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Shame on a martyr

[damnit-samnit]

Aww shit. Even though I have a shit ton of asks I should be responding to, I’m going to do one of these instead because I like doing stuff like this!! It reminds me of olden Facebook days and Xanga shit. I was a slut for personal lists/quizzes/about me’s/etc 😂

Shout out to @inkivaarinen and @amusedyan who tagged me! 💘💘💘

name: Sam/Samnit

birthday: March 12

zodiac: Pisces (and it’s very important)

height: As an imperial heathen it’s 5’2

hobbies: Oh god, I’m so boring. I used to be cool and participated in fun things but now it’s work, eat and sleep. I’m kind of going through a phase of trying to find passions outside of the home. So something that’s not like, video games. Obviously I write but I found if I do it constantly, with no breaks for anything else, I run myself ragged, you know? I’ve been trying to pick up reading again (and not just smut one-shots lmao). I’ve been working on picking up a mediation habit. I was thinking about taking up yoga. I just signed up for CrossFit since I’m on this whole health craze (6lbs down in 3 weeks bby gotta keep up the momentum). I try to draw but I suck at it. But give me some of your hobbies so I can get ideas, man!!

favorite colors: pastels, some muted shades of red, grey, black

favorite books: Goddamn I’ve haven’t read in forever and I’ve kind of lost my taste. Excuse me if I mention more writers than books lmao. I love Tolkien — the Silmarillion ranks of one of my favorite books because it’s so different. You’re reading a history book of a fictional world and the amount of detail... it blew me away. Love Stephen King too — he’s one of the best character writers around and I worship him for that. I also love F. Scott Fitzgerald as a descriptive writer. As such a plain Jane writer, the inability to create elequent, poetic descriptions, and have them sound organic in the story, kills me. I’m jealous of writers who can do that. Also shout out to Robert Frost — my all time favorite poet. Again with great descriptions.

last song listened to: Truth Hurts by Lizzo

last film watched: Icarus on Netflix but let’s be honest that was awhile ago I’ve been spending all my free time watching the various 90 Day Fiancés and Real Housewives of the Potomac.

inspiration or muse: I’m weird so my inspirations are wacky. Like flowers — they inspire feelings for me, which is why they will always be prominently featured in my writing and why floral shit is mentioned. They represent a lot of things to me: emotion, atmosphere, love. I still think giving someone flowers is one of the most simple signs of love. Music is another big thing for me. I’m such a fucking whore for Lana Del Rey and when Norman Fucking Rockwell drops I’m going to lose my fucking mind. Every major moment in my fics has an underlying Lana song because I’m a freak, absolutely no lie. And All Might and Smite, man. Those two fucks I’m still weirdly obsessed with and I’m like, ashamed of my fixation and my unwillingness to branch out. I hold Smite as a perceived favorite simply because I workshopped him a lot. And because I think he’s my niche — people know me for Attachment and my Smite writing. Though, I love All Might just as much.

dream job: a successful writer or a boring 9-5 job that pays me well and has excellent benefits and plenty of vacation time and doesn’t stress me out

meaning behind url: I’m used to hearing “god damnit, Sam” both positively and negatively so I figured I’d make it into a nice digestible “damnit samnit” package 😂

Tag 8: I’m sorry for being annoying 😫 @milkierose @allmightismysugadaddy @teratodentata @peanutbutterpanda3 @geeky--tiki @diamondwerewolf @edgar-allan-oof @i-draw-stuff-occasionally

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Hello @danceingiceprincess ! 

Results may vary, and he will definitely eat all the plants and then puke in your shoes. 

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Nsfw character trait meme for Demon!Might

I’m a dirty heathen, so I’ll just fill this for my own enjoyment, even tho no-one asked. For my Demon Au Toshi~ Avert your eyes, minors! Answers are approximately done according to where the happenings of the fic are now (chp8). 

Preference for top or bottom?

He certainly enjoys both, especially now that he got the first true taste of bottoming. But top or bottom, he loves when you take the reins. He would love to bottom more, but is still shy asking for it himself. 

Favorite type, looks and personality wise?

For him, personality is more important than looks. Though he does find humans very endearing, and has come to prefer them over other demons. Secretly, he loves being taller and bigger than his partner. Appreciates softness (He loves to cuddle up, and a little plumpness makes him purr). Favourite type of personality would be the calm and caring type, with whom he can have deep conversations with. 

Get up and shower after or bask in the afterglow all sticky and wet?

Bask, sticky and wet, skin to skin. Loves to leave his scent on his partner, and watch in fascination as his seed seeps out from them, even if it makes him blush and a little embarrassed. Grumble enough and he takes a shower with you, glued to your side, happily sighing and running his hands over your skin.

Monogamous? Open relationship? Polyamorous?

Monogamous. Wants to focus his attention in one person, and in turn be the center of his partner’s attention. 

Deep and slow? Hard and fast? What’s your character’s preference?

Normally? Deep and slow. Something affecting him, like a flare of possessiveness or the need to mate? Hard and fast! Or if he’s bottoming, or otherwise at your mercy? Doesn’t say it out loud, but please overwhelm him.

Favorite sex position?

Any position where he can get as much skin contact as he can. All the better if he can touch you all over. And hide his face because he flusters so easily. So, spooning would be optimal.

What’s your character’s favorite kink?

He has just began delving into kinkier stuff. Probably being completely overwhelmed and overstimulated. 

How active in bed is your character? Do they like to lie there and take it or do they like to get the most bang for their buck?

When he gets over his shyness, he likes to get into it just as much as you, sometimes even more than that, when the need strikes him. But stick something in his ass, and he becomes a completely useless whimpering mess.

Kissing during sex, yes or no?

YES. Kisses everywhere!

Clothes off or on during sex?

Off! Needs to feel the skin and warmth. Though he tends to forget to remove his own clothes fully if he gets too riled up.

Lingerie? Yes or no?

He doesn’t really get the appeal of lingerie and underwear in general (silly human things, he occasionally goes commando himself) but he would combust should you wear some lingerie for him. Would be a bit reluctant wearing anything himself.

Would your character join a threesome if given a chance?

Goodness no. Wants his partner all to himself, and would feel like a... Burden, an outsider if two people tried to get him into bed with them.

Your character’s Penis size?

He is very well endowed, enough so that you definitely need lube and a bit prepping for sex to be enjoyable, but it’s not a monster dong. Looks larger than it actually is, because of his lanky and willowy frame. 

Preference for penis size?

No preference. Just... Nothing too intimidating. 

Does your character like to roleplay? If so, what?

Doesn’t even know that roleplay exists. Would be confused of the idea, and if miscommunication occurs, even a little hurt that you would want him to be something else that he is.

Does your character prefer condoms or bareback?

Bareback, if possibly needed birth-control is otherwise taken care of, and there are no STD’s. Deep down, it satisfies his more animalistic side to feel his seed filling you, and then bashfully watching as it drips out. He did that. He left something of himself in you. And you accepted it, wanted it... He can’t but feel weirdly proud.

Your character’s most private sexual fantasy?

He is pretty much living it, having sex with someone he is emotionally deeply invested in, and getting his feelings and want returned. Although, it seems that he highly enjoys getting caught masturbating and being “punished” for it... 

How sexually active is your character?

Before, not active at all. After meeting the reader, very active, it’s like a switch was turned in his body. 

When did your character lose their virginity?

He had been somewhat intimate with others before, but the first time he went all the way was with reader. In chapter 5, to be precise :’D

Kinks your character would participate in?

Hmm. Bondage, sense deprivation... Edging and orgasm denial, he definitely has a praise kink... Very mild blood play. He is not a terribly kinky demon. For now.

Kinks your character would not participate in?

Any kind of striking or choking, unsanitary kinks, degradation, anything that is outright dangerous.   

A character that yours fantasizes about coupling with?

You, the reader! You’re quite amazing in his mind, he fantasizes about you even if it hasn’t been that long since your last escapade.

Well, that’s all for now. 

[inkivaarinensart]

Fellow nordic here who happened to find your demon!toshi fic. It has quenched my thirst for sub!toshi and I eagerly await a new chapter

Huzzaah! I’m happy that my fic has provided you with juicy sub!Toshi!

Oh man, a fellow Nordic. I get super paranoid that there are Finnish readers, idk why. Maybe it’s just so easy to sit here in the North and throw my blurbs at people who are far away. Haaah. 

I’ve been slowly piecing the new chapter together in my head! Not making any promises when it comes out, I have so many irons in the fire lately ;w;

Toshi happily yelling perkele seemed like a good idea at 3 am. 

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This was supposed to be cute, but I am a monster and make everything unnecessarily sad, sorry in advance! This ficlet is in Toshi’s pov. Have a picture first, then on to the text after read more!

TW: SAD TOSHINORI, implied suicidal thoughts.

Toshinori huffed shallow breaths as he trod in the cold and dark, snowflakes nestling into his golden hair that was wilder than usual, tousled from restless sleep. He took hurried steps, feet slipping on the powdery snow that hid the treacherous ice underneath. He cursed and corrected his footing, glad that nobody was up and around yet to see his flailing.

He wasn’t really sure what time it was, only that dawn was still hours away. He didn’t care, he had to get out, had to escape the nightmares that still lingered in his apartment, well after waking up in cold sweat and ragged breath. He hadn’t bothered with proper clothing, only throwing on a jacket in a hurry.

His steps slowed when he arrived in the middle of the bridge, finally coming to a stop as he faced the river, leaning against the railing. He shivered as the wind picked up force from the river and ravaged his thin body with a freezing gale.

He cupped his hands in front of his face, and blew warm air in to them, cursing that he hadn’t thought about gloves or even a scarf in his hurry. His eyes glazed over as he stared at his gnarly hands. Old silvery lines of scars were stretched over his tendons and veins that rose up from his skin, the flesh melted away. He curled and uncurled his battle-worn fingers as tears quietly slipped down his gaunt face.

The river beneath him murmured in a deceptively slow way, carrying heavy pieces of ice and slush within its flow. Toshinori leaned over the railing and watched as his teardrops joined the frothing water below. How easy it would be, just lean over a little bit more, and slip beneath the icy river…

With a gasping sob he took a step backwards, shocked by his own thoughts. Angrily he rubbed  his eyes with numb fingers, the tears already forming frost on his eyelashes. He tried to swallow the sobs that wrecked him, mouth in a tight grimace, teeth bared and ground together.

“Is everything all right?”, a soft gentle voice asked.

Toshinori jerked and hastily wiped last of the tears away before he turned to face the person. He must have looked like a pitiful mess, hair tousled and frosted over, face red from the cold weather and crying. He tried to muster up a forced smile, tried to hide behind it like usual, but it died on his lips when he saw the soft concern in their eyes, full of warmth that tugged at his heart. An answer affirming that he was okay had been forming on his tongue, but he couldn’t lie to those eyes.

“I… I don’t know” he confessed with a whisper and ran a shaking hand over his face, suddenly feeling exhausted and very very cold. A shiver ran through him.

The stranger in front of him unwound their scarf from their neck and offered it to him. Toshinori began to protest, but they simply draped the scarf around his delicate neck with a huff. “Please, you’re freezing!” Another wave of tears threatened to well up in his eyes at the kind gesture as he choked out a thank you.

“Listen, it’s… It’s not my place to offer this, but…” they worried their bottom lip between their teeth, “Would you mind accompanying me for a coffee? My treat!” They rubbed their neck, cheeks flushing red. “It’s just that… Obviously we don’t know each other, but I hate to see you so distraught and cold and… Please?” They looked up at him with pleading eyes, a hint of sorrow deep within.

“Coffee sounds great” Toshinori replied with a hoarse voice, a genuine smile now tugging at his lips. He pulled the scarf tighter around him, the stored body warmth from the stranger in it already seeping  into his skin. He inhaled, the scent on the scarf was comforting. Warm and sweet.

The stranger beamed with joy and Toshinori’s heartbeat sped up.

“Great! I know this great place that’s basically open 24/7 and they serve this really delicious...”, they chattered on and Toshinori followed and listened. His nightmares slowly dissolved from his mind as he basked in the warm aura this kind stranger exuded around them.

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Hello Anon! Sorry this is a little late, but I wrote something small! And uh, I guess I take small requests now :’D If they’re manageable and I feel like it ;__; There’s one request in my inbox about Toshi waiting for me, gonna write that later... I’m bad at writing Buff!Toshi but I hope this is alright ;__;

It’s about 680 words long, just below this read more~

Rated G!

Today. Today would be the day he would finally confess his feelings. Yagi Toshinori- known to the world as All Might- stood in front of his bathroom mirror and nervously adjusted his tie. Muscles rippled underneath his dress shirt and his large hands shook slightly, thick fingers clumsy on the delicate knot. He sighed and lowered his hands. That should do, he was afraid that if he fiddled with his tie anymore, he would accidentally rip it off.

He squared his shoulders, took a deep breath, and headed over to his Might Tower.

His heartbeat picked up more speed the closer he got to the reception desk. He could feel the blush creeping up his neck and his hands becoming clammy, when he saw the person that plagued his thoughts lately. He stopped in his tracks, and just observed her for a moment.

Others would say she was plain looking, normal, nothing extraordinary. Oh, how wrong they were. She was so beautiful… Not the kind of beauty that was achieved by makeup and hair extensions, not the kind that was seen on magazines or catwalks. Not the kind of empty beauty that would latch themselves to his side on every occasion, at every charity ball or other event, desperate to bask themselves in the spotlight that was All Might.

No, this was beauty that stemmed from the inside, lighting it’s way up, making her radiate. Mature, natural, confident. Trusting that their own natural look was enough, without gimmicks. Her smile lighted the whole room, and her laughter came from deep, genuine and unabashed.

Toshinori swallowed. How could he ever measure against her? He, who hid behind a fake smile and a suit of muscle. He gripped his aching left side.

“All Might! You’re in earlier than normal!”

He snapped from his thoughts when she called and approached him. His hand flew from his side to the back of his neck, rubbing it nervously.

“I- I am here! To wish you a good morning!” immediately he flinched and his blush deepened, God, that sounded so lame…

“Has something happened? As far as I know, you don’t have any meetings today until noon” She stopped in front of him, her height barely reaching his rib cage.

He stammered. He normally didn’t come to the Might Tower as All Might, if he didn’t have pressing meetings, but today he wanted to come early, to talk to her, before the tower was hustling and bustling with people.

“Well, uh, you- you see, there is something I need to tell yo-” Toshinori’s breath hitched in his throat when he felt her tugging at his tie.

“Bend over a little, All Might, your necktie is crooked and tied shoddily. Can’t have that, now can we?” She beamed at him, eyes glinting, and smile so wide it created dimples on her cheeks. It took all his self control not to kiss her then and there. Instead he bent himself, giving her better access to his tie, and she wasted no time untying it and starting to fix it.

His heart hammered wildly in his chest, and the heat and redness in his face could rival the sun. She was so close he could smell the shampoo she used, her hair almost tickling his face. Fingertips brushed against his neck when she adjusted the newly made knot, muttering something under her breath. Toshinori clamped his hands together behind his back, trembling slightly. This felt so… Intimate. Thoughts of her fixing his tie every morning, her in a nightgown and hair still tussled from sleep, flashed in his imagination. He swallowed thickly, and willed the heat that threatened to pool into his gut away.

She fastened the knot tight against his jugular. “There! That should do it!” She patted his chest, proud of her handiwork, and as a signal that he could straighten himself. “Now, was there something you needed to tell me?” She smiled that grin that made him go weak in the knees.

“O-oh, I’m sorry, I already forgot!” He laughed boisterously, masking his awkwardness. “Tell you what, I’ll get a hold of you when I remember what it was!”

Tomorrow. Tomorrow he would confess.

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HHHH- tries not to die

Okay! First of all thank you all who have messaged me <3 You have no idea how much joy this brings to me while I’m writing and struggling with chapter 4.

Then for some answers... Under read more because I ramble!

I’m winging it so much with this fic, mixing together different elements, from my own folklore to things straight outta my own head and then some. This is a strange melting pot. I know this is a smut fic, and it purely started out of smut reasons... But I fell in love with this idea, and I really wanna make this so much more than just smut. I want there to be feelings, love, friendship, beauty. So this is a weird... From strangers (who kinda fucked) to friends (who still fuck) to lovers (who definitely will still fuck) fic.

About the bond and seal: It transmits really strong emotions, and things like danger and hurt, and it’s felt stronger the closer the two bonded are. This will be... Told more in the fic, in coming chapters. But the bonding itself has no way to interfere with actual feelings, like love, they still originate from the person itself. It’s not uncommon for a demon to hate and resent their summoner (in this au).

There will be some (sexy) shenanigans because of the bond!

I actually listened to NFWBM by Hozier and holy hell pretty voice. Also it kinda did have fitting thematics! Hmmm... The fic might have some... Sub/dom undertones? But in a healthy way. Reader wants to take care of Toshi (who doesn’t, he is a precious bean), and Toshi is just so intense about it all, he wants it so much, he is shy and timid but gods does he crave that touch and soft words. More of that in the upcoming chapter. And, ah, I’m so glad that this silly fic can bring joy to someone! It kinda is my passion project right now, and I like escape my own life and problems into it.

Lastly, but not least, @kojiyamas ! Thank you! Hmmm, like I earlier said, this is not purely based on my own folklore alone, but if Finnish paganism interests you can read a little about it in wikipedia. Unfortunately there’s not so much stuff in English. I’ll try to fish around a bit more for legit English info about this all.

As for the spells, I have used the book “Magic Songs of the Finns” as a base. It has about 400 pages! A lot of spells! It has been translated to English as well. Unfortunately I’m not sure if you can find any translated spells in the internet. Some maybe, Probably. 

I also have tweaked my own spells, using the book as a basework. We have a strong oral tradition, and the base of our spells is knowing the origin words of things, that gives the spell power over things. I usually chant my own conjurations, going with my gutfeeling. Idk, if any of this interests you guys and you wanna know more of my traditions and spells and such, hit me with a dm! I’ll talk gladly lol.

But I’m happy! So happy! This fic is so fucking self-indulgent so I’m a bit nervous about it, and the reader miiiiiiiight veer into more of an OC character in the near future idk lol. This is my first fic, I’ve never written anything long, and akfdfkgdfkg I keep comparing myself to other writers and think that I suck.

Sorry for my ramblings!

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If you had asked anyone, the image of the renown Villain sitting in some small café and shyly glancing to his side as he nursed a cup of rapidly cooling coffee didn't sound quite right. Clearly he was out of his natural element, but something kept pulling him here week after week...

Villains were expected to be a little greedy, after all.

Pairings: Toshinori Yagi x Reader

Rating: G

Word count: 2459

Soft!Villain All Might x Reader fluffy fic that was prompted by my own stupid doodle. I’m weak. Purely self-indulgent. A drabble got out of hand.

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Silently screaming

KHkafsaf these are the first messages ever I’ve received in tumblr and I’m lowkey screaming in happiness. 

HNNNNH THANK YOU ALL WHO SHOW LOVE TO MY SOFT BOI~

Frets and fumbles and flusters with Toshi