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comethead · 1 year ago

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Wrong Number

MDNI // smutfic // Jason Todd x Reader

“You accidentally take an edible laced with sex pollen, and unbeknownst to you, you called Jason instead of Ivy. Smut ensues.”

(gender-neutral reader, no use of y/n, recreational drug use, sex pollen, missionary, creampie, aphrodisiacs)

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[dedicated to @fcthots ]

Your breaths come out in short puffs, sweat beading on your forehead. Your skin is on fire, and there’s an undeniable ache between your legs you can’t ignore anymore. Stripped naked, you laid on your bed, legs squeezed together to try and alleviate your burning desire. Dammit. You reach out to your phone, sweeping your hand over your sheets until your fingers make contact with the smooth surface of your screen. Opening it, you scroll down your contacts. F, G, H, I, J. You hit Ivy’s contact, and close your eyes while you let it ring. Hearing it connect, you groan, “Ivyyyy, I don’t know what was in that damn edible you made but I feel- I don’t- ugh.” You smack your bed in frustration, tears welling up from the tension in your stomach. This was embarrassing. You were high, and then horny, but now the high has worn off and you’re still trying to get off. “You know what- never mind, I’ll talk to you later.” You clicked the end call button, and rolled onto your back. Okay, time to try and finish.

Jason stared at the phone in his hand, the screen on ‘call ended’. What the hell was that about? Shit, you weren’t in trouble were you? Edible, huh… He heard from you that Ivy was dabbling in making some after growing weed, which, whatever, she’s not destroying city blocks with her plants anymore so he’ll take that any day. But by your words, it seemed like she’s up to something, he’ll have to check on that later. Or…

“Hey, Oracle. Do me a favor and look into Ivy for me?”

“Sure, what for?” came her reply.

“Mmm, well my friend took one of her edibles and-”

“Wait. Edibles? You better not be doing some stupid prank Hood, or I swear-”

“No! No, it's-,” he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose,”She just sounded like she was in trouble, but whatever, I’ll deal with it.”

“Oh.” He could hear through the comm link the way her voice softened, which he’s not sure if he hates or is grateful for. “Alright, I’ll send someone over to Ivy’s location.”

“Thanks.”

He shut off the link and looked over to your fire escape. Parking his bike in the alley that ran next to your place, he scaled the wall and clambered onto the escape. It was dark in your room, but you left your window open. Pulling the screen aside, Jason stepped into the room and onto the little welcome mat you put there as a stupid joke. He opened his mouth to speak but stopped.

You were on your side, moans muffled by your pillow as you worked your fingers faster, the slick noises accompanying your voice. His eyes widened, heat shooting through his body as he felt his dick twitch in his combat pants. Fuck, oh how he’s thought of you like this for some nights now. But not now, he thought, must’ve been some of Ivy’s aphrodisiac in that edible. Clearing his throat, he stepped closer. You squeal, and bolt upright, looking at him with wide eyes. “Wha- Jay, what are you doing here?”

“You called me,” he shrugged, ”Wrong number, I guess.”

You stared at him, gears turning in your brain. Maybe, maybe not ‘wrong number’. He could help you, couldn’t he? He’s always been on your mind like that, you might’ve had some unholy thoughts about your best friend.

“Jay,” you whisper, crawling on your hands and knees toward him, “Please,” you’re reaching up to his face now, settling your hand on his mask, “fuck me”.

“Uhh.” It’s his turn to stare at you, eyes trailing over the slope of your chest. “I- I mean, no, you’ve been dosed with some aphrodisiac-” You’re taking his mask off now, sliding your other hand down his chest- “And- and I can’t-”, his breath catches as your hand is placed right on top of his tummy, “-you don’t know what you want,” he finished, glancing from your hands to your half-lidded eyes.

“I don’t?” You gaze back into his eyes, looking down to his lips as you move closer, ghosting your hands over his body and placing them on his shoulders. Your lips connect, and he deepens the kiss, placing his hands on your waist. You pull him closer to you, shifting back until you can bring him down to your level, lips still on each other as he runs a hand through your hair. Your hair catches on his fingers and it pulls, but it feels so good the way he’s bringing his hand through from your scalp and grabbing a fistful of your hair at the back. You moan into his mouth as your kisses get sloppier, as he releases your hair and his hands wander down over your nude body, caressing your thighs. You don’t know if you can take it anymore. Pulling back from his kiss, you breathe,”Jay, please, I need you so badly, I- I can’t-”. You gasp as he suddenly grips your thighs and curses.

Straightening, he starts to strip as you watch, flushing as you spot his happy trail and finally, as he pulls his pants down you can see the bump of his bulge in his boxers. You rub your thighs together, scooting back onto the bed to give him space to mount you. You can see him tracing the shape of your body with his eyes, finally locking onto the wetness between your legs. Jason pushes his boxers down, letting his cock spring free and you can see he’s already leaking precum, which threatens to snap that tight band in your stomach. Throwing your head back, you moan and spread your legs for him. “Yeah,” he breathes, “Yeah I’ll fuck you alright,” as he looms over your needy body. He kneels on the bed, lining his stiff cock with your entrance and begins to push in.

“Fuuuckk, baby you gotta relax,” he moans, pressing into you slowly as your mouth gapes from how he’s stretching you open. You swear you almost cum immediately from his intrusion, but your arousal heightens as he thrusts all the way in. You cry out in pleasure, gripping your sheets and squeezing your eyes shut as he starts to fuck you, slowly at first but quickening his pace as to seeing how desperate you are. You were practically rolling your hips onto his cock until he held them still and fucked you at a punishing pace. He groaned, his ear tickled with your pleading and moaning. It felt so good, the burning feeling turned into pleasure as Jason rocked his hips into yours, and you were sure you were going to finally cum.

“Fuck, you’re so good for me aren’t you?” he moans, the sounds of your sex filling the room.

“You’re close, aren’t you baby? C’mon then,” he lowers his face towards your ear, “Cum for me sweetheart,” he whispers, and finally that tension snaps and you cry out, your orgasm forcing your eyes shut as you cream around his cock that’s still pumping hard into you. You pant as he curses and thrusts into you faster, chasing his own high until he’s spilling his cum into you, the warmth making your belly tingle. He’s panting too, as he pulls out of you and stands up, reaching over to grab a towel from your dresser. He cleans you up and you stare up at him, eyes half-lidded and the only sounds that fill the room are of you two breathing hard. You don’t talk and neither does he, and you move over on the bed to give him room as he lays next to you. He moves onto his side, propping his head up with a hand as he smirks, “Not bad, huh?”

You snort, and snuggle closer to him.

“Not bad at all, Jay.”

#mdni #this is my first smut i wrote this in one go no beta readers #i think it’d be funny if harley and ivy were stoner girlfriends. they had weed and chilled out.#jason todd #red hood #jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #jason todd smut #dc smut #smut fic #sex pollen

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freak-accident419 · 11 months ago

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Good Looking Boy

Billy (Burn 2019) x GN!Reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Summary: On a chilly December night, you and Billy catch up. Then, you make an important decision.

Word Count: 3.1k

Content: gender neutral reader, fluff, cursing, alcohol, mention of holidays (gift giving), slight suggestive comment

(A/n: thank you to everyone for all your support for this short multiple-part fic! It means so much to me! I hope I did its finale justice :) also credit to the person who suggested a bar scene !)

You watched him take a short sip of his beer as you fidgeted with your bottle.

You two agreed that you would catch up at this bar at the corner of the street when you were done with your shift. It has only been a few weeks since you’ve last seen him, but it felt like forever to you, hence the slight awkwardness in the atmosphere.

“So… did you pay off your debt…?” You ask hesitantly, continuing to fidget with the beer bottle in front of you. You finally looked at him, observing his brown eyes softening at the sight of you. The right side of his face was still scarred by the second-degree burn that hot coffee gave him. But you’ve only ever seen him like this, and so, to you, he still looked as handsome as he was since you last saw him.

“Yeah, I… I paid them off,” he answered bluntly.

“And the thing with the bikers? Are you… on good terms with them now?”

In response, he let out a scoff and a quiet chuckle, shaking his head.

“Ugh, dude, what did you do?” You say with exasperation, though amused by his lighthearted manner.

“They wanted the money, but, um… They all sort of… still hate me, so… those assholes gave me a warning: if they see my face again, they’ll kill me, so…” He trails off, taking a fairly tame swig of alcohol before he continues. You noticed that he seemed calmer since you’ve last seen him. As if he worked on himself, his temper, and spontaneous vulgarity. You admired that. “I’m gonna have to go. Unwillingly leave town, you know.”

“Damn,” you mutter, briefly sipping your drink. “That was your initial plan anyways though, right? To, like, just leave this place?”

He let out a soft sigh, which slightly puzzled you. Why did he seem so disappointed?

“Before I was on my way to meet up with them, I just… I got the idea that maybe I just shouldn’t leave. I thought that, um… leaving someplace that’s, uh… desirable… would be a very idiotic thing for me to do,” he explains, only baffling you even more.

“Okay? But you said it yourself, after you paid them off, you wanted to leave town and start anew, have a fresh start. What makes Upstate New York so… great, I guess, that you don’t want to leave?” You inquire with a lighthearted chuckle.

He fidgets with his beer bottle anxiously before looking back at you to answer. “You…”

You were stunned. You opened your mouth slightly to respond, but no words came out. You didn’t know him too well—but after an hour of being stuck together, you knew him enough, at the very least. But why did you have such an impact on him? You guessed that you had an indubitable liking for him too—similar to a childlike crush, though fueled solely by shared trauma. But you never really thought of it that much until now.

“Billy, I…” you stuttered out. “I… I mean… You had a whole plan, I… I just don’t understand. I like you, Billy, but… why should I be the reason you would want to stay here? You don’t really know me…”

“Well…” He wanted to argue that you two already learned a lot about each other from the time you’ve spent together, but even he realized it would be faulty reasoning. “Fuck, I want to get to know you better, then,” he urged gently.

He looked down at your hands, which were on the table near your drink. He reached his hands towards yours hesitantly, giving you a look by the raise of his eyebrows that asked for your permission. You nodded, watching him finally grab your hands, observing your one wrist, in which the bruise from the zip tie was completely gone. He tenderly rubbed his thumb over your wrists and palms. You felt the warm metal of his ring run against your skin as he would move his index finger. The slightly red dent on his wrist that you last saw on the day you escaped had also disappeared entirely. So it seemed like the only thing that followed him—the only thing that haunted him ever since the gas station, was his burn scar.

“I just…” he began, continuing to look down at your hands as he caressed them. It was something he did a lot, you noticed. You think it calmed him down. “I don’t know why I’m so… pulled to you. It’s fucking stupid, I know, and I’ve probably sounded like a dumbass this entire time, but… I mean it when I say I want to get to know you.”

You stared down at your hands in his, unsure of how you felt. “Well… The bikers, they said that they were gonna kill you if they see your face again. That’s, like… implying they want you out of town. You have to go, Billy. You can’t, shit, risk your life for me.”

“That’s why I want you to run away with me,” he urged softly.

“Billy—”

“I want you to come with me,” he pleads. In his mind, Billy thought it was quite ironic how he wanted you to go with him so badly; he rejected Melinda almost immediately when she asked to go with him. But this was different. You weren’t Melinda. You were you. And he desperately wanted to leave with you. But there seemed to be no way for that to happen.

“Billy, we already talked about this. I… I can’t just leave everything I have here behind,” you reason. “Plus, it’s been weeks ever since I last saw you. You had all this time to come see me, where have you been?”

He pursed his lips. “After the bikers gave me a few ‘friendly’ warning shots, I sort of left immediately. I just kept going west. Stayed in a couple motels. But it just… felt wrong, you know? I felt empty and… fuck, out of place… So, I guess I just… came back here to see you one more time…” he confessed, making your heart beat faster and face warmer. Nobody has ever done this grand of a gesture for you. You almost felt bad. You had made a deep connection with him back at the gas station, and suddenly you were worth a lot to him. “Shit, I… I honestly couldn’t stop thinking about you. I wanted to, because I knew it would be… really fucking bad if I tried to come back, but… You were always on my mind. Every second, I… thought about your laughter, and your voice, and I didn’t want to forget it. And-and most of all, you saved my life.” You frowned, because you considered it as a team effort, rather. “Something finally good in my life, for the first fucking time, happened to me and I can’t just—just stand by and let it just leave while I could do something about it.”

You were surprised, to say the least. You never knew you could be this important to someone, let alone someone you’ve only been around with for less than a day. “Billy, I—” You stammered with fluster. “I have to admit, I thought about you multiple times ever since. I sort of always wished I’d run into you whenever I went to a gas station. I think I even dreamed about you multiple times… To be honest, I always thought what would’ve happened if I said yes before and left with you.” He felt your thumb trace delicately along the back of his hand. “Never thought I’d ever think of a gas station robber as handsome and charming.” He chuckled softly in response, his lips forming into a cute, flattered smile.

“I love that you’re here, really. I love that you came back to see me,” You told him. “But… like I said, I can’t come with you.” You would love to, however, you knew it. But you couldn’t just leave everything you had here behind… Could you?

He sighed softly. “Okay, I understand,” he says. “But shit, just… Let me get to know you better before I have to leave for sure. Please. How about I just take you for a drive, then? Just around the block?”

Billy was heavily insistent. After all, he always goes for what he wants.

“The both of us have been drinking, Billy,” you say with guilt. You hated constantly rejecting him. You did want to get to know him better, you did want to spend time with him, but the circumstances and motives were utterly complicated.

You chuckled a bit, however, sort of amused by how much he wanted to be around you. “I don’t know, you can’t just, like… enjoy the moment right now?” You ask as you two look back down at your hands, which were being gently rubbed against each other, Billy’s thumb caressing the back of your hand.

“I don’t know if that’s gonna be enough for me, Y/n,” he claimed dejectedly.

“Why don’t we just take a walk, then? To, like, the nearest park or something,” you offer, feeling his warm fingertips glide softly over your nails. “We could… We could do that.”

After thinking about it for a second, he nodded compliantly.

***

It was supposed to be dark outside, however the street lamps nearby and string lights across buildings liberally illuminated the area. It has been probably half an hour since you two sat down on a park bench, just speaking to each other with occasional banter. That was probably the strongest thing you had with him: communication. Just talking about random things that led to discovering more things about one another. You’d done that while you were tied up together after all. It was how you mainly connected in that moment.

That was another thing, however. You weren’t forced in proximity anymore, but you two still wanted more of each other. Even if you didn’t show it. Your rejection did quite a number on Billy’s belief that his feelings were reciprocated, but as you two proceeded to laugh and talk together, it was reinforced.

“Okay… Quentin Tarantino.” You raise an eyebrow, grinning as you watched your warm breath escape your lips in a hazy, white mist.

“Damn. That one foot fetish guy?” he laughed.

“Yeah, the—the foot fetish guy,” you chuckle softly.

“Okay, easy, Pulp Fiction,” he answered. Met with your silence, he looked at you and you shook your head, smiling. “No?”

“No, I wouldn’t make it that obvious—”

“Kill Bill.”

“N—”

“Volume one or two?” You grin as he continued to guess wrong in your game. “Seriously, none of those?”

“From Dusk Til Dawn?” He nearly pouted, it was adorable. “I give up.”

“Jackie Brown. C’mon, man,” you snicker.

He playfully rolled his eyes, scoffing, making you giggle.

This was something you two did back at Paradise Pumps as well, while tied up and exhausted. You made a little game where you basically had to think of a movie and the other had to guess it by only knowing the name of its director.

He smiles softly as he looks at you, but then it gradually dropped, as the recurring thought that he would never see you again invaded his mind once more.

“You good?” You ask reluctantly, seeing his facial expression change.

“Yeah, I just…”

“You don’t want to leave me?” You finish his sentence with a sigh, seeing him nod in response. “It’s not so bad, Billy. You could leave, settle down, start a new life and leave behind all that crime and… biker gang beef,” you offer a small laugh before you continue.

“You could find somebody who is worthier than me. Someone who you didn’t bond with through shared trauma and forced proximity. Someone who would leave everything behind just for you, unlike me.” You wish you could, honestly. What was really stopping you? Fear? Guilt?

Billy scoffs as he listened to your statements, deeming them as bullshit. “Y/n, respectfully, shut the fuck up.” Your eyebrows raise in bewilderment. “I don’t want someone else, okay? I want you... Just you.”

Your heart nearly stopped and you looked at him with sole adoration for him.

And you had no idea what came over you in this moment, because once you heard him say this, you immediately pressed your lips to his, while hesitantly bringing your hands up to his face to gently hold it.

You heard his breath hitch as he soon melts into the kiss, moving his lips with yours and holding onto your wrists. His lips were soft and warm, and he was being nothing but gentle with you. You felt the the tender skin of his burn against your fingertips, your delicate and careful touch soothing him.

You weren’t sure what kind of confidence boost let you do something so impulsive as kissing someone. But the entire night, Billy had been relentlessly winning over your heart, expressing his immense admiration for you. You fell for him. And you had to do something about that.

“Fuck, you know, that…” he began hoarsely once your lips have separated, yet your faces were still very close to each other, switching back and forth from looking deeply into one’s eyes to their lips. “That was fucking evil. That just made it even harder for me to leave you,” he stressed as you two let out small, quiet chuckles.

He convinced you enough, you thought. What did you really have to lose…?

Or, rather, what would you gain?

“You don’t have to,” your voice was slightly raspy as you spoke with a smirk.

And what you would say next had marked your decision. “I’m coming with you, cowboy.”

He parted his lips in shock, so before he could say anything, you just kissed him again, deeply and affectionately, as you couldn’t help but smile in the kiss. You felt him pull you closer by the waist in a fairly strong grip, as if you were to disappear if he let you go. It was a sweet and affectionate kiss, the two of you expressing your admiration and fondness for each other. It was supposed to be cold, hell, it was December in New York. But you couldn’t help but feel pure warmth each second your kiss remained.

*** Two Weeks Later ***

“Open it,” you giggle softly.

“Seriously, when did you get the time to wrap a whole ass gift when we’ve been, like, on the road together this whole time?” Billy says with a smile as he examines the thin, neatly wrapped box in his hands.

“I found a service. While you were preoccupied. Now shut up. Happy Holidays. Open the damn thing.”

It’s been about two weeks since you agreed with leaving with him. After resigning from your job, you basically packed your bags and savings and he picked you up. You two didn’t face any problems so far as you traveled east. You only had an increased admiration for each other, as well as mutual understandings.

Now, you were in an empty parking lot, keeping warm inside the car during the evening. You surprised him with a wrapped gift for the holidays.

You watched him rip off the wrapping paper, making you involuntarily laugh as you saw his expression of disbelief, represented by his playful scoff and the rolling of his eyes.

‘Never Get Angry Again: The Foolproof Way to Stay Calm and in Control in Any Conversation or Situation’ by David J. Lieberman, PhD

He raised his eyebrows as he read over the cover of the anger management book and presented it to you. “Seriously?”

You snicker impishly as you see an amused smile creep at the corner of his lips. “Told you I would, didn’t I?”

“You are terrible,” Billy joked endearingly with a low chuckle.

“I know,” you retort cunningly, reaching over the center console of the car to give him a soft peck on the lips.

“But you have to admit, Y/n, I have been working on myself ever since,” he points out, making you scoff.

“Yeah, but you totally lashed out on that one guy when we were at that convenience store in Pittsburgh,” you insist.

“Okay, well, in my defense, I really didn’t like the way he was looking at you,” he shrugged with a knowing grin.

“Damn, should I have gotten you a book on jealousy as well?” you sneer.

“Hey, watch it,” he warned playfully.

“You know what, yeah, you’re right. I digress,” you concur nonchalantly. “If it weren’t for him getting an intense reaction out of you, then you wouldn’t have taken me straight to the bathroom and—”

“Okay, okay, that’s enough,” he chuckled softly as you laughed at your own delivery. “Just…” He reached in the back, grabbing a brown box that was sealed with clear tape. “Open your gift. Sorry I didn’t have the time to wrap it, like, I still have no idea how you had the time to do it behind my back, but yeah.”

He handed you his keys so you could rip the tape, then you opened the box, being met with styrofoam packaging. You removed the top layer, and then let out a small gasp as you saw the object, taking it in your hands.

It was a small Albany, New York snow globe. You were beaming as you shook it, watching the “snow” fall down on the capitol building.

“I thought you’d be homesick, so I snatched it right before we left,” he explained, smiling as he sees your reaction.

“Oh my god, Billy, it’s perfect,” you say in awe, then reach over the center console again to hug him tightly, feeling his arms wrap around you. “Thank you so much,” you say, kissing him deeply on his lips.

“‘F course, Y/n,” he mumbled sweetly, affectionately returning your kisses.

“You’re perfect,” you nearly whispered as you set the snow globe back in the box so your hands were free to hold his face. He always loved when you would do that. It brought a sort of comfort to him, making him feel safe and secure. He leaned into your touch as you kissed the right side of his face—his forehead and cheek—which were the areas that had been mildly burnt.

“Even when I robbed a gas station?” He asked under his breath, raising an eyebrow.

“Seriously?”

He always had a problem with being defined and associated with criminality, so you found it quite ironic for him to point it out.

“I’m fucking with you.”

You shove him playfully, which only resulted in him bringing you into an intense, deep kiss. “You are so perfect too, you know that?” He mutters softly. “I’m so fucking glad you came with me.” He artfully grabbed your hand and looked at you intimately as he pressed a gentle kiss to your wrist—the one that was zip tied to his. The one where the bruise on it had now been fully healed and gone.

“Me too,” you murmur ardently.

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notyourhetloki · 1 year ago

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birthday (nsfw)

Reader: gender neutral

/NSFW Haymitch Abernathy x Reader/

A/N: Guys I'm hyperfixated at this point... 1635 words of pure smut LOL it might not seem much but it is for me! yeahh I hope you like it xoxo

Warnings: reader has a vagina but is not referenced in any gendered terms, usage of the terms "slut" and "whore" for the reader, piv sex, oral sex (male receiving), rough sex, alcohol, porn without plot

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It was his birthday. Haymitch didn't enjoy this date, all the unwanted attention made him feel exposed and served as a reminder he was getting old. So he stopped celebrating it, but you did not.

You see, Haymitch hated receiving gifts just as much as he disliked shopping for presents for other people, but when you turned around the corner to reveal yourself wearing a beautiful set of light blue lingerie, he considered that maybe birthdays might have their quirks.

"I thought you'd like it..." You came to him as he settled on his armchair, drinking a glass of... something alcoholic. Legs spread open and eyes predatory, he looked at your body like it was a meal.

Walking slowly, you got close enough so he could touch you. "It matches your eyes..." You took his glass from his hand, grazing your fingers on his hot skin as you placed it on the bedside table.

"Fuck, baby..." He leaned forward so he could run his palms up and down your body, from your chest to your legs he brushed his hands over your skin, sending shivers down your spine. Soon he started toying with your panties, thumbs stretching the straps and letting go with a snap. He turned you around, grabbed on your ass and thighs, and pulled you closer so he could kiss and bite on your cheeks. You hummed in approval with every touch.

After he squeezed your ass and left love marks all over, you turned around again and got onto your knees, unzipping his pants and rolling them down his legs, Haymitch sighed in delight as his semi-hard cock glistened in anticipation. You gave it a good lick while looking at him, his eyes hungry and mouth slightly open singing words of praise. You even managed to get a soft moan from him, licking his shaft and planting kisses all around until he got fully hard.

You took his cock into your mouth, slowly getting his full length inside and started to suck. Bobbing your head up and down as you found momentum.

His head rolled back as he rested his hand on your hair, letting little noises escape now and then. Haymitch loved when you sucked him off, tongue circling the tip of his penis before diving down again, taking him fully inside. Your hand helped as well, jerking him while you focused on the top. Spit ran down his shaft and down your lips as you regained your breath.

"What a sight..." voice low and raspy, he taunted and massaged your scalp while you admired him. Blue eyes marveled at you, lips parted and blonde hair all messy... he looked so hot, especially from this angle. Soon you got back to work, though, and he seemed to appreciate it.

After a good few moments, he released a final groan before speaking again. "Ugh, I'm close, darling." And as soon as he said that, you stopped. Releasing his cock from your mouth with a pop. You rested on your knees then, looking at his incredulous expression.

Haymitch had a look in his eyes, dark and full of something you couldn't quite decipher. It sent shivers down your spine and wetness down your panties. You lifted yourself just enough so you could reach his face, and confessed what you really had in mind.

"You can do whatever you want to do to me, Haymitch. I know you want something... you can be rough if you'd like." The last sentence leaves your mouth like venom, in an innocent whisper.

Something clicked then, and suddenly he grabbed a fistful of your hair while looking at you in the eyes. "Open your mouth for me." His tone could almost be mistaken as rage, but Haymitch just felt a burning desire he could not extinguish anymore, something vicious.

You immediately obeyed his command, obscenely darting your tongue out. Haymitch took the opportunity to spit on it, and you promptly swallowed tasting the alcohol in him. "You'd do anything I asked you, right, love?" You nodded firmly, looking into his eyes as he grabbed you by the throat. "Yeah, you're my good little slut." Heat traveled through your body landing into your sex. His depraved words came in a clear, lower tone, nearly mocking. It was driving you insane.

"I'm your good little slut." You repeated, and his grip on your throat tightened as his face got closer to yours. "Say that again?" Almost menacing, his eyes and voice filled with dark desire.

"I'm your good little slut, Haymitch." Your voice soft and low. He quickly made sure to claim your mouth then, lips crashing down onto each other. His tongue swirled around yours, both humming while he dominated you with his kiss.

As you parted, he looked into your eyes for a moment before getting up in front of you. Haymitch grabbed your hair again, and with the other hand held his throbbing member. "Open up." He demanded, and so you did. He guided his cock into your mouth, resting the tip on top of your tongue.

"Suck." Then both of his hands held fists of your hair, pressing your head against him. It was rough and hard, his grip on you guiding and forcing you into him. You tried to relax as the tip of his shaft touched the back of your throat, making you tear up from trying not to gag.

Haymitch soon started thrusting into you, hips meeting you as he fucked your face, wet sounds deliciously obscene. "You like that, huh? Like sucking my cock?" All you could do was kneel there and take it while pressing your thighs together to seek some relief, but it wasn’t enough... you were completely soaked.

Suddenly, when you thought he might be close, he stopped. He took himself out of your mouth and a string of saliva fell down your chest as you hummed, licking your lips. Slapping the side of your cheek with his dick, he taunted with a grin. "Get up." You did as you were told, wanting to be a good toy for him.

Haymitch shoved you to the next wall and kissed you possessively, biting on your bottom lip, then your jaw, your neck... marking you in the process. You moaned as he did so, and he definitely got off of it. "Turn around." And as you did, he slapped your ass and came back to abuse your neck from behind, kissing and biting until you were a mewling mess.

Slowly, his hands traveled down to your panties and pushed them slightly aside, enough so he could access your sex. Then, two of his fingers ran through your folds, making you moan with the stimulation you so needed. "Fuck, doll... you're soaking wet." he teased as his fingers toyed with you.

"Please... Haymitch." you pleaded, voice tremulous with desire.

"Please what?" His voice stern and loud, demanding you to confess. "Please fuck me, please..." His mouth slightly opened, already adjusting the tip of his shaft right at your entrance.

"You need something in your pussy, huh?" You hummed in response, face burning and sex aching. "How much do you want my cock inside your cunt, baby?" Every word of his made you hornier, tears started falling from your cheeks from pure ecstasy. "I want it so much! Please, I need it." you cried.

"Pretty little whore." Haymitch smiled through his words. Never had he enjoyed himself like this, and now he would make sure to make it last.

He slammed his cock inside of you, taking your breath away as he did. Soon he had found a pace, and it was a quick one. Hard, fast and good, he fucked your aching cunt, making the most amazing wet sounds.

His girth stretched you deliciously, a burn so good you just wanted more and more. His smell, like sweat and liquor drove you mad. You just wanted him so bad, and he was inside and all around you now.

He held your waist and occasionally grabbed and slapped your ass, making you moan louder every single time. With his strong body pinning you against the wall, you soon felt your own orgasm growing close and started mewling louder and louder.

"Yeah, come around my cock, sugar." A growl next to your ear, and like a good toy, you did. Coming all around him, you could feel your walls pulsating and sending waves of pleasure through you. Your whole body now shaking with relief.

Much to your surprise, Haymitch didn't come then. Instead, he stopped. Running his big hands all over your back and ass. With your panties now a complete mess, he took himself off you and whispered in your ear. "Kneel for me, (y/n)" Still weak from the orgasm, you slowly kneeled in front of him, already imagining what was going to happen next.

"I'm coming now, doll. Open wide." You darted your tongue out and watched him jerk off, the vision already enough to make you horny again. Finally, he let out a deep moan before coming, shooting hot strings all over your face and mouth, and you swallowed what you could. He breathed for a few moments, head held back as he regained composure. When he saw the mess he made on you, he chuckled and wiped a drop of cum from your cheek with his thumb.

"Damn, you look good with my cum on your face." He offered his thumb and you sucked it, making a dirty sound while doing so.

"You did great, doll." Haymitch looked at you fondly from above, his beautiful eyes admiring you. He adored you, and you adored him back. "Happy birthday, love." You gained a nice sincere laugh from him, making you feel all bubbly inside. Then, you continued. "C'mon, let's get clean now."

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#haymitch abernathy #haymitch x reader #gn reader #the hunger games #imagine #headcanon #self insert #y/n #fanfiction #fanfic #gender neutral #notyourhetloki

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goblins-riddles-or-frocks · 3 months ago

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i read a lot of YA and NA and i really want to see more of the “dark” heroine/villainesses in these enemies to lovers/dark romance ships but it’s just very obvious that a lot of the popularity comes from people loving the reinforced gender roles tbh… a “bad girl” will get hate for having the same traits the evil or morally grey male love interests have. a “hero” love interest isn’t automatically signaling the burn the world down for her vibes. a hero isn’t always good though! ugh. i’m rambling. i know this could be as seductive as the norm but im a new writer and haven’t thought it through yet 🤬

Yeah those shelving categories are a hotbed for reinforced gender roles with zero actual critical thinking. This is partially because they currently function as offshoots of genre romance, just without as strict formula requirements. And gender essentialism is genre romance’s bread and butter. It’s also muddied by the lip service paid to feminism and #girlboss protagonists, when the actual story is wildly regressive.

There’s definitely a huge general double standard when it comes to female characters and morality though. Audience misogyny is just always going to be an issue, and a lot of people simply will not engage with female characters with the same compassion, or willingness to try to understand them, as they would a male character.

Personally, I support women’s wrongs 🤷‍♀️

There’s something incredibly compelling (and sexy) about women written with the same complete disregard for likability as male characters. I’m obsessed with female villains and antiheroes. More women should be pathetic, deadbeat drunks, or unfeeling, power hungry murderers, etc.

Anyway, I think it’s also important to keep in mind whether you’re thinking of “villain” as a moral designation, or the narrative function of an antagonist. Similarly, a protagonist doesn’t have to be a “hero,” in the sense of being moral good. You can have a deeply selfish and immoral protagonist doing evil things if you want, and you can even put them up against a worse evil, or just someone who is opposing their goals.

I think what draws people to a lot of villains is that they’re often driven, deeply flawed, and in high emotional conflict. All these things are interesting, and they result in interesting scenes. Whereas there is the tendency to try to sand down protagonists or keep them within some sort of barrier of respectability and morality, and that doesn’t have to result in blandness, but it absolutely can.

Like if you don’t want to write about good, nice people saving the day, you really don’t have to! Don’t be afraid to let your protagonists suck! Especially the women!

#writing #*writer’s cap*#i ramble sometimes #all the bendy punctuations!#a mysterious stranger has appeared #villains

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bcolfanfic · 5 months ago

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Hi! Just wondering if you have any headcanons for Josie and Rosie’s daughter? I think that’s such a fun ship and would love to hear any of your thoughts about them.

babies <3 josie is the longer hair- if any of y’all need a refresher in young vets au josie is the bucks, naomi is rosie’s kiddo that he adopted as a single dad. (though she’s also later adopted by his partner aiden that he gets w later down the line) s/o to @swifty-fox who this was developed with. we have created. so much young vets au next gen lore.

sweet girls

well. kinda. josie is a bit of a terror there for a minute.

she is bucky’s after all (: i think ive said before that while obv they both love both their kids, josie Is bucky and micah Is gale.

has had a lot of girlfriends and situationships and what have you

naomi. has- not.

knows she’s gay, is very gender non conforming just. rizzless like her father (sorry rosie)

is buddies with josie and has kinda had a littleee crush on her since they were kids but. always got the sense that josie thought she was too Cool for her.

why would she want some dweeby gnc girl a couple years younger than her when clearly she can get any pretty girl she wants <\3 ugh naomi baby.

they become a closer when naomi goes away for college bc she. struggles to make friends for a minute and josie texts her to check in and they just start talking more from there.

naomi does meet /someone/ at college and. this girl is not very nice but ahhh we cannot stop her your first gay relationship being toxic as shit is a baby gay canon event.

brings her to the big memorial day weekend reunion get together with everyone in wyoming and josie immediately does not like this girl lmfao.

surely that means nothing (:

everything kinda blows up bc josie goes into the house for something, and naomi’s little girlfriend follows her and tries to hit on her. which naomi walks in on.

and ugh god love naomi she thinks josie was the one that ‘started it’ and they just start going at it. naomi following her back out of the house yelling at her that she can have whoever she wants why can’t she let her have one thing. josie yelling at her that she didn’t do anything- her little girlfriend is a slimy little weasel, nothing good comes from latching onto the first person to pay attention to you.

draws the attention of. everyone in the yard lmfao. bucky and rosie and aiden have to run over and break it up before someone gets smacked.

josie all pouty and frustrated off with bucky and aiden rambling about how she didn’t do anything, naomi is such a good girl, she hates that her little girlfriend is so awful bc naomi doesn’t deserve that.

naomi off w rosie and curt crying because she feels like she’s just never going to be happy <\3 even her own *girlfriend* wants josie instead of her, and she gets it bc josie is perfect but. feels so stupid and broken.

eventually when everyone’s heads are cooler josie all awkward asks naomi if she wants to go on a drive to get away from everyone for a bit. get fast food or something.

and naomi is like 😐🙁 i guess

josie gets like five minutes down the road before pulling over under a tree and naomi is like ??? is something wrong with your car i thought we were getting food ???

and josie just. looks at her for a long few seconds before unbuckling and reaching across the console and kissing that girl good.

naomi kisses her back but then yanks away like she’s been burned bc. shock.

kinda immediately throws up walls nudging her off telling her she doesn’t want her pity over her own girlfriend not wanting her.

don’t do that to me jos, please

sweet josie. a terror but a good girl at heart like bucky. just sighs and tells her she’s wanted to do that since before she brought that little jerk around.

naomi still pushes back just 🫤 i don’t buy that. picking at her nails looking at her lap. tells her she can have anyone she wants she sure as shit doesn’t want /her/. all your girlfriends are gorgeous i know what your type is.

(naomi has. a lot of insecurity around the gender non confirming stuff bless her sweet heart. rosie and aiden are such good dads about it. her best friends <3.)

but josie does want her. she really does <3

tells her that. kisses her again. they end up in the backseat of josie’s falling apart car for an hour and make all the guys giggle like little girls when they rock back up to the bucks house like flushed little baby deer.

micah pushed naomi’s little POS girlfriend into the lake

#young vets au #masters of the air #masters of the air oc #mota oc #josie x naomi #josie egan #naomi rosenthal

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Rainbow Milo

Sooooo I lied. Bubblegum isn't the last Scout. :P In fact Rainbow here isn't even the last Scout, he's second to last!

Bio: Rainbow - along with Pajama - was created by Rosey on a whim. He's the youngest out of all the Scouts, and he's certainly treated like it. His family means well, but they mostly forget that he's 18 now, and can hold his own. "His own" is a disaster child with magic that's coded by colors. His family's just gotta let him do his own thing.

Basic Info Nicknames: Rain, Bow, BB, Shorty (by Rosey only) Age: 18 Height: 5'3" Gender Identity: Transgender (FTM, he/him) Sexual Orientation: Homosexual Medical Issues: Autism, Allergies (dust and pollen), Anxiety Can't Leave the House Without: Backpack, phone, snacks, fidget toys, hand sanitizer, tissues

Relationships Rosey - Mother, very good Candy - Sibling, doesn't treat him like a kid Studio - Sibling, distant Cupcake - Sibling, jealous of his rainbow ability Bubblegum - Sibling, finds him annoying Pajama - Sibling, still trying to break the habit of babying him

Powers Red - Summons a small fire tornado to burn what's in his way. Orange - Allows him to shrink himself down for a limited amount of time. Can be used to make quick escapes. Yellow - Short circuit. This ability only works on cybernetic enemies, and it's not practical to use in most settings. It causes enemies to malfunction. Green - Scope. It allows him to basically zoom in and out with his vision, and it helps him eye fair away targets. This also lets him see heat signatures if prompted. Blue - Icy tips. Anything he touches will immediately become encased in ice. Purple - Allows him to spit out sticks of dynamite. Don't question it... Pink - Creates arrows that can be used as projectiles. Black - Teleportation. Only works for a few feet. White - Causes him to sprout a pair of angel-like wings, which he can either use as a shield or to fly. This ability doesn't last long. Rainbow - Cake for everybody!

Miscellaneous Little Facts - His design is inspired by many Weirdcore/Kidcore looks that I've stumbled upon. - His chaotic color coded magic is inspired by the TF2 Freak named Weaselcake. - If I had to choose one specific song for him to be inspired by, it would be "Still Time 4 Jammin'" by General Mumble ft. 4lung. - He's had meltdowns because he didn't know where his backpack was before. - Speaking of, his backpack is magical. Whatever he needs, he can pull it out of there. - Rainbow loves more hardcore music. Like Breakcore. - You'll know what color magic he's about to use by the color of his fingertips. Too bad he keeps those covered... oh well. - He hates parties, and by extension surprises. - Rainbow is a huge crybaby. - His design was also designed to be a contrast of light and bright colors. - When he's really excited, he'll stamp his feet in place. - He wants a pet. He's not sure what type of pet, though... - He doesn't have much control over his powers yet... so in battle it's not uncommon for him to use the completely wrong attack. - His love language is very much physical. He loves snuggles. - His odd obsession is collecting interesting hazard signs from various universes. He likes to hang them up in his room. - Cold or hot, he'll wear a onesie if he fucking wants to, damn it! - He prefers tortilla chips over potato chips. - Rainbow watches all types of TV, but he especially loves cartoons. - He doesn't leave the house often. He likes to stay at home, chilling out on the couch in comfy clothes watching TV. - Rainbow feels touch starved after a period of time, and so will seek out hugs from his family. Mostly from his mother. - Rainbow has a deathly fear of bugs, and he will scream if he sees one. - The hearts on his cheeks are just stickers, and he has a lot of colors to choose from. - He doesn't like adventuring. When he's asked to go out on a mission it'll be met with an "Ugh" from him.

Hey! Go check out Rainbow's family, too! Candy... Studio... Cupcake... Bubblegum... Pajama... Rosey...

#art #my art #digital art #rosey's scouts #milo murphy's law #milo murphy #rainbow

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straying-further-from-gods-grace · 9 months ago

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Horror is my favorite genre, ever. Here's some movie reviews!

And before anyone asks. Whatever kink you're thinking I might have while reading this. Yes.

I'm actually rewriting this after having finished it and deleting the whole thing on accident. So. It's not as good as it was originally. Sorry y'all.

Candyman 1992 10/10 ⭐

Not only was the lead actress amazing and hot but the lead actor, Tony Todd, was sooo sexy even covered in mother flipping bees. I'm allergic but I'd risk my life for a kiss from that man. He's still hot! I got a thing for noses and he's checking all the boxes idk what to tell ya.

And sure the murdering and kidnapping and stalking isn't so good. But like. He loved that white gurl of his and it killed him. Smh

Friday the 13th idk which 10/10 ⭐

Sexy. Buff. Manly man. Can rip me apart bare handed. Can crush my skull in one fist. Is a mama's boy, always a plus. But maybe on the wrong end of the spectrum soo… idk. Seems a terrible MIL but I dunno I'm not planning to make it past the honeymoon. So. Worth it.

Jeepers Creepers 3 11/10 ⭐

I love this entire series. I think Jeepers is sooo hot leather daddy frfr.

Him hunting people for body parts and being immortal is pretty damned cool.

Those claws. Ugh. Moan.

Favorite scene is in movie three tho. Idk why him catching those teenagers on the bikes was so amazing to me but it was??? I love that he has a pimped out torture van!

Hellraiser 13/10 ⭐

Cenobuns are sexy AF. They can ice these buns ANY day ANY place. The Engineer, The Female and Butterball can have foursome with me as the meat or the olive on a toothpick any fucking time. Pinhead can get it too, but, idk… I wanna cuck him.

They are dimension hopping puzzle box loving autistic BDSM Dom's who live outside of any other form of normal there can ever be. They know the key to pleasures and horrors never before seen and all they wanna do is give it to you. And lemme say. I'll take it. Any. Fucking. Time.

Terrifier 10/10 ⭐

My sis HATES clowns. One of these days I'm gonna get her to sit down with me and watch it. With all my clowns and dolls and gnomes. It's so yummy, sexy, and funny! Clown-ussy, as teens would say.

Terrifier 2 11/10 ⭐

Loved how they thickened the plot. They threw some flour in that stew and let it burn. I want all costumes in this from the clowns to the Halloween the teen wears. Clown-ussy back at it again and even better! Love the sidekick, too. I imagine he adopts her like a little stray.

Idk how people were throwing up. I laughed the whole movie! Clowns ARE funny, y'all.

Scarehouse 11/10 ⭐

I can't even-

Corset popping her ribs.

Acid pillow fight.

Ripping out her implants.

By the time I watched this movie I was ELEVEN and had been hit by the puberty semi truck that ran he over, backed up, and went back over. I was over sexualized while being increasingly disinterested in sex of any form dealing with a number of mental health illnesses and gender and sexuality concerns. Having only fake female friends after losing my only true one. So Idk I really liked this one.

#movie review #movie recommendation #horror #scary movies #op is trans #op is asexual

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viking-raider · 3 years ago

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SWIPE - PART ONE

Summary: Swiping on someone means taking a chance on them, and you and Henry take a big chance on each other!

Pairing: Henry Cavill/Reader

Word Count: 6,523

Warning: PG-13 - Cotton Candy Fluff, Angst, Break up, Open Secret, Long Distance Relationship

Inspiration: Something I read.

Author’s Note: Takes please before Sand Castle! I hope you enjoy it! Line divider by @FIREFLY-GRAPHICS!

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Henry felt stupid for downloading the app, who on this planet would believe the real Henry Cavill would have a profile on Tinder.

But, here he was, sitting on his couch in London, starting at his blank profile, they asked about his passions and for photos of him, he added one from his camera roll that he had taken at an after party and never posted on social media and took a selfie, figuring if he added photos that weren't anywhere on the great wide web, it might make his profile look a bit less fake and like someone trying to be a catfish.

He shook his head at the profile, it wanted to know everything, which he figured was understandable. He added music, gaming, dog lover, running, football, board games, military, reading and cooking to his list of passions and interests. Filled Taurus as his Zodiac and a dog for having pets, before giving the job title, a hard stare.

“What do I put?” Henry asked, looking across the couch to Kal. “Movie Star? Actor? Celebrity—no that's not a fucking job title. Ugh, I'll come back to it.” He huffed, skipping and put none for company and Stowe Boarding School in the next blank section, for education.

“Okay, that's a complicated question!” He laughed, shaking his head. “Where am I living?”

“London, Florida, Los Angeles.” He snorted, before bringing up his phone's keyboard and typed in, the world. “I'm definitely not linking my Instagram to this! Granted, it'll probably help with people not thinking I'm a fake! But the amount of traffic I'd probably get would be insane, and that's not what I want with this profile.” He said, ignoring that field.

But he did add his Spotify to his Tinder, before putting in his gender, sexual orientation and allowing his age and distance to be shown.

“All right, buddy.” Henry sighed, clicking save on his profile, and set his phone down beside him, with an anxious heart. “This is so dumb, no one is going to swipe on me.” He mumbled, chewing on his bottom lip and drumming his fingers on his thighs.

“Fuck it.” He snapped, snatching up his phone and started looking at profiles.

Many of the women he saw in the profiles were very pretty and gorgeous, but either something in their profile turned him off or he just didn't feel a click with them, causing Henry to swipe left on them. He sat on his couch, unaware of the two hours that passed while he checked out profile after profile. He noticed a couple Blue Stars on profiles he looked at, knowing they Super Liked his profile, but felt unease and overly cautious about liking them back.

“I just don't know.” Henry sighed, shaking his head and staring at his phone. “I'm just going to delete it.”

“Seriously!” You yelled, tears dripping down your face. “Now? Now, is when you decide to break up with me!”

“I can't do it!” Your boyfriend of six years screamed back, a vein bulging in his neck. “I can't do this anymore! Keep the fucking flat! Keep the fucking dog too, for all I care! I'm over you and all of this.” He hissed, arms wildly pointing around the living room.

You beat your clenched fists against the sides of your thighs and let out a shrill scream of frustration. “Fine! Then, pack your shit and fuck off!” You huffed, trembling and trying to swallow down your growing influx of tears.

“GET OUT!” You bellowed, stabbing a finger towards the door.

He stared at you for a long time, his brown eyes burning with hateful words and actions he wanted so badly to say to you, but instead, he turned on his heels and stormed out of the apartment, slamming the door with such force it rattled the door frame and walls. You choked on your tears for a moment, before turning away and sitting down on the couch, pressing your hands to your damp face as fresh tears washed over you. You felt the nudge of something cold against your arm and a low whine, the dog you and your boyfriend had gotten together a year and half ago came and sat beside you, poking his chilly, black nose against your elbow, concerned.

Rubbing your palms over your face, you looked down at the pup, staring into his spooky, ice blue eyes, he was your baby. He was a Northern Inuit, all silver, except for a faded mask on his head, that was a soft charcoal color between and up his ears and eyes, before fading off just short of his muzzle. You loved his big, satellite dish ears, especially when he was a puppy, even now, they were still just a bit too big for him, and his plush, double-coat, that you honestly didn't mind shed like crazy. It was no wonder that these dogs were so commonly used as wolves in tv shows and movies, they looked a lot like them.

But, your pup was the sweetest marshmallow in the whole world.

“I'm sorry.” You whimpered, your jaw quivering. “I'm so sorry.” Your voice cracked, before you threw your arms around his thick neck and sobbed anew into it.

“You need to get back out there.”

“No, I don't.” You sighed, shaking your head at your best friend, as the two of you sat in a restaurant, having lunch. “I'm over dating. I have my dog and he's the only man I need in my life.” You told her, picking at the plate of food in front of you.

“Besides, no one will want me, Kelly.”

“Well, too bad!” Kelly proclaimed, picking up her phone. “I made you a Tinder profile this morning.”

“You what!?” You barked, shocked. “You did not!”

“I did, and you'll like it!” She grinned, pulling the app up on her phone. “Now, I only filled in the basic stuff I know about you.”

“Which should be more than I know, we've only been friends since we were toddlers.” You countered, rolling your eyes at her.

Kelly gave you a look, before looking back at the app. “Anyway, the only thing left, that I didn't fill in, was the 'about me', which I was sure you would want to fill in yourself.”

“I don't want to fill in any of it, Kelly.” You told her, sighing heavily and took a sip of your ice water.

“Again, too bad.” She replied, sarcastically. “What do you want to put on it?” She pressed, determined not to take no for an answer.

You drew in a deep breath, knowing she wasn't going to give in, and rolled your eyes at her, before holding out your hand for her phone. “I'll type it in myself, thank you very much, my Fairy Tinder God Mother.” You told her, snarkily.

“If I find out you deleted it, I'll put it back up and run that bitch myself!” Kelly threatened, handing her phone over to you. “Have those men showing up at your apartment, like a blind date.”

“I would kill you.” You remarked, focusing on her phone as you tried to think of something to put in the about me that summed you up; short and sweet. “All right there, done.” You sighed, finishing up and passing her the phone back.

“I'll text you the login information, so you can download the app, then we can look at the guys on it and see if there's any good ones.” She said, sending it to you.

“Really, [email protected] and I love hand jobs 45.” You frowned, looking over at her, brow lifted. “That's the email and password you set up for me.”

“Yep!” Kelly grinned, incredibly proud of herself, before sliding into a chair beside you. “Now, let's see who Tinder suggests you match up with.”

You sighed, rolling your eyes and shaking your head, you really didn't want to do this, but you humored Kelly. “Fine.” You grumbled, going to the matches and frowned at the first match. “God, no! He looks like he has more beauty products in the bathroom than I do.” You groaned, shaking your head at the profile picture.

“And what the fuck is that about me?” Kelly replied, grimacing at it. “'No special snowflakes, not into plague ridden vaginas.' You are so swiping left on that guy.” She said, reaching out to do it for you.

“Oh, well.” You perked up a little bit. “He's cute, he has a great smile and seems to have a really good job and loves dogs.” You said, glancing to Kelly for approval.

“No, he looks like a dude that takes a girl to an expensive restaurant, makes her pay the bill, then ghosts her.” She shook her head, her face twisting with disgust. “Left!”

“Hey!” You protested, trying to stop her, slapping at her hand. “I still wanna swipe right on him!”

“Friends to let friends swipe on ghosts!” Kelly argued, managing to finally get the swipe on him. “Holy crap, look at this!” She giggled, pulling your phone out of your hand. “There's a Superman profile.”

“What's a Superman profile?” You frowned at her, leaning against her to see what she was looking at.

“This is the guy that played Superman, Henry Cavill.” She explained, checking out his profile. “He is such a hunk, I would let the man fuck me silly and break me in half.” She giggled, licking her lips and rubbing her thighs together.

“It's probably fake though, how could a man like that need the help of Tinder?” You asked, doubtful, looking at the profile over her shoulder.

“Probably, but let's have some fun with it.” Kelly grinned, swapping up.

“What, no!” You protested, grabbing at your phone. “You won't let me swipe right on a real profile, but you'll Super Like a fake one. What's the deal, Kelly?” You groaned, shaking your head at her.

“Oh, just have some fun with him, if this poser is going to try and act like a celeb, then why not play along for a bit.” She chuckled, clearly amused by the thought of fooling this guy.

“I don't like it, Kelly. It's not right.” You sighed, looking at the other profiles.

“You're no fun.” Kelly pouted, batting her lashes at you.

Henry didn't even notice the noise of the airport that he was sitting in, his focus on his screen. He had told himself a hundred times that he would delete his Tinder profile, but here he was, a month later, still on and using it. He had swiped right a few women and spoken to a couple of them, even less believed it was truly him they were speaking too. So, in the end, they stopped speaking. One of the women did end up believing in him, but the connection and conversation started to become strange and a bit on the stalker side, so Henry had to block her.

But, while he was sitting there, waiting for his flight, he got the notification that someone had passed him a Super Like. He sighed, readying himself for another possible disastrous encounter, and opened the notification, but paused seeing the four photos belonging to the profile.

“She's beautiful.” Henry mumbled out loud, licking his lips and shifting in his seat, tapping to see more of profile. “Oh!” His mouth dropped open, seeing the about me, gulping. “That's quite something.” He said, biting his lip, and scrolled back up to the photos. “But, there's something about her. There's just something about her.” He mumbled, his thumb hovering to swipe.

“Oh, what the hell.” He grinned, his thumb shifted and swiping up, just as his flight was announced to board.

While standing in line, Henry opened the private messages and thumbs poised above his keyboard, tapping his foot as he tried to come up with something to say to his Match, he didn't want to come off too strong or awkward, he especially didn't want to come off fake.

“It's so much easier meeting people in person.” Henry mumbled, pocketing his phone, feeling intimidated.

Getting on the plane and finding his seat, Henry settled in with Kal, the thoughts of the private message still tugging on his mind. Groaning, he pulled his phone back out and quickly typed in a message before the flight crew started their safety demonstration and all the passengers' cell phones had to be turned off for take off.

Henry: Hi, I'm Henry.

It was simple, polite and to the point, at least Henry felt like it was, as he shut his phone off and put it back into his pocket, resting his hand on Kal's neck, to settle his nerves.

You were sitting at your work desk, pinching the bridge of your nose as you tried to get your brain flowing on the work on your computer screen, when your phone buzzed loudly on the stack of files next to your elbow.

“Please, Jesus, don't let it be Craig, asking me about the damn report again, or I swear to all that's holy, I will go down to his cubicle and beat him with it.” You growled under your breath, picking up your phone, squeezing your eyes shut as you activated the screen, before looking at the notification. “Oh Jesus.” You gulped, an icy lump of anxiety forming in your chest as you noticed the notification was from Tinder.

Someone had Matched and messaged you.

“Don't be a creep, don't be a creep.” You chanted, opening the notification and felt another blow to your psyche. “You have to be kidding me. I'm going to kill Kelly for doing this to me.” You sighed, reading the message.

Match: Hi, I'm Henry.

“Why, God! Why?” You whined, dropping your phone to your desk and slapping your palms to your face. “Why do I attract the nuts?”

“Because nuts like being in shells.”

You yelped in startled surprise, jumping in your seat and twirling around to face the voice. “Craig, I swear to God, if you sneak up on me again, I'll run over your foot.” You threatened, pressing a hand to your chest.

“Yeah, it's probably not a good thing, with a woman in your condition.” He retorted, narrowing his eyes at you.

“Fuck off.” You hissed, rolling your eyes at him and turning back towards your desk.

“I will, when you give me that report I asked you to finish for me.” Craig answered, glaring at you, hotly.

Rolling your eyes shut and swallowing down the insult you really wanted to spit at him, you turned sideways to the stack of files you had and rifled through them, until you came upon the manila file folder he wanted. “The Lincoln and Monroe case.” You said, handing it back over your shoulder to him, not wanting to see his face, even for the second it took to give him the folder.

“Thank you.” He smiled, smugly, then returned to his cubicle.

“I hope you choke on it.” You mumbled under your breath, then sighed, rubbed your face and turned your phone back over, looking at Henry's message. “When on Tinder, act like Kelly.” You sighed, picking it up.

You: Hey, how's it going?

You stared at your reply for a moment, should you have given him your name back? He gave you his, if he actually was Henry Cavill. But, he could also see your name on your profile, so maybe it didn't matter. If it did, he could simply ask you. Closing the app, you messaged Kelly, sure she would get a real kick out of the Henry Cavill profile swiping up and messaging you.

Kelly: How long are you going to string him along?

You: I don't know, depends on how much of an ass he makes of himself.

Kelly: That should take too long with fakers like these!

You laughed at her comment, knowing she was right, people that cat-fished couldn't help themselves, showing off and causing trouble for the person they try and peg as a victim, but you weren't going to fall for it with this guy, you knew his game.

It wasn't until you were on the way home that you got a reply to your message from Henry, but you decided to wait until you were home to read and reply to it. Setting your bag and keys on the counter and loving on your dog, you made yourself a cup of tea and got comfortable on the couch.

“All right, bud, let's see what this guy's got up his sleeve.” You said, opening Tinder.

Henry: It's going well. I hope you're doing all right. How was your day?

You snorted. “Look at this, Ghost.” You grinned, showing your screen to your dog, as he sat beside you. “Mmhm.” You chuckled, taking a sip of your tea and set it on your side table, beside you.

You: Good to hear. My day went the same it always does, full of legal reports and mountains of file folders. How about yours, Henry?

You tucked your phone between the couch cushions and grabbed the tv remote, flicking the tv on and looking for something to watch, while also waiting to see if you got a reply. Which came a few minutes later.

Henry: Legal reports, you a lawyer or something? As for my day, it's going pretty well. I am a bit tired though, because I had to travel from London to LA for some work.

You: No, I'm a legal researcher for one of the biggest law offices in my area. But, your day does sound a lot better than mine. I would rather be on an airplane, then stuck in a freaking cubicle all day long.

“If he thinks I believe this, he can get wrecked.” You said, looking over at Ghost, who just lifted an uninterested brow at you.

Henry: I wouldn't wish that on anyone, honestly. I saw in your pictures, you have a dog, what is it?

“Oh, he wants to know about you, bud.” You grinned, chuckling.

You: He's a Northern Inuit, almost two years old, called Ghost.

Henry: Ghost? Seems very appropriate by the looks of him.

You: Indeed. I know about your pup, Kal. Haven't seen him on your Tinder though.

You bit your lip, wondering if he would take the bait you set out for him.

There wasn't a message from him for a several long minutes, making you wonder if you had scared him off, but you noticed a new photo uploaded to his profile. Tapping on the photo, you saw it was the Bear, half standing with his front paws on the bottom of a bed, his mouth open and long pink tongue rolled out, like he was smiling at the camera and a clear pair of human legs also showing at the bottom of the photo, like Henry was sitting up against the headboard, when he took the picture.

“Well, I'll be damned.” You choked on your sip of tea, setting your cup down and patting yourself on the chest. “Let's see how easy it is to find this photo, shall we?” You said, doing a reverse search on it, but came up empty. “What do you know, looks like it might be real.” You mumbled, rather surprised and caught off guard.

You: That's absolutely adorable. I would totally steal him from you!

You: I'm kidding. Not really though. Ghost is dying for a brother. Lmao!

Henry: Maybe, when I'm back in the area, Kal and Ghost could have a doggy date?

You bit your lip, staring at his message for a long moment, gulping.

You: Maybe, we can see.

“So, this is the photo he posted, after I mentioned he didn't have a photo of Kal on his Tinder profile last night.” You were telling Kelly during your lunch, the next day. “I did a reverse search on it, and it didn't come up anywhere on the internet and it's not even on his official Instagram.” You told her, finally taking a bite of your lunch that had arrived several minutes before.

“He even suggested a doggy date for Ghost and Kal, when he gets back from LA.” You added, despite your mouth still being full.

“Seriously?” Kelly smiled, setting your phone down, so she could dig into her own food.

“Yeah, part of me thinks it's kinda cute.” You smirked, sipping your water.

“Woman, this dude is a damn catfish, you can't fall for him!” She protested, kicking you in the shin under the table.

“Ouch!” You jerked, rubbing at your leg. “If he's a catfish, how did he get an unreleased photo?” You asked, scowling at her.

“I don't know, but I still don't think it's the real Superman.” She replied, narrowing her eyes at you. “If you fall for this shitter, I'm going to hide your slip on shoes.”

“Ugh! That's horrid!” You retorted, outraged.

“You falling for this guy is horrid!” She said, just as your phone rang. “Is that him!?” She asked, trying to grab your phone before you did.

“Back off, demon!” You barked, smacking her hand with your fork and swiping up your phone. “And yes, it is him.”

Henry: How's the office going?

You: I'm at lunch with my demon at the moment.

Henry: ...Your Demon?

You: My friend Kelly, she's demonic as all get out.

“What is he saying?” Kelly asked, leaning over the table to see your screen.

“Woman, sit down!” You laughed, grinning at her. “What do you care, he's a fake shitter, remember?”

Your phone buzzed and you looked down at your messages, before you busted out laughing. “Okay, Real Superman or not, he's got a great sense of humor.” You giggled, seeing his message about an Amazon sale for Same-Day delivery of Holy Water.

You: That is pure gold!

Henry: You have to do what you have to do. Lol!

“What did he send you?” Kelly asked, seeing you grinning at your phone.

“He sent me an ad for holy water, so I can deal with your demonic butt!” You said, before dipping your fingers into your water glass and flicking droplets into her face. “I just might have to order a case too.” You chuckled, licking your lips.

Henry laughed as he kicked out of his running shoes, returning from his afternoon run and seeing your message. The pair of you had been speaking pretty regularly for the last two weeks and it was going so well, you hadn't gone all creeper, fan girl on him and talking to you was one of the easiest things Henry had ever done in his life. He looked forward to your messages throughout the day, you were usually the first person he spoke to in the morning or the first message he read, as well as the last person or message he sent at night.

He found you to be funny, lighthearted and incredibly intelligent, you clearly loved your dog, which meant a lot to Henry, since he loved Kal just as much, and you didn't seem to mind that he was a big time actor and celebrity, but he did still get the feeling you weren't entirely convinced he was who he said he was; though he couldn't blame you either. Henry respected your caution and even appreciated it, to a point, that you weren't willing to blindly believe he was who he said he was and follow along, it told him a lot.

But, he also wanted to reassure you that he was being truthful with you. He just wasn't entirely sure how to do it, in a way that would cause you to be comfortable. He could be returning home in another two weeks and there was that possible meet up for a doggy play date, you both could take Ghost and Kal to a local dog park, but that worried Henry because he was a celebrity and the possibility of paparazzi being in the area and catching sight of him, then taking photos of the two of you, wasn't something Henry wanted to put you through. Though he did know of a private, indoor dog park he could take the two of you too, he had taken Kal there several times.

There was also the possibility of Face Timing each other or just talking on the phone in general, allowing you to hear his voice. However, asking you to Face Time or talk on the phone made Henry nervous and shy, him asking you on a doggy date had been impulsive.

“What do you think, Kal?” Henry asked, pulling a bottle of Rosemary water out of the mini fridge. “Should I ask her to video call or speak with me on the telephone?” He said, cracking open the white and green bottle, and chugged down the still, Rosemary-infused water. “I want her to trust me, to really trust me, before and if we actually meet in real life.” He sighed, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.

His phone vibrated on the small table in his hotel room and Henry bit his lip. “Maybe, just speaking on the phone first, would be easier. Then, if that goes well, we can Face Time and when I get back home, we can meet up for that play date with you and Ghost.” He said, staring at his phone, trying to gather the strength and courage to pick it up and ask if you would swap phone numbers with him.

You: The only place I can run to is my bathroom.

Henry chuckled at your message, before staring at it for a moment longer and answering; I was thinking, but this is totally up to you, if you wanted to talk on the phone? He bit his lip and paced the room, phone clutched in his hand.

It took nearly an hour and a half for your reply to finally come, giving Henry the time to shower and have something to eat. His heart was in his throat as he checked your answer, worried you were going to tell him no or that you didn't want to talk to him anymore.

You: Sure.

“Oh, thank god.” Henry laughed, falling back against the couch cushions, a huge smile on his face. “She said yes, Kal!” He called out to the Akita.

Henry: When's good for you?

You: I get off tomorrow, at four. So, any time after that. If it's good for you.

Henry: How about five-thirty? Give you time to relax and eat dinner.

You: Sounds good.

You and Henry exchanged phone numbers, you even installed WhatsApp to make it easier to interact with him and the two of you started texting there, it gave you and Henry a freedom to chat that the DMs on Tinder didn't, like being able to call each other or send photos and videos, if you liked. The first thing Henry sent you through text message on WhatsApp was a video of Kal getting the zooms around the sitting area of his hotel room, making you chuckle at him.

You: Ghost can do tricks too!

“Ghost, you wanna sing for Kal and Henry?” You asked, getting up and turning on your Bluetooth speaker, then found Ghost's favorite song on your Spotify. “You ready?” You grinned, turning your video feed on the Inuit and hit play on the song.

“Let it rip!”

Henry received the video and felt giddy, pressing play on it, he was met with the song, Great Unknown by the X Ambassadors, and Ghost sitting in front of your phone, his big silver body wiggling as the lyrics streamed out of the speakers and every time there was a pause, Ghost would bark and if they were drawn out, he would howl along; even jumping up on his back legs, like he was doing a little dance. Henry laughed at the video, finding it incredibly cute and felt his heart flutter, when he caught the sound of you laughing a little bit at one point.

“I can't wait to talk to her tomorrow.” He mumbled, playing the video again, as he laid back on the bed. “I bet she has a sweet voice.” He grinned, biting his lip, a dreamy look in his blue eyes.

You chucked your shoes across the room as you entered your flat, your heart thundering in your chest as you dropped your bag on the side table and rushed for the bathroom. Henry was supposed to be calling you at five-thirty. Which was in forty-five minutes! You would have been home sooner, if Craig hadn't been an ass and held you later, so you had to scramble, showering and changing into something more comfortable than your work clothes and tossed something simple together for dinner. You had been intermittently talking to Henry throughout the day, but not as much as most days, since your workload was heavier than usual and Henry was up to something of his own.

You had just managed to finish eating and to load your dinner bowl and fork into the dishwasher, when your phone started to ring, a sudden rush of anxious nausea hitting you. But, you quickly nabbed your phone off the coffee table, took a deep breath as you stared at Henry's caller ID on the screen, then hit answer.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” You squeaked, feeling the last of your doubt get pushed out as Henry's soft and deep voice came over the connection. “Did you have a good day?” You asked, grasping to get a hold on yourself.

“I did, for the most part.” Henry replied, smirking, excited that he finally got to hear your voice. “I hope that you did?” He cooed, shifting to get comfortable on the bed.

“It went all right, I suppose.” You sighed, taking a seat on the couch and crossing your legs.

“You sound tired.” He pointed out, his brow pinching with concern. “You all right?” He asked, worried.

“Yeah, I'll be fine, promise.” You chuckled back, shaking your head. “The downfalls of an asshole boss deciding he wants to dump an extra case on me.” You groaned, racking a hand over your face.

“Should he be doing that?” Henry frowned, taking an instant disliking to your boss. “Given, you know?” He mumbled, biting his lip.

You took a deep breath and bit your lip. “It'll be fine. It's nothing I can't deal with. I'm almost done with one of the cases I'm researching for the firm, so it'll blow over.” You tried to reassure him, a lump in your throat, knowing Henry's concern was well placed, but you also wondered why he was even interested in you because of it.

“Anyway, all that's just boring and depressing, what've you been doing all day?” You asked, putting a light and cheery tone in your voice.

Henry laughed, smiling shyly. “I don't know how exciting what I've been doing all day really is.” He admitted, picking at the blanket next to him. “I just met up with my agent about a couple of possible role opportunities and discussed the future of a few roles I'm already tied to.” He explained, resting his head back against the headboard.

“Anything you're excited about?” You asked, hugging a pillow to your chest.

“Maybe.” He sighed, tilting his head as he thought about it. “There's a possible war movie out in Jordan, I've been specifically asked to play a part in. I'd play a Captain in the Special Forces during the 2003 Iraq war.”

“That sounds like it would be a lot of fun.” You replied, propping your feet up on the coffee table and flexing your swollen toes. “If not a tad demanding, it's hot out in the desert.” You chuckled, smirking.

Henry chuckled back at you. “Yeah, it definitely is that.” He agreed, raking a hand through his hair. “And relations aren’t great over there, from what I've heard either. So, it is a tad dangerous, but I do like how the character reads on the script.”

“Well, if they can keep you safe and you like the character, is there anything stopping you from taking it?” You asked, lifting an arm as Ghost came to lay his head on your lap.

“Nope.” He replied, shaking his head. “It doesn't start filming for about a month, and it'll take two or three to film. So, it shouldn't take too much to do.” He said, slowly licking his lips.

“Then, I say go for it.” You said, stroking between Ghost's ears.

“I think I will.” Henry grinned, relaxing against the headboard. “I come home soon.” He said softly, just in case you didn't hear him.

“Do you?” You replied, drawing lazy patterns in Ghost's fur.

“I do.” He answered a little bit louder, before pausing.

You looked down at Ghost and felt your stomach flutter, then felt a shy confidence wash over you. “I think Ghost wants to take Kal up on that Doggy Date.” You said, pressing your lips together and shaking your head, feeling so silly.

You just managed to ask Superman, himself, out.

Henry chuckled, bashfully, grinning like a schoolboy asked out to the dance. “Kal would love that.” He told you, his eyes flickering to the sleeping Bear at the foot of the bed. “We'll be back in a week. We can discuss a good time to meet up, whenever.” He suggested, excited about going out with you.

“Sounds like a plan.” You agreed, letting out a soft breath.

Henry was starting to grow worried, and if he was honest, a bit paranoid. He had returned back to home three days ago, and up until then, you and him texted as usual, you had even spoken on the phone again several times. But the night before he returned, he told you good night, like always, but unlike always, you never replied back, you didn't even read his message.

He paced the mews, a million scenarios bubbling over in his mind.

“What if something's happened to her?” He said, ranting at Kal. “She typically walks to The Tube after she gets off work, what if she'd gotten mugged and she's in the hospital. Perhaps her phone's dead, but why the hell would her phone be dead for three days straight. That's ridiculous.”

A sick feeling washed over Henry and his shoulders slowly relaxed.

“Or she's ghosted me.” He sighed, face falling and stopping in place. “I suppose I can't blame her. Being a celebrity is a pain in the ass on a good day, but being associated with one is just as big a pain in the ass, or she sufficiently got me to relax with her enough and she'll be posting everything we talked about online.” He shook his head and slapped his hands against his thighs and began pacing again.

“No, she wouldn't do that! She's not like that, I just—I just feelit. There's something wrong, there must be something wrong. But...”

It suddenly punched Henry square in the brain what was wrong and he felt like a complete moron for not realizing it first, the two of you had never openly spoken about it, it was the quiet acknowledgment, the bombshell in your 'about me' that had almost cause Henry not to swipe up on you.

“I'm such a fucking idiot! Of course, she would be terrified about meeting me like this, talking and texting on the fucking phone is one thing, but meeting in person makes it real and concrete.” He rambled, scrambling to find his phone and dialed your number, half hoping you would answer it, but knew you probably wouldn't.

However, he prayed you would listen to his voicemail.

“Hey, I know I've been messaging you, and you're clearly not reading them, and I know you watched this call ring, and ignored it. But—God, I hope you listen to this.” He paused, licking his lips and carded a shaky hand through his curls, he was about to make a potentially life changing move. “I know why you're ghosting me, and I want you to know that I don't care. If I had cared, I would have never swiped up on you. But I did, because I saw something in you, I feel something with you. I don't know what the hell it is and I want to know what it is. If you would only give me a chance to.” He cleared his throat and took a deep breath.

“But I'm serious, when I tell you, that I don't care that you're pregnant.” He declared, his voice softening. “Another man's baby or not. I just want a chance to prove myself, and that, to you.” He said, his back straightening as he did.

“Please.”

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topofmythighs · 3 years ago

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honey’s masterlist🌧

updated 10/24/23

thank you for checking out my masterlist! here are some things you need to know prior to reading:

works without heavy or explicit content will have no indication of a warning

works with canon-level gore will be noted with a * as a content warning

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let’s start! enjoy!

FROM MY BRAIN

sam winchester imagines/oneshots

“it was simple, it was sweetness”

sam winchester x gender neutral reader

rundown: sam and reader meet in college, fall in love, and spend forever together. reader doesn’t want anything nsfw, sam is the best.

word count: 1,662

“lucky people”

sam winchester x gender neutral reader

rundown: reader knows sam hasn’t been feeling great, so they treat him to a fun and wholesome outing.

word count: 1,243

“easier than lying” *

sam winchester x gender neutral reader

reader hates hunting, blames everyone for messing them up. yearns for sam and it’s mutual.

word count: 1,586

“slow down” **

sam winchester x female reader

reader is really excited to show sam everything she bought while the boys were busy

word count: 3,462

“burning into my mind”

sam winchester x female reader

reader forgets pjs, sexy sam saves the day

word count: 3,759

“same soul”

sam winchester x gender neutral, plus size reader

reader has a bad mental health day but sammy is oh so sweet

word count: 2.5k

dean winchester imagines/oneshots

speaking in tongue**

demon dean winchester x she/her reader

reader and demon dean FUUUCK

word count: 3k

MY BRAIN WAS PROMPTED

based off of this prompt post

sam winchester

“an angel in hy-vee” (first kiss prompt)

word count: 2,460

rundown: pre-apocalypse sam, so season three or before! bobby wants sam to experience life with other twenty-somethings, so he’s a lil’ wingman. love at first sight kinda thing

“stanford sweater” (breathless kiss prompt)

word count: 2,208

rundown: yknow, the pilot episode! sam, somethings wrong with dad! he’s missing on a hunting trip! ugh, but dean, i don’t wanna leave my amazing reader! fine i will, but we’re twin flames so obvi we’re gonna find each other again

dean winchester

the troubles of lovin’ (hello kiss prompt) *

word count: 1,542

rundown: the mark of cain fucks dean up, reader is desperate to feel like her dean is back because the one she’s holding onto isn’t the one she promised forever to

#honey writes #sam winchester imagine #dean winchester imagine

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reidjumpers · 4 years ago

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Here Comes the Sun: Blue and Pink

Spencer Reid x Reader

Warning/Includes: mention of eating, foods.

Series Summary: A journey of going through parenthood with Spencer.

Chapter Summary: In which you find the gender of your baby

Note: dad!spencer is a dear concept to me. I try to make sure all of the chapter could be read as a stand alone, but if you squint you can tell there's a string of connections to previous chapters. Enjoy!

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“What do you think about a gender reveal party?”

You stopped in your tracks as Penelope thought out loud. You rolled your chair to face her, and immediately your face scrunched up as you noticed the content displayed on her screen. It wasn’t work, or anything tech related that sometimes made your head a little fuzzy, it was a mood board filled with gender reveal party ideas.

Throughout your pregnancy, you have found yourself burrowed in Penelope’s lair more often than not. She was more than welcoming, all happy to have someone accompany her in her safe space. She even made an effort to make you feel comfortable, go all board to put all soft and fuzzy things to soothe your aching back and swollen feet. You had been crying for thirty minutes straight when she first presented it to you.

You liked it here a lot. The room is always at the right temperature that didn’t leave you shivering or grumpy with heat. But most of all, it smells really nice, and as much as you’d love to be in your desk and your own element, you couldn’t handle the wafting smell of everyone’s perfume in the air. You once lashed out at Morgan for having the audacity to wear his perfume that he had been wearing for years, and then proceed to cry for an hour profusely apologizing while he laughed his ass off.

“Gender reveal?” you hummed, not knowing what you feel with the idea. Your hand absentmindedly made its way to your bump, now more visible than ever, and you’re both delighted and terrified about it.

“Look at this!” Penelope eagerly made a gesture towards her computer screen. She scrolled slowly through all the well-put mood boards. You cocked an eyebrow at it, knowing fully she probably had spent weeks planning before even asking your opinion. “It’s cute, isn’t it? All fuzzy, blue and pink! So many cakes and happiness radiating from it all.”

“How long have you been planning for all of these, Pen?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she muttered, uncharacteristically quiet.

“Three weeks? Four weeks?”

“Ugh!” she grunted, a pout appearing on her lips as she sent you a heatless glare. You pressed your lips together to bit back a triumph smile, proud of your achievement to be able to crack her up. “Fine! Three weeks.”

You snorted a laugh, “Thought so.”

“I hate profilers,” Penelope huffed. She pressed a key on her keyboard to reveal more pictures of her mood board. “So? What do you think?”

“I don’t know, I have to talk about it with Spencer.”

“Talk about what?” a voice appeared behind you nearly startled you to death. You whipped your head towards the source of sound, smiling when you caught the sight of your husband standing in the doorway.

Spencer quietly made his way to you, pressing a chaste kiss on your hairline as he gently placed your lunch on the desk. It had been a routine in the past four months that he would make his way to Penelope’s office during lunchtime, bringing food for three of you and he joined you and Penelope devouring lunch in her office.

“Lovely Boy Wonder! You always have the most perfect timing,” Penelope basically beamed at the sight of Spencer. He furrowed his eyebrows confusedly, but from years of befriending her, Spencer had learned not to question too many things about her. “What do you think about a gender reveal party?”

“Gender reveal party?” Spencer pulled his designated chair, the one that Penelope provided just for him to eat lunches. He scooted his chair close to you, hand absentmindedly finding its way to yours.

“You heard me.”

“I don’t know…” Spencer muttered, his thumb gently stroking your knuckles. He eyed the mood board displayed proudly on Penelope’s screen carefully, examining each picture. “Sounds like a lot of work.”

Penelope gasped, “Dr. Reid! I am honestly offended that you didn’t consider Penelope Garcia will handle everything and you and Lady Reid don’t have to lift a single finger!”

Now that caught your attention. “We don’t have to lift a single finger?”

“All you have to do is sit down and the next thing you know, we’re all huddled together in a happy space full of love.”

You glanced towards Spencer who shared the same look with yours. He shrugged and a small smile settled on his face, entrusting the decision fully into your hand. You pucker your lips, weighing all the pros and cons about throwing a party.

“Come on!” Penelope whined. “We see horror and gore almost every day. We need a sweet reminder of everything good in the world. It’s nice to have something good to look forward to.”

You glanced at Spencer once again who subtly nodded. “Okay. Make it small and private.”

“Yes!” Penelope squealed, startled both you and Spencer. “I love you both so much.”

***

The whole idea of preparing a gender reveal party alone made you tired, but one trip for your check up changed everything. Penelope joined you and Spencer for your routine check up, tearing up when the sound of your baby’s heartbeat echoed. At this point you would have thought you’d get used to hearing their heartbeat, but it had never lost its magic.

Penelope practically vibrated with excitement and squealing when the doctor slyly slid your ultrasound photo and the gender of the baby to her, wrapped in a cute envelope. Spencer tried to take a peek, but Penelope was quick to swat him away.

“Do you think we’re having a boy or a girl?” Spencer thought out loud. You glanced up from your book to meet him staring at you, a solemn expression painted on his face.

“Can’t wait until the weekend, can you?” you teased, eyes fell back into the string of words in your book again.

You felt his hand rubbing your feet, his fingers dutifully untangle all the tangled knots that made you sore. You let out a satisfied sigh, shifting slightly on your seat to positioned your feet better on his lap. You really started to think you were probably the luckiest pregnant wife in the whole wide world with a husband like him.

Spencer sighed. “I think we’re having a boy.”

“You think?” you turned the page on your book, already feeling your focus shifting fully into the conversation now. “I’d say we’re having a girl.”

“I’ll tell you what, if we turn out to have a girl, I’ll buy you that handbag you’ve been eyeing on in the past two weeks. And if we turn out to have a boy, you’ll tell me how you cheat on every single UNO game we have.”

You snorted a laugh. Spencer must have noticed you stopped reading minutes ago, for the way he wasn’t unfazed when you lowered down your book and stared at him with a questioning look. He shot you a challenging smirk, with one eyebrow shot up into his hairline.

“Spencer Reid, are you really betting on our children?” you hit his arm playfully with your book. He feigned a pain, frowning as he rubbed the sore spot where you hit him. “I love you, but there is no way in hell I’ll tell you how I play UNO.”

“Ha! So you admit you do cheat!”

“No I didn’t! I never said that!”

“Your words do imply otherwise. So you do cheat!”

“I don’t cheat! I am just really good at what I do!”

Spencer scrunched his nose, not exactly buying your words. “Morgan and Emily also think you do cheat, hon.”

You rolled your eyes at the mention of their name. Of course they would conspire with your husband about your amazing ability of kicking everyone’s asses in UNO. You pulled your book back into your line of sight, tried your best to pick up where you left off. “Just accept the fact that UNO and Mario Kart is my expertise, babe. And a magician never reveals their secret.”

Spencer squinted his eyes at you for using his words against him. You lifted your book up slightly to conceal your growing smile, doing your best to ignore his burning stares. Spencer shifted slightly on his seat, his hand ghosted just above your ankle.

“I beat you in Mario Kart already,” Spencer said smugly. His voice was soft, and if it wasn’t so quiet, you were sure you would miss it.

“It was one time!” you groaned. “Once, babe, once.”

Spencer laughed. “You’re just bitter I beat you up with Baby Peach in Rainbow Road.”

You sighed through your nose, pouting as he rubbed about your defeat a year ago that you were still slightly bitter about to your face. You had no idea how he managed to beat you in Mario Kart using Baby Peach out of all things, in Rainbow Road out of any places.

“Honestly, how did you do that?”

Spencer beamed up at the question. You regret asking once your eyes caught the look on his face almost immediately, already knowing the answer he was about to say before it left his mouth. He leaned closer, a teasing smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “A magician never reveals their secret, sweetheart.”

***

“Garcia is one amazing crazy bitch, isn’t she?” Emily nudged your shoulder. She took a sip towards her drink, her eyes scanning through the room. “How the hell she managed to take care of this party alone, I have no idea.”

Penelope had outdone herself. But then again, she always managed to break her own records after records breezly like it was nothing. Rossi was more than happy to provide his backyard to host the small party. Penelope managed to turn it into the most colorful and cutest gender reveal venue you’ve ever seen.

You just snorted, turned around to steal a slice of cake from Emily’s hand. She groaned at you, but didn’t do a thing as you shove it into your mouth. “Once she has a goal, she’ll do everything in her power to achieve that one goal, Em. You know that.”

Emily grinned, raising her glass slightly. “Do you think it’s a girl or a boy?”

You hummed. “Honestly? I don’t know. But something tells me it’s a girl.”

“Good,” Emily grinned. She jerked her chin towards the direction where Spencer was sitting together with Jack and Henry, a big amused smile on his face as he showcased his newest magic trick. “JJ already has two boys, Hotch has Jack, I think it’ll be nice to have a cute little girl into our family.”

Your eyes settled on Spencer once again. A loud squeal and delighted laughter rang throughout the walls as Spencer pulled a string of cards from Jack’s ear. “We’ll see.”

The party had been, much to your delight, a beautiful one. It was a spur moment of excitement and laughter, Penelope had made sure to make everyone comfortable and happy. The small game she had creatively come out with had been nothing but fun. You nearly fell from your chair laughing as you watch Morgan and Hotch doing their best to put a pen into a bottle blindfolded.

Everyone was here for one thing, and you watched the atmosphere shift from excitement to anticipation and suspense as JJ placed the cake into the table almost immediately. You bite your lip, somehow nervous at the prospect of knowing the gender of your unborn baby and reveal it in front of your friends and families.

Spencer wasn’t doing any better either, he was visibly jittery. You squeezed his hand gently once. Two times. Three times. Sending him all the wordless immense love you hoard for him, and a reminder that you were there with him. A small smile appeared on his face and he squeezed your hand a little firmer than you did, before he lifted it up to plant a soft kiss against your knuckle.

“Okay! When I reach three, you’ll cut the cake!” Penelope instructed. “If anyone would love to record this very magical moment, I advise your camera is ready by now.”

You chuckled, glancing up from the blue and pink cake in front of you. You saw Rossi already recorded the whole thing.

“One!”

You gently gripped the knife, feeling Spencer’s hand covered your hand warmly. He sent you a nervous smile as he adjusted his hands, his fingers settled in between yours seamlessly.

“Two!”

Spencer gently guided your hand to place the knife just right above the cake. You held your breath, feeling your heart trumped inside your chest loudly.

“Three!”

Spencer a little too eagerly cut the cake, almost forgot that he squeezed your hand underneath his a little too tight. A soft gasp escaped your lips as you finally saw the inside of the cake, and Spencer was stopped in his track as he gawked at the cake.

“It’s a girl…” Spencer whispered, like he couldn’t believe what he saw. He blinked and took a sharp inhale, feeling the reality settling in a lot better. “It’s a girl!” He then pulled you into a chaste kiss, his lips pressing into yours raked with love and happiness that you couldn’t help but to smile.

“A girl!” Derek hollered from his spot, already made his way to steal Spencer away from your embrace and pulled him into a hug. Everyone followed not so long after, and you could feel Emily pulled you into a hug, followed by JJ, and then Penelope trapped you in the middle.

“Aw,” you heard Penelope cooed. You didn’t realize there were tears streaming down your face until you could feel her thumb gently wiped it away from your face. “Don’t cry!”

You just laugh, pulling your girl friends into another round of hug. Emily let out a soft chuckle, and muttered something about having a new member to your sacred girl’s night out. You didn’t say anything, but feeling a smile growing on your lips at the thought of having a little girl following you in tow during your night out.

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hyunverse · 4 years ago

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BUNGA (FLOWER) | FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

gender neutral.

summary; you’re megumi’s dream person.

note; i wrote this bcs my birth name is actually a type of flower ugh the self indulgence also i like butterflies. also inspired by a song called bunga by masdo. i recommend listening to the song while reading. bunga means flower in malay!! also pls open the gif for better quality.

YOU REMIND MEGUMI OF A FLOWER. white orchids; they symbolize purity. and that’s exactly what you are to him.

fushiguro megumi remembers this one day when he and tsumiki had went to a flower garden together. he didn’t know why tsumiki suddenly felt like visiting a garden, but he followed anyway. he observed as his sister looked at the flowers around them, a smile never leaving her face and her eyes were practically sparkling. it felt nice to see his sister actually enjoy herself, especially after their parents got up and abandoned them, leaving tsumiki with all the house chores.

“look at all these flowers!”, tsumiki caressed the petals with her fingers, thumb gently gliding over the flowers, “they look so nice, don’t you think so megumi?”

megumi didn’t reply, he opted to stand beside his older sister. tsumiki explained the symbolisms of the flowers she knew of. the raven head looked stoic, as if he wasn’t listening to any of her words but the truth is, he was. he found the symbolism behind the white orchids particularly interesting. it suited the orchids’ physical appearance. white and innocence just made sense.

as the siblings chatted (though it technically was one sided on tsumiki’s part), a cat walked towards the duo. the ball of orange fur purred and nudged it’s head on tsumiki’s legs, immediately getting the teenage girl’s attention. she kneeled down, her previous smile growing wider.

petting the cat, she looked up at her younger brother, “aren’t cats so adorable?”.

“yeah,” megumi uttered. a lie. he wasn’t a big fan of cats, he found them annoying. dogs are better, that’s what he believed in but he didn’t have the heart to say that to his sister. not when she looks the happiest she had been in a while.

“and the weather’s really nice today!”, she added, eyes glancing up at the sky. the sun was glaring right into her eyes, so her pupils shrunk. she didn’t mind however, she had always loved sunny days. the sunlight shone right above their heads, and megumi didn’t like it. he could feel drops of sweat trickling down his back, causing his shirt to cling onto his skin. megumi much prefers when it’s cloudy, shades of grey in the sky, the perfect weather for staying at home and reading books.

even so, he just nodded, “mhm.”

shortly the sun started to set, spreading orange hues throughout the sky. flocks of birds returned to their nests, and so the fushiguro siblings made their way back to their abode. on their way tsumiki stole glances at her brother, letting out a dry chuckle everytime she notices the lack of expression on his face.

“you should smile more you know, megumi”, she ruffled his erratic hair, “you won’t get much friends if you keep on frowning like that”, she teased.

he grumbled, “i don’t care if i don’t have friends.”

megumi thought it was ridiculous. why would it matter, anyway? he’s fine being alone. people are bothersome; they’re too loud and they stress him out. especially the stupid punks in school who thinks they could do whatever they want. megumi simply shrugged and pushed his sister’s words out of his mind. scratch smiling and being likeable.

yet here he is, smiling at you. over no particular reason too.

currently, he’s walking along a beach with you. you; dressed up in a white sundress, a pair of sandals in your right hand. the sand burns under fushiguro’s feet but he couldn’t feel it over the fast thumping of his heart, he couldn’t feel the heat when his whole skin is tingling. he trolls behind you, walking over the footsteps you made. your sundress flows to the rhythm of your walk, flying slightly up when the wind blows your way, exposing the plush skin of your thighs. fushiguro looks away from your figure, his fair complexion tinted with blush.

you’re his best friend, he’s not supposed to look at you like that.

“it’s so nice here, megumi!”, you call out to him as you stand at the edge of the sea. waves crash, they trickle up to your toes. with a smile you hold up your hand for megumi to hold.

bashfully, megumi walks up to you and takes your hand in his. he’s reluctant, for he dislikes his hands. they’re cold and filled with callouses. so when you grip his hand as though you didn’t intend to let go, when your thumb rubs against his, he feels less insecure of his hands. the sensation of your hand in his is hot, it burns; however it feels nice.

megumi fushiguro hates warmth, but if it’s your warmth, he’d enjoy burning in heat.

the sand by the sea doesn’t feel hot on your feet. the waves get bigger and bigger; till they reach up to your ankles. you giggle because it tickled, the sound of your laughs reaching megumi’s ears. he turns to his side to see you crouching down, collecting the water in your hands.

that’s when megumi concluded, your whole existence screams purity.

a week later megumi meets you again. sometime at 11pm, by an oak tree—your usual meeting spot. the oak tree is large, it’s impossible to miss it. you stand under the oak tree, allowing dried leaves to fall onto your head, getting stuck in your hair. you know megumi would get all the leaves out of your hair. he does it everytime. he’ll pick out all the leaves out of your hair while lecturing you, though his words enter one ear then out from another. no matter how many times he says “i can’t do this all the time”, even he himself knows he would.

from afar megumi watches his best friend run around the flower field, chasing butterflies. your hair gets swept away by the wind as your hands stretch up to the sky, desperately trying to get a butterfly to land on your hand. you’re wearing a jumpsuit, the white color of the material truly brought out your skin tone. your complexion is glistening, and it makes megumi’s heart throb.

“they’re scared of you, y/n,” he finally says, putting both your hands down. the butterflies fly away from your sight, and you pout.

“but they’re so pretty,” you sigh, watching as the butterflies choose to fly anywhere but on your fingers. and then one lands on top of megumi’s shoulder.

your eyes widen, holding the sides of megumi’s figure to make him stay still. megumi could see sparks in your eyes when you admire the blue butterfly. soft is the expression you wear on your face. he likes it on you. that cute expression of yours makes megumi fall five times harder for you even when he knows he shouldn’t.

“you’re like a flower ‘gumi. it likes you.”

ridiculous, he thinks. you’re the flower. it’s obvious by the way your body moves under the moonlight, and how insanely beautiful you are.

fushiguro megumi doesn’t say anything in return, as always. he rarely does. if possible, he wants to avoid you from finding out just how in love he is with you.

after that day, you never show up under the oak tree, a few minutes distance from jujutsu high. he’ll wait for hours long only to be disappointed.

--at least not until his birthday comes, about a few months later. his face turns pale once he spotted you. you wait by the jujutsu high gate with a wide smile on his face, as if you didn’t ghost him for three months.

"glad to see you doing okay," the apple of your cheeks seem more prominent when you smile, megumi feels an urge to kiss them.

"i haven't seen you in so long," megumi mumbles, "happy to see you here today."

you grin and hold up your hand for him to take per usual, and didn’t mutter anymore words until the two of you reach a café in the outskirts of tokyo.

“nice café,” the raven comments , glancing at you. you’re wearing a puffy sleeved white blouse now—honestly, do you only own white clothes?

“found it on instagram”, you mutter, “i thought you’d like it. happy birthday, megumi.”

megumi smiles for the first time today. as a jazz song plays, he eats the birthday cake you purchased for him quietly. the cake tastes delicious (to be fair, anything you buy him is perfect) because it’s not too sweet. the fact that you remember his preference makes his smile grow a little wider.

you hum to the song and rest your head on his shoulder. it seems like the two of you are the only ones in the café—a much needed privacy. you’re usually touchy with him, and he prefers affection to be private. typically they make megumi blush, and he doesn’t want people to witness him all flustered.

“did you miss me, megumi?”, he replies to your question by nodding and placing his hand on top of yours.

serenity is this feeling, megumi thinks.

at the corner of the café stands an antique grandfather clock. it’s sounds are so loud, they resonate the whole environment. megumi suddenly becomes hyper aware of the sound, there’s a pounding in his head. the sound becomes louder and louder, to the point where megumi couldn’t feel your skin under his. he shuts his eyes close, an impossibly bright light glares his eyes.

“fushiguroooo!”, an annoying voice yells. itadori’s voice, megumi is certain.

the pounding in his head slows down. his sapphire eyes flutter open, and he realizes the light he saw was sunlight rays peeking through his blinds.

“seriously fushiguro, we’ve been calling you for an hour now. hurry up, we’re going out to eat in five. to celebrate your birthday”, megumi looks up to see nobara standing behind itadori.

they’re both leaning against his door frame. itadori is dressed in a yellow hoodie, while nobara rocks a coat over a turtleneck. the female sorcerer holds her toy hammer tight in her grip, her eyes boring through megumi’s figure. by her posture, megumi guesses she was about to hit him with the squeaky hammer if only he didn’t wake up sooner.

fucking menaces, they could’ve left him to sleep for a little more. he hasn’t seen you in so long, he wanted to sleep in to spend time with you.

finally rubbing his eyes awake, the boy looks at the vase of orchids sitting on his nightstand. he sighs before standing up.

megumi will find you someday, he promises. if you’re a flower, he’ll gladly be the butterfly.

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dorimena · 4 years ago

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Hello hello! Your blog is beautifully constructed. I hope there will be more dom reader blogs like yours in the future. If you aren’t busy could I please have g/n reader brat taming Bakugou or Shinsou? I’ll leave it up to you to decide. Remember to drink water!

Hello! Thank you! (´ ω `♡) I chose Bakugou, but I might do something similar for Shinsou later on huhu~ And thanks for the reminder! I hope you’re hydrated as well! ╰(*´︶`*)╯

𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯; bakugou katsuki

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱; 1.5k

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰; gender neutral reader, impact play (not too hard though), brat taming, crying, mentioned overstimulation, implied edge play, paddle, dom!reader, sub!character

𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔰; sex toy (cock ring), lowkey headcanon Bakugou being into impact play, some aftercare before round 2, mentioned safe word (cues like the traffic light colors), aged-up character, Bakugou is 18+

𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢; I hope you enjoy it notwhatiseem. I might’ve had to do some investigation, as I was unsure if my plan on how the story was going was a correct, or as correct, portrayal. Maybe in the near future Mr. Paddle will make a comeback-

𝕸𝖗. 𝕻𝖆𝖉𝖉𝖑𝖊

“Baby boy! What has gotten into you today?”

You scold Bakugou as he glares at you from the couch, arms crossed and body relaxed on the cushions as he tries not to show how his anger is making his body tremble.

Unlike you, because you’re quivering in anger, in utter disappointment with the stunt he decided to pull during the Bakusquad’s monthly game night.

It was a fun time, a casual time and place where everyone could leave behind their prohero responsibilities before somehow being dragged away to missions, patrols, paperwork, all the glorious hero work.

But Bakugou decided that this very night, in the very moment Kaminari ‘accidentally’ placed his hand on your thigh, that he’ll be a brat. A jealous brat, which is worse than his usual bratty behavior.

But he isn’t usually a brat? It’s confusing and a whiplash for you, not really expecting to punish him after months of him being so obedient, so nice, so docile with you and everything you wanted or needed.

“Answer me, Bakugou.”

Okay, that made him furrow his eyebrows in worry, wondering if he’s crossing a line, but that already happened the moment he began sassing back at you and insulting you. Not even playful banter, it was just outright rude and degrading.

He went against opening his mouth or talking in general, just huffing as he slouched a bit more into the couch, as if he wants the cushions to swallow him in or maybe he’s trying to keep riling up your mood.

“Sit up correctly.” You snapped, halting your pacing as you standing in front of him, hands on your hips as you take in his sitting position. He’s barely such a slouch; he’s taking this too far.

Or maybe you got too used to him being such a sweet baby boy that you forgot just how impatient you can sometimes get.

This is one of those times.

“You’re not gonna talk?”

He shakes his head. Well, at least he answered, but his posture remains the same.

Sighing, you leave the living room and head to the bedroom, rummaging through your closet to find- aha!

Bakugou, in the meantime, is trying not to let his nerves get to him, not wanting clammy palms and possibly causing more harm with his reactions. All he can hear is stuff being moved around in your shared bedroom and then hearing a small shout of victory.

But for what- wait, why the fuck did you take that out?!

“Alright, baby boy. I hope you remember Mr.Paddle. He will aid me in your punishment.”

No, no! Anything but the paddle! You’ve never used it, at all. Even if there were some close calls, you still never had it anywhere near his skin, or him. It was a gag gift you gave him out of the blue.

“No!” Bakugou yelled, getting on his feet as his arms fell on either side of him, eyes wide in shock and slight fear. How hard could you go with that? How bad will it hurt?

But your amused chuckle seems to make him even more confused. Aren’t you angry at him?

“So you speak when threatened, but not when spoken to nicely? I told you to sit correctly-”

“I will!”

“Baby boy.” Oh he’s done it. He interrupted you just as he was kind of redeeming himself.

Well, shit.

“I’m s-sorry…” He trailed off, slowly sitting down on the couch as he never loses eye contact with you, waiting to see if you’ll finally use the paddle or you’ll continue trying to talk things out.

But you made a good point: why does he only speak up when threatened with punishment instead of avoiding all of this anger?

“Baby boy. Today you’ve gotten bold with your actions and your words. But you’ve been terribly rude with Kaminari! Isn’t he your friend? What did he do wrong?”

You do know, but you wanted to hear it from him.

But Bakugou kept his silence, fidgeting on the seat as he battled his inner, mini Bakugous about the pros and cons of speaking up and answering.

The main pro is that he’ll be given attention.

The main con is that that attention will be given with the paddle.

Well, his pride be damned.

“He was touching you! I hate it when other people do!” He spoke out, voice raising in volume just a bit at the end, but he shyly whispered, “you of all people know how jealous I can get.”

“Oh~ so baby boy was jealous?”

He groaned, covering his face with his hands before taking them away in a flash, grimacing at how sweaty they are and how sweet it smells.

“Don’t make me repeat myself, goddamn it.”

“Language.”

He grumbled, pouting as he looked at you again, slowly averting his gaze to the paddle as it just stared back at him.

Why does he feel like even if he spoke, he’s going to get that touching him?

He was right after some time, his body moving forward with every hit you landed on his ass with the paddle, a cry of the number he’s on leaving his mouth as more drool lands on the bed, more tears wetting the sheets, more precum falling in stringy drips on the sheets.

He can’t even come to care about the rapidly dirty sheets, or even come to think about anything really. Not with how every smack he receives, the hornier he keeps getting. The tighter his hands grip the bed sheets, and if he were at least conscious with his actions, he would’ve heard fabric tearing up and smell a bit of burning.

Is he into this? Has he always been into this? Well, yes. But he didn’t think taking the paddle instead of your hand would be so much better.

God, please-

“H-harder! Please! H-hardeeeeer- ugh fuuuuuuuck.”

You snicker before rearing back into a serious expression.

“Excuse me? You’re not allowed to speak, baby. Keep counting.”

Bakugou groans before it ends in a sob, a weak ‘68’ coming out as you land the last spank on his bruising ass and a small ‘69’ squeaks out of his throat as he falls forward, face resting on a nearby pillow. And if you somehow catch his hips gyrate slowly against the bed and small, hoarse whines leave his body, you decide to ignore and let him come down from the high the way he usually does.

You’re quite surprised at how he hadn’t used his safe word, or any safe cues, within the spankings, and actually asked for you to go harder. But his bruises are enough to make you feel kind of bad, just a bit.

“You know,” you speak, throwing the paddle on the floor before rounding the bed, squatting to look at his tear stricken, blush decorated, sweat sticky face, “I knew you were a slut for impact play, but I didn’t think it’d be this much.”

Bakugou just mewls weakly, voice lost in his trance as he tried recollecting any thoughts of his, especially the coherent ones so he could speak. Even if they’re just curse words.

“Sh-shitty y-y/n…” He blinks a couple of times, trying to unblur his eyes with the tears that seem to stubbornly stay on his lash line.

“Th-think tha-at be ‘nough? Hah… y-yer cute.”

Blinking yourself, you stare as you shake your head. So he wants to act difficult today, huh?

“Oh baby, baby, baby. All you had to do was ask nicely instead of being mean to your friends. You know I would do anything to keep you happy, to please you.”

You reach to pet him, scratching his scalp as soothing as possible, watching as his eyes slowly come back to being sharp, the fuzz lingering leaving as his mouth twitches into a smile, a relaxed, serene smile as his once tense body slowly melts into the bed, the small shudders from the intensity of the situation for his body slowly disappearing as he lets out something close to a purr.

How cute, he thinks he’s off the hook.

“Since baby boy isn’t satisfied with what I gave him, guess I’ll just have to fuck the brattiness and attitude out of you, hm?”

You slowly lift your hand, standing up as you go back to the closet, leaving him with enough time to gather his thoughts back together and come to realize how you’ve tricked him, how you’re not even done yet, how he’s still gonna get punished.

But, he loves overstimulation? How is that punishing?

“Oh! Forgot to mention: you’ll be wearing this until I feel like taking it off, okay?”

And in his line of vision is his cock ring, the horrible toy that vibrates in teasing tempos and makes him pathetically cum, humiliating him. God he hates that fucking thing.

He growls lowly, as if he’d have a threat ready between his teeth, but then you flipped him over gently, the coolness of the sheets soothing his ass as you flick one of his nipples.

He whimpers, puffing his chest out more for you to keep playing with.

“What’s your color right now, Katsuki?”

“Green m-master.”

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get-shiggy-with-it · 4 years ago

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Ch. 3

18+ MINORS DNI

Pairing: Shigaraki x Dabi (just this part), Tomura Shigaraki x fem!reader (very brief and vague reference to Dabi x Hawks)

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: smut and feels, it's literally just smut, blow jobs, friends(?) with benefits, blow jobs, anal fingering, light degradation (both for shigs and reader), could maybe be interpreted as slight dubcon, dirty talk, slutty dabi, dabi is an asshole, so is tomura, reader has gender neutral pronouns, I'm keeping it fem cause Shigs hates women and calls them that

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6

Summary: In which the boys share in some good ole roommate bonding activities and Tomura has a blow job induced epiphany.

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Dabi’s mouth was wet and so fucking warm as he swallowed around Tomura’s dick.

“Oh fuck…” he groaned as Dabi hummed around his length and did that thing where he flicked the ball of his tongue ring over Tomura’s slit.

Bright blue eyes stared up through deceptively long lashes, smirking at the way Tomura drooled as he got his soul sucked out the tip of dick. The mattress underneath him creaked despite the negligible weight of both their bodies. Dabi settled on his stomach between Tomura’s pale thighs leaving fingerprint bruises in soft flesh.

They did this sometimes, though he wasn’t quite sure when exactly it started. Dabi had been his randomly assigned roommate freshman year and he grew so used to living with him that the two of them had just silently, yet mutually agreed not to fuck something up that wasn’t broken. They both berated each other for their strange and somewhat disgusting habits—Dabi would say that Tomura was a gross shut-in creep who needed a fucking shower and Tomura called Dabi out on his slutty pastimes and obsession with piercing the hell out of every available inch of skin.

And sometimes they sucked each other off.

It was overall not a terrible arrangement—Dabi got his fill of dick and Tomura could no longer be made fun of for being completely inexperienced. Plus, as much as he was loathe to admit, Dabi was really fucking good at oral. Like, demonically good. He’d been going down on Tomura for so long now too that he’d learned all the things that had him spilling onto that pierced tongue in minutes.

Tomura jerked from his thoughts when two, lube slicked fingers prodding at his ass.

“Dabi, what the fuck are you—” he protested, wiggling his scrawny hips up the bed and inadvertently letting his cock slip out of the inviting heat between his roommate’s lips.

He couldn’t see much other than the shaking mop of black hair and pale hands with chipped black nail polish digging into his legs, yanking him back.

“Shut up freak,” Dabi slurred, words slick with spit and Tomura’s precum. Dabi said it tasted like battery acid, but it never stopped him from guzzling it like he did with cheap whiskey and cigarettes on the weekends. “I know you like it.”

He did like it, but Tomura wasn’t about to contribute to the fucking evil grin Dabi was giving him as he circled the tight ring of muscle, slipping in a finger to the first knuckle.

Tomura’s head flopped back on the pillows as he bit back a low moan, “Fuck off.”

“If you say so,” Dabi shoved his finger in roughly, squeezing a second in behind it and letting Tomura bask in the burn of being stretched too quickly before ripping his hands away.

“No!” Tomura wailed pretty fucking shamelessly and grabbed the retreating wrist, placing Dabi’s tatted hand back on his dick that throbbed and leaked painfully.

“Dude, what’s gotten the fuck into you?” his roommate asked, smirking still, but pumping Tomura's cock loosely nonetheless. “Our walls are thin as hell, you know I can hear you jerkin' it in here every night, and now you’re practically begging for me to suck you off. Usually I gotta come to you.”

He was infuriatingly right again.

Tomura had indeed asked for him to do this, which was definitely out of character for him. Most of the time when they ended up in this position, it was because Dabi spent hours hounding him about it or just fucking dropped to his knees and whipped Tomura’s cock out in the middle of a movie night or snuck into his room while Tomura was gaming and swallowed him whole just to laugh at the way his online friends reacted to the noises.

He’s just been so pent up lately, and you insisting on fucking touching his arm or sitting on the floor between his feet at League meetings was really not helping it.

“I don’t know,” Tomura lied, both to Dabi and himself in the hopes that the head of black hair would just go back to bobbing on his dick like he so desperately needed it to.

“Bro, I have fucked with enough people to know when they’re wishing I was someone else,” Dabi scoffed and ran a blessedly hot tongue from base to tip and suckled softly at the blush pink head before pulling back with a wet pop. “So who is it?”

“I’m not fucking thinking about anyone,” Tomura hissed, fisting Dabi’s spiky, black locks and thrusting into his mouth till he felt the contractions of Dabi gagging around his length. “Usually you're jumping at the chance to get dick in your mouth, so why does it matter?”

Dabi pulled back, wiping the silvery string of spit leaking past his lips away and scowling as his fingers ghosted over Tomura’s balls and sank back into his pliant ass.

“Seriously creep, I’m five seconds away from ghosting and you can fuck your hand like the sad little bitch you are. So tell me their name or I’m walking right now.”

Tomura huffed as he felt Dabi’s long, rough fingers pulled from him again and the heat of his mouth growing farther away.

“Ugh fine, it’s that bitch I’ve been working on the English thing with.”

Dabi made a face like his brain was buffering.

“Seriously?” he asked, mouth gaping in a way that had Tomura even more furious his dick wasn’t buried in it.

“Yes!” he shouted and grabbed Dabi’s cheeks in both hands, sinking past his waiting lips and practically purring when he felt them close around the base as his long tongue massaged the shaft. “Oh god yes…”

Dabi rolled his eyes, managing to look smug even with a cock stretching his lips taught against the piercings. He used to try and tease Tomura about how small his dick was, but it was hard to believe him. Especially with how he choked sometimes when Tomura got rough with him despite his boasts of lacking a gag reflex. Not to mention how he looked now, jaw probably aching with the stretch and loving every second of it.

Tomura lazily bucked his hips up and whined high when the fingers in his ass curled and thrust against that fucking spot he hadn’t known was there until Dabi found it for him.

The pleased sound he made tapered off into a growl though, when his roommate with questionable benefits pulled off again to run his slutty fucking mouth.

“Tell me about it,” he mumbled, kitten licking at Tomura’s cock and running the ball of his piercing through the slit again. Tomura gulped when he pulled it back into his mouth to swallow the bead of precum he’d collected. “I’ve seen your fucking paramour around before, pretty serious about school though. And kinda out of your league too, not gonna lie. So, what would you do if your cute little partner was here instead?”

Tomura bristled at the insult but couldn’t keep his pissed off look when Dabi went back to sucking his cock like a pro and curling those fucking fingers against his prostate. When he did speak, he blushed hard at the way his voice cracked and sounded like he was crying.

“I don’t fucking—holy shit—know,” he gasped and Dabi hummed both to egg him on and to get a whole new wave of precum gushing out of Tomura’s dick.

“C’mon man,” Dabi groaned, and Tomura distinctly heard the sound of a pants zipper and felt Dabi’s hips canting against the sheets.

That fucking masochistic whore. He would get off to Tomura dirty talking about someone else while he sucked his dick.

He considered stopping the whole thing right there, but then Dabi was sinking a third finger into his ass and thrusting hard while he hallowed his cheeks around Tomura’s cock and sucked—

“Tits!” Tomura cried and covered his burning, red cheeks with his hands. “I want to put my fucking face in them and taste them in my mouth. Sometimes I can see the outline of their nipples when we’re working and the air conditioning comes on and I want to suck on them so fucking bad I can’t think about anything else the whole night.”

Once he got started, Tomura found the words just spilled from him like a dam had burst. Dabi, the depraved bastard, groaned loud and ground his pierced dick harder against the mattress as he continued to deepthroat Tomura’s cock and fuck his ass at that perfect angle.

“Sometimes when they drag me to their stupid club I lose the rounds cause I—oh god, oh fuck—just imagine them in my lap, sitting on my cock and fucking writhing and squeezing me while we face off. Such a fucking—Dabi more!—stereotypical try-hard, bitch but I want to be inside them so fucking bad,” he felt actual tears stinging the raw corners of his eyes when Dabi sped up on his dick.

Tomura scrapped his nails against Dabi’s scalp, holding on for dear life as his breathing became even more ragged than usual. His friend’s cruelty streak reared its ugly head as Dabi sensed the tensing of Tomura’s balls and the clench of his tight ass and slowed down a fraction, keeping him teetering on the edge of an explosively pleasurable release.

“Fucking asshole,” he growled, but didn’t dare try to fuck Dabi’s face lest he make good on his threat to leave Tomura high and dry. “I just—shit, ah, don’t stop—they talk to me sometimes and I just wanna suck their tongue into my mouth so they shut up and I need to hear them fucking falling apart or using that stupid, stuck up teacher voice on me and fucking my ass—Dabi Fuck—is that what you wanted to hear?”

Dabi, because he got off on being a little shit, gave him one last delicious swallow before pulling back and fisting Tomura’s sopping wet cock. The fingers had stopped thrusting and were now pressed hard against his prostate, sending shocks through his body and making him twitch violently as his blood rushed with endorphins. He never stopped grinding his own dick against Tomura’s cotton sheets the whole time.

“You got it bad huh, don’t ya creep,” he mused, letting a fat glob of spit fall from his lips and keep his palm slick. “That’s the most I’ve ever heard you talk about fucking anything, much less another actual person.”

“No I fucking don’t, “ Tomura writhed against the pillows, giving in to the undeniable urge to simultaneously fuck up into Dabi’s hand and ride his fingers.

“Who knew you were such a desperate whore, falling for the first person to show you a modicum of attention,” Dabi jeered and squeezed the tip of his dick hard, listening to Tomura let out a choked sob. “I’m actually kinda proud of you, bro. My little incel baby’s growing up.”

Dabi cooed at Tomura, sinking sharp teeth deep into the meat of his thigh and sucking a bruise into the flesh.

“You’re the one—nghh—getting off on it,” Tomura clapped back but didn’t bother denying it again.

There was a sense of dread growing in his gut alongside the mounting pleasure of his orgasm that Dabi was currently holding hostage. Dabi may have had a dickish personality just as massive as the actual dick that was currently painting his comforter in stains, but he knew Tomura.

And he did, admittedly have much more experience with these types of things.

“Fuck yeah I am,” Dabi grunted. “Last time I let you return the favor you bit my fucking cock. I gotta get off somehow.”

“Don’t say rude shit to me and I won’t bite you.”

“Watch it, Tomura,” Dabi huffed and nipped at his thigh again. “You should be thanking me for my services.”

“Not if you’re gonna keep running your mouth instead of sucking me off,” he tried to sound intimidating but he was well and truly wrecked and couldn’t find the energy to give his words an edge.

“You should ask them out,” Dabi continued, ignoring the failed attempts at banter. “Bring ‘em over or some shit. Maybe then if I lock down that blonde piece of ass I’ve been talking to, we’ll both have much more interesting things to go down on.”

“Your whore ass is the one always jumping me, don’t act like it’s a fucking chore,” Tomura groaned as Dabi started licking at his cock again, pressing sloppy, half kisses on the tip as he jerked it in his fist.

“Not my fault I get bored sometimes,” he replied and closed his eyes as Tomura clenched particularly hard around Dabi’s relentless fingers. “But seriously, you should go for it. I’d kill to find out if you’re just as bad at eating pussy as you are sucking dick.”

“Fuck y—” Tomura started to say when Dabi reared up till they were chest to chest and their foreheads knocked together.

“I fucking will if you don’t shut up, creep, and I think it’d be so much better if you handed your fucking virginity to that pretty little partner bitch instead,” he said and stunned Tomura into silence when he licked into his mouth.

Dabi had kissed him before, but Tomura could count the number of occasions on one hand and almost all had been when his punk ass roommate was drunk as hell and in his feels about some tortured past. But Dabi’s eyes were bright and lucid now, blinking down at Tomura as he dragged their tongues together, flooding his mouth with the faint taste of cigarettes and jizz.

Their cocks brushed together too, the stimulation making Tomura whine into Dabi’s lips, who dropped a merciful hand down, taking them both in his fist and began pumping.

He didn’t stop as he pulled back, grinning down at Tomura like a fucking maniac—all shitty tattoos and silver piercings. The little barbels that stuck through Dabi’s nipples brushed against his own and made him moan at the cool metal and hot skin on his sensitive chest. Tomura was fucking sensitive everywhere, as Dabi had helped him discover, probably from a lifetime of being touched more by cheap sweatshirts than human hands.

“Now,” Dabi grunted as he thrust loosely against Tomura’s cock and his own fist before pulling away to settle back between his legs. “Shut up and cum down my throat—gotta give your virgin ass a refresher on mind shattering orgasms, so you know if that bitch is any good or not.”

Tomura’s tongue was halfway around a witty comeback when Dabi swallowed him to the hilt once again and started working his ass even harder. He really fucked hoped the neighbors were not home to hear him get his shit rocked at 2pm on a fucking Tuesday, cause Dabi might have been flunking out of his classes but he’d get a goddamn A plus for sucking dick.

The hand on his thigh, spreading him open, migrated to his hip so that Tomura could snap his legs shut hard around Dabi’s ring littered ears as he guided Tomura to grind down on his hand. The pressure in his gut built up exponentially higher now that Dabi wasn’t trying to hold him on the edge of climax. It took an embarrassingly short amount of time for him to acquiesce to Dabi’s request, as he tightened up in a full body clench before gripping Dabi’s hair and spilling rope after rope of hot, sticky release straight onto his roommate’s tongue.

Dabi, the fucking slut, made a show of swallowing every drop that spilled from Tomura’s abused cock, milking his prostate the whole time and only letting Tomura slip from his mouth when he was soft and finally spent.

The fingers in his ass remained though, still for the most part and slowly dipping in and out every so often. Tomura whimpered and clenched but was somewhat thankful for the remaining feeling of fullness.

“So, did you really mean all that?” Dabi asked with his signature smirk. “You really want your group project partner to cockwarm you and fuck your tight little ass?”

“Fuck off,” Tomura scowled and smacked Dabi hard across the face with an errant pillow.

Dabi yanked it from his grasp and tossed his ammunition onto the floor. “Hey, it’s not actually too bad in here,” he wiggled his fingers for emphasis which elicited an embarrassingly high gasp from Tomura, “give ‘em my number if you need a reference for asshole tightness.”

“Get the fuck out of my ass and my room,” Tomura kicked at Dabi’s back as it shook with laughter that lacked it’s usual jeering bite.

“What? Saving the cuddles for your new S/O?” he shot back, nuzzling his cum and spit covered face into Tomura’s neck.

With their chests pressed together, Tomura could feel the cooling, sticky remnants of Dabi’s own release coating his stomach. He squirmed against the sensation and pushed at the offending chest until his friend flopped down onto the scant space left between the mattress and the wall.

“Ew,” Tomura ran a finger through the mess Dabi had left smeared on him. “I’m taking a fucking shower.”

“God, finally!” Dabi exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air and producing a cigarette from god knows where. He let the paper rest between his lips unlit. “I should have thought about getting you fucked out on the reg earlier, creep, if it’ll stop you smelling like ass.”

Tomura launched the discarded pillow which hit it’s mark with a dull thump.

“You better be fucking gone when I get back,” he hissed and stumbled naked, on shaking legs into the hall and to their shared bathroom.

Dabi’s cackling followed him until the door shut and the lock clicked behind him.

Tomura turned the water on quickly, letting steam cloud the mirror before he jumped under the spray. The only products on the shelves were Dabi’s for the most part with the exception of a store brand bar of soap and some 3 in one shampoo, conditioner, and body wash.

Tomura knew he should clean himself more often, but his skin was so fucking raw all the time it hurt to do, so he mostly avoided it unless the smell got really unbearable—or Dabi was painting him in jizz whenever the opportunity presented itself.

He tried to get in and out as quickly as possible so he didn’t have the opportunity to think too hard about the admission his fuck buddy roommate had pulled from him mid blow job. Because if he did—in his post nut, clingy state—he’d most certainly imagine you were with him, tits pressed against his back and your soft, insistent tongue dipping past his lips, tasting like fruit gum and expensive cafe drinks instead of nicotine and cum.

And he really couldn’t handle that. Cause Dabi was right, he had something fucking bad for you and the thought of another rejection loomed large.

When he did towel himself off and shuffle, still naked back into his bedroom Dabi was nowhere to be seen. Tomura’s phone however, was left sitting right next to the jizz stain on his sheets. He frowned at the open balcony door where Dabi was no doubt smoking and snatched the device before tumbling onto the pillows.

He powered it on and scrolled through his notifs before one caught his eyes. You and Dabi were really the only people that ever texted him, but the contact name above this one had changed.

bitch (endearing)

— hey, starting an impromptu round of Smash soon if you’re interested <3

The stupid text heart made his chest throb and he stared at Dabi’s new nickname for you, not even noticing the fucking grin that tugged at his cheeks.

He bit his lip to stop the twitching when it pulled too hard at the chapped skin and scrambled for his clothes before shooting a quick confirmation text back. Tomura opted for his only pair of black jeans this time instead of sweats and the least stained sweatshirt he owned.

Dabi peaked around the corner when he heard the clink of Tomura’s keys. The bastard was smoking in just a pair of underwear that left half his ass on display for all the whole fucking street. He smirked, quirking his eyebrows and bringing his hands up to slip his index finger through the circle he made on the other hand in a silent, vulgar gesture.

“Screw off,” Tomura shouted over his shoulder and made for the door.

“Wrap it before you tap it, bro!” Dabi called after him, cut off by the subsequent slamming.

Tomura took the stairs two at a time, pulling out his phone and tucking the hood over his damp hair, this time to hide the growing smile playing at his lips.

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