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madamechrissy · 3 months ago

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Up in The Air

♡ ♡ Pairings ♡ ♡ Suguru Geto x Fem Reader

♡ ♡ Warnings ♡ ♡ MDNI- Breeding kink (Suguru needs twins duhh) ass smacking, anal play, Suguru is obsessed with reader's ass, blow jobs, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms

♡ ♡ Word Count ♡ ♡ 7,035

♡ ♡ Summary ♡ ♡ You have been jilted at the altar by your groom, Mahito, who has led you on for years. Your best friends, Maki and Yuta, suggest to go on this Honeymoon alone, to get away and find yourself again. On the plane ride, you run into a gorgeous man on a business trip, who holds your hand when you say that you're terrified of planes, Suguru Geto. You all fall into easy conversation, and there's chemistry, he makes you feel better than you had in a long time. You think to ask his number, when he realizes that his room has fallen through.

Well, you have a big honeymoon suite, and you suggest he stays with you. What can go wrong? Not like you don't wanna straddle him or anything...

Chapter 7 - Masterlist Playlist

Chapter 8

3 days till Vacation ends

You stretch the next morning, with the sun filtering through the windows, bright against your eyes. Your entire body is aching with all of the… well, exertions, it had been put through the past few days. Your pussy throbs just a bit, and your thighs are so sore, when you sit up in the big bed.

You look over to see the rumpled blankets and sheets next to you. You rub your hand against it, smiling a bit, remembering last night with Suguru. Your nose starts to smell something sweet, and you, like some cartoon character, want to follow the trail, and as you stand, your feet on the fluffy carpet beneath you, the sounds of clanging hit your ears.

You also hear some… is that Suguru’s sexy voice singing!? You pad out to the kitchen area, smiling at this vision in front of you. Suguru is at the stove, shirtless with just his boxers on, framing that rather nice ass he has, you can’t help but bite your lip, watching the strong muscles in his back move.

He’s singing softly, but… it sounds so good, as you come closer, and realize he must have earbuds in, as he doesn’t turn to see you yet, you get to enjoy more of him… being him. Although you are undoubtedly head over heels (let’s be honest you were when he held your hand on that plane) there was still so much to learn about him. While you were an open book, he was a bit more reserved.

You hope to get that chance, as your chest tightens just watching him. He's got a wooden spoon in one hand, and with the other, he's flipping a pancake into the air. It does a little twirl before landing perfectly back into the pan with a sizzle. You giggle at the sight, and finally he catches sight of you and smirks, winking charmingly at you, then putting the pan back on the stove, turning the heat off.

“Morning Princess.” He comes to you, taking out his ear buds, before pulling you against his bare chest. You grin, as you see he has a little batter on his cheek, swiping it off for him, fuck he looks so gorgeous, he’s got this tan from all the sun, making his skin glow from the sunlight streaming in. You run your hands down his chest, exhaling.

“Good morning, handsome.” He cups your face, bending down and kissing you, and you just melt, as he presses his lips against yours, as you feel the heat from his hard body, filling you with desire, with…

You’re a love sick teenager basically.

You just fawn over him.

You look up at him with glittery eyes, smiling, trying to hold back to urge to just spout it out- “Suguru Geto I love you”- yeah no. You’d let it slip because your brain gets stupid when that man fucks you, how could you think when his cock wrecks your pussy and your thoughts are jumbled? But even right now you gulp it down.

He needs time and that’s fine, it’s better than fine, you did not ever expect even that, even him asking you to be his girlfriend. Now it’s a million times worse, these feelings, growing so quickly it should scare you, but it doesn’t. You’d spend so damn long hating your body, hating your personality, and Mahito had been what you perceived as some ‘gift’ when in fact, he had wasted so much time.

You shake yourself out of your reverie, looking at the pancakes he’d made, a whole stack of them. “This looks amazing, oh gosh! Suguru you cook?”

“Of course I do. Thought I’d treat you, Princess. You looked so sleepy and cute so I didn’t wake you.” He flips the last pancake off, and your hand goes to his back, trailing down his spine and he moans softly. “Hey now, these will get cold if you keep that up.”

“You’re so sweet to do this. Thank you!” He tugs at your ponytail, shaking his head, his eyes lidded as he looks at you.

“It’s nothing, love. Sit down, let me make you a plate.” You eagerly do as he says, sitting down at the little table you all honestly had barely used so far. “How many do you want?”

“Like one is fine. Or two!”

“Three it is.”

“That’s too much, silly.”

“How you gonna keep that nice big ass if you don’t eat!?” You snort in laughter, blushing then, as he continues to make you feel so much better about your body, the thing that Mahito had shit on you over. You loved to work out a bit and naturally had a little muscle, and yeah, a big ass. And though men had complimented it, back then, Mahito’s words had…

“You’re so silly, Suguru. It’s mostly from me and Maki squatting at the gym, and genetics.”

“Uh-huh, but you need food for that, be a good girl and eat for me.” You sigh, smiling up at him, resting your chin in your hand. He makes it hard not to spout endless I love yous.

“Two then.” He grins, as you shoot a wink, and he places two on there, then hands you the syrup, coming to sit next to you.

“Thanks, looks so yummy. Mmm, it is yummy!” You nibble on the fluffy pancake, moaning then.

“You gotta be sexy even eating hmm?” Your heart flutters, looking over at him, his handsome face lit by the sunlight, casting shadows against his chiseled cheeks, his tongue darting to lick syrup off a lip.

“Says you, looking like pure sex over there.” You run your bare foot up his leg then, and his brows raise as he peeks down.

“You playing footsie with me, bratty girl?” You just grin, chewing another bite.

“Maybe I am.” You slide your foot higher, until it’s on his thigh, and he grunts then, brows drawing together.

“I should teach you a lesson about teasing.” You continue rubbing your foot against that strong thigh, until your toes tease him where he’s semi hard, and his eyes narrow at you.

“Something… up… Sugu?” You sip on your coffee, smirking, and then you gasp when he’s grabbed you so quickly, slinging you over his lap. You squeal at that, wriggling then. “Hey!”

“Hmm how many smacks.” He trails his fingers down your shorts, before shoving them down, exposing your ass to the cool air. You shiver, starting to feel wetness already as his big hand connects with a loud smack.

“Oof!” It stings, and he hums, contentedly, rubbing your ass then.

“Fuck it bounces so nicely. Mmm, I say a few more. What do you say, my bratty Princess?” You shiver at that, at his caress, at him asking permission in his own way, as if he really needed to. But that’s who he was. He always made sure things were okay with you.

“I think I need… a few more. I’m very bratty this morning.” He chuckles, and you feel his body shaking with that, before he smacks you again, admiring it.

“Look how it jiggles.” He smacks it again, alternating cheeks, until you’re a mess, moaning and grabbing onto his lap helplessly. “Think I’m obsessed.”

“With my ass?” You peek up at him, your face is flushed, your eyes glittering, as the pain makes you wetter. He grabs your ass with his hands, squeezing and grinning, that crooked little grin, the one that makes his eyes crinkle.

The one you love.

“I am an ass man. It’s true. But obsessed with your moans, those little cries from the back of your throat.” You tense, as his words wash over you, in that husky tone, as he finds your slit, his grip on your ass cheek tightening. “How wet you get. How pretty you look when you blush.”

“Fuck.” Is all you manage, and when he slides a thick, long finger in your entrance, you cry out in pleasure, wetness seeping out around it.

“Yeah… fuck.” His voice is gruff, husky, and you feel him, so hard under you, as his hands slide up.

“Sugu… Please.” You whisper, and before you know it, you’re on his lap, straddling him in the chair, his eyes hungry, those full lips parted as he looks up at you, exhaling and grabbing your hips tightly. Your hands go to his shoulders, as he hastily frees himself, cock slapping against his belly button, before it starts disappearing inside your greedy little cunt.

“Princess… I… oh god…” Suguru moans, head falling back, long hair falling softly against his shoulders, as his teeth come to worry his lower lip. You cry out as you take him in, inch by inch, stretching and filling you.

“Mnh… it’s so-ah!” He yanks you down, shoving all the way in you then, filling you to the brim, against your cervix. You’re gushing around him, having trouble even catching a breath. “Sugu!”

“You’re so tight, fuck.” He exhales, lifting you up, just to jerk up his hips and slam back into you again, and you pulse around him now, gushing around his thick cock. Your eyes roll back, head falling as you roll your hips, feeling him impossibly deep against you, and he yanks your top off. “Pretty perfect tits.”

“Ngh-ah- Thank-mnnh-” You can’t form a word, not when his hot mouth takes one of the peaks of your breasts, sucking on it, and it’s so sensitive you cry out, and he’s got his eyes shut, brows low, his hands digging in your waist, thumbs against your ribs, as he fucks up into you.

“Oh my god.” He whispers, and when he looks up you see his cheeks, dusted with pink, pupils blown out so much his eyes look like pure honey. Your thighs squeeze his then, as you struggle to move, with all the pressure inside driving you insane, so close to cumming already. But then he stands, making you squeal, your legs wrapped on his hips.

“What are you-” Before you know it, he’s got you up on the table, and he’s shoved the plates over, they fall to the floor and you giggle, breathless, as he glares down at you.

“You can still laugh, huh? Gotta fix that.” His tone, how dark and sexy he gets, as he slams his cock inside you, and your head falls back on the cold wood of the table, and he is rhythmically pounding into you. “Stopped-ha- that laugh. Yeah?”

“Y-yes-yes-yes, Sugu yes.” You’re muttering as he throws one of your legs over his chest, your heel resting on his shoulder, pulling your hips and sliding you down his length, filling you so deep you can’t take it. You start nearly squirting wetness around his cock, as he fucks into you, and it’s dripping down your ass, down to this fancy table he’s wrecking you on.

“Cum all over me, Princess. Need to feel that perfect little pussy tighten around me.” You couldn’t stop it if you tried, screaming out, back arching, as he rolls his hips and presses in, bottoming out inside you, his hand sliding up to your throat, groaning as he feels you.

“Sugu s’fucking good. S’much… cum too…” You stutter as his hand wraps tight around your throat, thumb pressing up under your pulse point, looking to you for the okay, and you eagerly take his wrist, nodding.

He moans out, squeezing the sides then, cutting off your oxygen, you start feeling that pressure and his cock fucking into you, harder than he had yet, and you’re adjusting to it, slippery so that he’s in and out with ease. His free hand is on your soft tummy then, pressing down, and fuck if you don’t feel him there, his cock, just wrecking anything you have.

“Love looking at my hand around your tiny little throat.” He says, husky, moaning as he speaks, as his muscles bunch while he fucks into you, his abdomen tightening, looking so good you can’t take your eyes off it, except his face? Even prettier.

Your eyes lock, as your face reddens, as he’s rolling his hips and the tip of his cock kissing your cervix, grinding then, and you begin to feel everything exploding, stars bursting in your eyes, vision fuzzy. You cry out silently, clinging to him desperately, as your orgasm hits, washing all over your body, goosebumps everywhere as your cunt gushes on his cock.

Your ears ring and you feel like you’re floating, so blissful, as you keep cumming, as he fucks you into another orgasm, and you’re on that brink when he releases your throat then, picking you up and sliding out of you. You whine at that, weakly grabbing on to him, greedily sucking in air, he kisses you deeply before turning you, bending you over the table now.

“Wanna watch this ass jiggle while I fuck you so good.” His voice is so husky, his hands so powerful, as he puts you where he wants you, owning you, arching your ass up and sliding back in then. “Oh-fuck-s’good. Princess.”

“Mnh, Sugu!” Your voice is hoarse as you cry out, as he starts hitting it from the back, long cock slamming your already abused cervix. Your breasts are pressed against the table, hands desperately clinging to it, knuckles going white, as his hands press those dimples in your back.

“This ass, so fucking nice ugh. Princess, let me smack it again?” You nod, eagerly, and he pulls back just a bit, smacking it hard. “Look at that handprint. Need another.”

He smacks the other side again, stinging and burning, but it’s so good, you love the pain, it makes your walls flutter around his thickness. He hisses at that, and smacks you again, thrusting harder and faster, and shaking your body with each thrust, until his hands pull your ass cheeks apart, and you feel spit sliding down your ass, hot and sticky, somewhere Suguru hadn’t touched yet.

“Sugu- you…” He’s slowing down now, one hand running down your spine, the other caressing between your cheeks, and you’re trembling, cunt throbbing at overwhelming sensations he brings.

“Can I play with it, Princess? Only if you want.” He asks, husky, and you bite your lip, nervous, looking back at him, seeing his pupils blown out, desire mirrored in his handsome face, looking entranced by you.

“You’re really obsessed with my ass.” You tease, he laughs a bit. “And did you just spit on it!?”

“Sure did. I’ll do it again.” You watch him, and the look of it is so lewd, so naughty, you can’t take it, whining and pushing your ass out.

“Just like… you wanna touch it? It’s hard to think with your cock in me mnh.” Your head swirls, and his thumb slides around the little hole then, and you shiver at such a feeling.

“Really wanna finger it. If you want.”

“That sounds so freaky!” He laughs, then you sigh, nodding shyly. You feel his thumb, slick with your arousal and his saliva push in, so slow, stretching your little hole out, and you can feel your body tightening around his cock. He hisses as you clamp down, pressing in and out of your ass while his cock hits that spot. “Oh god!”

“Is that-ah fuck- okay Princess?” He asks softly, as he fucks your pussy, his thumb in your ass still, pushing deeper, it’s a painful stretch but it seems to just push you further, make you wetter.

“It’s good, it’s good.” He’s gripping you hard then, and you hear the smacks as he snaps his hips against the fat of your ass, and then he’s got a finger in your ass instead of a thumb, and you whine out, hips bucking at it, and you feel your ass stretch around it, making little noises as he goes in deeper.

“So tight, fuck. Pussy and that little ass mmm. Perfect Princess.” You’re lost in the sensations, lost in his touch, lost in how much he makes you feel, and you just let go, sobbing his name out as your body trembles and spasms, your orgasm so intense it makes your knees buckle, and now you can’t even hold up, you’re pressed against the table, legs useless.

“S-Sugu-ru. S’good yes please. More.” He groans then, fucking your cunt with his huge cock, fucking your little ass with his finger, and you’re spilling all over him, tightening around him, overstimulated and blinded by how good he makes every bit of you feel.

“Close Princess. Let me paint this pretty ass, yeah?” You tense a bit in anticipation, as it was not something Geto had done with you yet.

“Mnh, go ‘head, cum on me Sugu.” He groans, fucking you into another orgasm before he yanks out, and you feel hot, sticky white ropes decorating your overheated skin, and hear Suguru moan low in his throat.

“Holy fuck that is so hot. I need a picture.” You giggle at him. “Just kidding, love… but not really?”

“You’re somehow a gentleman and a total perv.” He smacks your butt cheek one more time, laughing a bit. “FIne, get your phone and take one.”

Suguru runs.

***

Two Days till Vacation ends

“Breakfast was so good, thank you Princess.” Suguru says softly, as he helps you wash dishes after you had just made him food, and how bad he just wants to eat you , honestly.

“Your pancakes were fluffier!” Your cheeks are pink, your eyes are glittery, and you’re so gorgeous then, when aren’t you, but you have a little sunburn that’s making you even cuter. That’s all he can ever think of, touching you, tasting you… he can’t ever get enough. “What are you thinking about, handsome?”

He’s thinking about how fucking happy he is, how much he never wants to leave, how he just wants to keep you safe from the world. He thinks of how badly he loves to please you, to see how many times he can make you cum, how messy he can get your little pussy…

As the last plate clatters into the drying rack, Suguru turns to you, a wicked glint in his eye. "You want to know what I've been thinking about, Princess?" He asks, wiping his hands on a dishtowel.

"What, Sugu?" You dry your hands now too, then he’s there, big hands on your hips, gripping, you tilt your head to look up at him, meeting his honeyed eyes.

"This." Before you know it, he's lifted you onto the counter, your legs dangling over the edge. The cool marble sends a shiver through you, and he kisses you deeply, his hands sliding up the outside of your thighs.

“Mnh!” You’re meeting his lips for each kiss, his tongue, sliding into your mouth then, before he pulls away, leaving you breathless, and looks at you with an intensity that makes your heart race.

"I want to taste you again," he murmurs, his voice a low growl. And with that, he's spreading your legs wide, your feet dangling, and he's on his knees in front of you, your pussy starts dripping like on command. God anything he does makes you wet, but especially when he just… worships you like this. “Want me to, Princess?”

You lean back on your elbows, running his silky long locks back, trembling as he kisses up your thighs, teasing you with feather-light touches until you're squirming. “You don’t have to ask, of course I do, Sugu. Please .”

His mouth is hot and wet against your skin, and you feel yourself getting wetter by the second, that tightening in your tummy as he slides off your shorts, leaving you bare to his gaze. Suguru kisses right next to your glistening pussy, sighing, his hot breath making you ache, gripping his hair maybe too tightly. Then you grab your ponytail.

“Wait…” He peeks up, and you sit up more, taking his long silky locks that fall in front of his face, and putting them up in a ponytail. He smirks at you, looking far too attractive now.

“Some expert now, huh? Coming prepared.” You giggle, shaking your head and running a thumb down his lower lip softly, but the giggles stop when his tongue is there, sliding through your folds, and you gasp. He's so gentle, his hot tongue circling your clit slowly, and it sends shockwaves through your body.

You could never get used to this, how intense he is, how he devours you like you’re his meal.

He looks up at you, those chocolate eyes full of heat, and then he sucks on your clit, hard, surprising you, but it feels so fucking good. You’re whimpering, arching your back, and he moans against you, vibrations making you tremble, your breath catching as he plays your clit like an expert, sucking and humming, his hands spreading your thighs apart.

“Cumming-Sugu! S’good…” Your entire body grows taut, stomach sucking in as your head knocks back on the cabinet above you with a thud, and he just hums again, until your orgasm crashes over you, and you're clutching the edge of the counter, your toes curling with the force of it. “Ah-f-fuckk!”

Suguru laps up every drop, his face buried in you, fingers gripping so tight against your plush thighs as you fall apart, and when you finally come down just a bit from that high, he stands, kissing up your stomach, leaving a trail of wetness until he reaches your mouth.

“Taste so fucking good, Princess.” He whispers, and you lick yourself off him, swiping your finger against his chin, then he groans at the sight, as you reach down and find him, rock hard against his boxers, making him exhale, his brows drawing low.

“Fuck me, Sugu, please .” You pout, giving him those eyes that drive him insane, and of course he’ll fuck you, god when didn’t he want to be inside you?

Suguru never wants this to end.

As he slides inside of you, you scream out, gripping his strong back, as he slides his thick cock in your eager little pussy, and fucks you right on the kitchen counter.

God you don’t ever want this to end.

***

Last Day of Vacation

Suguru is caressing your waist, as you all stand on the balcony in the night, the wind flowing through your hair, blowing the little sundress you wore around your legs. Suguru feels so good behind you, so good holding you, his strong arms, his chin resting on your shoulder, his breath on your ear. Your hands gently hold his forearms, as you lean back into the embrace.

The moon is a silver sliver, hanging in the dark sky, surrounded by glittering stars peppering the expanse of the sky, reflection on the ocean, which looks black in the night, waves gently crashing the shore. The sound of the waves is a soothing rhythm, the saltwater in the air hits your nose, along with Suguru’s scent, one that you just adore, fresh and clean.

You lean further into Suguru's embrace, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. His hand moves to rest on your tummy now, and you feel the flutter of butterflies, all the past week he’d… cum in you. Fucked you. Even talked about how he wanted to breed you. It feels so intimate.

You've only known each other for a week, but it feels like a lifetime, like he is the only one to ever truly understand you, since that moment you met. Every moment together has been a stolen piece of time, something so special, that you’re just terrified to let it go, to go back tomorrow morning. This has been your little paradise, and now the real world will come knocking.

“What are you thinking about, Princess?” Suguru turns your face to look up at him, his dark eyes glowing amber in the night. “Tears…” He wipes two tears that trail down your cheeks.

“I’m just thinking how lucky I am, to be in your arms. How happy this week has made me. How beautiful you are, inside and out.” He exhales, grip tightening, he turns you around to face him, your back leaned against the railing, as you look up at him, caressing his chest, bared slightly in the kimono he wore.

“Princess, I’m the lucky one. I haven’t… ever been so happy.” He says, huskily, you tremble in his hold, as his words soak in. God, how he just looks at you, like you are so precious, makes your chest tighten.

“Me either, Sugu.” He bends down and kisses you softly, cupping your face in his big hands, and you fall into it, lips molding to form to his, those sparks like electric tickling your skin.

“Let me have you, Princess, one more time here.” He says softly, and you nod, sniffling then.

“I’m yours, Sugu.” He exhales at that, and then you let him pick you up, carrying you to the bed, sliding your dress up, kissing down your tummy, until his head is between your thighs.

You cry out as his mouth finds you, mouth gently kissing your entrance, tongue slipping around your clit. He eats you desperately, hungrily, moaning against you and vibrating against you and making you soak his mouth. He laps you up, every bit, sounds filling the silent room with the wide open balcony, the white curtains blowing in as you scream out.

Then, you’re flipping Suguru over, kissing down his hard abdomen, which tenses as you lick down below his belly button, that little trail of hair there tempting you. Then you take his length into your mouth, he brushes your hair that’s falling like a curtain against him, as you suck him deep, tip brushing your uvula.

“Princess, fuck you’re so good…” He urges you on, as you’re swirling your tongue around him, tasting that precum on his tip.

Then, you’re on him, sinking inch by inch, tip entering your hot, wet entrance, stretching you and making you gasp. You all had fucked many times this week, but the first thrust always took a lot, his cock wasn’t something you just got used to, no it was thick, long…

“Perfect!” You cry out, as his hands grab your hips, rocking you down on his length, watching with a groan as his cock disappears inside of your tight little entrance, entranced by it.

“Perfect. Perfect.” He whispers, urging you up and down, grabbing your ass, gripping it tightly and shoving all the way inside of you.

Your head throws back, your breasts in his face, bouncing, and he greedily sucks on the peaks, squishing the fullness of them in his big hands, you whine out as he plays with them, rough palms against soft skin. You fall forward, wrapping your arms around his neck, clinging to him, and he’s fucking up into you, deep powerful thrusts, slamming your cervix.

“Suguru! I’m gonna… oh f-fuckk, there, there!” He’s pushing you down, his breath hot against your lips as he stares into your eyes, his are lidded, thin ring of honeyed brown wrapping dilated pupils, then one of his hands brush your hair back.

“Beautiful.” He murmurs, making emotion catch in your throat, as he jerks his hips up, shifting his position inside your little cunt, and you’re shivering on top of him, cumming hard, your brow furrowing, lips parting as you cry out. “That’s it, Princess, cum all over me. Good girl.”

“Ohmyfucking-” You’re moaning into his mouth, his hands running up your back, having grown slick with sweat from riding him. Then he’s flipping you, putting your leg up high and thrusting in deep, hitting your cervix again and again, until you’re losing all your senses, but you don’t want any senses.

You just want Suguru.

He’s leaning down, his heavy weight on your breasts, his knees digging in the soft mattress, sinking you down further, the soft light from the starry sky outside casting shadows against the planes of his face. A face you love, lips, cheekbones, that cleft in his chin, that sharp jawline… that smile… but mostly? Those eyes, the slanted ones that look right into you.

You love his face.

You love the way he makes you feel.

You-

“Cum for me, Princess. Need to feel you around me.” He whispers gruffly, and you nod, sucking in a breath, as he fucks you deeper, as his hand finds you between your bodies, rubbing that little bud.

“Sugu-I…” You gulp it down, you hadn’t said it since that night, and he had not returned it. Now you were, well, scared. Scared to scare him away.

“Look at me when you cum.” Your eyes meet his, and you melt, as he’s rolling his hips, hitting your g spot then your cervix, and your clit, it’s all too much.

The pressure inside your tummy burst, and you’re gushing around him, so intense you can barely see, and Suguru’s still rubbing your clit back and forth, overstimulating you now. You’re wriggling under him, and he’s smirking, as you cum again and now your manicured nails are digging into the perfect skin on his back, and his head falls back at it.

“T’much, Sugu. T’much can’t take-mnh!” He’s unrelenting, and you’re about to cum again and it’s overwhelming, his rhythm getting jerky, hips stuttering.

“One more time, Princess. One more. With me.” He slams his lips on you, hands on your thighs, pressing deep inside you, and when he’s shooting hot streams of cum inside you, groaning on top of you, clinging to your body as he pumps, that ends you, you can’t take it.

“Love you-love you. Love. You. Sugu.” You’re mumbling incoherently, as he’s coming down a bit from the high, looking down at you then, his lips parting. You shake your head, kissing him. “S’okay, Sugu. Don’t need to say it. I’m sorry.”

He exhales, easing out of you then, laying on his side and pulling you against him, and god you fit so well. “Don’t say sorry, please. It’s nothing to apologize for… if anything it’s so-”

“No, no. I shouldn’t.” You’re tearing up then, breaths coming in little pants, and he frowns, holding you tight then, bringing you against his broad chest, so that you hear his heart beating against your ear.

“Princess, I-”

“No. Don’t say something to make me feel better.”

“What? I don’t-”

You lean up and kiss him, tears salty on your lips as the aftershocks of your climax rock through you, and you’re just trembling in his arms, his hand rubbing up between your shoulder blades, pulling you impossibly closer. He exhales into your lips, God you’d die to hear him say it. You yearn for it.

“I don’t wanna pressure or rush you, I just couldn’t stop myself. I try so hard to not say it constantly.” You’re whispering against his lips, and he kisses your forehead sweetly, pulling a blanket on you then and covering you.

“Don’t hold back with me, please, Princess. I don’t want parts of you, I want to have all of you.” At that you’re sobbing now, and he’s there as you’re shaking with the force of it, wiping your tears delicately.

“It d-doesn’t bother y-you, Sugu?” He laughs a bit, the sound is darker than you are used to.

“Bother me? The prettiest girl I’ve ever seen saying she loves me? After getting to cum in her perfect pussy? Looking at me with those well fucked eyes? Yeah no, I’d say I'm stupid lucky.” You manage a little smile, your tear-soaked lashes lowering over your cheeks. “I am not as open with my feelings, I’m scared too you know.”

“You are?” He nods, prominent adam’s apple bobbing up and down his throat as he gulps, his chocolate gaze drinking you in, making your breaths calm as he reassures you more and more.

“Scared shitless. How has someone I just met gotten so special so quickly? Taken up so much space here.” He puts your hand on his chest where his heart is thudding steadily. You bite your lower lip, splaying your tiny hand on his big chest, kissing him once more, slowly, sensually.

“I have a little spot in your heart, Sugu?” You ask through watery eyes, voice shaking just a bit, and he smiles, that upturn of his lips.

“You have a very big spot, you nearly take over it. Please keep being open, and be patient, I’m not as brave as you. Short little brat.”

“Hey!” You shove at him, but he’s tickling you now, making you giggle, then cry out, you all end up a mess of tangled sheets. Until you’re both kissing, so desperately, so passionately, falling into each other, endlessly.

“I’m so sad we’re leaving.” Suguru whispers soon, as he’s holding you from behind, as you fit perfectly in his arms.

“I am too. But, this won’t end, right? Just we won’t have the time.”

“We’ll make time. Fuck you on my desk at work.”

You flush, turning to look at him. “What!?”

“Absolutely. This ass bent over? Umph.” You giggle at that, shaking your head as he grabs said ass.

“You’re so obsessed with it!”

“Sure fucking am. It’s a close favorite, but pussy and pretty face win. Face number one, but they come close.”

“You’re so silly. I can’t pick a favorite part… I guess, the entire body second? And this gorgeous face first. Especially these eyes.” He laughs a bit at that, pressing kisses across your face. “I can’t wait to introduce you… if you want… to my friends? My mom? Is that weird so soon?”

“No, it’s not weird. I look forward to it. And you’ll meet my friends, trust me they’re all messed up.”

“I’ll fit right in!”

You both laugh at that, and then before you know it, you’re asleep in Suguru Geto’s arms, the man you’ve so quickly fallen head over heels for, with a weight in your heart as you think of going back home.

Sometime in the night, you’re tossing and turning, and screaming out in your sleep. Suguru wakes up, his eyes shooting open, and he looks down at you, his heart racing, feeling you tremble in his arms. His chest tightens as he stares at you, worry in his throat, blinking sleep out of his eyes.

“Princess?” He whispers, stroking your hair, and you whimper a bit, your eyelashes fluttering, still caught in the throes of your nightmare.

“Not good enough… not… I’m not.” Suguru’s heart aches at that, as he looks at your beautiful little face all contorted, and he tries to gently shake you, but you’re stuck in this.

“You’re more than good enough. Princess, please.” He kisses your forehead, continuing to shake you, but you’re all tense. He wraps his arms tighter around you, his chest to your back, trying to soothe you, but your body keeps shaking, a tear slipping down your cheek, glistening in the moonlight.

“Not good ‘nuff. Dad left… Mahito was right, he was… right.” Suguru tenses at the mention of your ex fiance, the one who talked so disgustingly to you. And he doesn’t feel right hearing about your father in your sleep, he doesn’t know if you want him to know. He continues to shake you, laying on you now and tapping your cheek.

“You’re perfect. Perfect. He was wrong. Baby wake up.”

Your jaw clenches, your entire body, as if you’re in a night terror, and he slowly realizes he can’t wake you. So he just rubs your stiff arms gently, feeling emotion in his eyes as he watches this pain you’re in. He doesn’t know if he can help with this, with this unconscious pain.

“I’m here. It’s Sugu… please.” His voice breaks a bit, as you take a shaky breath, flipping over on your side, curled in a little ball.

“Don’t leave me. I’ll be good, I'll be better.”

Fuck.

Damaged didn’t even begin to describe what this man has done to you, Suguru gets fucking furious now, seething as he watches you crumble, when you deserved to have a sweet dream. And now you’re holding yourself, and he comes to cuddle you, pulling you against him.

“Sugu. Sugu, please.” Suguru brushes your now messy hair back, taking a ponytail off his wrist and putting your hair up, feeling how damp you are at your scalp, a thin sheen of sweat on your body.

“I’m here, Princess. Not going anywhere.” You seem to calm down, as if his words finally hit somewhat, much to Suguru’s relief.

“Love you. Love you Sugu. Don’t go. Please.” Suguru struggles with his emotions now, as you so desperately cling to the arm that is around you.

“I’m not leaving. I’m here.” You finally settle some, your tense body easing under his gentle rubs, and you leave him… breathless, hurt for you, angry for you, and protective of you.

He will never let you get hurt again.

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“My jaw hurts.” You touch it gingerly, as you and Suguru are waiting at the airport, and Suguru looks at you, softly, a little sad almost. “Oh no, what’s wrong!”

“You had a nasty nightmare. It was rough.” He says, and he looks tired, bags under his hooded eyes as he rolls both of your bags and you follow.

“I’m so sorry! I kept you up-”

“Don’t apologize for bad dreams. I just wish I could have got you out of it.” You all wait in the line now, and you hold him around his waist, in the busy airport, people everywhere around you, but it feels like just you and him.

“Thank you for trying. I do have bad nightmares but I haven’t since… Well, since I’ve been with you. Was I talking in my sleep?” You look up to see his side profile, his eyes looking down a bit, making you tense against him.

“Yeah, quite a bit. It was… private things, and I don’t want to mention it, because I want to wait for you to tell me.” You sigh, mind wandering, did you scare him off? He’s so tense, did he… “Hey.”

You look up then, as he lets your bags on the floor and cups your face. “Yes, Suguru?”

“I’m not leaving okay?” At the words, out of nowhere, you start blinking back the tears, emotional as you look up at him.

“Thank you, Suguru. Thank you.” He nods a bit, kissing you gently, right in front of anyone who could see. Mahito had been ashamed of you, but Suguru? He seemed proud.

“Cheer up Princess, we’re gonna have a good flight. Mile high club maybe?” You flush then, as he chuckles, and pulls you against his chest.

You all sit in the same seats you did last time, but now you’re both right against each other, your head on his shoulder, his big hand possessive on your leg, and as the turbulence hits, you’re unafraid. Suguru is holding your hand, brushing his fingertips along your delicate knuckles, kissing your hand like the damn gentleman he is, with those soft, firm lips.

“Ugh, I love you so much.” You curse then. “Shit!”

“It’s all right. Don’t hold back. I’m here, okay?” He’s so supportive, as he kisses your cheek now, brushing back your hair. “So who are you meeting first? My crazy ass best friend maybe?”

You giggle at that, heart aching for him, tummy in knots. “I’d love to meet your best friend. Family, friends, whoever you want to introduce me to. I’d love you to meet my mom too!”

He hesitates a bit. “Do you… have a dad too? Sorry if that’s too personal.”

Your heart stutters, as you look down and think about him, the man who left you at age ten, the man you’ve not had in your life. The original man to make you feel not good enough. “I don’t have a dad, no. My mom, she’s amazing! You’ll freaking love her so much, and she’ll love you.”

“I look forward to it. Your dad… is not in the picture?”

“Not since I was ten. Don’t really remember much. He just left one day, so it’s been me and mom.” You look away, shoving in deep emotions.

“I’m glad you’re close.”

“Do you have parents, Suguru?”

“Uh… no. I don’t.” At that you blink, staring up at him, your heart in pieces, how could you not know this about him!? How had you not-

“I am awful, why haven’t I even asked!? I’m so sorry. I’m too selfish and absorbed in-”

“Stop it. Now,” he orders, and you suck in a breath. “I didn’t ask about your family until now either. I didn’t have time between…” He leans in, caressing your cheek gently, mouth on your ear. “Fucking your brains out, now did I?”

Your body reacts vividly, you can’t even breathe, as desire hits, of all the positions Suguru had you in, of all the kisses, the hands entwining, the orgasms all over his face, his mouth, his hands. His hand on your thigh squeezes gently, and you shift in the airplane seat.

“Y-yeah, I didn't have time, cumming so much… to ask.” You whisper back, and he pulls back with hungry eyes. “I want to know you, Sugu. All of you.”

“So do I, Princess. Give it time.” He was right, no wonder he did want to wait a bit unlike you, a spouting mess of feelings. You nod, and he captures your lips in a searing kiss, one that makes your nipples tighten against your bra, makes your thighs rub together. “Is my Princess so insatiable?”

He pulls a blanket over you both then, raising the arm rest, and you tremble as he looks around, then smirking down at you with a seductive glint in his chocolate eyes. You bite your lower lip, and then his hand slides up your thigh…

“Suguru…” You whisper his name, and he raises a brow.

“Yes, Princess?”

“What-”

“Shh. Gonna get your mind off things.” His hand slides under the blanket up your thigh, then he cups you under your dress.

You gasp.

Chapter 9

Ao3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56577688/chapters/147289141

#geto suguru #jjk geto #geto x reader #jujutsu geto #geto smut #getou suguru #jjk suguru #jujutsu kaisen suguru #suguru geto smut #getou suguru x reader #geto x you #jjk smut #jujustu kaisen

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elswing · 3 months ago

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i hate posting discourse it's pointless and doesn't do anything for me except prolong my annoyance but i'm Tired™ and feel like shouting into the void. apologies to my beautiful feanorian mutuals please look away i love u

i neeeeeeed everyone to stop claiming they like elwing if their characterisation of her is completely made-up biased bullshit that paints her as an immature and disdained ruler (?????) who couldn't balance her responsibilities with the husband she married too young (at 22. practically a child bride honestly) and the children she never wanted (where. where does it say this). she's clearly such a bad mother that she abandoned them at first opportunity (she knew the feanorians were more than capable of killing a pair of twin boys because they literally already did that. that's very much a thing that already happened. to her brothers) and it was her selfish nature that made her soooo eager to flee (she had no reason to think ulmo would save her it was literally a suicide attempt. she wanted to make sure the deaths of her people and presumed deaths of her sons weren't in vain by ensuring they never obtained the silmaril)

like i'm gonna touch your hand as i say this. it's okay if you hate her! just don't pretend that you weren't thriving in the 2016 era of silm fandom where everyone pushed all their male fave's negative traits onto any other woman in a 5 mile radius to grab Poor Little Meow Meow status for war criminal #1 #2 and #3 to then turn around and spout the exact same (factually untrue) sexist rhetoric concealed under seven layers of buzzwords just because it's the year of "unlikable and complicated female characters" like buddy who are we talking about here. have you perhaps considered making an oc?

and i'm NOT saying i want the whole fandom to mimic my exact opinions and thoughts about elwing i realise that one of the best parts of the silm is how divisive it is and how you have so much wiggle room to come to your own interpretations because of how VAGUE the source material is but i'm genuinely convinced everyone's just parroting shit they saw in ao3 fanfics where maglor is secretly lindir and the premise is elrond sneaking him into valinor and elwing yells at him for slaughtering her people. TWICE. and this is framed as a category 5 Woman Moment so elrond disowns her and calls maglor his real dad

(eärendil misses this entire ordeal because he went on a voyage to save the world that one time and no one's let him live it down since because the whole fandom as a collective decided he did this because he's a terrible dad and not because the whole continent was at war and about to be wiped out and maybe he came to the unfortunate but reasonable conclusion that leaving is the best thing he could do for his family if it meant there was a chance his sons could grow up safe in a world that wasn't ruled by Fucking Satan so now his whole Beloved Sacrificial Lion: The Thin Line Between Doomed and Prophesized Hero™ shtick is tossed out in favour of.... *checks notes* Guy Who Forgot To Pay Child Support? oh and they're a lot louder about this because he's a man so no one can call it misogyny that's why no one ever goes the #girlflop #ILoveMyBlorbosNastyAndComplicated route with him and he gets dubbed as that one asshole who just wanted fame and glory even though that goes against the general themes for tolkien's hero characters. and tolkien loved that dude to bits that was his specialist little guy so you can't seriously tell me you think that's what he was trying to portray???????? is that seriously what you think he was trying to portray????????? babe????????????

also there's a BIG difference when it's a character that's only named in one draft and doesn't exist in the rest or gil-galad who has like three and a half possible fathers but ELWING??????? the only possible way you could be coming to these conclusions is if you read the damn book with your eyes closed. FUCK.

#im clicking post and then never opening my mouth about it again #i got all i needed to say out in one solid swing that's good enough for me. pacifism restored 👍#anti feanorians #<- which im not but i genuinely dont want to shit stir #elwing #earendil #silm #mine

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finniestoncrane · 9 months ago

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Gotta be honest with you, I need to hear every single Digger headcanon you have because they 2 you've shared are just so good.

General Headcanons

KTJL!Boomer Headcanons yippee!!! woohoo!!! someone wants to listen to my bullshit!! i am so happy to write down more of my headcanons by the way, but for anyone wanting any make sure to let me know what you want the 💙 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: mentions of nsfw things, it's fuckin boomer so of course, there's a whole load of nsfw headcanons and i mention piss because duh

General Headcanons

this is a sort of universal belief i suppose but i do think he lives in his van and i will live and die by my faith. he likes having everything he needs with him at all times. he will spout some bullshit rhetoric about living a "buddhist" existence with few material goods. and he's half right in that he has two pairs of underwear, and a collection of empty (or maybe not completely empty) beer cans rattling around back there

he's passed out twice while getting tattoos and he will yell and scream and argue that it was because his blood sugar was super low and not because he's a total wuss

he smells amazing. not like... good, don't get me wrong i don't think he smells nice. BUT he smells fuckin great. he has a natural deep musk that just hits the receptors nicely, the kind of smell that's laden with all the right pheromones to engage your caveman brain and have you swooning over him

bad habits (which i count as a bonus tbh) include: picking things: ears, skin, nose, anything. drinking to excess and then never learning a single lesson. masking all of his emotions until he's certain you won't make fun of him for having feelings. pretending to hate people that he loves because he can't be seen getting hurt. leaving his clothes lying around and relying on the smell test to get him through the process of getting dressed. kissing you in the morning before he has brushed his teeth. having no concept of personal space: he will steal blankets, he will curl around you in bed, he will sit too close to you on the sofa, he will hang off your body, he will hug you from behind and not let go, he will stand beside you all the time. refusing to take things seriously until he really has no other option. bad temper, and then defusing the situation by kicking something

yes, he has great tits and strong arms, but in my heart of hearts i know his stomach is not flat and in my head he has the sweetest lil beer gut to ever exist. it gets worse once he's just finished eating or drinking, and he cradles it and makes jokes about it being a girl or a boy. and while they might not have added it into the game, they did add in his sweet lovehandles on those hips, and he likes being grabbed by them and pulled into a hug. reminds him that when he's no longer big buff boomer, you'll still be super into his hot body

i think he's 45 years old fuck you. i think youngest he's 40, there's no way he's near me in age. we can consider sun damage to an extent but he has wrinkles, he's a dad, he's got big ol bags under his eyes and a slightly receding hairline

he's competitive, but not in an aggressive way, more in an annoying way. like you play a board game with him, and he'll do everything in his power to distract you, or use the rules against you. and if he loses, he doesn't go in a big strop, maybe a tiny huff with a few whines. who can refuse him a pity win when he's looking up at you all sad with those big green eyes and batting those silly eyelashes?

if there is something about you that he can mercilessly tease you for (without making you cry) he will harp on about it constantly. it's his way of showing that he's comfortable around you, enough that he can make you want to punch him in the throat. he can give but he can't take though, so remember that before you point out that he is in fact ginger, or that his freckles make him look so cutie-patootie, or that his tattoos are kinda dumb

you have to laugh at his jokes and puns, it's a requirement and he'd be tempted to make you sign a contract saying you will adhere to this rule. it gives him a boost, makes him feel proud. plus he is genuinely very funny, and the dorky nature behind his silly jokes is so endearing

Relationship Headcanons

when he falls for someone, he falls first and he falls hard. he also falls pretty easily, and he's no stranger to heartbreak, but he has his terrible coping methods to keep him going

he finds it easy to find something about everyone that he likes, because he's just prone to liking people. he thinks everything and anything is sexy, and he can find your good traits like a pig sniffing out truffles

he regularly brings home gifts for his partner, stolen or otherwise. no one needs to know how you aquired such an expensive piece of jewellery or that really nice original looking bit of art. maybe you just happen to save a lot of money by living in the back of his van with him!!

gifts are just one of the ways he is surprisingly thoughtful for a boy with no thoughts behind his eyes! dates are another thing he's fuckin stellar at!! wherever you're going and whatever you're doing you are guaranteed to have fun, that's just how he is. he makes everything tolerable, and he can turn a shit day into a great one

he's desperate for friendship, far more than he is for anything romantic or sexual, although if the two could go hand in hand that'd be an ideal scenario. he might claim to be chill and looking for a quick root, but he's far more interested in finding a partner who can be his buddy as well as his lover

there's never going to be a moment when he's not touching his partner by the way, like that is just something you are going to have to put up with

hand on your shoulder, hand in your hand, hand on your waist, hand on your thigh, hand on your back, hands around you as he hugs you from behind, hands around you as he hugs you from the front, hands around you as he hugs you from the side, hand on your butt, hand on your chest, hand on your stomach, hand on your cheek. the man has borderline separation anxiety

holding hands is his favourite though, especially when paired with his habit of loudly announcing your status to anyone within earshot. "oh this is my partner!" "yeah i'm their boyfriend!" "i'm fucking that beautiful bit of arse over there, thanks for asking!" like thank you, digger

he's surprisingly emotional, and surprisingly open once you get past his protective exterior layer. he's still always joking around and trying not to take things seriously, but the minute you or he needs some serious feeling time he is down for it

i don't think he would ever choose a sexuality. personally, i feel like he's bisexual or pansexual, but digger would say he's just sexual. he'll go for anything with a pulse who was happy to see him. there's a bit of digger for anyone (or anything...)

he'd be quick to take things to the next level with a partner he really loved. like he comes to pick you up one day in the boomer-van and he's like "tah-dah" and in the bacl there's a plastic storage box duct taped to the wall with your name written on it. this is how he would ask you to move in with him. you might need to get rid of a lot of your posessions but he wouldn't be adverse to you cleaning up the van or making it your own though!! i bet he'd love to have fairylights on the ceiling and some rugs on the floor

NSFW Headcanons

he has a piss kink. i know that is not a thing for most people, but i have evidence backing this up. it's barely a headcanon at this point, it's just straight up fuckin canonical fact lmao!! anyway i don't think it's a goes both ways thing most of the time. he likes to be the one pissing, it's where he refuses to be a switch and will only be the dominant one, usually

speaking of being the dominant one, it's what he's most comfortable with since he's a loud, brash, bold and heroic villainous boy, but he really doesn't mind switching things up. he can be a gentle dom, a bratty sub, and any combination in between. really, he is up for literally any activity or kink or fetish or position you can throw at him

he gets very vocal during sex. he spouts all kind of filth at you, confirming what he's doing, what he wants to do, and what he's going to do to you. his preferred terms are surprisingly gentle though, calling you kitten or pup, princess or prince, love, babe, baby. a combination of them all. aside from that, he is loud. volume is not something he can control when he's deep in the heat of the moment and he is the literal definition of animalistic. he growls while he fucks you, and he howls when he cums, and he has referred to himself as a dingo before...

of course, if you're getting particualrly nasty, or he's in a far more feral mood, he'll be growling low into your ear, calling you a dirty, nasty little cunt while he grabs your body and keeps you close

he's into any kink, sort of believing in trying anything once (or twice... or three times...) but there's a few he just LOVES. ones that if you mention them, you run the risk of having him cumming in his pants or rutting up against your leg like a desperate, badly behaved puppy

obviously, previously mentioned piss kink, but specifically if it involves some level of servitude or worship. like you on your knees holding his cock for him while he goes to the toilet, you offering to lick him clean, or letting him piss on you because you're so beneath him and he's yours to mark and claim. begging for a taste of him or pleading for him to use you gets him going too when you combine it with this

body worship or worship in general gets him going too. he's so desperate to be loved and wanted and adored and needed, so having someone beg for him, tell him they want him, they need his cock, his fingers, his hands, his saliva, his drool, his cum, anything he's willing to give them. top that off by calling him captain and he'll melt into a sticky little puddle

he's also way behind on comfort, so a little bit of gentle love mixed with kink is a great way to help him relax. feed him a tit or a hard cock, let him suck until he's soothed himself. hold him on your lap and stroke his hair while you tell him he's amazing, and so good at everything he does

cowboy digger is reporting for duty at the breeding ranch! get you some horns, a teeny tiny cowprint outfit, a tail and a bell and he'll either milk you dry until you're crying from overstimulation, or he'll ride you until he's pumped every last bit of cum into you, making sure you're ready for him to be the daddy

he'll fuck with the hat on. he's a socks on kinda guy too. he just gets way too into it way too quickly and forgets anything else but rutting and grunting

this could have been soft, if it wasn't george, but he loves when you fall asleep on him, like your head resting on his chest or his stomach or his lap or his shoulder. he'll be sweet, of course, and place a little kiss on the top of your head. but then he will try and sneak a look down your top or at your ass or to see if you have a visible bulge he can ogle

#captain boomerang #digger harkness #george harkness #captain boomerang fanfic #finnie writes #captain boomerang headcanons #suicide squad: kill the justice league

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bluekidchaos · 1 year ago

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Kinktober day 1 - Severus Snape

this was only supposed to be a drabble... oh well

Pairing: Severus Snape x fem!reader

Prompt: Hate sex

Warnings: 18+, Dark!fic, degradation, slapping, dub-con, threat of using the imperious curse, slight praise, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex

Words: 1.8k

Can also be read on AO3!

Kinktober masterlist. Regular masterlist.

You and Severus had been rivals since school, always competing to get the best grades and trying to outdo each other in different subjects. You really hated each other, spouting mean words across the hallway and trying to sabotage the other. So it's really no wonder that when you both start as teachers at Hogwarts this hatred continued. Snape was known for favoring his own house of Slytherin so you went a bit extra hard on them while giving the other houses some slack. He would make your students late for class if he had them before you and so it went. How you ended up in his bed one night getting fucked into the mattress by him was beyond you. You had walked down to his office to yell at him for once again keeping your students overtime and making them late for your class, you don't remember the details of what you were saying but all of a sudden he had you pressed up against his desk. Making out like hormonal teenagers, one of his hands was in your hair and the other was making its way under your skirt, pretty quickly finding its way to your embarrassingly wet panties. He broke away from your mouth to trail kisses down your neck, "Merlin, you are so wet. Is this all for me, hm?" You didn't wanna give him the satisfaction of answering but he took it as him being right and chuckled against your skin. "Of course it is, why else would you have come strutting down here in this impossibly short skirt if not because you wanted this."

You threw your head back as his mouth went lower down, kissing at the top of your breasts and sucking marks into the skin. He removed his hand from where it had been cupping your pussy and started working on unbuttoning your shirt, pulling it out of the skirt and off your shoulders. Severus groaned at the sight of you in your red lace bra. The cold temperature of the dungeon air made shivers go up and down your body and your nipples hardened. His mouth came down on your left nipple and started nibbling at it over the bra, making it wet with his saliva while he was groping your other boob with his hand. "You're such a slut, walking around the castle in this skimpy outfit with lingerie under, probably just hoping to get bent over and fucked rough." Your hand snaked its way into his hair and pulled it back harshly, making his head follow as he looked up at you with that stupid fucking smirk on his face. He could tell he was getting to you.

"Fuck you, Snape." You spat back at him and mentally scolded yourself for not coming up with a better retort, but with the way he had been working your breasts and groping you your mind was empty and you were unbelievably horny. The desk was hard and uncomfortable against your ass. He smiled up at you from his slightly crouched position before rising to his full length again making you lose your grip on his hair. "That's all you have to say for yourself?" Severus quirked his eyebrow at you and brought a hand to the back of your head. "Maybe we should put your mouth to better use then, make it do something it's actually good at." You didn't have time to get offended at his remark before he was guiding you down so you were on your knees in front of him. The humiliation of being in this position in front of Severus Snape of all people was making you wetter than you ever had been before. You hated yourself for getting turned on by this but you had to admit the idea of Snape hate fucking you was definitely something that had crossed your mind on some lonely nights before.

Severus was undoing his belt and pants as you sat looking at him, the view of you on your knees, in just a lace bra and skirt was making him harder by the second. He grabbed his dick in one hand, pumping it twice before grabbing your hair again and pulling you closer, "Come on now, open wide and be good for me." You decided you weren't gonna give it up easy, you might have wanted this but he didn't need to know that. You looked up at him with determination and he had the audacity to roll his eyes at you. "You've been such a good little whore this whole evening, don't start being a brat now." You shook your head and he sighed at you and before you had any time to react you felt a harsh sting against your cheek. He had slapped you! That bastard actually slapped you!

You opened your mouth to yell at him but he was faster and clearly had planned this because he shoved his cock into your mouth the second it opened. Making you gag on the unexpected intrusion. He stayed deep in your mouth for a second, making sure you wouldn't try and get rid of him. "Now, you can either suck my cock like a good girl and I'll reward you after, or I can use the imperious curse and just use you however I want. Your choice." Your eyes widened, he wouldn't actually do that would he? A very small part of you thought about his threat a bit too long and your pussy clenched at the thought of Severus using you like a fuck toy, simply there for him to empty his load into. You hated that part of yourself.

Your hands gripped his now exposed thighs, nails biting into his skin. You hoped it would draw blood. Your tongue started to massage his heavy cock, making your choice to just do this and maybe he would fuck you after. Severus' hand tightened in your hair and his head fell backwards. "Oh, fuck. Good girl, good choice." You had started bobbing your head now, pulling all the way out, circling his tip with your tongue, and then taking him back all the way into your throat. "Make it real good and I'll fuck you til you can't remember your own name." Oh, that you had to hold him to. You put all your effort into this blow-job, taking notice of what he seemed to be into. It appeared he was into the loud messy blow-job so you put on a show for him, moaning and drooling around his cock. Gagging every time his tip hit the back of your throat. You could feel his thighs tensing and his hips started stuttering in their movements. "Fuuck, swallow it, slut. Take what I give you." You took him down your throat two more times before he spilled inside your mouth.

Your knees ached and you knew they were gonna hurt for a week after this. Your upper body was cold from the air. Severus had pulled out and was leaning back against the desk, tucking himself back into his pants. His heavy breathing was the only sound in the room. You were still on the floor when you broke the silence. "So, are you gonna hold up your end too or are you too old to go more than one round?" You looked up at him teasingly and he grinned at you. Stretching out his hand to help you up, you grimaced as your aching legs stretched again. Maybe you were the one getting old. He pulled you to him and kissed you harshly, slapping your ass at the same time.

In a matter of minutes, you were face down on his bed, bra and panties gone but your skirt still on. Severus was behind you, rubbing his dick against your soaking folds. When or how he got hard again you had no idea but you sure weren't complaining when he entered you. He stretched you out better than any guy you had been with before. Making you moan against the pillows and grab the sheets, fucking yourself back into him. Merlin, maybe he was right, maybe you were a whore. You could care less right now however, you could be ashamed at a later date, right now all you wanted was to come on his cock.

He had bunched up your skirt and was using it as leverage to pull you back onto him, fucking into you with a brutal pace. His left hand had made its way to your front and was rubbing your swollen clit. Your mind was hazy with pleasure, his cock was rubbing against your walls and hitting your spot perfectly. "Aah, shit please, Severus," he bent over you, his body covering yours. "Please, Severus." He was mocking you and it only made you more turned on, your cunt clenched tighter around him and he laughed at your pathetic state. "Do you wanna come? Is that it? Want me to make you have the best orgasm of your sad, lonely, pathetic life?" He punctuated each word with a harsh thrust and a slap to your pussy. You were impossibly close to the edge but he had stopped touching your clit. "Please! Yes, make me come!" You didn't care that you were more or less screaming at him, all you cared about was finally finding that release that your body craved so badly.

"Tell me you're my slut, tell me I'm the best you've ever had." You could tell he was close again, his hips stuttering and the thrust becoming more wild. His voice was right by your ear and you shuddered at the feeling of his warm breath on your skin. You reached a hand back, trying to grab at anything and managing to find a hold on his back. Gripping him and dragging your nails over his sweat-covered back, you raised your head so it was level with him as you whispered. "I'm your slut, only yours. Your cock is the best I've ever had, please let me come!" You're whining in his ear and he moves his hand back to your clit, rubbing it just the way you needed and you feel your whole body tense before that euphoric feeling spreads all the way from your head to your toes. Drowning you in pleasure. You think you might be screaming but you can't hear yourself over the thrumming in your ears.

Your pussy starts to clench and spasm around Severus and he comes again with a loud grunt, he continues to lazily pump in and out of you for a while. Working through your orgasms until you stop tensing around him. He slips out of you and you feel his seed mixed with your juices trickle out of you and down your thighs as he settles next to you. Surprisingly enough he pulls you with him, making you lay on your side so that he's spooning you. He waves a hand over your bodies and the mess you both made is cleaned up and the covers are now enveloping you both. His arm is slung around your waist. "That was probably long overdue, don't you think?" You couldn't help but laugh at him as you both settled in for the night, knowing this wouldn't be the last time.

#kinktober #kinktober 2023 #severus snape #severus snape x reader #snape x reader #severus snape smut #professor snape

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weaselbeaselpants · 10 months ago

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This post isn't about She-Ra and the princesses of Power

Ngl, without seeing it, it seems like half of everyone's takes on She-Ra stems from ppl being lead to believe thru the fandom that Catdora was #relationshipgoals when really it was always supposed to be a romance that grew out of toxicity. And then you all didn't like that outcome/how it written/how it was STILL being touted as relationship goals by the fandom despite the intention of the writing.

Just a guess. I have bad news for everybody though: you really do need to coexist with people who feel kinned to characters you hate or you're never gonna get through the day. And no, not kinned in a SnapeWives sorta way and no not kinned to shit like Humbert Humbert god nojesusCHRIST. I mean characters ppl enjoy and relate to and maybe even want better writing for because they just like angsty, problematic characters and see themselves in. blorbos. I've heard read up on this Catra betch and it seems like a similar problem to be had with the Crystal Gems or even the Diamonds; being a fan of them isn't a problem unless you just straight up stan them like they're real people and they actually never did anything wrong. I'm gonna wager a lot of fans/ex fans/whoever did NOT have any chill about this and that really exaserbated ur already dislike of her and the Catdora pairing, at least a little.

Why someone attaches themselves to certain characters could be an indicator of character, or, more often then not, it just means they like an aspect of said character but have a bad means of handling their emotions over their blorbos.

I for one know, as a fan of my own blorbos and a 'hater' of other people's, that even nuanced-read fan readings can be annoying and ur just not in the mood w it comes to a character you REALLY dislike. It's not a "wrong" take it's just....god do I not wanna hear you spout your love for something that just makes me feel pissy.

Still- you gotta not read every person who likes a bad/badly written character as an immediate threat to you, anymore than the otherside shouldn't see someone who dislikes their blorbo as being "against" them. That's what leads to these nasty fanwars and pro vs anti fandom bs in the first place.

I have a mutual who loves Mysterious Woman from Centaurworld but hates Elktaur/NWK for personal+aesthetic+petty reasons. We get along even if we don't see eye to eye there because, you know, it's FANDOM not an actual indicator of our morals. They know I don't approve of real-life relationships anything like Mysterious Woman and NWKs and I still have merch she made of both characters on my bag at all times.

No one ever said you have to be buddy-buddys with everyone, but as long as it's not serious political disagreements or a matter of shit's that illegal or hate speech, you have to coexist. This is a fandom. You share a fandom. You can have ur anti-tag nooks where you complain about glubshito and you can have ur pro-glubshito tags. Just seriously learn to stop flinging mud and serious accusations/asertations on people's personal lives you don't know.

Suffering just makes you hurt. It doesn't make you smarter or better than anyone else.

#fandumb #media analysis #she ra spop #inb4 someone @s me w another example

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redd956 · 2 years ago

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CAN WE PLEASE GET A CONTINUATION OF PROMPT 10 I AM IN LIVE WITH THE CONCEPT OF A VILLIAN WHO NO MATTER WHAT JUST ALWAYS SMILES ILY <3<3<3

Awww I'm glad that you loved it! I basically merged two of my OCs together to create the idea for that Villain. Plus I just love characters with sunglasses.

Sure I'll continue it. I hope this suffices.

Continuation of Prompt 10 (2)

Hero boredly glares at the ticking digital clock. It's bright red numbers flicker to the next. Why is this taking so long? Villain hasn't even been within their base for a day. They aren't even properly conscious, and yet Hero can't get the hundreds of disastrous scenarios out of their head.

Character C/Leader claimed that they needed to keep Villain alive. "Precious intel" they said while lecturing Hero over their precise attacking skills. Hero finds Villain anything but precious. In an hour or so the vile thing could awake, slip out of their medical wing, and wreck havoc on their base.

Villain is locked in a prepared room in the medical wing, with Hero brooding outside of it. Not long passes before an annoyed looking Medic comes sauntering out of it. They slam the door behind them, pushing up their glasses, rolling their eyes over some matter. Hero has a bajillion guesses over what it could be.

Medic gives them a silent nod, motioning their head to the door. Villain steps inside the cold, and fairly small room. Disappointment immediately takes over their face at the sight before them.

Villain sits like a child on the edge of the bed. They kick their feet playfully back and forth. One hand fidgets with the hospital gown Hero did not need to see them in. The other hand pushes up their sunglasses that they somehow managed to coerce into getting back.

Medical equipment turns the small room in an cluttered mess. Normally Medic is much more organized, but who can pay attention with Villain talking their ear off. Despite their surroundings, Villain shares Hero a bright smile. Their fidgeting hand attempts to raise up. A clinking is made as it pulls against a pair of handcuffs. The second half of the cuffs remains latched to the bed.

"Why look so sad to see me alive? I'm starting to think you hate me." , Villain spouts.

"I do. Now who do you wor-"

"Y'know, you need to tell your Medic to lighten up some. They're super grouchy. I mean I would be too without coffee. I drank all of theirs while they weren't looking."

"I am not playing these games with you."

Hero angrily sits down in a spinning desk chair. They can feel a headache brewing, and stare piercing through their skin. Their palm starts to rub their forehead in anticipation.

Villain marvels, "I don't think I've ever seen you sit down."

"You have been on my nerves all day"

"You've been thinking of me? I didn't know you felt such a way Hero" Villain teased.

Their smirk spread into a grin, as Hero slowly turned in their chair, as to not face them. The exhausted sigh that Hero lets loose made them feel even better. Their free hand carefully reaches over their disorganized surroundings, picking a stray paperclip off of a metallic table.

"Who do you work for?", Hero demands, turning back around.

"I already said. I don't work for anyone."

Hero expects this excuse to pop up. They rummage through their back pocket, taking out their cellphone. After a few minutes of scrolling and swiping, they rotate their phone around, shoving it towards Villain.

The picture clear as day displays Villain hanging out with another Villain. It isn't a picture of scheming chaos lords. Instead its in the style of a selfie. Two people posing for the camera, still decked in their normal drab. The uncanny valley of both wearing sunglasses illuminates the satisfied smiles below. The unidentified one hoists Character C/Leader's prized weapon in the air. In the meantime Villain shows off a stolen jacket from another hero.

Villain seethes on the inside, but they push their anger into an eerily forced smile. Their brain first proposes smacking the phone out of Hero's hand. After that intrusive thought passes, the plan to just break the cuffs and remind Hero who's the better fighter occurs. Maybe then they can delete that photo. They'd never have to see that terrible reminder of the threat at hand again.

Hero points at the small emblem on Villain's shirt in the photo.

Hero mentions, "You both wear this sigil. What does it mean?"

"You're not gonna be happy to hear this, but I have had more friends than just you. In fact you're not even the only hero I bother."

Before Hero can argue, or begin shouting like they always do, Medic returns. They force a sheet of paper into Hero's hands. Hero exchanges Medic a confused expression, but Medic just hastily points at the page, and starts prepping an assortment of equipment in the background.

The results of several medical tests are printed out across the paper. Highlighted by neon pink marker is the findings of an unknown substance. Medic neatly wrote out the long list of assumed effects underneath it. Hero skims through them catching insomnia; fake sense of high energy, and eye sensitivity.

Medic adds, "I’ve talked to Character C/Leader about this. There is still some in their system, but I think I have something that can cancel it out. I'm sure it will be easier to get answers from someone who is running off of proper sleep."

Villain tenses, their eyes locking onto the syringe Medic finishes preparing. I can't. They keep their nervous smile going, hurrying up with their paperclip work. I can't sleep. Not now. I'll be out for days. Hero gets up. They are ready to help Medic at the instant. I've already slept enough today...

Hero places their still open phone on a nearby dinky metallic table. They stretch their muscles, debating over whether or not Villain will be the type to struggle. When they glance over to their constant nuisance, their met with a reassuring smile. At least what seems to be one. He stares at the two quietly mumbling to each other.

Medic breaks off from their hushed conversation. Medic attempts to explain to Villain, “I don’t know what you’re on, but we’re taking you off of it. Don’t worry. You need to the sleep in the first place.”

Villain allows the smirk to droop into a neutral pout. Supervillain wants me back tonight. Medic raises the syringe in the air, turning to analyze them. I’m already on strike two...

Hero and Medic make the slightest moves, before villain kicks the rolling chair in their direction. Free from the cuffs, they spring onto their feet, crawling over another table to get to the singular exit.

A sharp ignites from their side. One of Villain’s hands instinctively latches onto the area, barely feeling the patch of bandages underneath the thin gown. Yet they continue to climb over the metallic tables, the other hand taking the time to shove the them in Hero and Medic’s direction.

As soon as Villain lands on their feet again they charge at the door despite Hero’s disgruntled advised denial of the action. The pain in Villain’s side throbs. They refuse to acknowledge it, and admit that it isn’t diminishing back down. Villain swings the door open, and stumbles into the halls of the base.

They spin on their heels in time to see Hero reach the doorway. Hero gets a flash of a vibrantly white smile, before the heavy medical door slams in their face. Hero rapidly goes for the door handle. Alas they hears even more frantic clicking on the other end. With a loud tick the door locks.

Villain retains his smile as loud banging begins behind them. Faintly Hero’s enraged voice booms behind the locked door. It is at this moment Villain realizes they don’t know how to navigate the base. In fact they have no clue where the building that they are in is. However that doesn’t deter Villains from running around aimlessly.

A few members of Hero’s team instantly scatter or hide at the sight of Villain, hospital gown or not. They dash throughout various uniform samesy looking halls. Everything is too clean, too uniform, too bright. Villain sure is glad to be wearing their sunglasses.

Finally an even brighter array of hope meets Villain at the end of sharp turn. The front doors to the outside. Without hesitation they dart for it. Their eyebrows raise, and the smile almost falters as a figure slides in front of them, far more angrier than Hero ever is. Character C/Leader stands firmly. However they stand unarmed.

Villain laughs in their head. What could they do? That thought vanishes as quickly as it appears, when Character C/Leader starts running towards. Why are they running at me? Hero’s friends are supposed to be going the opposite direction. Y’know away from me. Villain starts to back up when they finally understand that Character C/Leader is going through with this. Villain loses the chance to notice how much faster Character C/Leader is sprinting.

Character C/Leader lunges onto Villain, shoving them onto their back. The air is knocked out of them as their back slams against the sleek tile flooring. A yelp almost escapes Villain, as Character C/Leader’s knee digs into their bandaged side immediately. They manage to purse their lips together, concealing the sound, but failing to hide their quickened breathing.

Villain hands push against Character C/Leader, at least trying to adjust the grown person off of their wound. Their eyes fixate against Character C/Leader’s face. Their expression is locked into a tight serious cold emotion. An emotion Villain has seen elsewhere. A feeling Villain will never exhibit.

Character C/Leader glances up aggressively, only relaxing slightly at the company of Hero and Medic. They demand too calmly, “Put them to sleep now”.

The picture from Hero’s phone strikes Villain once again. They begin to flail underneath Character C/Leader, catching glimpses of Hero and Medic jogging over. No. I can’t. Villain slips out from Character C/Leader’s restraint, but barely crawls a foot before doubling over on the spot.

The throbbing suddenly becomes so much more. The awkward feeling of warm liquid slowly spreads across Villain’s side, building up behind the bandages. Villain squirms, another attempt to move forward no matter what. Each movement pulses through Villain from the wound. Character C/Leader’s shadow looms over them, listening to Villain seethe between gritted teeth.

Villain hisses, “I can’t.”

Even with the sunglasses on Villain can see the world dimming quickly. A harsh hand grasps onto to the loose collar of the gown. It hurts too much to turn to see who it is. A differently feeling hand sides next to the other, gently brushing its knuckles across the little hairs of Villain’s neck.

Villain gasps both in shock and pain when a tiny sting forms where the second hand hovered. The hands let go of him, allowing him to pitifully slump to the ground. Their cheek meets the cool flooring. The two people posing in the picture take over their mind. They see themselves. They see the other person. They see that their jig is up. It is going to be strike three. They’re going to end up just like villain 2. Supervillain will be sure of it.

Villain can’t repress the tears the well under the shade of the sunglasses. All three of those standing over them, watch the droplets of water stream out from behind them. Villain sniffles, before uttering, “I do-don't...want...want to die...or...w-worse......"

Dear anon I am so sorry for taking a literal millennia from finishing this, I really hope this suffices. I couldn’t decide where I wanted to go with this... :( Sorry for the extra amount of characters, I’m used to writing about groups.

#villain #hero #supervillain #leader #whump #villain whump #whump villain #whump prompt #sequal prompt #whump scenario

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its-not-a-phase-mom-i-d8-demons · 3 years ago

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pairings: Lucifer x Fem!Reader, Mammon x Fem!Reader, Leviathan x Fem!Reader

warnings: tw abandonment (but it turns out okay, I promise), mentions of the act of birthing,

A/N: you came to the right place! as the second oldest of six children, I have some experience when it comes to pregnancy:) I hope you don't mind, nonny, but I'm gonna split this up into a few parts so I can do the dateables as well!

Lucifer

The moment you had shyly produced the positive pregnancy test from the pocket of your hoodie, it felt like Lucifer had entered into a fever dream filled with nursery designs, baby names, the expenses that pile up before the baby even arrives, researching human pregnancy, keeping you out of harm's way and healthy and happy...

So when you first stagger out of bed and rush to his bathroom, hand clamped over your mouth and one shaky hand on your slightly swollen tummy, Lucifer isn't surprised

He is very concerned, however. You had been so nervous to tell him of your pregnancy, you waited until the last moment before your bump was noticeable to tell him

That meant you had been suffering from all of these pregnancy side effects before he'd permanently moved you to sleep in his room

Lucifer hoists himself out of bed and pads into the bathroom, gathering up your hair, if any, into his fist and pulling your hunched form between his legs for support

You hate this feeling with a passion; throbbing stomach and a lump in your throat with little to no vertigo and tears rolling down your face as you try and catch your breath

You tell him it hurts, you ask him if he can take the pain away as your head rests on his chest, lashes fluttering with wooziness

Lightheadedness was unbearably common; you would suddenly grip his sleeve and he could watch the color drain from your face and your knees get shaky, body beginning to sway

He always catches you though, finding a place for you to sit or lie down and gather yourself

Tummy rubs become more common; the feeling of his hands against your bare tummy, spreading their warmth and nullifying the ache, allowing you to relax

He's extremely attentive as well and can tell whenever you need something

Water? Here's a cup sweetheart, remember, you're hydrating and eating for two people!

Craving something? Chocolate? Fried pickles? Chips of some kind? sweets? He's stockpiled anything you could want and locked it away just for you.

I feel like Lucifer would want your baby to be a little girl. A little princess he can carry on his shoulders and spoil with his love and gifts.

Satan ruined him for having another baby boy, but if that's how the cards fall, he certainly wouldn't mind. Unfortunately, he'd be constantly walking on eggshells, afraid he'll make your little boy into another rebellious child

That's the last thing he wants

Lucifer does his best to keep his kid away from Satan and Belphie and out of the 'Formerly Anti-Lucifer League', but sometimes you're taking a nap or out shopping with Asmodeus, and Satan and his brothers manage to coerce the little one into their shenanigans

One thing is for sure though, even if Lucifer didn't want any kids and the creation of one was unplanned, he would never ever turn you away

He's very responsible and does anything in his power to make the pregnancy as easy and happy as possible

On the day you are to give birth, he's a mess

He has already sweat through 3 shirts by the time the IV has been secured to your hand

Everything he says doesn't come without a stutter

He's squeezing your hand and kissing your hair during labor, trying to distract you from the burn between your legs as much as he can

You probably need extra stitches from baby's horns ngl

Definitely cries before the baby is even put in your arms

Refuses to let his brothers come and see you, "They can wait until we go home."

Lucifer is Smitten™

He smooches the tiredness under your eyes and tells you to get some rest

Surprisingly, he enjoys a lot of the names from the human world you discuss and will most likely pick one of those

But if it's a girl, her name is Lilith. I'm sorry MC, your input is invalid at this time

You don't regret 'final day in the devildom sex' at all when you get to witness the Avatar of Pride reduced to tears when the nurse puts the child in his arms

P-P-Pregnant? MC, ya better be jokin'...

Mammon

You weren't, judging by the pregnancy test(s) clutched in your fist

He's not mad at you, he's not upset, (in fact, he's the happiest he's ever been), he just scared

Broken Condom Victim™

He loved you just a bit too hard last week...

but let's be real here, HIS MC, carrying HIS baby?

That's like the highest level of ownership on his lovely human you could get! Levi, Asmo, Beel, Lucifer, everyone would be SOOOO JEALOUS!!!

AND

He gets to have a little one running around again!

You saw how sweet he was to babified Satan in the obey me anime premier! He LOVES little kids and nothing would make him happier than someone to play with (besides MC of course) that wouldn't make fun of him for messing up and being silly!

AND

You're so pretty!!

I mean, ya were always pretty, but somethin' about ya is different and yer even more beautiful than before somehow!

Mammon said, his entire face the shade of a pomegranate

Pregnancy glow is REAL

Asmo agrees, after stealing you away from an extremely overprotective mammon and hiding in the attic to chat without disturbance (mammon)

But as much as YOU know he would be the BEST father, comments from his brothers continue to drag him down and the evenings he cried into your shoulder became more and more frequent as your pregnancy progresses

Mammon, as we all know, is, in fact, a tiddy man

He likes to touch and squeeze them, and just gently hold them while cuddling or even browsing in a store, he'd just come up behind you and touch your boobs

(also, mammon likes all sizes, so if you have next to no tiddy like me, you'll be at his mercy as well. those with the large honkers, however, watch yourself)

Now that there's a miracle growing in your tummy, other parts of your body are preparing for its arrival, including your chest

Swelling, swelling, soreness, growing and darkening of the nipples, and swelling make it so Mammon can no longer touch your pretty tiddies :(((

(grammarly didn't like that word)

On the day mammon snack size was to be born, mammon is silent but extremely fidgety

It was early in the morning when you'd shaken him awake like, "mammoney, I'm going into labor" and he was out of bed and out the door with your luggage before you finished blinking

After grabbing your DDD's and you, he carries you down to the car (what dysfunctional family doesn't have a car? a nice one (Mercedes, Audi, you get the idea) for lucifer and a Volkswagon bus or something for his siblings to share) and drives quickly, but very carefully drives to the hospital, holding your hand the whole way.

He covers your eyes when they put the IV in, just in case you're squeamish, and rubs your arms as the drugs begin to take effect and there's a little fear in your eyes at the thought of pushing an entire human/demon being out of your coochie

He assures you and never lets go of your hand no matter how long you're in labor

When it's all over with and you are resting in your hospital bed waiting for the doctors to finish the Apgar tests and give you your baby

Mammon is speechless as the nurse places the baby in your arms

That's HIS KID!!

Immediately starts crying

The little horns poking out of the blanket? Those look just like his!!

Judging by the bit of hair on it's head, it looks like the baby will have hair like yours

If it's a baby boy, he thinks it should be named "Mammon II" but you just giggle and remind him of the deal he made with lucifer long ago, that his first born child, no matter the gender, had to have 'Lucifer' somewhere in their name

Human names are dumb, except for yours of course, so he searches for suitable demon names

The last thing he wants is a kid named Lucifer, so that will be the kid's middle name

He really regrets his past decisions now

Leviathan

"Levi?"

"Yeah, babe?"

"I'm pregnant."

*leviathan has been KO'd*

No joke, this man is literally floored and didn't wake up for a while and you were afraid you had just slain the fucking Lord of Shadows

Some Henry you were

You had to call Lucifer in to wake him up because he was still flat on the floor a half and hour later

Mammon is more that happy to tip a bucket of ice water on the face of the son of a bitch that impregnated HIS MC

Levi wakes up and pounces on you, gripping you tightly by the arms

"You're k-kidding r-right?"

Him? A father?

Uhhhhhhh

Unfortunately, Leviathan.exe has stopped working, try again in two thousand years

I hate to say this, but he definitely detaches himself for a while until his brothers, especially Asmodeus, literally beat him into shape

He comes back to you, a little bruised and sobbing, but not from the beating he just received

He's so sorry he neglected you! He's such a horrible demon, undeserving of your welcoming nature

He's gonna be the worst dad, and he's not good enough for you, and his kid will hate him just like everyone else does, he doesn't deserve you, he's so sorry for making you suffer the side effects and feel all alone,

Sir, I-

FALSE

It's your turn to shake some sense into him, reminding him that he would be the. best. dad!!

Not to mention the fact that you were just happy he realized his mistakes and came back to you

He begs you to sleep in his bed tub with him for security, and you have to admit his tail is very comforting

Levi does extensive research on human pregnancy and now at the dinner table, instead of talking about the latest slice of life anime he'd been watching, he's just spouting random pregnancy facts and you're laughing so hard it brings you to tears

When the weird dreams and vivid nightmares happen, Levi is right behind you, rubbing your swollen tummy, and letting you talk about them

A lot of them were about him and about your future child

Most of them were about how they got hurt in some way, either that or YOU got hurt and the baby died

These, more often than not, brought you to tears and stress you out, but Levi is right there, okay? Nothing can hurt you, nor would he let anything happen to you on his watch

Learns how to massage you (safely) to reduce stress

Definitely talks to the baby a lot

Levi begged you to be induced so the birth was safe and not a sudden occasion and you agree

On the day the doctor recommended, you arrived at the hospital and got down to business

Levi didn't really want to be in the room with you, but he knew he had to for your sake and he'd played a few birth simulators from both perspectives and you really needed him

Kinda sits there awkwardly comforting you and encouraging you, holding your hand and caressing your cheeks, a bit flushed from exertion and tears

Listen

If the baby is a boy, his name will be Henry and that's final

If it's a girl, he doesn't really care, as long as you don't name her 'mammonia' or something dumb like that

definitely crashes your hospital bed to snuggle until the baby is ready

cries when the baby wraps its extremely small digits around one of his own

also at the little horns protruding from its head

and the tuft of purple in its head

Also Smitten™

He's so excited to get home and show off his beautiful baby to his brothers and then formulate a plan to raise the kid to live and breathe TSL just like his daddy <3

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palbabor-writes · 4 years ago

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Hellooo queen I hope you had/will have a great day. This is actually my first time requesting something so I’m very sorry if I do something wrong 🥺🥺... can you maybe write some fluff (OR NSFW I DONT MIND... just love him way too much damn) stuff for dabi?? I don't know if you only take requests with exact instructions or if this request is enough... if you need something more precise i will try to come up with something! Thank you very much!!

Hello, love! You did it perfectly & thank you so much for asking! I can be a bit of a lurker on things, so I totally get how much courage it takes to do one of these.

You did amazing & I love, love this question. I love it so much that I went ahead and took an old outline of mine & made it into a full blown fic for you!

Now, in honor of all the craziness swirling around our favorite flame user, Imma post it a little earlier then I’d planned! So, thank you for the ask & I hope to talk to you again ( ＾◡＾)っ ♡

Pairing: Dabi x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 7496

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW 18+ only, mentions of blood and gore, heat play, dick piercings, adult language and freaking Dabi. That alone should warn you.

Thermós θερμός ther·mos adjective m (feminine θερμή, neuter θερμόν); warm, hot, boiling, glowing

It’s sweltering; the fervor of summer sticky, humid, and oppressive. Japan is in the throes of August, and this heatwave is not letting up. Even at night, it’s impossible for Dabi to get comfortable. He’s been lying, half naked, draped across his narrow twin mattress for the last few hours, sweating.

His quirk isn’t helping matters.

He’s been trying to recruit new members. Every day, he sets out, pounding the pavement, sifting through the bits and pieces of trash that he runs into. It’s a pity. If those scrubs weren’t so fucking pathetic, he might not be in this predicament. But they are, and now he’s having to suffer the consequences of his temper.

His phone gleams on his dilapidated side table, a text message chiming across the screen as it flashes a speck of brightness into the darkened room. Groaning, he leans over and snatches it up, his hands slick as he clutches the encased plastic.

It’s Toga.

As a rule, he tries to avoid her. He hates her chatter. It’s always some unending nonsense about those UA kids, about Stain, or about fucking blood. It’s always blood with her. Give her five minutes, and she’ll work it into her conversation somehow, even if it’s just blurting it out, a blush staining her cheeks.

Fucking freak.

[ Blondie: 12:34 am ]

- found smth 4 u. (Y/N) has a place. Keeps it @ like 60 degrees… lol

Well, disgusting as Toga is, she has her uses; he thinks as he reads her text.

He’d asked her, a few days before, if she knew a place where he could crash. Somewhere that had some goddamn air conditioning. The hideout’s unit is on the fritz again, not that it had ever worked all that well.

Hmm, well this is something, at least.

Dabi’s isn’t sure what to think about Toga’s little ‘find’. You were a newer recruit, someone that Compress had brought in.

He hadn’t paid much attention to you. You didn’t stay at the base and were only around if there was a specific mission, or a task, that Shigaraki set for you. He isn’t even sure what your quirk is. You seemed easy-going, neutral, but he doubted you’d extend that easy-going demeanor to him camping out at your place for the A/C.

Chucking his phone back on the side table, Dabi flops to his side and tries to drift off, hoping his exhaustion will let him ignore the suffocating heat he’s drowning in.

Fuck.

He’d done it again. It was hard to resist the urge when these people spouted such vague fucking bullshit at him. No one, not fucking one of them, could live up to his cause. And if they couldn’t meet that standard? Well, they were better off as ash, melting into blackened pools as the asphalt greedily soaked their blood into its cracked depths.

There is a heat advisory today.

He’d heard the news as he scarfed down a quick breakfast at the hideout’s bar. He wouldn’t be out for that long, he reasoned. Besides, maybe today he’d find someone good.

Wishful thinking on his part.

His skin feels oppressive and his staples and piercings are scalding, the metal hissing and steaming as he tries to dampen his quirk. It’s harder to regulate his temperature on hot days. He shouldn’t be out here, he thinks, snarling as he pats out a few rogue flames that catch on his dark jacket. Even lifting his arm to perform that simple task makes him grunt, hissing out a mantra of curses.

Shit, fuck, goddamn it fucking all.

He looks bitterly up at the sun and debates his next move.

He could retreat to the bar, but that doesn’t solve his problem. No, the viscous heat that radiated along those upper floors would just make his skin feel worse. Hell, it might even result in more mottling, his burns stretching farther along his arms and chest. He’s not going back to the bar.

Where the fuck even is he?

He peers down the alley toward the street. It’s not too busy; just after noon, so most of the foot traffic from the morning has died down. He yanks his hood up, ignoring the ache of his legs as he stalks toward the street corner.

Carefully, he pokes out, his eyes tracing over the crosswalk, looking for the street signs. Ah. He’s close to that address, your address, that Toga sent him.

Slipping his hands into his pockets, he saunters along the pavement, careful to keep his head down.

You were out of town.

He’d picked up that tidbit from Compress this morning. The masked man had been lamenting that you might be away for a few days, possibly weeks. Something about being on a fact finding task for that shadowy voice that talked with Shigaraki from his tv.

He didn’t care, still doesn’t. All he knows is that you supposedly keep your place cold, and that’s all the encouragement he needs.

You’ve got a nice apartment.

It’s decorated in pleasing whites, yellows, reds and greens, with clean lines and modern touches. It’s kinda like you, he considers as he shrugs his coat off and breathes in that amazing waft of cold A/C. You’ve been useful to have in the League; efficient and no nonsense about the missions you're given and you can fit in with the outside world. You’d give even Toga a run for her money when it comes to espionage, he’s heard others say about you.

Dabi tosses a distasteful glare at your narrow couch and pads toward your bedroom, shouldering the door open and stepping into the dark sanctuary.

Your bed looks nice. It’s a good size too.

Lifting his boots from his feet and stripping down to his boxers, he presses into your clean sheets; shivering as the chilly air hits his overheated skin, cooling and dampening that oppressive sense of heat. He’s out in seconds, his body relaxing, slackening as he falls into the void of his dreams.

Yeah, now that he’s had this, there’s no way he’s staying at that hideout of the League’s unless he has to.

You’re gone for the better part of a week.

He’s started asking Compress about you. At first, the older man had given him an impassive stare. Since when did Dabi even know your name?

He’s asking because he needs to talk with you about… uh… supplies?

This, apparently, is the correct thing to say, because Compress nods his head sagely and elaborates on your timetable. You’re collecting things for Kurogiri and you’ll be gone for another few days.

Good, Dabi thinks, slinking into your apartment again, lowering the window behind him. He’s careful to leave things as he found them, his entryway into your place included. You don’t need to know about this.

What the fuck would he even say to you?

Hey, uh, it’s fucking hot at the hideout, and since you’ve got a working A/C unit and like 3 fans, he’s been sleeping over at yours. No big deal, right?

Even after you return, he keeps sneaking in.

He’s gotten your schedule memorized, and he’s heedful of the hours you keep. You’re a little more regular than the others in the League. You actually sleep at night; unlike the rest. The others are often out at God knows what hour, combing for recruits and leads, but not you.

So, Dabi shifts into full night owl mode. He crashes at your place in the midmorning, after you leave for the day, trying to ignore the perfume that comes from your sheets.

You’ve got a nice smell.

It’s oddly comforting, and he hates when he accidentally burrows into your pillows; nostrils flared, inhaling that aroma that’s all you. While he’s never talked with you before this, he goes out of his way to ignore you now.

What he’s doing is fucking weird, and lines are blurring. The other week he’d bumped into you coming out of the bar and he’d almost snatched you to him.

You must have just showered, because that fucking scent was radiating off your skin. It’s nothing too, eh, feminine? No, it’s more like… oranges and sandalwood. It’s a heady blend of rich balsamic and citrus, and he can’t get it out of his head.

August has faded into September, and he’s still sleeping over at yours.

He can’t help it. It’s not his fault your bed is so downy and, fuck, cool. It’s like the sheets don’t absorb his warmth. No, they’re always cold and they feel so fucking good against his staples and burned skin.

It’s midmorning, closer to noon, and he’s dozing, his eyes heavy and drooping. He’s exhausted, so bone tired, that he doesn’t hear your door opening. No, he doesn’t even notice you until he hears your voice.

“Um, would you like to tell me why you’re in my bed?”

He’s on his feet in a flash, a slow flicking of blue flames tracing along his fingers. You’re framed in your doorway, eyes wide, stepping away from his aggressive stance.

“Woah, woah,” you begin, lifting your hands in supplication. “Let’s just… take a minute and talk. I’m not-”

“You’re not supposed to be here,” he snaps, his cerulean eyes narrowing, but he dampens his fire, a long curling of smoke framing his face.

“Uh, I think you got that backward there, bud. You’re not supposed to be here, I live here,” you scoff, one hand propping on your hip, head tilted exaggeratedly.

Dabi is about to spit something else out when you stride into your bedroom, tugging your jacket off and sauntering over to a tall dresser. He snaps his mouth closed and watches you. He’s not sure how he’s going to talk his way out of this, and he’s grateful for the reprieve. But, he knows an onslaught of anger or, fuck, preserve him, a lecture is incoming. Worst case, he thinks, observing you from his peripheral as you tug out a long shirt and some shorts, you’ll just kick him out and that will be that.

You glance at him again, your eyes lingering over his exposed chest and legs, and he can’t help the scowl that breaks over his face. He’s not embarrassed, he’s just, well, he’s not sure how to classify that stare. Most people recoil or toss him a glance of pity, their brows wrinkled with worry and distaste. But you? You arched an eyebrow and smiled.

Fucking weirdo.

Pausing in your doorway, you bite your lip into your mouth and carefully speak your next statement, voice smooth. “Look, while I’d rather you, oh, I don’t know, asked me about staying here. I’m not in the mood to argue with you, and I’ve got a long journey ahead of me tonight.” You take a deep inhale and toss him another smile.

“Just… just lay back down and get some rest. I promise I won’t molest you,” you tease, and he snaps his head up at that, his chin jutting in agitation.

You laugh at his sour face and he feels wrong-footed; lost. What the fuck? Who says shit like that? Who is in their right mind is just, oh, no worries man, promise I won’t grab your dick?

What’s wrong with you?

“I’m going to change and then I’m going to go to sleep. You can go, or you can stay, I really don’t care. All I know is that I’m not going to sleep on the couch when I’m in my apartment.” You retort, that grin still lifting your lips as you step away, the wall shielding you from his view.

Dabi remains where he is; standing in your bedroom, clad in his boxers, his hands clenched into fists by his side. Somehow this is worse than you throwing him out.

You return a few minutes later and he can’t get a good look at you. You slink past him and are under your covers in an instant. Not that he’s trying to give you a once over, he snarls to himself, shaking his inky head.

You nestle into the comforter and turn to your side, leaving him plenty of room on the opposite end of the bed. He blinks at you, a deep welling of uncertainty nestling in his stomach.

You’re quiet for a long moment, your eyes closing and shoulders relaxing, acting like there’s not a wanted, deadly villain in your bedroom, paces from your side. Then, you twist, giving him a quick scan, your eyes lingering over his.

“Either lay down or get out, Dabi. I’m not going to be able to sleep with you glaring at me like that. You look like some kinda ghost.”

Your declaration provokes a huffing, agitated reaction out of him. If there’s one thing Dabi hates, it’s being told what to do.

He slings himself beside you, splaying out, his body laying on top of the sheets. You chuckle, your head peeking at him over your shoulder. He ignores you and tries to close his eyes.

It feels strange, resting next to you like this. It’s… intimate, and he’s not sure if he hates or likes the sensation. He chances a glance at you, but you’ve already turned back to your side, your shoulders rising and lowering rhythmically. He shakes his head at your blasé reaction. How can you just, fuck, sleep?

He can’t get comfortable and his skin feels heavy again. It’s not heat this time. No, now something else is making everything feel too close, too warm.

He dampens his thoughts, mind frantically focusing on anything but you. As the sun slips behind the buildings across the street, his eyes lower and he fitfully sleeps, your rich smell filling his senses.

He’d left you in the night; tucking his clothes back on and easing out of your window.

True to your word, you’d relegated yourself to your side of the bed, hardly tossing or turning as you slept. As he paced back to the hideout, he wasn’t sure what he’d gotten himself into. He just hoped you’d keep your mouth shut. He didn’t want the others knowing about this, it felt, well it’s not like him. Abrasive- fucking spewing anger and vitriol? Yeah, that was him. But this? This was too soft, too gentle. He hated it.

But that’s the problem with hate. It’s terribly close to that other emotion. They’re sisters, really. Usually love and hate exist on two sides, but they’re still the same coin, no matter how you toss them.

You don’t act any differently after that night.

You keep coming to the hideout, giving him a vague smile and greeting before continuing your day. He’s acting differently, though. He can’t help but watch you, suddenly fascinated with how you move. He tries his best to shake himself from his musings, but sometimes he can’t help it.

If anything, he grumbles to himself, watching you chatter with Toga, you’re subtly going out of your way to place yourself in front of him. You were never around this much before. Well, maybe you were. He didn’t pay you any mind back then, but now? Now he can’t get enough of you.

He reacts when you laugh, or talk, his head turning, like a sunflower, toward the light you give off. Ugh. His only hopeful reprieve from this, from you, is the changing seasons. The days are getting shorter and that heatwave is finally, finally breaking.

It’s his one comfort, his saving grace.

Yeah, he should have fucking never tossed that wish into the universe.

No, another heatwave passes over the island and it’s the worst one yet. The daily temperatures have been hitting the low 100s and the nights aren’t much better. To make matters worse, the A/C at the hideout has given up the ghost and won’t turn on at all now.

Still, Dabi’s prepared. He’d bought a secondhand electric fan a few weeks ago, and he’s grateful for the tiny slice of paradise that it grants him. It’s not as nice as your apartment, or your bed, but it will do.

He’s laying across his mattress, sweat trickling down his back and shoulders, trying to ignore that ache in his burned skin. The fan is blowing across him and he’s about to crank it up a notch when it gives out an ominous sputter.

Dabi sits up, his eyes flashing. No, no, no, no. There’s no fucking way.

The fan’s blades are slowing, that sweet, cool air dampening, drifting into the low-lying humidity that surrounds him. He yanks the plug from the wall, his staples stinging as he stands. He stomps over to the outlet and plugs the fan back in, turning on his haunches to see if the blades will start that familiar whirl.

There’s fuck all happening.

Cursing, he kicks the shitty thing over and grabs his jacket, storming down the stairs and into the night.

You’re sleeping when he slinks under your window sill, sliding the glass shut and kicking his heavy boots to the floor. It’s that sound that wakes you, and you lift yourself up, your sheets falling from your chest, revealing a bare shoulder and low cut shirt to him. Unabashed by your appearance, you wipe a palm over your eyes, rubbing the sleep away and croaking out a greeting.

“When I said you could sleep over here, I didn’t mean you could barge in at all hours. And through my window? So, that’s why the hinge looks like that.”

Dabi considers you for a moment, his blue eyes gleaming in the moonlight. You tilt your head at him and suck your teeth.

“A, oh, I don’t know, sorry, would be nice?” you scold, that alluring smile lifting your lips. He follows the line of your mouth, his thoughts hazing over, focusing on some other, darker, daydream.

“Hello?” you call, waving your hand beside your face. “Earth to Dabi. What do you want?”

That question slips him out of his stupor and he lifts his eyes back to yours. “The A/C is out. Bought a fan a few weeks ago, but the fucking thing broke and I can’t… it’s hard to regulate my body temperature in this fucking heat. You keep this place like an icebox, so I started crashing here. Wasn’t planning on coming back, but after tonight-”

“Ok, ok,” you laugh, already scooting over and flinging the covers back. “Seeing as you didn’t try any funny business last time, I guess I’ll let it slide. Just, not to be rude, but shut up and let me sleep. I’ve gotta long day tomorrow and as enthralling as this conversation is…”

“Whatever,” Dabi mutters, slinging his damp shirt over his head and pacing over to the side of your bed. You blink up at him and shake your head, that tiny grin lingering. He presses into your familiar sheets, eyes already slipping closed as the fragrance of you pulls at him.

It’s early when he wakes, shuddering out of a nightmare, red flames and crying voices fading into the back of his mind.

Wincing, he raises a hand to his eyes and pulls at his face, relieved that it’s still cool air that meets him. As he rolls to his side, he feels something trace over his unscarred chest. The sensation makes him freeze, his eyes snapping open again, the cerulean searching, whisking over the dim figure beside him.

You’re still sleeping, but you’ve shifted, your body curled, facing him, and one of your hands is reaching toward him. Shit, he thinks, heart pounding in his ears. You’re so close.

He’s never been this close to you.

Your mouth is parted, delicate lips plush and soft in the early morning gloom. He tries to shift away, but your brow creases when he does, so he stills his movements, gritting his teeth and trying to ignore that flush that is building across his nose.

This is stupid. It’s just you. It’s not like the two of you have even done anything. Fuck, you barely talk with one another.

He burrows his head into his pillow and the shift of his body urges you closer to him, your hand opening and pressing to his skin. A sigh slips from your mouth as your fingers splay out, tapping against his warmth, and he nearly startles off the bed.

He looks down at your hand, aghast. He wants to move it off of him; can’t stand that you’re touching him, he tells himself, that you’re this close to him. But he can’t bring himself to move. Your hand is so delicate, so…

Unconscious, you turn from him, your fingers lifting on their own, curling back to you. Dabi almost moans as you slip from him, clamping down on the sudden, primal desire that races through him. He wants to grab you; to drag you back to him.

The hell? What the fuck is wrong with him?

Sucking his teeth, he turns over, facing away from the confusing neediness that’s lapping at his subconscious. He fluffs his pillow aggressively, trying to drown out all the raw emotions that are racing through his mind.

Forget it. Sleep.

When he wakes again, you’re gone.

The sheets where you slept are cold under his fingertips and he sits up, his arms resting on his knees. This whole situation is so fucking weird.

He lets himself ease into consciousness before standing and stretching out the leftover kinks in his muscles; stooping to grab his discarded shirt, pulling the fabric over his head and shaking his dark head against the sunlight. Just as he’s slipping his coat on, he notices the note that’s sitting on one of your bedroom chairs. It’s got his name on it, so he snatches it up, flipping open the folded paper.

“There’s some leftover pizza in the fridge, I won’t have time to eat it. Help yourself. There’s also a spare key on the coffee table. Take it and stop jimmying my window open.”

Scoffing, he crumples the paper up, tossing it over his shoulder as he paces into your kitchen.

It’s a fucking thing now.

He’s rarely at the hideout. Why bother? You don’t seem to care if he sleeps over. Hell, you make space for him. There’s gotta be something else to it; there has to be. What kinda idiot is so fucking accommodating? You act like you’re a fucking hostel or something. Well, a hostel where there’s only one bed.

You even bought another fan. You told him you don’t like to keep the overhead one on in the cooler weather, so he can use this one for his side of the bed.

Yeah, he’s got a goddamn side of the bed. It’s fucking insane.

The other members of the League either haven’t noticed what’s going on between the two of you, or they don’t care. It’s not like either of you talk about your sleeping habits. Fuck, you still never interact with him at the hideout, content to maintain that level of professionalism.

He’s not sure why it bothers him.

One night, the temperature drops into the low 40s and he’s stretched out on your blankets, enjoying the first real cold snap of the fall, when he sees you shivering. It’s not very noticeable, what with the way you’re turned away and bundled, but it makes him tilt his head toward you, watching.

Another pass of his fan has you repeating the quake and, without thinking, he pulls you closer, one long arm wrapping around your shoulder and tugging. Startled, you fight his hold, but he calms your movements with a squeeze, grumbling about your stoic reluctance.

What’s the big deal? It’s not like you haven’t brushed up against him before. Calm down.

You quiet after that and slowly, tentatively, you lean against his bare chest, your cheek cool against his heated skin. He tucks his chin over your head and tries to keep his breathing even. He doesn’t want you to hear, fuck, feel his heartbeat; it’s slamming its way out of his throat and he gulps when your fingers pull him closer.

“How are you so warm?” you ask, your breath floating across his pectorals.

“It’s my stupid quirk,” Dabi mutters, dipping his head down to his pillow, shifting you with him. You nod against his lean muscles and your fingertips trace cool designs into his skin, lingering over his burnt patches and staples. He sighs, unable to resist the low shiver that creeps up his spine.

This is nice; too fucking nice.

He can’t do without your touch now.

Remember that thing about love and hate being sisters? Well, that hate is simmering into something else for Dabi. It’s not love, he doesn’t know you well enough, but it’s certainly not hate anymore.

He likes touching you. You’re smooth against his jagged skin and he enjoys the contrast. He’s slow when he pulls you against him, careful to not snag you against his staples, but you seem to like his heat. You’ve even started wearing less to bed, slipping out of that baggy shirt and into a thin tank top; he’s pleased that he has more of you to caress.

It’s getting harder to keep you out of his head. He can smell your perfume, even if he hasn’t seen you for days, and each time he does see you, even at the hideout, his fingers itch to press against you.

You’d laughed at his sudden, intense, interest. The hell Dabi, are you touch starved or something? You’d teased. What’s up with you? I was worried about you burning down my apartment, not you turning into some kind of cuddle fiend.

He doesn’t care what you say. He knows it’s fucking stupid, fucking dumb, that he’s this desperate. It just feels good. And there’s not much about him that feels good these days, so he’ll take what he can get. Fuck you very much.

There’s a meeting. It’s one of the ones where Shigaraki demands that everyone make their way to the bar.

Boss man has been tense lately, thrumming with some dark energy, so the room is quiet as Kurogiri elaborates on the smaller details of the mission. Your part is minimal, limited to reconnaissance with Toga. It’s boring shit, and Dabi is only half listening to any of it.

Besides, there’s something else that’s snagging his attention.

Dabi is sitting on the couch, his eyes lingering on you. You’re wearing one of his favorite outfits and the color looks good on you. It brings out your eyes. You’re questioning Spinner and Toga about the finer points of your team up. He can’t hear you from here, but that doesn’t matter, he’s still in the best spot to spy you leaning forward, perfect ass on full display.

“She’s gotten better, more adept at working undercover,” Compress’ voice shakes Dabi from his thoughts and he turns to him, a bland frown on his face.

“Who?”

“Please, you know who I’m talking about. You can’t stop looking at her.”

He chortles, his laugh a sharp bark. “You’re fucking joking. Her? Fuck, no. I’m gonna head out, not like the boss has anything for me anyway,” Dabi stands, slipping his hands into his trench coat and pacing to the heavy door, shouldering his way into the night.

He leans against the brick wall, lighting up a cigarette and sighing a thin line of smoke into the chilled air. Fuck, they’re noticing what’s going on. Wait. What is going on? It’s not like the two of you are fucking. Yet, a small voice echoes in the back of his mind, and he smirks at that thought.

Yeah, maybe it’s time to speed things up.

You step out a few minutes later, your eyes searching for him. He flicks his cigarette onto the pavement and wraps his fingers in your coat, tugging you to him. You don’t fight him; don’t make a sound as he pins you against the brick, his body hot against your front.

The two of you watch the other, his cerulean eyes roving over your face. Then he’s lifting your chin, his lips sliding across yours. It’s a strange kiss. Usually, he’s too busy trying to get off to focus on his partner. He rarely kisses anyone, even if he’s hooking up. But this kiss?

Like everything else about you, it’s fucking nice.

You move with him, your body surging from the brick, breasts flattening against his chest, fingers cupping behind his ears; nipping and sucking at him, your teeth digging into his burned lower lip and pulling. You’re encouraging him to touch you next, rubbing yourself on him until his hands fall to your hips. He’s already half hard, and that warm juncture of your thighs isn’t helping matters.

To his shock, he’s having trouble keeping up.

You’re already pulling from him when he dips his tongue into your mouth. He gasps at the emptiness, that chilling vacancy that your touch leaves him panting into. Before he can bemoan your absence, you’re kissing at his neck, lifting on your tiptoes to reach the staples on the side of his face. You lick at him, your wet tongue dragging over his burns. He trembles under your hands and you smile, your laugh bright.

Snarling, Dabi yanks your head back and you meet his hazy gaze, biting your lip; pantomiming a wonton innocence. Immediately, he��s pushing you into the brick, his hands cupping and lingering until you’re whining for him. That’s fucking better, he thinks, his teeth worrying against your pulse.

Just when he’s got you where he wants you, your hand snakes between the two of you, pressing against the bulge of his dick. Dabi can’t help his sharp intake of air, and his head falls to your shoulder as he ruts into your palm. You keep kissing at the side of his face, your lips roving over his ear as you tug at his covered dick. You’re saying something, but he can’t focus when you’re doing that.

“Dabi,” you try again, teeth ensnaring his destroyed earlobe, sucking at the burnt skin. “They’re about to come out.”

He knocks your hand away from his straining, throbbing length and leans away from you. Fuck, you look good.

Your lips are swollen, and your eyes are dazzling. He can’t pull himself away. You smile at his dazed expression and lift a hand to his cheek, your palm cool against his overheated skin.

The door shudders open and the two of you spring apart. A few minutes later Toga is grabbing at your arm and pulling you down the street, away from him.

He’s waiting outside your apartment, another cigarette smoldering to ash under his lips. But he can’t bring himself to go in.

Not without you.

Toga’s kept you busy. It’s been over an hour since that kiss in the alleyway. He’s cooled off since then, but that simmering heat that you elicited from him? That hasn’t dimmed. He’s still half hard against his dark pants and he can’t bring himself to care. Besides, Dabi has a very specific idea about how he’s going to have you lessen that pressure for him.

He’s just about to light another cigarette when he sees you.

You walk into your building, and he starts the long climb up the fire escape. His heart is pounding again. He hasn’t wanted something this badly in ages. He’s been so fucking focused on his cause, on making his plans a reality; he just hasn’t had the time.

But now? Fuck, he wants there to be more hours in the day. He’s hoping the two of you can pick up where you left off. Yeah, he tells himself, scaling the last few steps, it’s just about the sex.

That sounds better than saying what he really wants.

You’re already slipping your oversized sleep shirt over your head when he lifts your window. You pause, watching him curl his way into your space. Once he pulls his legs inside he turns to you, his eyes dark, unfathomable, the blue so deep that you feel you’re drowning in it.

He doesn’t shut the window. Instead, he yanks his clothes off, clattering them against your floor. You smile and a gentle laugh makes its way to him.

“What did I say about coming in through the window?” you chuckle, already lifting your arms for him.

He’s against you in a single breath, his warmth seeping its way into your chilled skin. His lips are rough, pressing and lifting, biting and nipping. He’s working you toward your bed and once your knees hit the edge of your mattress, he’s shoving you down.

You flop against the cold blankets, your legs already spreading for his hips. He’s hot, scaldingly hot, against your hands. Your fingers dip into his hair and you pull him back, earning a low growl and his flashing glare, displeasure written all over his face.

“Slow down,” you scold, your legs wrapping around his hips, grinding against the hardness you find.

“The fuck? You goddamn tease. Fucking saying that, then rubbing your wet pussy all over my dick,” Dabi snarls, snatching your wrists and pinning your hands beside your head.

“How do you know it’s wet?” you ask, batting your eyes at his steeled jaw.

“It fucking better be,” he groans, his teeth sinking into your neck and pressing, hard.

You gasp at the stimulation and arch for him, testing his hold on your wrists. Grunting, he licks a wet line to your pulse, his hands tightening over yours. “Mmm, why don’t you find out?” you ask, leaning into his lips, loving the contrast of his destroyed and perfect skin.

He shifts his grip on you, yanking your arms up, pinning your hands above your head. He lifts one of his own hands away once he’s satisfied he’s got a good hold on you. His warm fingers trace down your side, pausing when he gets to the lacy band of your panties. Teasingly, he pulls fabric away from your skin, and lets it snap against your hip. Dabi tips his nose into the curve of your neck and shoulder, taking a deep drag against you.

You buck your hips, squirming under his weight. “You get lost? My pussy is a little further down.”

He chuckles darkly, his breath making you shiver. You’re just about to wriggle from him when one long finger eases past your panties and presses into your sopping heat. “Oh,” you gasp, your eyes rolling back. It feels like he’s heated his fingertip, and the skin that’s stroking and thrusting into you is warm, too warm.

Dabi leans away from your neck, bracing himself above you with his knees, pulling himself into a hunched position. He’s smirking at your awed expression and his teeth glow in the darkness.

“Like I said doll, you’re already so fucking wet for me. You want more?”

You nod and buck your hips, digging that finger deeper. He groans at your eagerness and you can feel him warming the next digit up, the tip burning against the soft flesh of your inner thighs.

Once it’s in, he starts to v the two, dragging them along your rippling walls, spreading you open, easing you into his hand. Your slick is sliding down your legs and seeping into the sheets. Still, Dabi keeps on, maintaining that steady stretch. It starts to sting and you shift away, but he releases your wrists, free hand moves to your hip, stilling you.

You glance up at him, curious. His eyes are hooded, the blue a velvety sapphire. He looks like he’s holding himself back from something. Almost like… like he’s handling you with more care than he’s ever given anything. It’s a strange thought, but the idea of it makes you reach for him, your fingers running down his discolored skin, lingering over the staples and piercings.

“I’ve gotta stretch you out,” he informs you, his eyes closing behind his trembling eyelids, savoring your gentle caress.

“Hmm, you that big?” you joke, fully expecting him to react, to silence you with a kiss or another well-timed thrust of his fingers. But he surprises you. He opens his eyes and fixes you with a rough stare, his digits continuing that aching pull. You’re throbbing around him, your arousal easing his passage, his extensions.

“I don’t want to… hurt-” he stops, his eyes narrowing. With an inaudible sigh, he slides down your body, only halting once he’s face to face with your sleek cunt. His breath heaves against you and you wrap a leg over his back, holding him close.

Dabi laves his tongue over you, latching onto your pulpy clit and giving it a soft suck. Your hands sink into his hair, curling into the spiky tendrils, urging him to give you more.

He rewards your needy moans with another lick and he flicks his eyes up to yours, watching you over your shaking curves.

“I’m going to add another finger,” he tells you, preparing you for another deep stretch. When he enters you almost pull from him, your hips bowing away at the pricking of pain. Sensing your distress, he keeps his lips around your pulsing clit, distracting you with kisses and low blows of air.

Finally, you can feel yourself loosening. Your feet brace against your bed and you use the leverage to maneuver him deeper. You feel, you feel so…

Dabi, realizing that your cunt is quivering around his intruding digits, shifts closer, his piercings rubbing against your thighs. He’s sloppy now, less controlled. His tongue is circling your clit with furious laps and he lets a canine trace the bud. His fingers are still spreading and he’s found that spongy spot now. He taps against it, teasing you, making you clench and gasp around him.

Just when you think you can’t take it anymore, when it seems like all the sensations are too, too, much; it snaps. The coiling in your core pulls free and you’re moaning, so loudly you’re worried your neighbors will hear. His name is falling from your lips at a rapid rate and you can feel his smirk as he lifts his fingers from your cunt.

Dabi leans away and you shake at the loss of him. He was so warm, so hot against your damp skin and you miss it. He watches you, tucking his fingers into his mouth, lapping the final bits of your release from him.

“Take off your clothes,” he demands when he’s finished, his hands already dropping to his tented boxers, slipping the elastic down his trim waist.

You shift to obey, your hands yanking your shirt, bra and soaked panties off of you. You splay under him, indolently admiring the sight that is revealed to you. Oh, you think, unable to contain your small gasp, he is big.

His cock is long, thick, and curved, and it’s dripping with pre-cum. There’s a crossed set of piercings at the tip of his length and you watch, mesmerized, as a shimmering strand of his arousal catches on the shiny silver, leeching down the smooth length of him. He’s bigger than anything you’ve ever taken, and that thought makes you shiver with anticipation, and a small sliver of worry.

Dabi grins wildly at your flushed face. “Like what you see?”

You nod, and he laughs, fingers snatching your legs, tugging you toward him. You spread for him, so eager and fucking turned on you can’t think straight. His hand lowers to his cock, and he strokes himself as he rechecks your silken cunt, gathering some of the gossamer strands of your arousal on his fingers as he ensures that you’re ready to take him.

“I’m not going to go slow,” he warns you, his eyes lifting from your folds.

Gulping and biting your lip, you nod, a shaking exhale escaping your lungs. He shifts himself nearer and begins to press. He’s right, you think, wincing at the sting of his intrusion. He’d stretched you out, licked you until you were leaking all over the bed, but it hurts.

It takes him a moment to bottom out. Once he does, he groans and gasps above you. “Fuck (Y/N), you’re so damn tight.”

You flop your head against your pillow and let out a long sigh. He’s holding still as you adjust, and, despite his warning, he’s being careful with you. It makes your chest squeeze. After a few more pained breaths, you can feel a low tingling radiating from your core. It’s like an itch. Experimentally, you cant your hips, your legs wrapping around his waist, cautious of the stapled skin across his lower back.

Dabi mutters a soft curse and pulls back, his length sliding out of your drenched pussy. When he glides back in, you feel that same tingling sensation. Distantly, you realize it must be those piercings of his, but you’re too overwhelmed by the sensation to process it fully.

“Hold on,” he groans, his hands bracing beside your head. You lace your arms around his bowed neck, and he starts to pounds into you. It’s a calculated motion, but- ah- he’s taking the extra second between his powerful pulls and thrusts to scrape his pelvis against your pulsating clit, stimulating you, ensuring that dim blaze pleasure within you keeps building. Whimpering, you arch your back, your ankles locking around him, encouraging him to keep going. You feel so good, so full, filled to the brim and practically begging him for more.

Sloppily, his mismatched lips find yours and he nibbles and kisses at you. The sheer heat of him is making you both slick with sweat. You don’t mind the salty, dampened feeling, if anything, it eases his motions.

You’re so wet now that he’s gliding easily into you; that piercing of his heating up, and the rapid fire thrusts he’s giving you create a smoldering inside you; like he’s catching you on fire from the inside out.

His hips stutter and he lifts one hand from the bed, his thumb easily finding your clit. He presses a tight circle across you and you see spots.

“Come on,” he groans, his voice hoarse, strained, “cum for me (Y/N). Fucking cum on my dick.”

That desperation in his tone is all that it takes.

Seconds later, you’re arching and shaking so much that he has to hold you still. He eases into you a final time, his frantic thrusts slowing, spacing out as he enjoys your rippling channel, and the fiery feeling of his own release almost hurtles you over the edge again. You curl against him, panting into his burnt ear, licking at the damaged skin.

Dabi leans heavily against you, one large hand pressing into your lower back, lifting you to him. Once he comes back to himself, he kisses at your shoulder, his warm breath making you shiver. He eases himself out of you and your legs clamp together, holding his cum inside you. It still feels so, so hot, and you’re not ready to let it drip out of you, not yet.

He untangles himself from you and adjusts some of his staples, wincing against the sting of his marred and clean flesh. Realizing what he’s doing, you slip from the bed and pad into your bathroom. You clean yourself off and grab a bottle of hydrogen peroxide, dampening a clean cloth with the solution.

“Here. It’s got some peroxide on it,” you tell him as you reenter the bedroom, tossing the rag his way. He catches it easily, dabbing it over himself, careful to not snag it on any of his loose skin. While he’s busy doing that, you snatch up his discarded white shirt and sling it over your head. He looks at you and scoffs.

“What’s wrong with yours?” he asks, tossing the cloth onto the floor.

“Yours looked better,” you inform him, returning to his side and leaning close. He rolls his eyes at you and you shift into his open lap, straddling his hips. Grinning, you kiss at his neck again, sneaking a few groans from him. Sighing as you give him a particularly hard nip, he bats you off of him, tumbling you down to the sheets.

“Give me a fucking minute,” he complains, shaking his head as you wrap around him, pulling him into your arms. Once he’s settled onto the bed you turn, pressing your back to his chest, relaxing into the familiar hold. He snorts, amused by your sudden change of mind.

Dabi lowers his forehead to the back of your head, a small smile rising along his lips. Your breathing evens out and he listens to the sound, trying to memorize each little detail of you.

Yeah, this is it, he tells himself as he drifts off. The rest is just extra. Oh, it’s nice, to be sure, but this, this right here is what he really wants.

Notes: Soft, soft Dabi. I like him like this ꒰ ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱ ˖°

Tags: @evesmores, @spicy-skull, @xwildskullx

#dabi #toya todoroki #i can put that #like omg #bnha smut #dabi x reader #dabi x y/n #dabi x you #toya x reader #toya x y/n #toya x you #tw: blood #tw: gore #tw: dabi #tw: heat play #answered asks #asks

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ded-space · 3 years ago

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Prideful Intoxication - P7 - Affection (sfw?)

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Diavolo removed all of Lucifer's bondage including his collar and leash. He softly plants a kiss on Lucifer's lips. "My love, I apologize. I was feeling so good that in the end I believe I was too rough.. Though I'm well aware you can handle it." Diavolo spouts. "I enjoyed it though, so there's really no need to apologize." Lucifer states, happily pulling Diavolo back in for another kiss.

After every session Lucifer has a particular expression to him that Diavolo charishes with all of his being. He's joyful, relaxed, with a gaze that is affectionate and kind.. While it's certainly true that Lucifer has always been generally more affectionate with him, It always seems to peak right after sex. "I love you so much Lucifer, you mean the world to me" Diavolo admits. "You are always so straightforward and honest, It catches me off guard so often.. That said, I love you too Diavolo." Lucifer declares.

Diavolo nuzzles his head into Lucifer's chest, sharing his warmth. "I should draw us a bath" Diavolo contemplates. "Sounds lovely." Lucifer approves with a kiss to Diavolo's forehead. Diavolo smiles cheekily at the gesture before getting up to run the bath. "Bubbles?" Diavolo asks. "Sure, why not." Lucifer agrees. The bath fills not long after. "Lucifer, it's ready now" :) Diavolo informs whilst getting in the tub.

Lucifer enters the room and joins him in the tub laying his back on Diavolo's chest. "Do you like bubble jets?" Diavolo wonders. "I'd say few people dislike them." Lucifer adds looking up toward him. "I suppose you're right!" Diavolo chuckles, turning on the bubble jets. "I must commend you, The rubber duckies were a nice touch." Lucifer giggles.

"Did you just say rubber- DUCKIES!?-" Diavolo awes. "I said no such thing!" Lucifer pouts embarrassedly. "Oh come on Luci, it was adorable! Please say it again! For me? <3" Diavolo presses, giving Lucifer a tight squeeze. "Alright! Alright fine.. Rubber- Duckies.." Lucifer says reluctantly. "Hehe! <3So cute!<3" Diavolo said delightedly. "Satisfied?" Lucifer inquires. "VERY" Diavolo assures.

"Oh by the way, your *ahem* 'specific tastes'.. Turns out they were deserving of such a prideful expression after all." Lucifer concluded. "Ah, I'm glad you agree then." Diavolo spoke, but he sounded a bit distracted. Lucifer turns around in confusion as to what could lead his attention astray. "PFFT- HAHAHAHAHAHA- Oh OH Oh MY I- HAHAHA" Lucifer laughs uncontrollably. "What!? You don't like my bubble beard?!?" Diavolo chuckles.

"It pfft- looks wonderful Diavolo" Lucifer attempts to contain his laughter. Diavolo gives Lucifer a peck, "Bahahaha! I like your bubble-stache Lucifer!" Diavolo mocks. "Hey!" Lucifer snickers, pinching Diavolo. "Ouch! Haha! Still worth it." Diavolo asserts cockily. Lucifer giggles, hugging Diavolo tightly, laying his head against his chest. Diavolo wraps one arm around Lucifer and uses his other hand to stroke through Lucifer's soft hair. Lucifer's grip around Diavolo slowly loosened, he had fallen asleep in Diavolo's arms. It had been a long day for him after all.

Diavolo hated the thought of waking him, he would feel bad doing so whilst aware of how tired he must be. Diavolo turns off the bubble jets and unplugs the drain using his foot. Once the bath drained, Diavolo cautiously towel dries Lucifer's hair and body, then carries him over to his bed. Diavolo carefully changed Lucifer into a pair of his boxers and one of his tee shirts, which were a bit oversized on him. "Cute." Diavolo whispered to himself. Diavolo puts on some boxers and lays down next to Lucifer.

Lucifer, still dead asleep, rolls himself into Diavolo's embrace. "Dia..volo.." Lucifer slurs in his sleep gently smiling, snuggling in close. "What a nice dream you seem to be having" Diavolo infers under his breath. Diavolo, comforted by Lucifer's presence, begins to fade into deep slumber along with him.

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maeraevokaya · 1 year ago

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You know...I watched the first 'Star Trek' reboot (AOS/Kelvinverse) film at the cinema, all those years ago.

I liked it, having been a lifelong fan of the franchise. I knew nothing of fandom, or fanfiction or whatnot back then. So, I knew nothing of what other fans' feelings were about the film, their thoughts on the story or the portrayal of the characters. I just genuinely enjoyed the film, blissfully unaware of any kind of vitriol it might have received from some fans.

And as for the romance plot of Spock and Uhura...well, I didn't hate it or love it at the time. I just thought, ok cool these two are a couple. It just didn't bother me...at all.

Now, however, and all these years later...I started joining fandom circles and fandom discourse, and even started writing fanfiction. And I've become very fond of the couple, and that iteration of the franchise. I've become protective of it (the pairing in particular), and I've now seen what fans have said about it. The hate they spout against the couple, and especially against Uhura.

Sure, it's caused me to get into discourse that I probably shouldn't have, and made indirect responses labelled as venting posts on my own blog, and made callout posts to other blogs (who deal with this kind of thing). I guess I just need to get these things out of my head, step back even, and not scroll needlessly through tags, comments and reblogs on certain posts (that last part is on me).

But the way some parts of the fandom very vocally treat the pairing, and the individual characters (ie. Uhura), it just...infuriates me.

If you don't like the Spock/Uhura couple, or the reboot films, then fine. Whatever.

Just don't be a dick about it.

#star trek #star trek aos #star trek: aos #aos #lieutenant uhura #uhura #nyota uhura #aos uhura #spock #aos spock #the star trek fandom

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fourangers · 3 years ago

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Hi Fourangers,

First of all, I love your blog so much. It's like going through a history back when Naruto Manga chapters were released weekly and your reviews were so Golden, Hilarious and spot-on. Am a new fan though (especially an SNS fan), I just got into this fandom only this year. I don't know if you'll answer my ask, but I just wanted to try and ask you few questions and I pray that you might answer me....

1. Since you've written in a post that you were active in the eastern part of the fandom, How was chapter 698 received in Japan? Because this is the chapter I inherently realized they both love each other. Yeah, I was too late but somehow whenever they interact with each other in previous chapters I always find them to be 'Weird' for just to be friends. Chapter 698 is just blatantly obvious that they love each other. Considering Homophobia and Shounen genre, I have no idea how it was perceived over there back then in 2014.

2. Which scene made you to ship SNS?

3. As an SNS'er how do you feel about the ending, where everyone was married off when they were just 19 just to make some shitty sequel??? As a new fan, I felt betrayed and It would've been perfect if they had stopped at chapter 699, leaving an open ending.

4. How do you face with the accusation about Naruto and Sasuke as brothers and we, SNS'ers are Incest shippers??? I don't care about that Indra and Ashura thing. But Naruto himself told he considers Sasuke as his Brother couple of times. And in Chapter 699, Sasuke acknowledged, 'He finally understood what it meant'.... It's the only thing that confuses me and I don't even have an answer!!! Plus, Kishi himself gave an interview that he based Sasuke on his Brother... I really wonder how he gave such an interview when he literally made them wear necklaces with each other's faces.

5. How was Naruto and Sasuke's sexuality perceived in the fandom back then??? Man!! Kishimoto just made lot of comic reliefs on their sexuality by making Sasuke on Sai jutsu, Naruto not interested in Icha Icha but making Reverse Harem no Jutsu, Naruto was angry when Konohamaru made Boy on Boy jutsu whereas he had no problem with him doing it. LOL. And all those homoerotic posters. What do you think about their sexuality, personally??

6. Why did Kishi had to develop their bond as Soulmates with some unintentional or intentional romantic undertones, if he was eventually going to pair them up with girls??? He easily could've gave many such romantic tropes to other girls and keep the bond between N and S as purely friendship or brothers. It still would've made sense.

7. Final one, Was Naruto really Nosebleeding when Kurama made a joke about Sasuke's kiss in Chapter 572???? We had a lot of heated discussion with other shippers where they claim that it was just a splotch of snot.

Sorry for the lengthy ask....... I am so eager to know your answers and I don't want to spam your ask box by sending multiple asks.

Thanks 😊😊😊

Hey yo! Welcome new SNS fan! I'm so glad that you joined us and I'll try to answer as best as I can. I'm not very active here on tumblr (except browsing lol) but your ask was such a delight to read.

1. I honestly don't remember. I think I didn't follow the japanese boards until the eventual 699-700 disaster. People were craving for reactions and I was curious about it too lol. And well...it's been years, I doubt I'll be able to find the reactions from that time. Imo, most readers don't care much about pairings, they just wanted to read about power-ups and abilities and the basic Naruto Vs Sasuke. Though there are some backhanded jokes about how gay Naruto is for Sasuke.

2. Hah. It's going to be very anti-climatic but it was when Naruto and Sakura were eating in Ichiraku Ramen. Naruto just used Rasenshuriken against Kakuzu and he busted his arm. Sakura was healing his arm and her attention was focused on Naruto. I used to be a NaruSaku shipper so I thought "Oh hey! This is the moment that Naruto would have a candid romantic moment!" But nope. He talked about Sasuke. And I was already getting suspicious about Sasuke's feelings towards Naruto ya know? And the whole "SASUKE IS MIINEEEEEE" in Orochimaru's lair. It was that moment I thought "you only have Sasuke in your head don't you, Naruto?" and started shipping SNS.

3. Hooo boy was I surprised when it was suddenly revealed that they had the basic heteronormative, boring marriage with bunch of clones of themselves. Everyone thought that it was almost like a bad fanfiction come true and some thought that it was fake. It was a pandemonium lolololol. I also thought that it was too lame to be true and lo and behold, when it came true I was floored. And then whenever Kishimoto threw new material, I got insanely pissed off because S*arada and B*ruto becoming pairing material is ok because they are a girl and a boy, and then they paralleled with Naruto and Sasuke which are only FRIENDS because they are both men. ARGH. Open ending was what Kishimoto planned from the very beginning but wrote a sequel to earn more money.

In that aspect, I made peace with it because of the whole anime/manga industry. I learned that, as a mangaka, you don't earn a lot of money with selling books, but rather with merchandise and profiting with sales right. And that guy have a family to raise, have two kids (which is hilarious about how B*ruto movie is his self-insert story), he needs a steady income. Also, I read reports about how anime studios are so poor and animators don't receive a decent income not to mention they are overstaffed and tired, and B*ruto is a good money cow for them to earn money so they can invest later on other anime they have more passion about it. So even though I hate this story with a strength of thousands suns, they are putting meal on people's tables and making them pay rents. I'm ok.

4. Lemme roll my eyes because in the Last movie they said that Hinata is related to Kaguya and so is the Uzumaki and Uchiha clan so they are all related woo hoo. But in the aspect of brothers because reincarnations bla bla bla, didn't Naruto himself said that he's no longer that brother, he's himself? Hmm...I gotta re-read it. One day. Maybe. lol. But I'm sure that he said "Sasuke is not my brother but I'm sure we'll understand well as friends" so there. Honestly, there are a lot of interviews out there and a lot of them are fake, so I'd always take the interviews with a grain of salt lololol. I do know from artbooks that Kishimoto wanted to create Sasuke as a rival-esque character and that was it. As he was developing Sasuke and Naruto's relationship, since he liked the whole yin-yang concept, whenever he wrote Naruto's story, Sasuke's was developed at the same time as his shadow.

5. I can tell from Naruto Forums (I used to participate back in that day) MOST of the non-shippers thought it was gay as hell, but you know...it was a relic of that time. While they thought it was gay, they didn't put too much thought about you know? Because it was shounen, and we knew that it was a joke that it couldn't be taken seriously. Of course, in the SNS fandom, we did make more analysis and there were a lot of instance when Naruto and Sasuke's sexuality was questioned. Some other non-shippers also thought that Naruto was totes gay for Sasuke (including a IRL friend).

Imo, Naruto is definitely bisexual in my view. Sasuke I think he's asexual or gay. He's attracted to Naruto, but mostly because of his connection to him, not because of his physical attributes, so yeah...asexual. Or Pansexual. Sasuke is more complicated lmao. Imo, Naruto could be pansexual too, come to think about it. Yeah, I guess both being pansexual can be valid.

6. He developed Naruto and Sasuke being soulmates from the very beginning, that was proven in his comments in artbooks and in the manga. He probably created with the intention of making it purely platonic, going beyond physical ties. Then he shot himself on the foot by drawing Naruto thinking about Sasuke on bed, talking about how Sasuke is cool, meanwhile Sasuke waxing poetic about how Naruto saved him. What gives? Lol. Yeah, I think he got too enamored writing their relationship that he didn't have time to write romantic ones. What I noticed that Sakura's popularity never was really high, so I could see some editors putting their fingers all over it and making her less relevant. Also, Kishimoto didn't know how to handle her, so when she got her time to shine was the whole fake confession disaster. Coupled with Kishimoto sexism and, in his words (Kurenai's flashback), women are useful to spout more babies, women was never really relevant in his story, unfortunately. Even Kaguya who was technically the big bad boss, was never really fleshed out in comparison to Madara. So the null het romantic moments it's not because he wanted to elevate SNS moments, it's more about how he's incompetent about it. It's either Hinata slowly elevating to a relevant status because forced interaction (Pain's sacrifice and Neji's death) or Sakura being obligated to be pining over Sasuke because she's a girl. It's even more painful to see that, if we ignore B*ruto, both girls are shown to be just talking with their kids and dusting shelves, basically being housewives, even though thorough the story (especially Sakura) it was implied that both of them have much more potential than being their husband accessories.

7. It was a splotch of snot. I can confirm myself lol. Whenever the chapter is out and fans would scan it to scanlate it, the editor usually would amp up contrast to max. So usually the lines get much more thicker than usual, when you read the official release which gets straight from the source, you can notice how the lines are more delicate.

Oh lol...but then we also have a lot of controversy about translating style. THAT one is a whole new can of worms to open.

Man I had fun answering your questions! Please send more :P

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creepypocky · 3 years ago

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Hello dear! May I have a romantic and Nsfw creepypasta match-up please? Feel free to ignore this if they are closed but if you do choose to do this then thank you so much! I hope you have a great day/night!

Zodiac sign: Leo sun, Aries moon, Leo rising

Personality Type: ENTP

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: Straight (For now might be bi but i'm going with straight)

I'm 5'4 and I have a very tiny body frame so i'm extremely petite and pretty small. I'm not very curvy and I literally have the body of a cereal box...lol but its fine because I have nice hips and thighs. I have thick brown hair that goes down to my back and it gets tangled pretty easily but its kinda fluffy. I have brown eyes and tiny freckles all over my face and body. I also have a very strong grunge style, like Flannels, band t-shirts, combat boots, leather jackets etc. But i'd also always enjoy a nice oversized sweatshirt or hoodie with a pair of skinny, ripped jeans and some converses or something along those lines.

For my personality.....this is where things get interesting. At first people find me very intimidating due to my resting bitch face and cold exterior but I promise i'm not like that ALL the time. When you get to know me, i'm a big extrovert, goofy and about everything that comes out of my mouth is sarcasm or some dry humored joke. I'm also that one friend in a group where they literally will do the stupidest shit ever like for an example one time it was super dark outside and my other friend was there, while I was trying to climb a tree and I failed and fell out of the tree, and landed on my back. I got straight up after that somehow it didn't hurt.....like at all? But yeah i'm super reckless and sometimes people have to save me from myself if you get what I mean. I also have a very strong "I don't give a fuck" attitude and I will not hesitate to stick up for myself or my friends....like i'm the type of person where if someone glares at me, i'll glare right back. I can have bad anxiety and I can be very self destructive. This is where my feisty, stubborn, hardheaded side comes in. If I want something then i'll fight for it even if it hurts me and i'll get into a bad cycle of putting myself down and trying to do better even if I did great the first time but I always push myself too far and other people have to stop me because I usually can't see it when its happening. I also cover my emotions up and I have a lot of trouble talking about whats bothering me or what problems i'm having emotionally so I put up a wall and I act tough, or happy and sometimes i'll be the exact opposite but I try to hide it.

Weird things about me: I've grown up in the south all my life so sometimes when I talk a few words they'll come out sounding WAYYY more country and southern then I wanted, I don't have an accent but sometimes my words just come out that way. I also love the smell of cigarette smoke....let me explain. When I was a kid my parents smoked a lot and I was used to smelling it and now it reminds me of home and is sort of comforting.

Things I like: I love swimming (I was on a swim team for about 9 years), I love horror movies, I like rain and the sounds of thunderstorms because its calming to me, I also love the smell of rain, I like cloudy days, cooking, listening to 80's and 90's rock but mainly 90's because 90's is the best, My favorite bands are Bush, Audioslave, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Linkoln Park, Pearl jam but i'm pretty open to anything. Things I dislike: Spiders.......I will scream if I see a spider.

So for the nsfw part.....I'm very shy and i'd like it if someone guided me. But i'm 100% a Bottom and I love praise and maybe a tiny bit of degradation. I also have a big ownership kink like if someone tells me that i'm their's....then I might die. Also if they told me that they "Needed" me I would also die on the spot...in a good way. I'm also a sucker for marking like lovebites and hickies? Yes please. But please tease me and edge me because I prefer not having control so someone else being in control is just...lovely. Also pet names! Like Sunshine, Babygirl, Doll....AHHhh I might melt. Things I don't like are impact play or the whole "Daddy kink" It kinda just makes me cringe

I also don't think I really have a type but.....I do tend to love people who are brooding, and intimidating on the outside but a big teddy bear on the inside because that's how I am sometimes. I hate people who are fake or just passive aggressive because they are super annoying to deal with and honestly if you have something to say then just say it to my face rather than behind my back.

Hello :)

|| I enjoyed reading through this. I'll definitely work on it now. ||

I match you with ~ Jeff The Killer!

First off, he really likes your size and style, he has a think for small girls that can still be tough and that’s something he loves showing off when you get together lmfao, he’s like, “Yeah, my girls strong. Fuck you gonna do about it?”

Now, Jeff is a really unstable, violent guy. A lot of people (even me) don’t even see him ever being interested in being in a relationship, so when the creeps saw Jeff with his arm around you, they were immediately baffled by it.

The truth is, though, this man totally wants to have someone by his side, someone that accepts him even though he’s a killer. Someone that’s open to his feelings and is willing to look past all of the horrible shit he’s done.

You’re like that to him, it took him a very long time to get used to how he felt for you at first. At first he thought his brain was just being stupid, but Jeff isn’t dumb. He knows what these feelings feel like, and he recognized them almost immediately after that.

Jeff is really insane, and he constantly leans on you for support and depends on you to keep him leveled at times. It can get pressuring, but despite it all he always makes sure to not blame you if he ends up doing something dumb because he knows it’s not your fault.

He finds your clothing style pretty hot, he really loves badass kind of outfits with leather and band names, because as I said, he loves to show off that his girl is “cool” or something.

He thinks your resting bitch-face and cold exterior is really badass too, being around you always gives him so much confidence and its a great change from the usual fake confidence he has around everyone that he keeps up as a defense mechanism when in reality he was always pretty insecure.

I honestly think Jeff is an extrovert too, like he loves being around people and interacting with them (When they’re not normal people and don’t think he’s hideous, that is). I canon this mostly because when hes alone, then he’s also alone with his thoughts and his thoughts always end up wandering to his insecurities and what he hates about himself, but you often catch him during these times and you reassure him that everything will be okay and that you still love him.

He totally relates to being the friend that says stupidest shit, you two will often just go up to one of the creeps and just start spouting random shit. He honestly fucking loves being goofy with you, and you two are always creating awesome memories together when you prank the other creeps and sometimes each other and he honestly wouldn’t have it any other way.

When you do stupid shit that gets you in trouble or puts you in danger, he’s always quick to get to you and make sure you’re okay, he would probably panic a lot though. Like, “What the fuck, dumbass?” “How the HELL did you do that???“ as he’s frantically trying to solve the situation. Will most definitely sit there and laugh at you for a good 5-10 minutes once the whole thing is dealt with though.

You being able to stick up for your friends is one of the great qualities about you that he absolutely adores, especially since before he became a killer he would always get bullied and nobody would ever stick up for him, so one day when you defend him against a bunch of assholes it just warms his heart up and makes him feel so loved, but he most likely wont admit that.

He’d let it slip eventually though.

When you’re feeling self-destructive, he is 100% there for you. Although he’s not really the best at giving advice, he’ll still sit there with you and let you talk your heart out and will listen to every single word because he wants to show that same contribution towards you that you’ve shown him. He’ll constantly reassure you that not everything is your fault and that you’re strong, and he’ll make little promises to you.

If it was a person in particular making you feel that way though, he’d definitely make sure to pay a visit to the motherfucker.

He admires your determination to fight for the things you want, but to an extent. He hates it when you overwork yourself or push beyond your limits to the point where it destroys you, and he wants you to know that you’re not alone and you can ask for help, you don’t have to destroy yourself. He’s more than willing to stay right there, by your side.

He understands hiding your true emotions, because well, he’s had to do it a lot around the other creeps and around his family when they were still alive. So he won’t ever push you to talk about somehting if you don’t want to, but he doesn’t want you to pretend to be okay either. He’s more than willing to just lay with you and do whatever you want if it would make you feel better.

He honestly likes how you have a southern accent at times, when he’s feeling upset or like his sanity is draining, your accent really soothes him so sometimes he’ll ask you to lay it on thick because he could honestly listen to you talk to him and listen to your accent all day if he wanted to.

It’s good that you like cigarette smoke because I canon this man smokes very often.

When it storms at night, he’ll always hold you close to him with a blanket and just listen to the storm sounds with you because it soothes him too. This man is really pent up from feeling driven to constantly murder and just sitting with you listening to the rain and thunder is one of the main things that level him.

He’s really not the best.... at cooking.... but, this means you can cook often for him since he won’t for himself. B)

He will just put you in a car and drive for hours to no destination and blast that 80s and 90s music just to see that smile on your face.

This man will 100000000000% destroy any spider within a 10 mile radius of you.

He understands not liking people who are fake because there were a lot of people who talked shit about him when he went to school, and when he has a problem with someone he will always say it to their face and make them understand that they’re a piece of shit to him.

NSFW:

You like being dominated and guided? Good, because this man is at least 95% a top. He thinks it’s adorable that you’re shy and will most definitely be willing to guide you through the whole thing and tell you exactly what to do for him.

Jeff is really possessive tbh, so when he’s fucking you he will constantly say shit like,

“Fucking mine”

“You’re nobody elses“

“You belong to me, only”

This man will definitely bite you everywhere, he lives to just throw you down onto the bed and start biting everywhere on your body and making sure to leave marks just so you know exactly who owns you.

Don’t worry honey, he will spend hours just filling you with his cock and telling you that you cant cum unless you beg more, or he’ll just pull out right when you’re about to cum on him and just slap your folds with his fingers as a way to make fun of you.

He’ll call you things like, “baby” “dollface” “darling” when he’s feeling passionate but oh boy if he’s feeling angry or he’s punishing you? Be prepared to be degraded all night.

There we go <3

Sorry if this is too long lmfao, I just think that Jeff is a really misunderstood piece of shit. I hope you’re having a great day and taking care of yourself, and I hope you enjoyed this matchup. :)

#creepypasta smut #creepypasta #matchup #creepypasta matchups #jeff the killer #anon ask #smut

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certifiedceraunophile · 3 years ago

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Hello! I’m your Klaroline Swap gifter👀 I am sorry it's taken me this long to reach out but I've finally gotten to it! I am excited to be writing for you and wanted to ask a few questions about your gift. Wanted to know about your all-time favorite tropes and side pairings? Any Caroline friendships you like? Any tropes or pairings you don't like? Any pet peeves with KC fic? Any smut preferences? Anything you especially want to see or any info you'd like me to know? Hope you have a great day!💖

Heyyy!! Thank you for sending me this ask, and please don't apologize, it’s all good 💖 I hope you're having a great day too! So I’ll just jump in and answer all your questions ✌🏾✨

I am so so sorry it got this long, like so long, I really tried to condense it, but I have no concept of short and concise so now I have to put this below a cut 😭🙃😭

All time favourite tropes:

[see here's the thing I dont exactly *know* what tropes are so I'm just gonna yeet a bunch of HIGHLY specific prompt-thingies that make me tingle at you and you can do w them what you wish- like take out certain parts you want to use, or base other tropes off of them anything you wish really, even if you choose to ignore all of them I won't be holding it against you dw!]

Ok so I love love the "I was just captured by the bad guys and very harshly uh demanded to sell you out, but I didnt, bc even though I might posture like you’re the scourge of the earth and would gladly see you dead, I in fact, do not want you dead and will therefore not be selling you out and will handle mild -emphasis on mild please do not hurt either of my babies too much- torture instead and oops! look at that, you just overheard this exact exchange where I stand my ground and refuse to betray you, and now you’ve gone feral over your loyalty kink and are spouting promises of never letting go of me, which honestly I cannot bring myself to be mad at."

I love love love the forced bedsharing trope which then leads to accidental cuddling, where one party [caroline] is just very very annoyed that their body sought the warmth of a cockroach fucknugget being [klaus] and the fucknugget party is just very very smug about being the other party's personal space heater, and nuzzles them and cuddles tighter and asdfghjkl I'm getting tingly just thinking about it, and like says w a husky sleepy voice “don't move” and cuddles closer. jfc please I’m a basic bitch with very basic wants.

I absolutely LOVE the "we work on opposite enemy sides, but now we have to band together to defeat one common enemy and honestly I am NOT glad that I constantly wanna throw you against a wall, and not all reasons for said wall-throwing are strictly to inflict violence on you."

I also LOVE the "fuck youre bleeding/hurt/injured and fucking hell I dont know why my hands are shaking while I attend to your wounds but god it is, and now I'm not sure exactly how deep you've furrowed into my heart and stuck yourself there like a dickheaded leech."

Now I feel like I have given you many tropes, but I also feel like i didnt in fact help you at all, bc I'm not sure these are uh tropes?? but anyway those are some highly specific...scenes?? I have a very deep bias for

[you obviously dont HAVE to write ANY of them if you dont want to]

And also if I had to give you a clear cut trope to follow, I absolutely LOVE the enemies-to tentative allies-to lovers trope, in which one party is just working really really hard to get to the lovers part, and the other is working really really hard not to get to the lovers part, but caves later on, bc really the fucker grows on you. [Featuring Klaus as the "high key besotted already pursuing Caroline"-person, and Caroline is the "I am very very annoyed w this wooing, but I am more annoyed this wooing is working"-person. And also, I like my Klaus E V I L, But really really really *soft* for Caroline.]

Also if by tropes you meant settings, Like AU's, literally anything works, I have a personal bias for Crime AU's when it comes to enemies to lovers, and Canon is the ultimate enemies to lovers AU, but honestly you can use which ever one you want, I am not entirely sure myself if I have a specific preference here, AH, Fantasy, Supernatural, Scifi, it's all good.

[I however am not extremely fond of Historical Settings]

Again you are not required to follow any of these tropes at all if you don't wish to, I just require you to have a lot of fun writing and love the beauty you write yourself first!

Side pairings:

Ok I LOVE me some Kennett [kol + bonnie] but I also LOVEEE kolenzo [Kol and Enzo], I also am extremely just *heart eyes* at Bonenzo [Bonnie + enzo], but I absolutely DIE for Kennettzo [which is OT3 of Kol Bonnie and Enzo]

Kalijah is also a-ok w me, and I feel like I dont have any other side pairings I'd like die to see I guess. If you choose not to go with these side pairings its perfectly alright.

Caroline Friendships:

Ok this I can answer without rambling like an idiot, I love love love love :

Bonnie + Caroline [like i love this so much it physically hurts me, they both deserve so so so much better]

Kol + Caroline [I will literally touch a frog, and I have a phobia of frogs, to have one full conversation w these two idiots]

Enzo + Caroline [Honestly enzoline brotp makes me wanna sob happy tears bc they are so perfect together]

Katherine + Caroline + Rebekah [bad bitch meets head bitch meets super bitch, what could possibly go wrong]

Tropes and Pairings I dont like:

NOTPS:

Kolvina, stebekah, delena, stelena, datherine, steferine, Haylijah, Marcel+Rebekah, Matt+Rebekah, Bamon, Kai+bonnie, beremy.

And I think that's about it? mostly I just hate elena stefan damon and hayley and I am not fond of them w anyone, I hate all canon Rebekah relationships, and I dont like seeing Bonnie with anyone other than enzo or kol.

Tropes:

I am totally not fond of the Kill Liz for plot reasons trope, like seriously killing Caroline's mom is not ok w me, but I am totes fine if she's like already dead as part of Caroline's backstory, just don't show me Liz dying in the story as a part of the plot.

Any form of sire-bond-y or like sire-bond adjacent or like any form of deal/bargain/agreement that gives Klaus even a tiniest bit of power over Caroline's free will and choices, is just not for me, like at all, no matter how well it's done, I can't stand it.

not fond of any form of prisoner/hostage tropes, like klaus kidnapping caroline or caroline kidnapping klaus and holding each other hostage and stuff like that.

Death as a plot point doesnt work for me? and really I'd prefer if there were no major character deaths at all.

Friends to lovers trope is not for me, childhood friends to lovers trope is definitely not for me.

I don't like any sort of redemption arc really, anything that starts with Klaus as a “bad” dude and ends with him being a relatively “good” dude is not for me.

Any form of infidelity, like ofc especially in between Klaus and Caroline is just [shudder] hard pass, but like I also hate it when Caroline or Klaus cheat on anybody at all.

Also all the tropes and like themes I'm not comfy w that I mentioned in my original Gift Request still stand.

KC Pairing Pet peeves

ok This I can answer easily bc I have like a FEW,

I hate a woobified Klaus so much, like so much, I hate all TO!Klaus characterizations but this one is the worst, absolutely not here for it, I am not here to feel sorry for this mf I want to feel really deliriously GIDDY at how evil he is and how whipped he is for Caroline, but like concentrating on Klaus's manpain is not something I really wanna read.

Caroline excusing Klaus's bullshit, or like being a push over-y “it's ok, I understand why you did it” person is not for me, bc she never was one to begin w, she never did rationalize or justify Klaus's behaviour, she always held him accountable and told him what a difficult son of a bitch he is every chance she got.

I don't like arcs where Caroline is Klaus's redemption? like Caroline bringing Klaus into the "light" or whatever I am not here for it, like at all, I like Klaus staying evil while being endlessly in love with Caroline, and Caroline being able to be w a man she knows is a selfish evil ruthless grade A asshole, but will literally also choke himself to death for Caroline, cuz the man is whipped as fuck.

I also absolutely am not a fan of arcs where like Caroline remains "pure" or whatever, like that's just not for me, I am totally fine, actually MORE than fine for ruthless Caroline who is willing to do deplorable shit to get to her goal and protect her people, like Caroline being extremely almost evilly pragmatic just gives me a boner, and pretty sure gives Klaus one too. Klaus "protecting" Caroline's so called innocence is uh off putting for me personally. And her remaining this pure white light princess of good and Klaus being attracted to the *good* in her is um, nope.

Smutty Preferences

Honestly I’m very easy when it comes to smut [and u totally dont have to write me any if you dont want to]

I do not like:

non con/dub con, anal sex, Strict and/or elaborate Bdsm themes, [light undertones are ok], drunk sex, sex that’s basically infidellity [like caroline/klaus cheating on someone else w each other] , gagging, choking, Extremely rough emotionless sex, sex as a bargain, or as a part of a bargain.

Smut preferences:

I like reading oral sex, especially Klaus going down on Caroline

light bondage like being tied up [either Klaus/Caroline I enjoy both]

Sex toys are really really good, like love reading Klaus using one on Caroline, or Caroline using one on herself and Klaus watching

I do have a special love for praise kink, especially Klaus being really just in awe of Caroline during the do and expressing it uninhibitedly

Dirty Talk is GREAT

I enjoy both Klaus and Caroline in a dominant role, but I usually love it when both of them share the dominance equally, I’m just not into “Yes master” and “Yes mistress” level of dominance. I guess the word I’m looking for is Vanilla dominance lmao.

Bloodplay is also great if they're vampires.

And Klaus and Caroline leaving marks on each other is *swoon*.

I love reading possessive!klaus and possessive!caroline in equal measure so really your choice.

Hot and Dirty sex with a an undercurrent of emotion and devotion, want and need and all that nice stuff is great!

But I do have a list of words I’m not really a big fan of coming across when I’m reading smut:

Any word for vagina that’s not wetness, or folds or lips, is squicky, cunt is not a problem, pussy however is squick.

Clit is clit; little nub, bundle of nerves, all of that makes the med student in me really anxious lmao.

Any word for Cock that’s not cock is squick.

Juices, cream, semen are squicky, I just prefer come or release.

Ok these are seemingly innocent words but moist, engorged, gaping, drooling, sopping are not words I like seeing in context of smut.

So yeah that’s about it, I know hi, it’s been what, eleventy bajillion years since the beginning of this ask, I am so so so sorry for being this difficult, and really, LIKE SERIOUSLY, except for my squicks you are more than welcome to just skip past everything else, since I’m not really that hard to please, as long as the no-no’s are not there in what I read and the dynamic I asked for is even just vaguely followed I will be really really really happy and really I just want you to have fun writing whatever you feel like cooking up, I’m superrrr excited to see your interpretation of my request!!!

[Also Please please send me another ask clarifying you got my answer and also telling me I haven't frightened you with this long ass rambling list of okay’s and no-no’s bc honestly I am just anxiously debating if I should answer this ask like this or yeet half of it and vaguely rewrite the answer.]

Hope you have a great day lovely!! I am once again sorry for being this difficult. ✨💖🤝🏾

#kc sweet swap #anon ask

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queen-syko · 7 years ago

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Misha Collins x Reader: Coffee

Author: Francesca Roman

Warnings: Cursing, Light Smut, Ignorance

Word Count: 2,000+

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It was a cool fall morning. My eyes flutter open as I hear thunder shake the whole house. Yet another stormy morning in Vancouver, Canada. I didn't want to get out of the warm comfort of my bed but I had no other choice. I had to get up and get ready for another wacky day on the set of Supernatural. I sat up in my bed, stretching my arms above my head then grabbing my phone off of the bedside table, putting in my password, then turn my wifi back on.

Immediately, notifications from Facebook, Snapchat, Instagram, Twitter and my emails start filing through my screen as expected. I was fixated on my emails more than everything else because that's how I communicate with my work and coworkers (call me old fashioned). None of the emails caught my attention then my eyes traveled up to the time.

I felt my eyes bulge out of my head and quickly jump out of bed, leave my phone on my bed then rush into my bathroom which was connected to my bedroom. I started stripping my clothing from my body then turned on the shower. I have to wait for the water to warm up so I looked into my mirror and noticed I was starting to get a couple pimples on my face.

I huffed then took my toothbrush and squeezed out some Colgate toothpaste onto the bristles. I start brushing my teeth and tongue. I heard my cell start ringing and jogged over to my bed with my toothbrush still in my mouth. I pressed the answer button and held it up to my ear. "Hello." I muffled walking back into the bathroom to rinse my toothbrush and mouth.

"Hey Y/n, I know you're running late so don't even sweat it because I am too. How about I pick you up and we ride together so we don't have to get shitted on one by one?" I smiled as Osric's voice sounded through my speaker. I spit out the toothpaste and extra saliva into the sink and said, "Yeah sure, thanks buddy. Hopefully we won't get shitted on at all."

I rinsed my mouth with water then mouthwash as Osric went on about why we shouldn't get in trouble. "Okay dude, I gotta get in the shower you know where I live. Thanks, see you in a little bit." He laughed and said, "Okay bye buddy." Then I hung up and threw my phone on my bed. I got into the shower, cringing back as the extremely hot water runs down my body.

I adjust the water then begin to wash my hair and body. I shave my legs, accidently cutting my ankle from going to quick along my skin with the razor. I rinse my body and hair once more before washing my face to try and help with the acne problem. I shut my spout off then get out of the shower. I wrap my soaking wet body with a fluffy blue towel. I walk over to my closet and pull out a pair of black leggings and an over sized t shirt. I walk over to my dresser and pull out a pair of socks, underwear, and a bra.

I dry myself off and put a bandaid on my razor cut and put on my undergarments. I slide the over sized shirt over my head the put on my black leggings. I put my socks on then slide on a pair of brown boots. I grab the towel and dry my hair almost all the way. I brush it out of the way, into the nicest style I could come up with right now.

I grab my phone and bag the shut off my lights in my bedroom and bathroom then walked down my stairs. The weather outside was still horrible. Thunder and lightening was coming thicker with each passing minute. I hear a beep outside my house and open the door after grabbing a raincoat. I put on my coat and pull the hood over my head. I close and lock my door then run over to the big black suv. I oped the door and sat next to Osric.

The suv pulled foward and started driving down the street. "Maybe we should move in together since we're always late." Osric said looking at me. "Nice outfit by the way. Who bought you that t shirt?" I looked down at my shirt sighed. I forgot this shirt had I ♡ Misha on the front. "Shut up." I mumbled then laid my head against the window and waited for us to be dropped off.

About ten minutes later Osric and I walked through the set doors, immediately getting looks from some of the crew members. "Well look what the cat dragged in. Nice t shirt by the way." A snide voice sounded from the set in front of us. It was Hailey Spencer. She is playing as a guest star. She happens to be one of the girls I hated in high school. "Blow me Hailey. At least I look better than you for being late."

The words left my mouth before I could think. I heard covered laughter coming from the guys around me. Hailey didn't say anything she just glared at me and started talking to one of the stunt guys again. Osric and I parted ways. He was being dragged off to make up while I was being dragged off to wardrobe. I quickly dressed into Finley's clothing then walked over to hair and make up.

They restyled my hair then put on a quick coat of simple make up. It's not like we were filming a fighting scene where I needed fake blood and cuts. I had to film a scene with Misha today. I was nervous. I rarely ever film with Misha because we usually goof off and get yelled at and because I've got the biggest crush on him but I don't think he's noticed.

"Okay you're good to go girly. See you later." Geinie said as I got up and thanked her then left the make up station. I jogged over to the set where Misha and I needed to film. A director, some crew and Misha sat there waiting patiently for me to get there. "Hey guys I'm sorry I'm late. My alarm clock didn't go off. Let's get this going."

Misha smiled at me then looked at the director that was filming this episode. "I'm glad you finally got here. But yes, let's get 'this' going" John said motioning to the scene. "Marker! Episode 47. Scene 12. Take 1 and Action!" I heard a snap then the cameras started rolling. Misha quickly got into the famous character, Castiel and I had gotten into Finley. I leaned against the table and looked up at him. He was so handsome. He stated his lines and I said mine. This went on with many slip ups and goofy comments in between slip ups. We finished the scene and then we were dismissed.

I have a couple more scenes with J2 a little bit later so I walked over to the coffee table and started filling my cup with a hot brew. As I managed my cup with sugar and cream I jumped about a mile high when I heard a deep voice sound next to my ear. I almost spilled my coffee but didn't because coffee is too big of a deal to spill it.

"I thought you wern't going to make it." Misha said with a smirk on his perfect lips. "Yeah well I'm here so." I took a sip of the simmering Columbian brew and smiled. "I'm taking that's your first cup if the day?" I smiled and took another sip, nodding. "One of one hundred if I'm going to be working with J2 later." His eyes met mine and my heart fluttered.

His eyes were the perfect shade of blue. It's like I could see the whole Pacific ocean in those eyes. Misha waved a hand in front of my face and I snapped out of whatever trance I was in. I'm guessing he asked something because he was waiting for an answer. "I'm sorry I'm still half asleep. What did you ask?" I said staring into his eyes once again.

"I'm having a small party later to celebrate turning the big four 'o. Maybe you can swing by. I mean only if you want to. I'm not trying-" He started to ramble and I smiled. I cut him off by cover his mouth with my hand. "Sure, where is it?" I asked and he just looked amazed.

"It's at my apartment. It's nothing major just the guys, some crew. Gen might come with Jared." I nodded and took another sip. "Okay I'll be there, I gotta go run lines with Jensen. He said he would help me with this scene we're supposed to be filming today. I'll see you later Misha." He smiled at me and I returned the notion. I turned and walked out of set and over to Jensen's trailer. I gotta get myself one of these.

Later on that night it was about six thirty when we all finished filming. I changed out of Finley's clothing and into an extra outfit I kept in wardrobe and left my outfit from this morning in there. It was still pouring so I took my raincoat and put it on. I took out my phone and called for a ride to Misha's. He doesn't live that far from me.

So if anything I could just walk home from his after the party. The black suv pulled up and got into the front seat. "Hey what's up Rob?" He smiled at me and said, "Nothing really. Where am I taking you tonight Y/n?" I looked out the window as we started moving. "Misha's. He's having a birthday party." He said okay and we pulled out of the set area.

We pulled up outside of Misha's place and I thanked him and got out of the suv. He rolled down the window and asked, "Do you need a ride later?" I said, "No if anything I'll just walk. I live like down the street. Thanks Rob. See you whenever." We waved to each other and I walked into the building and rang the buzzer to Misha's apartment.

"Hello?" A deep voice pounced through the speaker. "It's me. Let me in." Immediately, he hit the buzzer and unlocked the door. As I walked though the door a voice from behind me came about. "Wait! Hold the door!" That voice. It was Hailey's. "Oh Y/n." She said as she walked closer to the door. "It's could close the door and lock you out."

She rolled her eyes and walked in after I did. "Whatever let's just get upstairs." I walked over to the elevator and pressed the up button. Nothing was said until we were closed in the elevator together. "I'm surprised Misha even invited you. Misha doesn't even like you." I didn't say anything and waited for this ride from hell to be over.

She spoke up again, "You know him and I are so close. We're practically together." That was when I open my mouth. "Hailey he is like twenty years older than you are. He could be your father. Just shut the fuck up and stop taking to me. You're fucking annoying voice is giving me a migraine." The elevator dinged and I brushed passed her and walked down to Misha's door with Hailey I'm tow. I knocked and the door opened up quickly. Misha's smile matched my own as our eyed connected.

"Come on in sweetheart." I smiled and walked through the door. Misha went to go close it when Hailey pushed it open. "Don't forget me!" Her high pitched voice said coming into the room. She brought Misha into a long hug. Anyone with eyes could see the discomfort in his soul. I sighed as she let go of him and kissed his cheek. She walked passed us and I just stared at Misha.

"Sorry about her. She knows I don't like her. I made that clear when she tried to kiss me on set two weeks ago." I nodded and my eyes connected with his. He held his arms open, waiting for me to give him a hug. "Can I get a hug from my bed friend?" Right, friend. I smiled and wrapped my arms around his neck. He was warm and strong. He smelled like watermelon and cinnamon. We pulled apart but not to the point where we let go fully.

Our faces were close. I could feel his minty breath on my face. He was inching closer. Out lips were about to connect but we're interrupted by the buzzer sounding right by our heads. I jumped a little and felt my cheeks become rosy. "You should get that." I backed away from him and smiled. He nodded. He had a faint pigment of pink laying on his cheeks too. He was adorable. Did I just call a forty year old man adorable? Fuck yes I did. Oops.

I turned away from him and slugged my coat off my shoulders. I took it off completely and held it in my hands until Misha came up to me and took it from me. "I can put that in the other room. Make yourself at home." He smiled and left me alone. I walked through the short hallway and could hear laughter and music coming from where I presumed it was the living room.

I saw Jensen and Jared playing darts, Hailey talking to Jared stunt, and some other crew sitting on the couches or standing around drinking and/or conversing with each other. I looked at Jared and Jensen once I heard my name being called. "Come over here Y/n." I smiled and walked over to the two younger men. I was only a few months older than them but Misha was two years older than me.

"What are yah drinking?" Jared asked throwing a dart at the board. "Got Red's?" He smiled and nodded. "Here, I knew it was your favorite so I stocked up on it." Misha said behind me. His hand slipped onto my waist and he handed me my favorite beer.

"Thanks Mish." It was already opened as I took it into my hands. His hand never left my waist. I sipped on my beer and felt myself leaning towards Misha. Jared and Jensen went back to playing darts. Misha and I watched as we sat on bar stools talking amongst ourselves.

Two hours had passed and Misha had his arm around my shoulder now. I wasn't going to complain because I was completely falling for him so why not let it happen? Nothing could ruin this right now. "Want another?" Misha asked pointing to my empty bottle. I already have four. If I went passed five I would be completely hammered. I smiled and nodded. He got up and stumbled over to the fridge and got out his and my favorite beers and stumbled back over to where I sat.

He popped them open and sat back down next to me, sliding his arm around my waist and bringing me closer to him. He was so cute when he was drunk. We sipped on our beers and just enjoyed each others company as we watched everyone mingle and party. Misha turned his head and laid it onto my shoulder, and into the crease of my neck. I froze when his hot breath hit my skin.

"You smell so good." He stood up and moved in front of me. I stood up as he set my beer on the counter with his and leaned down to nudge his face back into my neck. I felt him humming on my skin. He wrapped his arms around my waist until we were completely evolved with one another. My arms found their way around his shoulders, almost as if we were dancing. A nice calm song came on as I saw him look up at me. Our eyes connected. "Happy Birthday Misha."

I heard people leaving but I was too focused on Misha to care if I had said goodbye to everyone. I did see Jared and Jensen look at us then leave quietly while dragging Hailey along with them. The door closed and it was now just us, alone together. The music was going softer. J2 probably changed it before leaving. He laid his forehead onto mine. As he inched closer to my face my eyes fluttered shut. Our lips finally connected and fuck, I was so fuzzy inside.

Our lips moved in motion. We both were trying so hard not to miss the opportunity of receiving each and every breath of each other. His lips were like hot silk as they moved with mine. His hands roamed down to my ass, bringing me closer to him to feel his bulge in his jeans press to my stomach. He brought his lips down to my neck and began sucking and biting each and every unmarked area.

"Jump baby." He said grabbing my ass again. I jumped up and he held me to his body, his lips never leaving my neck. He brought us over to his couch and I straddle him. He moved my hair out of my face and kissed my lips softly. "You're so perfect." He said looking into my eyes. I smiled and pecked his lips once more.

"I-" He went to speak but i brought his lips up to mine and kissed him once more before pulling away. "What's wrong?" I asked holding him closely. "I have to tell you something if we're going to keep going." He said seeming very concerned. "What is it Mish? Is everything okay?"

I asked placing my hands on his cheeks. "Everything is fine but I just-" He stalled for a second, "I'm in love with you." I froze and just stared into his eyes unable to reciprocate a response. I just leaned down to his face and kissed his perfect lips softly. His lips moved with mine slowly. "I'm in love with you to Misha." He smiled and pulled me closer. "Really? You mean that?"

The thunder and lightening rumbled the windows. The rain wasn't letting up anytime soon and for once I was happy that I just couldn't run, it's not like I wanted to. "I'm really do mean it. I've been in love with you for weeks now. I just didn't think you felt the same. Clearly, I was wrong." He laughed and kissed my lips. Thunder sounded louder than before and made me jump. "I was thinking the same thing you were honey." I looked into his ocean blue eyes. "Why don't we move this to the other room?" I nodded and he lifted me up with him and started kissing me while moving to his bedroom. This is going to be one hell of a night.

.....

The light of the sun glared through the drawn curtains. The smell of watermelon and cinnamon filled my nostrils. I felt warmth on my back and Misha's arms wrapped around my body. His breath tickled my face as he held me so close. I brought my hand up to his cheeks and caressed it. I rubbed my thumb along his cheekbone. I kissed his lips and then nudged my face into his chest again.

He sighed and pulled me closer. His hand came up and started rubbing my back in circles. "Morning baby." He kissed the top of my head and hugged me closer until I could barely breath. I brought my face up to his and our lips connected once again. This was perfect. I noticed we were still naked from last night and I felt his chest rumble in a low chuckle. "Guess what?" He said looking at me. I hummed in a response. "We're late." I giggled and snuggled closer to him. "Just a few more mintues then we can start rushing around like chickens with our heads cut off." He laughed and kissed my lips once more.

Yup, perfect.

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