#the fact that the manga says he's left with bruising LMAO. BRUISING. *BRUISING*

[destinychose-a]

thyme out.   Decided to make a ( quick ) reference of Kirishima’s scars after the Hideout Raid Arc! uwu

[yandere-mha]

Mommy kink dabi with a lactating motherly darling pls

I... got carried away with this lmao. 

TW: KIDNAPPING, PREGNANCY KINK, SMUT, MOMMY KINK, LACTATION, MASTURBATION AHEAD.

MAJOR MANGA SPOILERS AHEAD.

READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

As you laid with your back on the luxurious couch cushions, one hand on your swollen belly and the other splayed to the side, you were deep in thought of how this could have possibly happened. Being only 16 weeks pregnant, your belly was not very large yet, but you were beginning to take notice of some of the more common side effects of pregnancy. Not only had you become extremely moody within the past week, but it seemed like you were constantly horny. Unfortunately, you couldn’t ask for assistance with this kind of thing in the fear of Dabi leaving red marks and bruises all over your body again. He hadn’t done anything like this since he first found out that you were pregnant, in fact he hadn’t even touched anything besides your belly, but you needed to protect your baby at all costs and you didn’t know what he was capable of.

Since he found out the news, he had become a whole other level of unhinged that frightened you to the core. His mother complex was at an all-time high, constantly referring to you as “mommy” and he seemed to hail the baby inside of you as some upcoming messiah. You would constantly awaken in the middle of the night to find him laying in between your thighs with both hands on your stomach, pressing his mouth on to your now exposed belly button and mumbling about all of the things “his creation” will accomplish. That was the main name he’d call his child and it left a bad taste in your mouth. a few days ago, he had felt the baby moving around in your stomach and now it seemed that his hands always had to be glued to you. It drove you nuts but you could never say that to him in fear of him hurting you and the baby.

Moments like these alone were few and far in between and you drank in every second of it. You hadn’t touched yourself in so long you felt like you’d burst from the tension. Coyly, you slowly push your stretched sweatpants out of the way and poke your finger through your underwear to your swollen clit and start to rub in small, slow circles. You close your eyes and try to imagine you’re somewhere else when you hear the door slam so hard that the walls of your shared room trembled. 

With a gasp, you rip your hand away from your underwear and hold them both up to your face with exposed palms as if it was a police officer who’d just knocked down the door Kool-Aid Man style. Dabi’s eyes are locked on to your form in a menacing scowl, the corners of his mouth slightly pulled down on his staples with a furrowed brow and eyes wide with insanity.

You both stare at each other without moving as if he were a T-Rex that could sense any motion. After a few very long seconds of deafening silence, you whisper “To-” 

“Don’t you fucking call me that” He snarls.

Slience.

“You think I’m ugly?” He grunts.

“... wha’?” 

“Don’t play dumb, y/n, or I’ll burn you.”

You swear you could never figure this guy out no matter how long you lived with him. He would always do this kind of thing and sometimes you thought he was looking for things to be angry about.

He slowly walks over to you in slow, menacing steps and looks down at you, eyes squinted and searching your dumbfounded expression. He luckily seemed to relax a bit.

“Maybe you are just dumb.” He said with a sneer.

He watched as you curled into yourself and scrunch your eyebrows, obviously insulted by his harsh tone.

“Don’t give me the puppy dog eyes, babe, I prefer you nice and stupid. It’s cute.”

More silence. His brows furrow again.

“If you keep rejecting me like this you’re gonna hurt my feelings. You wouldn’t want that, right? You’re so sweet.”

You have no idea what he’s talking about. Never once had you rejected him, he just never asked to touch you. In all honesty you would clearly be able to tell when he was in the mood by the way that he’d stare at you. You just pretended not to notice. It was annoying how he expected you to be a mind reader.

Suddenly Dabi roughly grasps your ankle that’s propped up on the sofa handle and yanks your body so that you’re forced to sit up and face him. For someone who usually treats you like glass, he sure is rough with you once he gets excited.

He then gently places both of his hands on your belly and begins to briskly rub circles under your shirt, sloppily kissing your exposed skin. He wastes no time in tugging you shirt up with one hand while he begins to pull down your pants with the other. After struggling with your pant legs while kissing your chest, he pulls his face away from your cleavage to notice a small darkened splotch on your bra. He pauses his frenzied movements and apprehensively unhooks your bra to reveal a white fluid seeping out of your nipple.

“Is something wrong?” You inquire.

He doesn’t respond as he squints his eyes and experimentally swipes the pad of his pointer finger over the liquid and places that finger into his mouth. There’s a visible, adoring light that turns on in his eyes as he registers what it must be. A soft smile stretches on his split lips.

“You’re leaking, mommy.” he croaks. He adores you. You’re really a mom now.

“Let me help.” There’s almost no warning as he roughly squeezes your breast, causing more milk to flow out, latching his leather-like lips onto your areola, suckling your nipple between his tongue and top row of his teeth as if he hadn’t drank anything for weeks. 

Your sharp gasps only encourage him to continue with more desperation as he starts to slip out of reality. His breathing is comparable to that of an enraged bull as he pushes your chest down further into the cushion.

You are at a loss for words as your fully clothed captor ravages your partially nude body. You feel yourself get slick with arousal as you wrap your legs around his hips in an attempt to wordlessly let him know of your neglected state. Luckily for you, he takes notice of this and eagerly shoves a hand down your soaked panties while the other continues its death-clench on your abused tit and rapidly moves his hand up and down your slit, forcing a whimper out of your gaping mouth and causing your body to spasm each time he hits your clit.

As he finally comes up for air, he takes a deep inhale of air and starts the same assault on your other breast, gripping your skin so tightly that you were sure you’d be left with finger-sized bruises.

Without warning, he shoves two long fingers up your pussy as far as possible. A gasp comes deep from within your rib cage and out of your mouth as tears of pain drip down your flushed cheek from the corner of your eye. Dabi interprets your shock as pleasure, egging him on to briskly move his finger up and down your hole.

“s-s...st-...Dabi... please stop!” you’re hyperventilating, fat tears pouring down your cheeks.

Dabi halts immediately, slowly releasing his mouth from your now swollen nipple as a string of saliva connects his mouth to your bud until it breaks off as he looks up at you with twinkling, adoring eyes.

“You okay, mommy?” he whispers.

You can’t find it within yourself to respond as he raises his hands above your bare shoulders to dig his nails into the cushion beside both sides of your head, threatening to rip the material. His eyes go wide with mania as he licks your tears off of your face.

He gently releases his nails from the sofa, unbuttons his pants, slips them off of each of his legs, and tenderly wraps his arms around your torso, pulling your bloated midsection against his body, and shifting you back down to a side-laying position on the cushions to share the space with him. He wraps one of his bare, scarred legs over one of your thighs and he pushes the other in between your legs as he continues to cling to your back. You can feel his erection stabbing into your belly as he presses little kisses all over your neck.

“Tell me you love me.” he says, rocking his hips back and forth.

[bthump]

madchen replied to your post “Let's say Griffith was kinda aware of his feelings. What kind of...”

omg the razing falconia one... these are all so good especially the fact that griffith would have cliche dubcon fantasies about enemy warlord guts fucking him. like he wants it but he wants guts to take it from him so he doesn’t have to make that choice, and irl guts would never do anything like that to griffith which is why it’s so good. and griffith would try so hard to not bring emotions into it but he’s def finished once while accidentally imagining guts telling him “i love you”- and it fucked him up good afterwards. doooo you have any thoughts on like flip side guts fantasies involving griffith? like canon, post eclipse, au where they get together, any spin really? i think guts is way more like, sweet and vanilla in his imagination than griffith (tho griffith is vanilla too just more active imagination) + idol more basic? but man…he’s just so canonically focused on griffs physical beauty and says some romantic ass shit it’s gotta be saccharine and ridiculous sometimes griffith def fantasizes about like, calling guts to his tent and complimenting him on being an Excellent Soldier or whatever and “rewards” him via a blowjob. or like corny gay porn scenario where griffith makes that “wow what a big sword i wouldn’t be able to handle it” comment he makes in the ovas that leads to like griffith jerking him off of w/e

God like I wish I had the ability to start and then finish a fic because I feel like Guts and Griffith’s fantasies about each other would make a great series of character studies lmao. Like Griffith coming when he accidentally thinks about Guts telling him he loves him and then being out of sorts all day, that’s solid stuff right there.

Also ngl that “it’s an amazing sword, I could never wield it” line (which is also in the manga actually, tho the ova adds a suggestive sword movement so credit where it’s due) is such a perfect cliche porn intro, it would be tragic if it never featured in either of their fantasies.

As for Guts’ fantasies... during the Golden Age honestly I don’t think his fantasies would’ve ever got further than imagining leaning in and brushing Griffith’s hair back during the staircase Zodd conversation, or something like that. Coming back from his dream journey, meeting Griffith again as his equal, embracing him in a manly fashion, aaaaaand then his mind trails off and he gets moody and scowly for no apparent reason. It’s really hard for me to imagine him as self aware about wanting to fuck Griffith back then.

Tho maybe in the very early days he’d think about it, yk not long after he asked Griffith if he was gay, offered sex as stakes for the duel, and got all “commander Griffith, are you trying to seduce me” before the naked waterfight. But I don’t think he’d make the connection between wondering about it and wanting it at that point. And I feel like once he started considering Griffith his friend those thoughts would mostly fade. And if the question of sex with Griffith popped into his head again later on it would be with a bit of exasperation and bemusement, rather than any longing (that he’s aware of). So less a fantasy and more of an occasionally recurring stray thought that he doesn’t want to consider too closely.

He would’ve started thinking about sex as a real option, at least one he could’ve/should’ve pursued in the past, about 20 minutes after realizing he shouldn’t’ve left at the end of chapter 71, but then the Eclipse happened and he had other things to think about lol.

But I think Guts definitely, like honestly very nearly canonically as far as I’m concerned, started fantasizing about him properly after NGriff’s resurrection.

Like you’re gonna look at this page and tell me Guts did not jerk it while picturing this that very night?

Please. Let’s be reasonable here.

Throw in the Beast of Darkness’ taunts about Guts dreaming about Griffith and longing for him and Guts’ urge to get “closer and closer to Griffith” through a sexual act, and I consider this reading a pretty easy sell lol.

Anyway at this point Guts’ fantasies about Griffith would be a wildly confusing and painful mashup of regret and longing for the past and just replaying moments with Griffith in his head imagining actually going for it and kissing Griffith and having sex with him and never ruining anyone’s life, and like dark and violent fantasies about NeoGriffith. Like lbr here we already saw eroguro shit with Casca thanks to the Beast of Darkness, that style of dark is a shoe-in.

To get more detailed wrt the former, at this point I feel like Guts is aware that Griffith loved him. It’s not something he often wants to think about because it makes him sad and confused, but he knows it. A dude doesn’t destroy his own life and spend a year in a torture chamber after you leave him just because you’re his bff. He knows that there’s a good chance if he kissed Griffith back then, Griffith would’ve wanted it and everything else Guts could give him.

Guts would imagine kissing him during a night of like victory celebrations or w/e and having tender emotional sex in one of their dark tents. He’d imagine kissing him and sucking him off against a tree after the ‘do you think i’m cruel’ conversation to demonstrate exactly how he sees Griffith. He’d imagine bending Griffith over the desk in his study, lying together with him as Griffith reads one of his books, bathing together and getting playful in the water, fighting back to back and fucking after emerging victorious, Griffith saving his life and then kissing him passionately in a thank-god-you’re-alive way. Griffith lying on top of him, leaning down to kiss him with his hair falling around Guts’ head like a curtain. Griffith telling him about Gennon and telling Guts how good and unlike him or any other monster he is.

Not realistic but yk emotionally true, maybe strolling right up the Promrose Hall steps and kissing Griffith in front of Charlotte to directly and smugly challenge his speech, leaving him dazed and needy and staring at him like he’s the only thing in the world. Guts would imagine that focused gaze a lot in hindsight, after missing its significance at the time.

Ooh and Guts would have a few fantasies of Griffith watching him and jerking off to him. Like he’d fantasize about Griffith fantasizing about him. “I found someone I really wanted to have look at me,” come on. He wants to be wanted so bad.

Oh and speaking of that, a lot of his dark present-day fantasies would involve forcing NGriff to look at him and acknowledge him. And like, that could easily veer into sad angst too, imagining seeing glimpses of his Griffith through NGriff’s mask while he’s fucking him and/or stabbing a sword through him or whatever else, that kind of thing.

Liiiiike Guts is a giant mess at this point of the story, it’s perfect for cramming in all this wildly emotional stuff lol. He’s having a bad time psychologically and this mix of tenderness and regret and painful emotional truths and neediness and loneliness and rage and violence and hatred and love, man, it could all manifest through this longing for Griffith.

Oh and finally in like, say an AU where they got together during the Golden Age and lived happily ever after, a lot of the human Griffith fantasies would still apply like yk Guts getting off to Griffith getting off to him, life-saving, fighting together, etc.

But I think Guts in that situation would also have some possessive fantasies as well, especially if he’s feeling a little neglected while Griffith pursues his dream. Leaving mild marks and bruises so Griffith thinks about him throughout the day, fantasizing about teasing him so he’s uncomfortably turned on before a meeting with nobles or something, maybe more out there, unrealistic fantasies like having the ability to touch him from a distance or being invisible and (consensually imo) caressing him while he’s socializing at a ball until Griffith’s poker face breaks (but no humilliation kink, that wouldn’t be Guts’ style, the fantasy would just end at that point imo), yk that kind of thing.

Also if he hasn’t heard the Promrose Hall speech, after a while of having regular sex with Griffith I think he’d probably be somewhat into the idea of v mild d/s with Griffith giving orders. More praise kink than anything, like Griffith telling him exactly how he wants to be fucked or blown in a moderately commanding way, and Guts doing it and Griffith being very vocal in his appreciation, telling him how good he is. I feel like I just described a sex scenario more than a fantasy, but yk Guts could imagine it for a while before doing it, and I feel like Griffith would actually not be into that so it might stay a fantasy.

And he’d fantasize about Griffith fucking him for a while before he got the nerve to ask him to.

Ok that’s all I got for now, ty for asking and giving me the opportunity to write another giant post about griffguts sexual fantasies lol. lmk if you have any more thoughts on this!

[moved-velcr0wn]

Random Drabble prompt thing: Emerald get sent on a business trip by air and turns out Takano has never been on an aeroplane before and figures out he is deathly afraid of flying. Ritsu, who was forced to sit beside him, tries to calm him down. Here ensues the flllluuufff!!! Lmao (you don’t have to use this I’m just running out of nostalgia fics tbh)

Here we go! (Sorry it took me awhile; life happened)

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“Ricchan! Ricchan!”

“Kisa, what?” Ritsu maneuvered his way deeper into the plane’s tiny aisles. Kisa bounded in front of him, joyfully tiptoeing around other passengers’ ill-placed baggage and sprawling limbs. The two editors were near last to board the plane to Sendai for a manga production conference thanks to someone’s need to buy one more latte before take off. Kisa now sipped from his coffee cup with enthusiasm, a speck of foam caught on his upper lip, not concerned at all that they had almost been separated from their other Emerald coworkers. Ritsu was just relieved that they had even made it to their terminal in time.

“I was wondering which seat you got, because I know we’re all spread out, but I also know Hitori- ah, excuse me, thank you- got assigned his seat next to Mino, so maybe we’ll get to sit together!”

Ritsu has been so preoccupied with not being stranded in the airport that he didn’t even think to check for his seating assignment. He felt around in his laptop shoulder bag for his boarding pass and scanned the paper for those little figures.

“Ricchan, I’m in row 35, the aisle seat! How lucky; I’ve had so much to drink this morning, and you can’t even understand how badly I’ve got to go.”

Ritsu didn’t have any desire to want to understand that, but anyways…

“It says I’m in row 40; sorry, Kisa.” Ritsu had gotten the aisle seat as well, so that was a plus. Kisa looked back at Ritsu with disappointment, still making his way down the aisle to their seats. “That’s just too bad. But who knows, we may share a row on the way back home.” Kisa sent a hopeful grin to his coworker and friend, then turned back to focus on the path his feet were taking.

“Yes, maybe.” Ritsu jostled his laptop bag up farther onto his shoulder. His hands held his boarding pass as he searched the adjacent seats for which row number they were at now. A woman sat in her chair, already buckled in for takeoff with a chubby toddler crawling into her lap, tiny hands grabbing for her hair. Ritsu looked above her at the overhead compartments. It read 33. Just a bit father then.

Kisa finally hit his row and sat down happily next to his temporary neighbor for the next hour or so. The other occupant of row 35, an older man with a large, puffy winter jacket (it was summer for heaven’s sake) bristled at his sudden jovial presence and turned away to scowl out of the plane’s tiny window. Kisa’s eyes widened, and he gingerly waved goodbye to Ritsu, who smiled in encouragement. Just an hour Kisa! Hold on for an hour! An hour wasn’t so bad.

As Ritsu meandered deeper into the plane he searched the rows for his number.

38, 39, 40!

No. No, he could not sit here for an hour. The next sixty minutes would kill him.

“Takano, you’re in my seat.”

Takano’s eyes fluttered open in surprise at the sound of Ritsu’s annoyed voice. The man was leisurely reclined back in Ritsu’s seat, disregarding the fact that all of the chairs would have to be in the upright position before take off. His long legs were spread wide, suit jacket laid across his lap with precise care.

“I don’t think I am.”

Ritsu barely suppressed a shout of anger. He was holding him up! Holding the whole plane up! The brunette showed his boarding pass, still clutched securely in his grasp, to his boss. “I have the aisle seat.”

Takano read over the pass and stood up, scooting over to the other sear. “Your throne awaits, your majesty.”

Ritsu rolled his eyes, sitting down with a huff. He shoved his bag under the chair in front of him and buckled his seatbelt in, glancing over at Takano. There was something off about the way he was sitting. He was tensed up, eyes darting from one thing to another in the cabin. He made eye contact with Ritsu and raised a brow.

“I’m glad you could finally make it. We almost left without you.”

Ritsu straightened his back and shook his head. “Kisa demanded that I go with him to get another coffee from one of the shops. The line was long, and I should have just left, but I didn’t, then we almost missed our boarding time-“

“Hey, it’s fine. You’re here now.”

Ritsu leaned back in his chair. That was true. “Ah, yes. I am.”

“You are.”

Silence fell over the pair.

After many beats of awkwardness, Takano spoke up again. “I didn’t expect this to be so big.”

Ritsu turned to him. “The plane? I think it’s average size for a non-international flight.”

Takano shrugged. “I wouldn’t know. This is my first one.”

“This is your first time on an airplane?”

“I guess so.”

Ritsu couldn’t even comprehend that. His whole life was filled with family trips and school visits and vacations, all of them involving planes.

Ritsu nodded and pulled out an in-air magazine to occupy himself with. He was scanning over the snack selections when Takano spoke up again. “How many of these things crash on average?”

Ritsu closed his magazine and focused on Takano. His fingers were tapping onto the armrest at a rapid pace. His leg bounced up and down and up and down. His eyebrows were pinched together.

Takano was scared of flying.

Ritsu searched his face. His boss, his ex-lover (arguably, current lover) was scared of flying on an airplane.

Ritsu’s voice was soft when he spoke. “It’s extremely rare for one to even have a problem, much less malfunction completely in the air.” Takano searched his eyes for verification. “I promise we won’t crash.”

Takano nodded gently.

The pilot spoke over the intercom about safety and information about the flight and arrival time. A flight attendant stood in the aisle and demonstrated how to attach and detach safety belts, activate life jackets, and exit the aircraft in the occurrence of an emergency. Takano watched with rapt attention. Ritsu couldn’t help the growing feeling of concern for him. He just seemed so vulnerable.

When the plane finally was positioned for takeoff, Takano started up a staccato breathing pattern, his breath jumping at every movement the plane made.

Ritsu’s hands seemed to move on their own as they reached over to pet along Takano’s tense arms. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s just setting up on the runway.” Takano shuddered out another breath and turned to the window. Unshed tears swam in the bottoms of his eyelids. Ritsu’s heart dropped.

Takano’s voice shook when he spoke next. “This is so stupid.” He looked over at Ritsu. “I’m sorry.”

The brunette shook his head to the side and continued consoling Takano with measured strokes. “Don’t be sorry. This is totally normal. Plenty people get nervous on airplanes.”Takano didn’t respond. The plane filled with sounds of whooshing air and whirring machinery. Takano’s hands fisted the armrests, his knuckles white and shivering. Ritsu’s attention went to his hands, tracing lines onto the backs of his fingers. “It’s alright, Takano. Just the engines.”

The plane jerked into motion and propelled itself down the runway. Takano’s unsteady gaze shot to the window to watch the scenery rush by them. “Fuck, we’re going fast.”

“Think of it as a car, just a really fast car in the air, yeah? Um.” Takano’s eyes finally let a tear slip down his cheek, leaving a damp trail behind. Ritsu hates to see him like this. Maybe if he got his mind on something else? “Do you remember the field trip our school took to that chemical plant?” Takano’s distress seemed to slightly drop as he focused on Ritsu’s words. “I hated that trip. I read throughout the whole bus tour, not a care in the world. But you kept pestering me to look out the windows at the nitrogen facility. Of course, I would look ever now and then just to sate you, but. That novel was so good.” Takano’s full attention was on him now. “I’d like to find that book again and reread it.”

“It’s called Wind With No Luck. You, uh. Fell asleep on the ride back, and I read some of it.” One of Takano’s hands unattached itself from its strong grip to wipe at his face. “I thought its language was too frivolous for the subject matter.”

Ritsu smiled at the man. It was working. “Understandable, but I quite enjoyed it. Lovely character setups and an effective use of foreshadowing.”

Takano agreed with a hum. The plane suddenly rose up, taking flight. Takano’s hands reached for Ritsu’s, and of course, Ritsu allowed Takano to take his fingers and intertwine them with his own. How could he not? His grip was bruising, but Ritsu didn’t care. What was more important was Takano right now.

“Try breathing with me,” Ritsu prompted. He took a deep breath in, and let it out slowly, then once again. Takano nodded and followed. Deep breath in, slow exhale. Ritsu smiled at the man. “Good. Really good.”

The pair sat there breathing together as the plane ascended into the sky. Ritsu’s fingers resumed their tracing onto the backs of Takano’s hands. Streams of light flowed in from the window as their plane pierced the clouds and reached the airspace above the horizon.

When the plane seemed to neutralize into a more linear path of travel, the intercom crackled to life above them, the pilot updating the passengers on the flight’s info and informing them that the seatbelt signs would be turned off. Takano seemed to let every ounce of air out of his lungs in a long exhale. Ritsu shifted in his seat. He noticed the person in the seat in front of him stand to roam the plane. The man glared at their intertwined hands and clucked his tongue in disgust. Ritsu stared right back. Who was he to reprimand them? Especially while Takano needed him right now.

Takano’s loosening grip pulled Ritsu‘s attention away from the scowling man and back to Takano. His eyes were dry, eyes affectionate, his lips curled into a loving smile. “Thank you, Onodera.”

Ritsu continued to draw never-ending lines into Takano’s hands. “It’s no problem at all.” Ritsu unconsciously leaned into Takano. Ritsu was so glad he was feeling better.

Takano’s breath was back to normal, and his whole posture was much less tense. The two sat there in peace, neither one detaching their hands from the others’.

Ritsu looked past Takano to peek at the window. The clouds swirled like paint, colored gold with the sun’s beams of light. His attention was drawn to Takano, eyes shut gracefully, and smile adorned.

Maybe this flight wouldn’t be so bad after all.