#ps I suck at drawing blood

[cjhern1109]

Horrortale Frisk’s cooking VS Horrortale Sans’ cooking…which one would you choose~

@frans-monthly - PROMPT: Cooking

And before anyone gets on me, @shorukarts I know what it looks like but I swear that I already had this idea for Horrortale and was too lazy to change it😭

Anyways here is a bonus after Frisk made dinner

[miguel-ohara-lover]

Kinktober day 10 - Ghost!Miguel

Prompt list

CW: nsfw, ghost, ftm!reader, kinda creepy, “pussy”/“cunt” used, squirting, eating out

Note: Tonight is gonna be a bit short because uh yeah depression fucking sucks ass… anyway- I like ghosts :] (🎶if you have ghoosssttt you have everythiiing-🎶)

Ps don’t question it it’s fictiooooonnnn…

Creepy stuff never bothered you before, and hey creepy generally meant cheaper. So when you heard of this really nice house that was half price do you a murder that took place, fuck yeah you wanna buy that shit. A little murder didn’t hurt especially when it meant you get cheap shit and it’s not like you committed the crime sooo…

The random noises and random moving objects was all easy to explain away. You probably forgot you moved it or it was probably the wind. Easy shit to explain. Though… seeing a figure of a man in the hallway was weird… You thought someone had broken in but as you got closer he disappeared.

This started happening more often, you’d see him, try to approach, and he’d vanish. He didn’t run and hide, he just went poof. Eventually you learned to not approach him, and instead would wave. After a few times he waved back, and that surprised you. Before it didn’t seem like he knew you were there, and know he’s acknowledged your existence.

He started sticking around more, started to acknowledge your presence more. He was very handsome for whatever the fuck he was. You figured he was a ghost, a spirit trapped in the mortal realm after his untimely death.

You noticed he would hang around more often, watching what you did or what you had on the tv. It didn’t bother you, and it was kind of nice knowing you had friendly eyes on you. At least you thought he was friendly, considering he hasn’t tried to possess and or murder you by now.

Some quick research told you what you were curious about. His name was Miguel O’Hara, his murder was unsolved. Perhaps that’s why he hung around, unfinished business and all. You tried to get him to open up to you, but he never spoke a word to you. He would just watch you and vanish before any progress is made.

One day, you were getting dressed in the morning when you noticed out of the corner of your eye he was standing in the doorway. He was watching you, but you didn’t feel unsafe.

“You have scars. Did someone hurt you?” He spoke for the first time since you met him. His voice surprised you. It sounded soft and distant, almost an echo to it.

It took you a moment to realize what he was referring to. “Oh.” You looked down at yourself, then back at him. “No, they’re just from surgery.”

“Ah. Okay then.” He nods and looks around your room.

“Do you have to stand there while I get dressed?” You chuckled a little. You didn’t entirely mind, what could he do he’s dead. He didn’t respond, and instead stood there like he had been.

You shrugged and continued changing, removing your pants and underwear. You bent over looking at your dresser for some panties. He looked over and would have blushed if he had blood. Your pussy looked so perfect to him, so wet and just asking for his attention.

“I can feel you staring.” You spoke up, still bend over. Suddenly, cold hands grabs your bare hips. You let out a small gasp as the freezing touch. He moves a hand from your hip to your pussy, dragging a cold finger through your slick folds and sending shivers through your body.

He stayed silent as a finger slipped inside you, making you shudder and moan. Part of you wondered how this was possible, how was he able to touch you if he’s dead. You weren’t complaining, but the wonder was still there. The thoughts were immediately forgotten, however, when you felt another finger circle your clit, drawing louder moans from you.

Miguel seemed pleased with, and pulled his hand away. It was silent and still for a moment, and you started to wonder if he had walked away. That was until you felt something else against your cunt, something hard.

You bit your lip as you felt his cock push into you, stretching your already tight pussy. Fuck he was big. How could anyone wanna murder a guy with THAT in his pants. He held onto your hips, guiding you down his shaft until your pelvis was against his. Miguel’s hands moved upward, under your shirt as he felt your body, his fingers eventually finding your scars and touching the flesh.

He turned his attention to your nipples, lightly tugging and teasing, earning little grunts of pleasure from you. He enjoyed that sound, it made his dick twitch. Your pussy contracted around him and he groaned slightly, starting to thrust his hips slow at first.

Miguel steadily picked up the pace until he was slamming into you at an inhuman speed. You cried out and moaned into the palm of your hand as this spirit ravaged your cunt. You were dripping wet just from the initial touches to your pussy. A hand went back down and played with your clit, gently tugging and rubbing circles as you whined.

It was so overstimulating, everything was pulling you closer and closer to the edge. The warm knot in your gut formed quickly, with all this pleasure it wasn’t hard. He was eager and ready to please, ready to pleasure you in any way he could, you were gorgeous to him.

You let out a loud moan as you came from his fingers and cock. His pelvis and lower torso were drenched from you squirting on him. The sight made him unravel immediately. He groaned and grunted as he spilled inside you, ice cold cum filling your pussy as his fingers moved faster, drawing more squirt juices from you and making you cry out.

He pulled out and released your clit from the torment. You panted and leaned against your dresser to stay upright, clit twitching from so much stimulation. He couldn’t help but admire you even more, so soaking wet from cumming, it drove him made

Miguel moved onto his knees and licked your pussy, making you moan and whimper slightly. He loved those sounds so much. His mouth wrapped around your clit and he sucked gently, making you cry out once more. He was so eager, happily pleasuring your clit all over again. He pushed his cold fingers into your pussy and finger fucked you roughly as he licked and sucked your clit, hoping for another shower.

You whined and rocked your hips a little, rubbing your pussy on his face as the pleasure overtook you. You saw stars in the air as reality melted away, and all you could think of was Miguel’s mouth, pleasing your cunt so perfectly. He wrapped his arms around your thighs, holding you against his face, eating you out as if it were his last meal.

His grip tightened and you could feel another orgasm building up inside you. It wasn’t long before you came a second time, squirting once more and giving Miguel that shower he wanted. He didn’t stop going to town on your cunt, however. He just couldn’t get enough, holding your trembling legs as he feasted.

Eventually he did stop, after making you cum a third… fourth… and fifth time. By then you were gone, thoughts incoherent and words just a mumbling mess, unable to keep yourself up anymore. He helped you into bed, wiping up any mess left on you and tucking you in.

“That was fun.” He spoke up. In your sleepy mindless state all you could manage was “mhm”. He didn’t mind, smiling down at you as you drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

He’d watch over you of course. Always.

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Tag list(feel free to ask to be on it):

@6thhokageswife @zaunsin @famouscattale @m4dyy @thedevax @migueloharastruelove @queerponcho @lynnxnnyl

[1dk-whoshifter]

Unfairness & Bella's position in fanfiction .ᐟ

Ahh (ง •`⎽´•)ง well well well and the opponents of this week is~..

The way Twilight could be written and How Bella seems to catch crap no matter what happens to her in rewrites/Fanfiction.

Point in case ☝🏿🤓 she's either written out or becomes a side point human ✌🏿✊🏿✌🏿✊🏿 . Like give me a Bella who's life is still interlocked with the supernatural world despite never meeting him or despite them not being love interest (っ ͡¬ ₃ ͡¬)っ

Give me Jane x bella or Tanya x bella hell even Victoria x bella side stories would be acceptable.

Like, come on!!! stories where Bella stays human and becomes a teacher like she wanted, having a peaceful stress-free *cough* Renee*cough* life.

Anywho I think Twilight vampires have it rougher than any other vampires genre, like I know what you're thinking but hold on and listen.

1) They can't Eat, Sleep, Cry or wear makeup.

They sparkle so they can get a taste of normalcy but not enough to make them 'human'.

They can't wear makeup, dyed their hair, wear contacts for to long, or play any strength based games with humans.

Oh 🤓☝🏿 and did I forget to mention they can't do drugs nor drink alcohol of any kind.. So yeah..

The things that the human body normally does to gain serotonin, the twilight vampires are unable to do whatsoever.. so their ment to be miserable and sober until they get their lives together like.. 😬

2) blood singers are canonical for every vampire so it doesn't matter if you're a older vegan and you somehow have curved human blood since the moment you were born, you will eventually meet that one person who will f*** your streak up.

3) suicide always been possible in Vampire media for most vampires to commit suicide whether it's burning yourself alive, or decapitating oneself, ripping one's heart out or a stake or holy water, some way somehow vampires have been able to get death after ..death.

4) but Twilight vampires are unable to do anything like that because they have to be dismembered, burned and then the Ashes are basically scattered before they're truly at rest after immortality.

So in short being a Twilight vampire would f****** suck! 😭💔

but do I still want to do it?... yes🥹🥲

. I really have to stop sporadically writing at 3am.⚈̀ ᴗ ́⚈

-Dirty D∅x

Ps. That person with Bella in the drawing isn't Bella's love interest, but what I'm gonna call mini Døx and he usually is added into a drawing when it pertains to a gender neutral imaginary reader~ - BigDøx

[nalyra-dreaming]

Is it true that when armand has lestat tortured and imprisoned, during the events in Paris, that he keeps him in in Magnus’ tower? Because if so that is so psychologically fucked up

Noooootttttt quite. He keeps him in Lestat's own theater.

Armand lives in the tower.

Armand who lived still on the land I'd given him, in the very tower where I'd been made by Magnus, Armand who still commanded the thriving coven of the Theater of the Vampires in the boulevard du Temple, which still belonged to me.

Lestat goes to him, and Armand takes him to the theater and throws him there into the cellars beneath his (own!) theater, starves and tortures him with dead blood until the trial.

What was this place, this enormous building? Was this the boulevard du Temple? And then the descent into that hideous cellar full of ugly copies of the bloodiest paintings of Goya and Brueghel and Bosch.

And finally starvation as I lay on the floor of a brick-lined cell, unable even to shout curses at him, the darkness full of the vibrations of the passing omnibuses and tramcars, penetrated again and again by the distant screech of iron wheels. Sometime in the dark, I discovered a mortal victim there. But the victim was dead. Cold blood, nauseating blood. The worst kind of feeding, lying on that clammy corpse, sucking up what was left. And then Armand was there, standing motionless in the shadows, immaculate in his white linen and black wool.

After the trial Armand takes Lestat back to the tower, all the way up, and gives him Claudia's yellow dress (in which she burned).

And then we went up and up through the old tower to the roof.

Why did I hold this thing, this little dress? I looked out from Magnus's battlements and I saw the city had come to get me. It had reached out its long arms to embrace the tower, and the air stank of factory smoke.

And then Armand... throws Lestat off of Magnus' tower (in a scene that is eerily familiar to episode 5):

He was drawing closer, and in a dark flash his hand went out, and my head went back, and I saw the sky and the city of Paris upside down. I was falling through the air. And I went down and down past the windows of the tower, until the stone walkway rose up to catch me, and every bone in my body broke within its thin case of preternatural skin.

Armand ... tortures and keeps Lestat imprisoned in his own theater.

And then, after torturing him, making him testify against Claudia, then he throws him off of Magnus' tower.

So yeah. Not better imho. And very fucked up.

____

PS: A note to the torture and how Armand knew it would make it possible to have Lestat testify against Claudia:

This has been noted to happen to vampires by Eleni, and employed as a punishment by Armand before, against Nicki (though noted in later books) - this is what Eleni writes to Lestat:

But N., maddened by the pain and the starvation, for this can alter the temperament completely

Armand knew that starvation and drinking dead blood would make Lestat unable to comprehend what was happening, and almost mad.

And he went and starved him on purpose.

That's Armand for you.

[vampire--addicted]

Allow me to introduce myself

V^^^V

Greetings and Bienvenue!

I'm a vampire lover and decided to bring my obsession to tumblr hehe. To quote my friend Laszlo, "I became a vampire to suck blood and fuck forever".

I'm a amateur and shy artist, who like to write, draw, dance and read questionable books.

If you like all creepy and dark things, let's be friends \o/ ~and make vampire roleplay~

And, of course, I love to play Vampire The Masquerade, and i plan to post about my characters here~

PS. If you are a vampire hunter or member of the Second Inquisition, stay away! ♡

V^^^V

[itzy-pitzy]

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ IT MIGHT BE A LITTLE BLOODY 🍅🍅🍅

:3

So yeah, I made Venus, and maybe I was listening to crime and punishment by Ado while drawing this, and that's why it's a little sadder?

Oh, also another version of her but I suck at drawing blood :D

I love her design, created it like today, and totally in the morning, cool right?, and also, if you are curious, she is a malayan box turtle. It's her rottmnt design

Ps. I almost forgot to tell you that she is about 7-8 years old here, so she is still a baby. That's because I was also drawing kid Mikey, and while creating her, I just didn't stop :)

[rimmi1357]

Corrupted Gale or Me not liking his evil route in the game

Just saw this amazing Gale piece

And it gots me thinking, that I kinda do not like the 'evil' route for Gale. Let's start with I LOVE GALE! MY LOVE FOR GALE WILL TRANSEND TIME AND KICK MYSTRA RIGHT IN HER MAGIC.

Yes, art and evil Gale. I want not apowerhungry Gale but a magic comsumer Gale with a potential to go into fullblown corruption. Like a vampire but with magic, like a barbarian rage. If you consume a magic item you can power yourself.

The draw to it that the more you consume the more he chages. How with itilid larvae. I bet there is a monster in dnd that consumes magic and to which Gale can turn into.

And after getting the crown, he wouldn't become a God but a God-like powerful being that survives by sucking all the magic out of things. Next i'll go into shipping territory, don't mind me...he he ^^''

Astarion will let Gale indulge himself in magic when Gale will let Astarion indule himself in Gale's blood... if we change the orb we can like change that his blood is corrupted >.>

You know that in Astarion's story he does the ritual to became a true vampire? Gale uses that to enhance his own powers and with Astarion making vampire spawns, Corrupted Gale changes them slightly so they could walk under the sun but they need to consume magic now and we get A POWERFUL BBEG GAY COUPLE WITH AN ARMY OF VAMPIRE AND MAGIC VAMPIRE SPAWNS. And it's like for the campaign where in region all magic became very sparse and magic users suddenly began loosing their powers because something somewhere consumes it. With the experementation on vamp spaws Gale and Astarion create a more happy vampire spawns that can go out on the sun. But some spawns will stay as normal vampires because it's good to have different guards for the happy bbeg powercouple uwu

PS: I'M NOT SAYING THAT GAYS ARE EVIL! I'M GAY(PAN) AND I VIBE WITH THE IDEA OF POWERFUL GAYS RUNNING THE WORLD AND MAKING IT GREAT FOR THEMSELVES AND THEIR KIDS!!!

[badwasabi]

WRITING ADVICE: Feel Feeling Feels

Pop quiz, rhetorical substitute for the reader; why do you think feelings are called "feelings"? I dunno. Why? Because you feel them. Yeah, I kinda figured. No - I mean you physically feel them. How did you feel the last time you were upset? Upset. Ha-ha. You know what I mean. ...Sick? Like I ate bad food, or something. Good. How about angry. Hot. I wanted to break something. Someone. Where was the heat? Mostly in my neck and face. Ever hear about someone going red when they got angry? Or seen a picture or drawing of it? Yeah, of course I have-wait, that's what the hot feeling is? Yep. Blame it on a rush of blood to the head. Now, the next time you write an angry character, are you just going to write "he felt angry"? No. I'm going to write about the physical sensations. But what if the person getting emotional isn't the POV character? There are still external signs. Someone who's angry might get red, narrow their eyes, make fists, or flex their fingers, trying not to make fists. Someone who's scared might be jumpy. Their eyes might darting around the area, they flinch at the slightest sound.

Someone surprised might narrow their eyes (yes, again), let their mouth hang open, tilt their head, raise their eyebrows. Someone who's upset might let their shoulders slump, like all the energy just got sucked out of them. They might go to the bathroom more than usual, but you probably won't want to write that. Speaking from experience? Absolutely. Which brings me to my next point; use your experience. Chuck Palahniuk said that when most people get sick, they take medicine, but when writers get sick, we take notes. When you're really emotional, take notes. In fact, you might want to start writing down how the books and stories you read describe people's physical reactions. Or pay attention to the various TV shows and movies you watch. So, steal. Basically. It's not like there's a copyright on emotions, and they're surprisingly universal across cultures. Just...don't try to apply them to pets. Dogs and cats, for example, have a very different set of reactions to humans. Unless I want to anthropomorphize them. Make them feel more 'human'. So, cheating. Basically. You have learned well, grasshopper. PS: You're going to be tempted to say things like "her lip quivered with sadness" or "his brow furrowed in anger". Resist the urge.

That's the bad sort of cheating. It sucks the interest out of the reaction. You might as well write "that made her sad" or "He was angry". Which can be useful, under certain circumstances, like when you want "distance" from the emotional person. Such as watching them on camera. Or when the POV character or narrator doesn't care about them, or wants to downplay the other person's feelings. But most of the time? Try to avoid it.

[mywritingonlyfans]

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this short fic is about: a needy/emotional reader being fingered by dami.

warnings: it’s smut (you know what to do and i can’t like stop you, so just be careful (?) idk. fem!reader x damiano david. ps. i’m sorry if you already read something similar before bc i really like that fic so i decide to rewrite it with dami.

Your back hurts from the time you spent working at your desk.

Stress was running through your body, resulting in tears of frustration pooling in your eyes. Even so, being enfolded in Damiano’s arms made things endurable.

“Gonna tell me what happened with you, little one?” The tip of his nose slid down your neck, fitting his face into your shoulder.

The weather was cold. Your body, dressed in minimal clothes, was wrapped in between the covers that were now being shared with Damiano. He tried to accommodate you in his grip, in a delicious mixture of his scent along with his warmth. Fully dressed, in his open blazer and tailored pants, he let you squeeze him into your figure.

“Nothing at all," you sighed. "It was just a bad day. I’m feelin’ like pure shit.” He laughed, causing a sweet vibration in his chest that made you feel at home.

Words wouldn’t describe how grateful you were that he came home and went straight to you, without worrying about his own affairs first; or even removing his clothes to lie on the bed with you.

“D’ya wanna talk about it?” He whispered, placing soft kisses on your neck.

You dazed as soon as his teeth found your flesh, growling in his ear, “no. I’m hurting, 'm too tense.”

He sniffed at your inability to form sentences in the moment. Lovely sight to his eyes. Holding your face in his hand, he glued his lips to yours as you involuntary nestled your cheek in his palm; just like a puppy.

“So needy. I though you were simply sad darlin’.” He rubbed his thumb on the corners of your mouth, lowering his fingertips across all long your body. “I guess I'm gonna have to fix this, huh?”

You didn't answer him. Not that you need to. Honesty, you were guiding him to that. His touch were melting you inside. No more words were needed for him to understand that you were craving to be taken care of by him.

Your fingers grazed the soft skin above his underwear. Your breath speed up while his weight was put on top of yours, not in an exaggerated way but in a delicate one, his heaviness brought you comfort. He attacked your lips again, this time deepening it; putting in a fight with your tongue. You sank your head into the pillow, enjoying his taste on your mouth.

The calluses of his fingers danced on your lower belly, providing you goosebumps. “Dami,” you held his face, breaking the kiss and leaving a thin line of saliva connecting the two of you.

“Uh-huh,”

“Touch me,” you breathe out, putting your hand over his, pushing it down. “Please.”

Damiano knew what you needed, however hearing the words come out of your mouth was fascinating; inviting. So he always awaited you to verbalize what you wanted him.

“Gladly,” his murmur being muffled as he sucked on the skin of your collarbone. “So sweet.”

A delightful euphoric ardor filling your chest when you feel his fingers caress you, in smooth and slow circles, along to the marks he left on your top.

You dropped your head on his neck, depositing bites on his shoulder, while he dipped his fingers in your folds.

Your growl filled the room along with the wet noises you made. “Does it feel good, angel?” He kissed the side of your face at the same time that you clutched your arms around his shoulders; shoving your nose on his shining blazer.

As you muttered an incoherent agreement, he removed his digits, teasing the edges of your entrance with his tips, then pushing at you in a fast pace.

You clasped your fingerprints in his hair, holding his dominant hand while closing your leg in a reflex act.

“You’re so good, babe. You’re doing so good for me, taking my fingers so well, making ‘em all warm and moisturizer.” He said in a hoarse voice due to his altered breathing.

Touching his fist lightly on your inner thigh, he made you spread yourself for him again. He pressed his thumb on your clit, rubbing it firmly, increasing his movements inside you.

“Dami,” you cried out, noticing your throat getting dry by each breath.

You held on to him tighter than before, feeling your stomach tingle as tears formed in your eyes.

“Don’t you hide from me, babe. Let me admire how good I’m makin’ you feel.” He kissed your cheek, watching you lay your head back on the pillow.

Your breast rose and fell fiercely, your bottom lip caught in between your teeth as you tried to keep your eyes open for him.

“That’s my girl.” He curled his fingers in you, dropping strands of his hair fall on your forehead. “Keep your eyes open for me, baby girl.” He said as soon as you threatened to close your eyes.

You nodded, looking at him, taking note of how inviting his pink and swollen lips were. He smiled sweetly, a nice contrast to how he was making you feel, starting to widen his fingers just to close it right after; rigid like a scissors. You groaned loudly, ignoring what he had asked and closing your eyes tight. He laughed, shutting you up with his lips while your legs went limp as you messed up his hand.

He rubbed you until your breathing calmed, drawing lines around your groin with his thumb. “Better?” He asked, watching you open your eyes. You nodded, pulling him lazily to yourself for more kisses.

He played with your tongue, pecking your corners every once in a while; letting you soften into him. Squeezing your thigh, after giving it a quick but hard slap, he brought his index finger up to your lips, outlining them. You took his finger in your mouth, with his pierce eyes stuck on you as sucking it lightly; making him let out a deep sigh. You tasted yourself on him until he pulled his finger of you, sealing his lips with yours one last time. He pulled you onto his chest while you felt your body electrified by him, you wrapped your legs around his, fitting one of them at the height of his waist, feeling your bare stomach in contact with his now cold belt as his hand ran down your back.

“You want more, angel?” He whispered, watching you grinding yourself on him.

You lifted your head, blood rising to your cheeks. “Yeeep.”

[agentem]

Emily watches the "She Hulk" finale

I have mixed feelings. I didn't need the big dumb fight to happen but I did want more of an emotional resolution to what happened at the end of last episode. Some sort of catharsis even if it's not punching.

It seemed like Nikki (and Pug) cared more about solving that than Jen did.

I liked some of the fourth wall stuff and K.E.V.I.N. In general I think it is good for Marvel to be a little less self-serious. And I do think some fans are so almost worshipful of Kevin Feige that it becomes uncomfortable. So making fun of him, I am totally fine with.

But the VFX jokes fell flat considering how the crew complained about what Marvel is putting them through. I would've cut that. Couldn't they just say he wanted her to turn because it's less expensive?

I think we all knew that Emil was turning into Abomination on the side (related question: his VFX looked almost practical, did anyone else think that? Was that a man in a suit?) so I wasn't surprised he would take a speaking engagement and not check too closely. But I would've liked for him to be a LITTLE sorry that it was the guys who hurt Jen. That doesn't feel right. (Though I was not surprised Wong broke him out because they are besties now. Suck it, Strange. Would watch whole show about Wong, Madisynn and Abomination just hanging around Kamar-Taj.)

I wish we learned WHY Titania was there. I wanted more Titania in general throughout the season. I thought she was fun. And she looked hot breaking through that wall.

Tumblr seems to be most excited by the return of Daredevil. I didn't hate it but it felt a bit fan service-y to me. I don't think Matt and Jen will be a couple when "Daredevil: Born Again" rolls around so it's really just filling time with jokes about how much money he makes. And we know he lives in a trash bin already, Marvel. Duh.

I haven't seen many gifs of the parts I did like so I would like to request.

Cousin Larry aka Jen's Dad spraying the reporters with a hose and saying he had "water pressure for days." That's a good dad. Where is Balki though?

I loved everything about Nikki trying to get Pug to talk like an incel. I loved when she said to refer to women as "females." That was the best joke in the episode.

Titania trying to live stream a murder of Todd is great. No notes.

I liked seeing Wrecker again but I wished the entire group had been there for the fight. That would've made it bigger and stupider! Come on, show! PS I hope they aren't getting the chicken blood from Emil's chickens? Was that what the court room drawing with the chicken was? I don't like that.

Disney makes her sign an NDA even if they are going to send guards after her. Yes, that sounds like Disney.

Did Jen get her job back? She's going into court as She Hulk at the end. That felt skipped over and something that would've been important to her.

It was very silly. In general I prefer silly to overly serious. But not all of the jokes landed for me.

But listen I'm happy to see Bruce, Matt and Wong. Even Emil, Wrecker and Titania. I hope everyone comes back for a season 2 especially Pug and Nikki.

LAWYER SHOW!

[x-infernhoes-x]

Dangerous Game- Dominic x Reader [SMUT]

Dominic aka Hot Aswang Leader, Abswang, Zadddy Aswang x Reader

Warnings (?):  Smut, Blood, Biting, Implied Relationship, Implied Consent, Dominic being slightly possessive? M A R K I N G S, Oral (female receiving), THEY BE GOING AT IT NON-STOP

Genre: Good Ol’ Fashioned Forbidden Love (if there’s a genre like that LMAO)

Description: I wrote this at 3:40 am last night while listening to Dangerous Game from the Broadway Musical, Jeykll and Hyde and my brain immediately went, why not coconut? So have this little brain fart I just got when I’m supposed to be sleeping. Come get y’alls juice Dominic simps. Also, reader is AFAB but I’ll try my hand at a gender-neutral one if ever I get possessed by the spirits of determination, diligence and inspiration. Also included a Bridgerton reference there and maybe an Ang Darling Kong Aswang reference too kasi why the fuck not.

PS. I’ve managed to finish this up sometime around 2:45 am today and yes I did sleep last night/yesterday and no, I didn’t spend my whole weekend writing this fic. Maybe.

He knew this was all sorts of wrong from the start and yet here he was, standing within the bed chambers of the woman he burns for more than anything in this world and a strong and almost otherworldly desire that only could be satiated by being with her. Dominic knew that his kind and his lover’s kind would be at odds due to how their nature was as a creature of the night to prey on humans. Although despite this, he was feeling hopeful that his relationship with his beloved would last. As the Aswang Prince, he was well aware that was happening around the clans he ruled over and he also knew of the union of Elisa who happened to be one of his people and her now husband, Victor. He also knew about the bloodshed that had taken place during that time and how it led to the civil unrest and rebellion within the tribes of his kind that rages on up until this day.

The wind from the open window where he had come from seemed to rage on and about outside as if there was a storm brewing. There before him stood (y/n) clad in her sleepwear with her back facing him, dark eyes wide in disbelief and brows furrowed in uncertainty and the Aswang Prince could tell from the way she stood and presented herself that she was thinking about the same thing as him. Shrugging off his coat, he then took a step forward towards his beloved who seemed to be unmoving before him, strong arms wrapped around her shoulders, his sharp nails gently running down the tense woman’s arms, back before halting to a stop on her neck and stomach with a gentle yet vice-like grip, his face gently nuzzling against her warm skin, breathing in her scent like a drug.

I feel your fingers- Brushing my shoulder- Your tempting touch, As it tingles my spine- Watching your eyes As they invade my soul- Forbidden pleasures I'm afraid to make mine.

“D-Dominic, what are you doing…?” His lover would ask, trying her best to pull herself away from the prince, breath hitched in her throat, soft lips trapped in between her teeth. “Hindi natin tong pwedeng ipagpatuloy….delikado na.” Tilting her head towards him, Dominic responded to her, breath ghosting over her lips, “I know…Pero wala na akong pakilam kung mahuli pa tayong dalawa.” Before he would bestow his lover a searing and passionate kiss hotter than the flames of hell and the santelmo could ever conjure, his hands relinquishing their hold upon her throat as they made their way down past her shoulders, breasts and stomach only to disappear between the valley of her thighs where his fingers would make quick work of her folds, already dripping wet with her arousal, making his lover groan out in pleasure, his hips bucking against her backside.

At the touch of your hand- At the sound of your voice- At the moment your eyes meet mine- I am out of my mind- I am out of control- Full of feelings I can't define!

With Dominic’s left hand still relentlessly working upon his lover’s heat, he could feel (Y/N)’s hands attempt to push him away once more, her chest heaving and skin flushed a deep red, letting out a fragile keen of his name escape her lips before he took a step back once he felt her tug on his jeans, a hint for him to take off what was left of his clothing, the thick plume of desire that once clouded his mind seemed to dissipate when he felt his own arousal escape the confines of his now discarded garments as he let out a moan of his own once he saw (Y/N) drop her night dress to the ground, awakening something primal within him, eyes drinking in every single curve, dip and imperfections that his lover had. To him, (Y/N) was the most beautiful woman he had set his sights on regardless of what she would say and it was pretty ironic to say that an Aswang like him was starting to believe that God was real and that God was definitely a woman that took the form of his lover who was perfect in every way.

It's a sin with no name- Like a tiger to tame And my senses proclaim It's a dangerous game!

With their lips pressed together in a heated kiss that seemed to drive them both wild, the raven haired Prince of the night drew back with a low snarl, his teeth trapping her lips between his enough to draw blood as he pulled away with a smirk, the dark red liquid staining both of their lips as he spoke, voice raspy and deep, “I’ll make sure that you’ll only feel me and only me tonight and leave marks on your skin as a symbol of my love. Sa akin ka lang at ako sayo, naiintindihan mo ba?” his words seemed to send chills down the quivering woman’s spine as he dragged his sharp nails down against her soft flesh, his lips and occasionally his tongue and fangs would trail lower and lower, his face disappearing between her legs, eating her out like a starved beast, his nose brushing against the soft bundle of nerves, hands gripping her thighs and hips tightly with his unnatural strength, his nails dug into her flesh, which left miniscule bleeding marks where Dominic held her, his eyes boring into hers, drinking in the sounds (Y/N) made like fine wine.

It's a sin with no name- Like a tiger to tame And my senses proclaim It's a dangerous game! A darker dream That has no ending Something unreal That you want to be true.

They’ve done this a million of times but Dominic would never get tired of hearing his lover’s needy pleas for him whenever they made love like this, his fingers would tease her entrance relentlessly, watching her squirm and thrash upon her mattress with an almost sadistic delight. He loved how she would beg for him, how her body reacted to his fervent touches and how breathless she would get after he would kiss her. He loved every second of it and it was safe to say that Dominic was proud of himself to be able to make his beloved to become like this and all for his eyes only. After a few more flicks of his devilishly talented tongue, Dominic then pulled away a grin plastered on his face while his partner mewled rather pathetically, almost as if to ask him why he ceased his relentless teasing just as she was this close on reaching her much needed release and was surprised to feel two of his fingers enter her, curling and twisting inside of her clenching walls that made Dominic groan the same time his love had yelped and screamed his name out like a desperate prayer and all at once his fingers came out of her with a satisfying ‘pop’, admiring how her juices coated his fingers and glistened in the dim lighting of her room like ambrosia.

A strange romance Out of a mystery tale The frightened princess Doesn't know what to do!

Does she just run away? Does she risk it and stay? Either way, there's no way to win! All I know is, I'm lost And I'm counting the cost My emotions are in a spin! And though no one's to blame...

“Here, have a taste of yourself.” Dominic stated, pressing his fingers against (Y/N)’s lips, which of course the overstimulated woman took in with such eagerness, sucking on his digits like how she would suck on a lollipop, her gaze hazy and pupils blown, almost turning themselves as dark as the night and that was enough for Dominic to enter her without warning but had enough preparation for him, her moans silenced by the fingers that were still in her mouth, her tongue now swirling around them making him growl against the junction of her shoulder and neck, his fangs piercing the skin there as well before he pulled his fingers away from her mouth, replacing it with his own, not minding the slight metallic taste from the incisions he had left a few moments ago.

It's a crime and a shame! But it's true, all the same It's a dangerous game!

No one speaks- Not one word- All the words are in our eyes Silence speaks Loud and clear- All the words we want to hear! It was an all lips, tongue and teeth type of kiss that seemed to flare both of their senses up into overdrive and making the lovers both drunk and high off of the euphoria they were sharing. Both of their bodies rocking against each other, their hands grasping whatever their fingers could touch, grab and tug at. Dominic could feel (Y/N)’s nails run down from his shoulders and down to his back, edging him to go as fast as he could on her, his hair sticking haphazardly onto his now sweaty skin, hips furiously slamming into her with no breaks at all. Dominic was living for it and this action alone made him hoist (Y/N)’s leg up to rest upon his shoulder while the other one snuck behind her, reeling the woman in closer by her haunches, both of them moaning in delight. At that moment they both couldn’t care less about the sounds they made, the important thing was that they were both here together, regardless of what the consequences that would soon bestow upon them.

What happened next between them was all a blur save for the things they’ve done in one whole night. Dominic took (Y/N) to great heights with him making love to her continuously, he had her pressed against the wall with him taking her from behind, on the floor, on her dresser, on every possible surface and position he could think of down to the point where the two of them did it in front of the mirror where he would watch his length disappear within her and the way her breasts would bounce every single time he would thrust into her, his hand would grip on her throat and would tighten slightly, lips would ghost over her ear whispering a string of curses and words that would give Satan himself a run for his money and his lover would respond to every word he would say with a moan or a mantra of his name and it was a sign that she was close, coming for whatever time that night and he was nearing his climax too from the way he was holding her against him.

I am losing my mind- I am losing control- Full of feelings I can't define! It's a sin with no name Like a tiger to tame and though no one's to blame It's a crime and a shame And the angels proclaim It's a dangerous game!

“D-dom, I-I’m close!!” (Y/N) cried out with tears in her eyes the moment Dominic had thrown her upon her bed, her toes curling and hands balled up into fists, . “Then come with me, my love. I w-want to see you break.” The prince would respond as he pulled her into a tight embrace, still rocking against her like there was no tomorrow and soon enough, they both came together leaving (Y/N) mumbling out his name like a babbling child, her insides coated with his own juices as she shakily held into her, both trembling from the extreme ecstasy they both felt.

Once they both had come down from their respective highs, the Aswang Leader could only pull his face back from its previous position from (Y/N)’s shoulder, his touch soft and light as he brushed away some strands away from her face with a soft smile as the two basked in the afterglow of their passionate love making, the two would merely hold entwine each other’s hands as a silent promise to never let go of each other before Dominic pressed a sweet kiss upon it. “Mahal kita.” He spoke firmly, eyes full of love, warmth and vulnerability that only she was allowed to see as the female responded with a kiss and a soft smile before saying, “Mahal din kita, Dominic.”  And soon the two lovers fell asleep, with their bodies pressed up against each other.

It's a dangerous game! Such a dangerous game...

[hollandsmushroom]

Hey babes, can I request a fic when Mob!Tom fucks the reader's brains out? Like it can just start off as smth slow and it gradually increase into smth rlly heated. Ps love your writing❤️❤️❤️

Word Count: 1128 I mean, its dirty filthy fun! Warnings: Smut

You sat in the corner of his office, your eyes trained on your phone but you were taking in maybe 40% of what you saw, your mind more focused on the burning of increased blood flow between your legs, your skin aching to be touched. Tearing your gaze from your phone you looked up, eyeing Tom through hooded eyes as the strands of your lashes blocked your vision ever so slightly. He was signing documents, his fingers gripping the pen tightly as he trapped his lip between his teeth, he looked delectable and you couldn’t help yourself.

“Tommy?” you spoke, your voice soft and almost undetectable but Tom’s senses were always attuned to you.

“Hmm?” he hummed, eyes looking up at you quickly before returning to his paper. “What do you need?” There wasn’t a moment's hesitation before you replied, spreading your legs slightly as you apple, exposing your likely soaked panties and slickened thighs.

“I need you, Tommy” you whimpered, body feeling like it was on fire without him even touching you, his gaze already doing so much to you. He pushed back from his desk, standing up and making his way to you, feet gliding across the carpet as he neared your spot on the couch. Falling between your legs, hands gliding up your thighs, reveling in the soft skin. Leaning in, his lips found your sweets spot at the juncture of your neck.

“Yeah, love? Where do you need me?” he growled, the noise emitting a whimper from you, the deep tones of his voice vibrating through your skin.

“Everywhere” you threw your head back in pleasure, the touch of his lips on your skin sending you crazy, your nipples pebbling through your shirt as you arched your chest into his, the buttons on his shirt digging into your sternum but you didn’t care.

“Here?” His voice was teasing as he cupped your heat, fingers parting through your folds, panties still preventing you from skin on skin and it was killing you, twisting your hips into his hand as you wanted more. More of everything, more friction, more pleasure, more of him on you, in you, against you. “So eager, aren’t you?” Tom’s voice was muffled as he kissed his way down your chest, sucking on your nipples through your shirt, teeth digging into the hardened flesh. His saliva making your white shirt see through, nipples now on full display.

“You look hot when you’re doing something illegal” you voiced as his head pulled from your chest, moving so he could nestle himself under your skirt.

“I was just signing papers, love” his lips were hot against the skin of your inner thigh, fingers looping into the crotch of your panties, pulling them aside, nails scratching lightly against the lips of your cunt.

“Yeah, and you’re a mob boss so it was probably illegal” your voice was breathy, weak at best as his tongue traced itself across every valley and fold of your pretty pussy. Without warning he wrapped his lips around your clit, teeth grazing softly over the food as he sucked contentedly, humming at how delicious you were, yoru juices starting to drip off of his chin. The textured muscle of his tongue felt like heaven on your clut, drawing you near the brink of orgasm, and even after you thought it couldn’t get any better he removed his hand from your thigh, pushing two digits into your dripping opening and curling the tips. His fingertips brushed against your g-spot as he continued to suck on your clitoris, you felt like you were burning, a lit firework at the end of its fuse and then it happened, your world exploded as your body engulfed in pleasure, thighs clenching around Tom’s head, but he pushed them away, not liking how they muffled the noise of your moans. His fingers kept thrusting in and out of you, tongue still lapping at your bundle of nerve endings until he was sure he had milked you for every ounce of your orgasm. He pulled away, eyeing your state, sweat on your brow prominent as your body heat rose with pleasure. Your chest rose and fell rapidly and your eyes screwed shut, trying to recoup from the wonderful strain of your climax.

His lips met yours, spreading your cum across your mouth as you kissed back, your slickness tainting your tastebuds with the flavor of you. His body rose from between your thighs, wrapping his arms around you he flipped you both over, lips still meshed together as you came to a perch on top of his thighs, a hard length pressed against your wet core. His shaft was against your lips, pressing at your entrance, his tip weeping with precum.

“When did you get your pants off?” You wondered aloud.

“Doesn’t matter” he whispered, grabbing handfuls of your ass and pulling you upwards, as his tip was aligned at your entrance before pushing down on your hip, forcing you to sink down onto his full length, stretching your walls as you felt a pleasurable sting, your body still oversensitive from your previous high. “Feel good, love?” Tom hums, mouth returning to your chest, biting on the now cool spit covered fabric that adorned your perfect tits.

“Y-yes Tom, f-feels so good” you stuttered, body not able to form words with the amount of pleasure that was coursing through you. Your thighs were shaking and tired, not able to continue the bounce on Tom’s cock for much longer and he noticed, sliding down a little on the couch until he could easily fuck up into you, balls slapping harshly against your ass with a delightful sting. His pubic hair was rubbing against your clit, drawing you to your second high very quickly, seeing as your body was already prepped from the previous one.

“Tommy, I’m close again” you whimpered, eyes closing as you sat down a little more, letting his thrust hit even deeper inside of you, his dick grazing the spot his fingers had fondled earlier.

“Cum for me, love, cum all around my hard cock as I cum inside you” his abs clenched under your touch, fingertips digging into the hard muscle.

“I'm cumming!” you cried out, throwing your head back as Tom held his forearm parallel to your spine, preventing you from falling backwards. Your walls spasming around him sent him over with you, his hot seed spurting into you, covering the walls as his dick spread it around with each thrust. When you were both thoroughly spent, you moved to get off of him but he pulled you into his chest.

“Not ready to let you go yet” he mumbled, burying his lips in your hair as you dozed off against his sweaty chest.

[azroazizah]

ayy so I’m gonna rant a little bc yes, I’m absolutely petty over this kind of thing, especially if it includes my OTP™ 

so I heard someone just called me and another fellow soma artist a ‘pedophile’ for ‘sexualizing’ SoMa, apparently, and I just want to sort this out.

Firstly, I don’t enjoy making them sucking faces as 13 yo. I ship them, yes, hardcore. But even in canonverse, I headcanon them hooking up at least when they’re 17-18. I feel uncomfortable seeing them in suggestive situations in their 13 yo appearances.

As you can see above, I mostly make it platonic when I draw them as babs.

Most, if not all, of the intimate poses I’ve drawn them in is with them aged-up. In fact, look at my AUs:

Gangsta. AU : Soul 22, Maka 20 (Soul 17 and Maka 15 the first time they met)

Fullmetal Alchemist AU : Soul 24, Maka 23

Perspective series : Soul 11-25, Maka 10-24 (which is about the evolution of their relationship in canonverse) additionally, my hc of their ages when Spartoi was established is 16 and 15, respectively. And they’re 17 and 16 by the time Kid ascended as Death.

Faerie AU : Soul 23-25, Maka 500+

Gokusen AU : Soul 17, Maka 26 (yes, this addresses the age-gap thing specifically)

Deaf pianist!Soul aka Reverb 2020 : Soul 20, Maka 20

Royal AU 1 : Soul 20, Maka 19

Royal AU 2 : Soul 18, Maka 17

Adult SoMa redesign : Soul 24, Maka 23 (including the adult Black Blood dress)

ATLA AU 1 : Soul 19, Maka 17

Goblin AU : Soul 2000+, Maka 17-27

you see, I don’t like to write/draw them in romantic/sexual relationship as children. That’s why the majority of my art is when they’re older.

Secondly, the statement that Soul and Maka is ‘minor ship’. Yes. They were minors. But news flash: Growth is A Thing. They don’t stay 13 forever. There’s a freaking timeskip for a reason, gosh. It’s just that Soul Eater ended before we could witness their late teenage phases.

‘Aging up’ is not pedophilia or sexualization, last time I checked. It comes with nature when you write a story.

And it’s common even with original creators of other franchises. Harry Potter was 11 in the first novel. Naruto was 12 when he started his story. Ed Elric was 14-16 the majority of his series. But when the author wanted to give them serious relationship? They did it when they were older. They aged them up.

Or is it because we’re not The Author? Would it be better if I draw SoMa sucking faces as tiny lil smooshy babies or in sexualized poses like what Ohkubo did with little Crona’s butt? nah, thanks, I’ll pass

If you’re gonna call SoMa a creepy ship bc they’re minors, then I have bad news for you buddy: like 85% of shounen/shoujo main characters are minors. By saying they’re pedo ship, you actually just called out over half of the entire fandom bc like 75% of existing ships involves the kids.

And the majority of other fandoms too, by the way. That reason is not exclusively applied to SoMa.

Which is, why the ‘aging up’ came to play. Why do you think so many SoMa authors write them in their 20s? It’s just generally healthier and worked out better that way.

Also important: people shipping something doesn’t actually mean they want their ship to bone 24/7 y’know.

Thirdly, me ‘sexualizing SoMa’. Please tell me just which part of my art includes sexualization. Because I don’t think I’ve ever post something even nsfw-ish here. Like, ever. Not even in writing. If I had indeed done it intentionally, I apologize.

Jokes, kissing, yes, but sexualization, good god, no. I’ve said it many times: I both love and hate the actual manga bc there’s parts of gross sexualization in it and I thank Bones forever for taking them out.

Lastly, for the ‘pedophilia’ accusation, I suggest for the person in question to check the actual meaning of the term. because I don’t fancy imagining myself in as much as a suggestive situation with brats, thank you very much. Accusing people of pedophilia is a serious thing. Don’t blabber those words easily.

There’s a reason why I prefer seinen series and why my absolute favorite character of all time is Sakata Gintoki.

If there’s someone who find my previous arts of SoMa ‘sexualizing’, I must advice to check yourself on just why you came to think that way when you see two fictional characters who, apparently, you claimed as ‘minors’, in casual romantic gestures. Especially if the artist gave no indication of their situation being sexual. I have to ask you who is the one being creepy around here.

I don’t think the person in question is gonna read all of this, but in conclusion, just say outright that you hate SoMa as a ship rather than being roundabout with stupid reasons and go out of your way to annoy artists who doesn’t even intend to sexualize them.

PS: if there’s someone who has problems with my art, I prefer them to say it directly to my face instead of harassing my friend about it.

[yanderedbdimagines]

Hey there! Would you do some headcannons of how (The Wraith, The Doctor and The Trapper) would treat their darlings after they abducted them and how they would react if s/o try to fight back? (Sorry for any grammar mistake, my english is sucks)

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Haha don’t worry! Your English is just fine if I can assume that this language isn’t your native tongue. It isn’t mine either. That’d be Dutch, if you are curious. And even if it was I wouldn’t mind at all. We all have our vices.

Anyhow, I like this ask, and I believe it’ll go as I’ve written below.

PS: I made the so a crush.

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 The Doctor

* He’ll watch and observe you closely for the first week after he’s given you the freedom to roam around in nearly all of the rooms and hallways of the hospital. You’ll only be allowed outside if you stay close to him and within arm’s reach so that he can keep a close eye on you.

* Eventually, he’ll pull you into different kinds of conversations in order to pick apart and understand your mind for as much as he can- documenting them for future use and trying to get a good grip on everything that will either displease you or make you happy when confronted by it.

* He’ll also try to perform simple tests on you without trying to hurt you for whereas possible, which includes a sudden blood draw, eye examination and a sudden tap against the knee… You are the only test subject he can’t ever fathom to lose since you obviously are more than that to him, so he’s unbelievably careful with your body… Unless you would ask him to do otherwise, of course… Oh boy…

* Like mentioned before, he’ll do almost anything for you. Just try and listen to him in return and remain genuine to your words, no matter how difficult it will be with a psychopathic killer like him.

* He’s a rather difficult and unpredictable man to understand and this includes the type of feelings he’d prefer for you to develop for him, although he isn’t very picky. He obviously want you to love him, first and foremost, but he definitely won’t complain if your love would be mixed with you hating him in your own unique way as well. It’d only show that you aren’t afraid to hide your true feelings for him, like many yandere’s would normally demand from you.

* Do know that if all you feel for him is resentment instead, which also includes you trying to fight against his overall advancements… Well… He’ll dislike that immensely and he’ll turn to draconic measures instead in order to *fix* that and try his chances there. This includes trying to find a way to brainwash someone under his control like what he’s always been trying to do for years now. For your sake, I can only hope for you that he won’t ever complete his lifelong goal if you’d ever want a chance of escaping him.

 The Trapper

* He’ll be calm, distant and surprisingly understanding with your feelings. Some of his actions and word choices on the rare moments he does speak are going to be very rough around the edges, but he’ll be very tactical in his general approach of trying to win over your affections.

* You can say that he’ll try to think carefully about his own actions and attempts to adjust himself to your liking like a proper psychologist would do when dealing with a new client before slowly edging himself closer to you physically as mentally for as far as you’ll allow it. This way, he’ll hope to get you to fall for him on the long run.

* With half of a certain amount of time he isn’t around you or within a trial, however, he’ll patrol around his territory more than usual and place more beartraps*1 around the border than he usually would. An unintentional giveaway to other killers and possibly survivors that the Trapper currently has something underneath his wing that he’s very protective of and doesn’t want others to get close to… Something he’ll easily fight to the death for if it’d ever come to it.  

* With the other half of the time, he’ll work on his blade and his contraptions and try to keep the estate in working order. Those machines won’t oil and maintain themselves as they are basically needed for him to do his job properly. Yes… Besides trials, this now also includes your *protection* from any outsiders.

* He won’t be fazed at all anymore if you’d ever try to fight and distance yourself away from him. At least, not now that he has you exactly on the spot he wants you to be, which is in the MacMillan estate. If needed, he’ll let a classic case of Stockholm syndrome do the work for him. Even years from now, you’ll eventually have to break underneath his advancements if he’s the only one you can freely interact with…

* If you do finally become his S/O, he’ll mellow out dramatically and he’ll loosen up the security around the borders quite a bit since he’ll have faith in your loyalty to him and how to keep yourself out of trouble. He won’t even care if you’d start up a relationship with anyone else out there, or bring them back as a third wheel. As long as you remain within a relationship with him, no blood will be shed.

1) Yes. He’ll  most definitely have notified you about them since he prefers for you to remain unscathed. An unspoken warning if you’d ever try to escape him, though… Although they are so more used to keep killers, rivals and potential rescuers out instead of deliberately keeping you inside the borders. A security measure with extra benefits, funny enough.

 The Wraith

* He’ll be over the moon with your presence alone, and he’ll show that through drawn signs and his overall actions seen that his ability to speak is nonexistent. In fact, the very first thing he did was giving you an hotel bell. One which came from the Mount Ormond Resort… A sign of his good trust and his promise to you that he’ll protect you from any dangers in and outside of his territory…

* His animalistic growls and rattled breathing will sound softer than what you’re used to, his piercing gaze set firmly on you as his head is stuck in its ever distinctive tilt. He loves watching you, and he’ll follow you to almost anywhere and everywhere when not in a trial. It can be a bit overbearing during those times, really.

* He’s actually very peaceful and submissive when he’s with you. In a sense, you have the leash on him instead of the other way around. Yet, that doesn’t mean he won’t show his metaphorical teeth to the people he considers his rival if they ever land in his field of vision.

* He will lose his mind, however, if you seem to feel threatened by their presence as well. He’ll also act similar to this if you’d ever try to run away from Autohaven wreckers with someone else by your side. Do know that this anger won’t ever be focused on you. He loves you too much to do that. The sight won’t be pretty when he catches them, so you best turn yourself away/run faster when he tries to kill them in the most brutal way he can think of at the time.

* If you’d ever try to fight back whilst captured or after you’d got caught after your failed escape attempt, he’ll let you.  He understands you need to vent your frustrations, but you have to understand; he just can’t let you go. You’re too precious to him. You’re his lover after all.  

* Like a puppy riddled with guilt, he’ll eventually bow down and lower his head as he tries to offer up his hand to you as apology for anything he might have done wrong(even though he might not fully understand why you didn’t like what he did on some occasions). His heart will break if you won’t reciprocate, but he won’t lash out. If anything, he’ll stick even closer to you than he did before whilst trying to smother you with small gifts and pamper you in any way he can until you finally do have to concede to his affections in one way or another. Or so he hopes…    

[spitpr1ncess]

Can I Call You Sir? / Nanami Kento x Fem Reader

--“And if I did? It’s only proved what I thought to be true all along. You’re a little degenerate, like me. I just wanted to test you, to know if you wanted what I wanted. Seems like you do, so tell me to stop and I will. Tell me you’re leaving, I’ll let you. I’m not going to force you to do anything, I respect your boundaries, and I respect that this is wrong. It just, feels so right. So deny it.”--

Fucking bullshit.

You stare at the graded paper before you and seethe from the inside out. An F? A fail?! But you’d studied relentlessly! The only thought you were having was how your mother was going to kill you when she finds out, you can practically hear her shrieking, “I’m paying heaps of money to put you through university and this is what you have to show for it?

Professor Nanami is writing something that looks vaguely recognizable on the chalk board, his tall but slim body looking oddly out of place at the front of the long classroom as you glare holes into the back of his blue shirt. There wasn’t a single person you hated more than him in this never-ending moment. You yawn and allow your head to fall heavy onto your crossed arms, hiding your shameful test results. You could listen to Professor Nanami with your eyes closed based solely on the fact that you would be failing the rest of this term if your test results were anything to go by.

The rest of the lesson passes quickly as you fall victim to maladaptive daydreams, playing out every single scenario where you approach Professor Nanami and question his harsh grading. You aren’t a stupid girl, in fact, in every other class you were smashing your target or hitting above. What was this mans problem? You imagine slamming your paper down in front of him, arms crossed and little foot tapping the floor. “Do you hate me?”, “So you have favourites?”, or just a plain “what the fuck?!” were among the favourites you’d rehearsed. His face was cold as stone as he stared back before licking his lower lip and smirking, pulling his glasses atop his head, causing a pretty ripple in his hair as he stands absolutely towering over you. A large thumb lifts your chin to look at him as his eyes bore into you. Then his lips are on yours.

Wait what?

What?

You’re roughly pulled from your daydream by your hair as a pair of polished brown shoes stand at the foot of your worn school desk and a voice beckons your name. Professor Nanami is stood less than a foot in front of you waiting for an explanation. You shoot bolt upright in the uncomfortable wooden chair as your entire body feels like its been zapped by an electric fence. You can feel the blush in your face spreading to your ears as you push the strange daydream to the back of your degenerate mind.

“Sleeping through my lectures will not help you fix that broken grade, Miss Reader. Do you understand me? Or do I need to put it more plainly? It can’t be easy with a simple mind like yours, but I’m sure we could find a way to help you absorb what I’m saying.” His eyes are cold as steel and boring into your soul, he doesn’t even blink, he’s like a robot. You hold his gaze before risking a look around the classroom revealing that it is completely empty, not a soul to be seen, brilliant. So not only had you failed your test but you’d also voluntarily agreed to extracurricular activities whilst daydreaming about kissing your Professor, it sure was a great day to be you.

You panic, how were you going to salvage this? You needed to think quickly, but nothing was springing to mind.

Clearing your throat and calming your nerves you begin, “sorry Professor I didn’t get much sleep last night, I have a lot going on at home so am finding it difficult to participate in classes at the moment.”

You are?

He lets out a small snort as he sits at the edge of your desk, peering down at you through his glasses, a look of judgement plasters his incredibly chiselled facial features, he is beautiful, and you’re happy to admit that, whether or not it could get you in trouble.

What?

“Your lies won’t cut it here, you’re excelling in all your other classes, algebra, languages and biology. These are not easy subjects and geography is a breeze in comparison, so why are you failing? Are you doing it on purpose?” Your attention is drawn to his strong throat and his Adams apple lifts and falls again as he swallows and you wonder if he is anxious about approaching you, not that he has any reason to be.

You feel anger bubble in your throat as you argue back, “I’m not a liar. I’m having trouble concentrating here. Your teaching, the class size, the fact the class is the last of the day, maybe you’re grading me too harshly! Have you considered that? Nobody else failed, so why did I?!” Your voice is shaking now and your knuckles are white as you push your nails into your palms, drawing blood. Professor Nanami looks at you for a moment before standing and heading back to his desk at the front of the class where he picks up a piece of chalk and some papers and begins to write.

“Question one is on plate tectonics, lets begin there. Would you care to explain the theory to me?” He turns and gives you a weirdly friendly smile, you calm your nerves and take a breath, opening your paper and looking at your answer, you read out the sentences you had written and cringe as you allow Professor Nanami to correct you, taking notes on his tutoring. Your personal four o’clock class finishes at just past seven as you both wrap up the test paper and Nanami wipes the board clean.

“In future Miss Reader, you come to me when you need help. You’re a smart young lady really, you know that, so put your brain to use. You’re going to do great things after your course is up so don’t discredit yourself over one failed paper.” He sits at his desk and waves his hand to dismiss you. “You’d better go now, I’m sure you have a worried boyfriend wondering where you’ve gotten to so late in the evening.” He pushes his glasses onto the top of his head, much like in your daydream, and you appreciate how good he looks for a moment. He’s aged yes, around thirty yes, but still gorgeous. You know the girls at University fawn over him, fighting to get even a slither of attention, and here you were, in a private tutoring session of your own, and without even meaning to.

You ponder the boyfriend comment before packing up and heading for the exit, deciding to test the waters you address him, “I don’t have a boyfriend Professor you see I simply don’t have time, and anyway, none of the boys here are mature enough to interest me.” You turn and give him a smile as you catch his gaze flitting up from where your stockings meet the fat of your thighs, you roll your eyes at him and shake your head as you sigh and leave for the night.

This was an interesting development.

-

Sleep washes over you as you awaken in your dream. Professor Nanami is sitting before you, he beckons for you to sit on his lap, you oblige and as you nestle against his chest, his fingers find the edge of your stocking, he traces lazy patterns on your thigh, eliciting a small sigh of pleasure from you. He nuzzles his nose against your cheek and plants a soft kiss against your neck, he pushes your soft hair behind your ear and begins to litter kisses on your sensitive lobe.

“Sweet thing, you smell heavenly, I just want to devour you.” He whispers. You throw your head back and invite him to suck and nip at your exposed throat, completely vulnerable in his arms you entrust him with your entirety. He groans as you manoeuvre your little waist to create friction with the fat of your ass and you’re met with the impossible hardness between his legs, this moment between the two of you feels like fireworks, everything is at a standstill and there is nothing but your two bodies, completely entwined, obsessed with each other’s perfect anatomy. You continue to explore each other physically as you mewl and sigh rhythmically, nothing has ever felt better than your Professors loving touch on your absolute innocence. You’d been with boys yes, but never a man like Nanami.

“Nanamin,” you cry out as he finds the hotness between your legs.

“Sweet girl, I’ll take the best care of you, just relax.” he speaks like sweet poetry from his mouth that tastes like the most expensive organic honey. Your breath hitches as he starts to disappear, you reach out but he is no longer there.

-

You jolt awake as you feel wetness pooling between your legs, the hotness and lack of friction so unbearable you are torn from the dream of all dreams.

Fuck, this is weird now.

Daydreaming about your Professor wouldn’t be the worst thing if you weren’t now absolutely sopping wet and grinding against your own mattress. You dare to slip a tiny hand under the waistband of your pants and give a little release to yourself, it felt unreal, and without realizing you were picturing him as you drive yourself to the edge and jump off head first. You’re picturing his pretty features and strong hands, his soft lips and authoritarian stare. In your head he’s praising you, “sweet thing, sweet girl” he says. You shudder as you come down from the satiating high and allow shame to encase you completely, rolling over, you stare at the screen of your phone.

5:38. A notification flashes from last night.

baby nobara: maps said you left uni at 7! wtf were u doing?? ps, shopping tmorrow?

You open the notification and type a quick reply.

you: was just studying, nothing important hahahah. sure! meet me at 11?

With that, you roll back over and let sleep nestle you gently between her arms.

-

It’s twenty minutes after your planned meet time that Nobara turns up, and holding a Krispy Kreme bag full of donuts and a doc marten tote housing at least one new pair of shoes, she’d obviously done a pre-shop, not that it was particularly out of character for her. Her gentle face is plastered with a mischievous grin as she runs and embraces you like two sisters might embrace after a long time away from each other’s presence

“I had to warm up before we got started!” she laughs at you, and all is forgiven in a matter of seconds. You’re both giggling as she opens the bag and makes you a peace offering of a strawberry donut, you eagerly accept as you discuss what shops you want to hit up today. You both spend hours browsing, trying on and chatting about everything, you don’t get to see Nobara often as you have alternating days on campus and your schedules clash horribly so the times you do spend together are cram packed full of mischief.

You’re walking past a load of stores as you approach Victoria's Secret and you immediately flash back to Professor Nanamis eyes on your stockings last night and his comment about your supposed boyfriend. Cogs are turning in your mind but before you have time to make the connection, you’re being dragged in, you have no objections and are pleasantly surprised by the variety of lingerie this particular chain of store holds. You pick out a few different numbers including a black corset body suit and a matching garter with stockings, you knew the reason for picking it out was completely inappropriate but it didn’t stop you from taking it to the counter and paying nearly 100 dollars for it. You grinned as you schemed yet another daydream waiting for your friend to decide on the bits she wanted.

You both decide on a little sushi place for lunch and as you fill your mouth with miso Nobara asks, “Who are you fucking? It has to be someone at university, that’s why you stayed so late, right?” The question completely winds you as you try not to choke on your food. Your eyes are watering as you try to explain that it was just extra-curricular studies. Nobara nods and rolls her eyes, “You don’t have to lie to me, I’ll find out sure enough.” She laughs as you pray she lets this go, shovelling some nigiri into her mouth she waves you off. “Chill,” she says as you allow your heart to slow in your chest.

You give her a hug as you finally part ways and she ruffles your hair, “See you around”, and with that she’s gone. You begin the walk home as you reflect on the events of today, you reel as you come to the realization you spent 100 dollars on a lingerie set for a man over ten years your senior who would less than likely ever find out you’d bought it. Unless.

No.

You shake the thought of trying to bait your own Professor after barely scraping by the last term, expulsion for indecent behaviour seems somewhat worse, at least you think. It also doesn’t seem good for Nobara to now suspect you have something going on with somebody, she has to know all the top gossip and you don’t doubt she will find a way. Now that you think about it, you should turn your phone location off. You know your friend would stalk you for the sake of some scandalous news she can tease you about. You giggle to yourself, you and Professor Nanami, what a thought.

-

The bell rings as you finish washing your hands, you stopped to use the bathroom before your final class of the day, Geography. You’d been anticipating this class, having chosen the black corset body suit with stockings to match, you’d paired it with a mid-length black satin skirt and an oversized cardigan, it was enough to feel comfortable in, and not break any regulations but enough for Professor Nanami to notice, which was just perfect. You wanted to test the waters after his comment and wandering eyes, you’d had time to stew over your awful test results and were wondering if maybe he was a little harsh with the grading. Either way, today would tell.

You hurry up the stairs and down the long corridor to the classroom where he lectures, there were around 30 students already settled in class and you could see your Professor writing on the board. You slip in quietly and take your seat at the back of the class, you shed your cardigan, giving a frontal view of your chest and begin to take notes. You ensure you pay full attention to todays class, not taking your eyes off the man at the front of your lecture room. You meet his gaze a few times and you sense him trying really hard to not allow his eager eyes to flit downwards, you wish for him to give you anything more than a feeling to go off of but he’s stone cold and hard as steel. As the class draws to an end Nanami dismisses the students and you wait until the room has emptied before you walk towards his desk. You wait for him to address you.

“Miss Reader, can I help you with something?” he doesn’t meet your gaze and instead continues typing something on his keyboard, you’re frustrated with how nonchalant he’s being, how you’ve probably misread the entire encounter, how you’ve created a whole reality from nothing.

“I, I was hoping maybe you would assist me with some questions I have from the class today Sir, if you have time of course.” If he wanted to play games, he would get games, you might be younger than him but you’re not stupid.

“That’s okay, you’ll have to give me ten minutes whilst I finish this email, then I’m all yours. Feel free to take a seat.” He motions for the first desk in the front row and you roll your eyes as you decide to make a stand. You pull a chair from the side of the room to Nanamis desk and sit directly opposite him, you take out your textbooks and begin to lay them out on the space behind his computer, sitting down you cross your legs, brushing his shin with your shoe. You’re sure you see his jaw tighten, but he plays it off by cracking his neck, the loud crunch distracts from the tension filled silence and you lick your bottom lip in anticipation.

He finishes with his email and pushes the computer screen to the side of his desk then leans back in his chair and loosens his tie slightly, he catches you watching the space above where his shirt is buttoned and smirks, “So what questions do you have sweet girl?”, it’s an innocent enough question but you’re walking a fine line and need to be careful. You make idle small talk about today’s class for an hour or so before asking your Professor to quiz you, it’s a shot in the dark but you’re hoping he will catch on.

“I’ve been revising, ask me any twenty questions, if I get them right you can pass me for that test!” you grin, proud of the compromise you’d come up with.

“It’s a good idea, but what if you get questions wrong? Does the fail still stand?” he laughs quietly, like he made a personal joke that only he understood, he allowed his eyes to trail down to the black floral lace encasing your chest, it wasn’t overly provocative (you were in university after all) but it was enough to make his mind wander. You test the waters again, trailing a finger over the top of the hem, outlining the soft of your breasts, Nanami shuffles in his seat and adjusts his legs, brilliant.

You allow your Professor to test you, answering all questions and waiting for each correct answer like a patient puppy, sitting for its master. At the end of the test you grin, over the moon with yourself for showing him you deserve a passing mark.

“I told you! I told you I shouldn’t have failed. You were definitely marking me too harshly!” You brush your leg against his again, and he doesn’t make an effort to move himself, he drinks you in through the round frames of his glasses that are sitting pretty on the top of his nose.

“Sweet girl, I never thought you were stupid, in fact, I think you’re rather smart. So tell me, why are you really here right now?” He sits forward in his chair and leans across his desk, towards you. Your faces are so close that you can feel his warm and tempting breath on your lips, your eyes close of their own accord and you lean in. He teases you with soft pecks and you fight back, bringing a hand to his chin but he beats you to it. Your hand completely drowned by his own, the sheer size difference a shock to your system, he holds your hand against his desk where your forgotten papers sit. With his other hand he brings his thumb just below your chin and lifts your face so your eyes can meet his, “Is this what you wanted all along? To kiss your Professor? Is this what your little get up today is about? You thought I wouldn’t notice the pretty lace? Do you know how good you look?” His rhetoric questions causing your heart to beat a hole in your chest you inhale sharply, trying to take control of your breathing once again.

“You failed me on purpose.” It’s slipped out before you have time to consider what you’re saying.

What?!

“And if I did? It’s only proved what I thought to be true all along. You’re a little degenerate, like me. I just wanted to test you, to know if you wanted what I wanted. Seems like you do, so tell me to stop and I will. Tell me you’re leaving, I’ll let you. I’m not going to force you to do anything, I respect your boundaries, and I respect that this is wrong. It just, feels so right. So deny it.”

A grown man, your professor nonetheless, sits before you in what feels like a dream, asking for you to stop this.

So stop it.

You take your free hand and pull his face into yours, you’re kissing again, this time with more desperation. It was like you were parched, and Nanami was a stream of fresh water, you couldn’t get enough, and it was like your entire life depended on it. His desk was the only thing stopping you from jumping across and allowing him to devour you whole, you thought about straddling his lap and allowing him to grab the soft fat of your ass. Not yet.

You pull away from the kiss and stand, looking at the man before you, his tie completely loose, a few strands of hair falling on his forehead allowing him to look dishevelled, his glasses slightly steamed up. He was a sight to behold and your heart was beating to within an inch of your life with the idea that you had caused it. Internally you were screaming, DON’T FUCKING STOP. But you had to, had to make sure this wouldn’t be a mistake. You leaned across the desk and picked his glasses off of his nose, placing them on your own and pulling them up, to push the hair off of your face. He looked puzzled and opened his mouth to say something but you interrupted him.

“It seems I have forgotten something, looks like I’ll have to come back to get it tomorrow, what a shame.” And with that, you shot him a grin, turned on your heels, and left. Nanami sat staring at the door in utter shock and awe as you stalked out. He quickly fixed himself up sans glasses and packed up for the day, he muttered something about teaching you a lesson, and spare frames before he left, allowing the leftover tension to dissolve.

[gallickingun]

can i get a 31 with baku? nsfw or sfw if possible? if not that’s okay, i just love how you write him!

a/n: we can get a lil spicy, darlin, i don’t mind! i hope you enjoy this one!! super spicy from the get go so, under the cut! 

ps, couldn’t decide between spicy stuff or edible stuff as the “something”, so i went a total curveball and chose blood! it’s not a lot, but just in case anyone is uncomfortable, i wanted to put the warning! also, there is a gratuitous use of the word bitch by katsu himself. just in case you don’t like that sort of thing. 

pps, oh god. we’re kinda doing a little breeding thing here. nothing crazy, lol, but some subtle stuff towards the end!! 

Prompt #31: “You’ve got something on your lip. Here, let me.”

Katsuki keeps you under his thumb for hours, it feels like. 

You’re sure at some point you stopped breathing or your eyes rolled back too far and they’re stuck. However, he does not let up long enough for you to care. Bakugou is heavy as he loiters over the top of you, knees on either side of you as he lays you out, bare as a baby.

“Kacchan,” you whimper, your head thrown back as his fingers probe at you again, teasing your nipples under his harsh touch. Bakugou chuckles, leaning back on his thick thighs to glower down at you, “Yeah, baby?”

You whine at the sound of his voice, your eyes screwed shut and your hands reaching out for something to touch. Your lips part for you to ask him something, but you choke when his hand encompasses the lower half of your face, palm covering your mouth as his fingers dig into your cheeks. Your head is thrust into the pillow, the heel of his palm near your ear so he can hold you down. His voice rings out in the room but you can’t see him, not with the way he has you pinned down.

“Hush, little one,” his tone is chilling, but it does the job. Your hips roll forward, thighs spread evenly for him to peer between, “I’ll tell you when we’re done, yeah? No complaining, baby girl, you wanna be good for me, don’t you?”

You’re nodding as enthusiastically as you can, hardly able to move from under his grip but trying nonetheless. You curl your hands around the sheets beside your hips, a whine dying out in your throat as tears gather in the corners of your eyes from sensory overload. He leans forward, just enough that his hard cock brushes your overstimulated clit, the jolt to the puffy nub making you cry out against his open palm.

“You think you’ll make it?” he teases you, starting to nudge his nose over your jugular. He whispers next, tongue finding your earlobe, “I love fuckin’ your pretty little pussy. You think you can turn it out for me one more time?”

You’re honestly not sure what number orgasm this is, your body stopped caring after the first few. He’s had you coming around his knuckles and his mouth, but not his cock, not yet. Bakugou runs his thumb over your jawline, mouth preoccupied with lavishing your chest. He hovers over your pert nipple, hot breath forcing goosebumps to the surface of your skin.

So, when he repeats himself, you whimper into his hand and nod, tears running down your temples into your hair. He tilts his head, smirking down at you, “Good girl. Now spread your legs.”

You listen, irises blown wide as your knees knock against the mattress, pussy butterflied open so he can brush his knuckle into your slick with no issues. Your lips part and you lick over the seams of his palm, a cry muffled by his skin. His thumb touches your temple, wiping at the wetness caused by your tears. 

“What do you want?” he coos, mouth searching your throat for the perfect spot to bloom a bruise. “C’mon, baby girl, tell me what you want.”

His hand is still over your face, restricting your movements. He doesn’t move away to let you speak, so you start to babble into his hand, whining despite the inability to hear your words so they sound like nothing more than syllables strung together carelessly.

Bakugou nips at your jaw, forcing another whimper from your lips. Just as your mouth parts for the sound, he dips his middle finger directly into your heat, the squelching sound of your slick and his finger echoing against the walls. Your hips buck up into his hand, fists close to tearing holes in your sheets. He laughs at your movements, brow tugged as he watches you come undone.

Finally, his fingertips drag down your face, thumb pausing on your lower lip as you continue to beg for him, drool seeping out of either side of your mouth. His thumb brushes your swollen clit and you whine, clenching your thighs around his forearm to try and slow his motions so you can give your body a break.

“Let go,” his voice is curt, fingers stilling. When your thighs don’t immediately release him, a quirked-laced slap stings the curve of your thigh just below your ass. He’s glaring down at you when you finally manage to open your eyes, glassy orbs trying to take him in.

“P-Please, Katsu-I,” your words are cut by the feel of his palm slapping your thigh in the same spot. Your vision goes white, body arching away from him but knees releasing his elbow nonetheless.

“Did you think I was fuckin’ playin’?” Bakugou curls his finger into you, pulling out slowly so he can collect all of your slick, using it on himself while he yanks you forward by your hair. You squeak, pupils blown as you look him in the eye, the tip of his hardened cock brushing over your enflamed outer folds.

He smirks, tilting his head forward to capture your mouth in his, still playing with your entrance with the head of his dick. You’re unable to focus, all of the stimulus making your nerves stand on end, your mind hazy with a mixture of pleasure and fatigue.

“C’mon,” he whines sarcastically, imitating you when you’re at your most needy, “make out with me, babygirl, c’mon. Kiss me.”

“Suki, please.” 

He echoes your words back to you, holding you by the jaw with one hand while the other is still in your hair, “Suki please, Katsuki please, Kacchan please,” he laughs, the patronizing tone ringing like a taunt in your ears. “Please what, huh? What do you want, you pathetic little bitch?”

You’re trying desperately to touch him, kiss him, grab at him, whatever you can do. Your body is wanton for him, begging you to become one. You pout, looking up at him with watery eyes, “Please, wanna touch you?”

Bakugou hums as if considering you, eyes wandering all over your face to map out your features so he can remember this expression later. He nips at your lower lip, sucking on the flesh and rolling it between his teeth. You want to jerk your body but you’re afraid if you move too suddenly, he might break skin. 

However, any inhibition you have of sitting still is gone when he rams his cock cervix-deep into you, bottoming out on the first stroke. You cry out, your head pulling away from him just enough for his canine teeth to draw blood.

Your head is rested against the pillow, hands still shaking with the desire to paw at him like an animal. Your eyes water from the pain on instinct alone, but all you can focus on is the rhythm of his hips, the way he snaps up into you like you’re nothing but a little plaything, your body weightless in his grasp. Your lower lip hangs open, his hand in your hair the only thing keeping you upright. You keen, whining into the air loud enough that you’re sure the other side of the city can hear.

“Shit,” Katsuki’s hips stutter as his eyes make contact with the small cut on your mouth leaking blood. He tilts his head, trying to keep his rhythm as he builds the both of you to the crest of a wave. “You’ve got something on your lip.”

Before your tongue can dart out to take care of it, he stops you with a particularly violent thrust. Your eyes roll around in your head and your tongue lolls to the back of your throat as you begin to lose your peripheral vision, the overstimulation sending you closer to the cliff.

“Let me,” he grunts, kissing you square on the lips before dragging his tongue over the small crimson stream on the corner of your mouth. When he grazes the cut itself, it stings and you feel another round of tears settle in your lids. Bakugou kisses the spot where your lip is split, his irises softening when he glances at the cut.

His hips roll slower, as if seeing you injured, even in the slightest, makes him gentle. Bakugou brushes his thumb under your lower lip, “Fuck, baby, you feel so good.”

You clench around him, feeling the way his cock spasms as you tighten your walls, a little bit of your combined slick coating your thighs. Your throat bobs as you thrash underneath him, desperate for friction on every part of your body.

“Can you touch me?” Bakugou kisses a line down your jaw, breath heaving over your flushed skin, sending a shiver down your spine. He sounds borderline whiney, “Wanna feel your hands on me, c’mon. Touch me.”

Doing as told, your hands are released from the wrinkled sheets, immediately finding his shoulders. You dig your hands into his muscled back, holding onto him so you can jut your hips forward to meet the base of his cock. His name is tumbling out of your lips again, the swell of your injury making your mouth heavier. 

“K-Katsu, I-I’m gonna-ah.” You dig your fingernails into his shoulders, knowing how he loves to brag to his teammates when you leave scratches and half-moon imprints all over his back.

Bakugou trails his hands down your thighs until he’s cupping your ass, yanking you harshly so he can hold you while he mercilessly drives into you. You swear he’s bruising your cervix, eyes crossed and body on hyperdrive as he forces you closer towards the crest of the wave of pleasure you’re both begging to ride. 

You’re squeezing his cock between the walls of your pussy when he feels himself hit the edge, barely able to hold himself off as he grunts out his next words, “C’mon, baby, beg for it.”

“Suki, please! Please come in me!” You’re scraping your nails down his back to try and keep him attached to you at the waist, your eyes bulging within their sockets. He tilts his head, considering you, “Yeah, what do you want?” 

“Fuck, ‘Su,” you whine at the feel of his bulging cock, ready to spill into you but he’s holding back, “p-please, wan’ you to fill me up with your come, wanna have your baby, Kacchan! C’mon, please, please! Please come in me, come in me now, please...” 

Bakugou curses, unable to contain himself anymore when he hears your sweet tone screaming out for him, begging for a part of him that he only wants to give to you. His cock twitches one last time before he’s filling you up, brushing his thumb over your clit to try and push you into another orgasm as well.

“N-No,” you’re shaking your head, one hand, the left one where your sparkling diamond ring catches the moonlight filtering in through the blinds, touching his wrist gingerly, “I-I’m okay, i-it hurts.”

Immediately he retracts from you, his protective instincts kicking in, “Shit, babe, fuck, I’m sorry.”

You swallow, the bruising cut on your lower lip more obvious now that he’s starting to come out of his haze. His thumb finds your wound, “Are you okay?”

“Y-Yeah, ‘Suki, I’m okay,” you swallow the saliva building in your throat, “d-don’t leave me, not yet.”

He keeps his hips snapped into you, plugging you up and making you wince. He has one hand on your face, the other running his fingertips up and down your thigh in a soothing motion. After planting a kiss to your knee, he leans forward to kiss up your sternum to your lips, “Such a good girl, yeah? You did so good.”

“Hmm, thank you,” you manage, tired eyes threatening to close. “Always wanna be good for you.”

“I know.” Bakugou wraps an arm around your waist, “Gonna pull outta you now, alright?”

You brace yourself, but it still burns a little, your overstimulated organs begging for relief. You whine, turning your head so your face is cupped in his hand, eyes hidden behind his knuckles. Bakugou’s mouth is instantly on your face, soothing you as best he can. His thumb brushes over your cheekbone and over your nose, hoping he can distract you from the busted lip and stinging between your thighs. The coolness of his matching golden ring on his left hand keeps you awake, keeps you on this plane with him instead of succumbing to sleep.

“Fuck, you’re so good for me,” his voice is in your ear, nose trailing down the column of your throat before tilting back so he can kiss your earlobe. “So fuckin’ good, baby.”

“Love you, Katsu’.” You lace one of your hands in his hair, the other anchored to his shoulder as you hold him close. His free palm ghosts over your stomach, his thumb brushing just under your navel. He’d never tell you, but it’s almost a ritual for him to touch you there after you’re finished for the night, as if he were willing an heir to his name into your belly.

Bakugou kisses between your brows, a smile on his face, “I love you too, now it’s time for bed.”

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GAH. IDK WHAT THE HECK THAT WAS. I’M SORRY IF YOU HATED IT. I MIGHT HAVE HATED IT. WE’LL SEE IF I LEAVE IT UP. 

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