumbed to the passage of time.

A lively get-together in the local tavern, him being surrounded by the people close to him, the ones he can trust. Gambling, food, and wine fill the evening. So do the cheers and quips of his companions.

The campfire, out in the open; stars above his head, he sits with no one but himself; dancing flames consuming his thoughts.

The dusty road ahead, barren and leading into the unknown. Quips shared among the party, as the hazy sky stretches above their heads.

Seething anger, bloodied knuckles and cuffed wrists - the chains that hold him back.