#spite smut

[asirensrage]

Demanding It All - Gojo Satoru Oneshot

Title: Demanding It All Rating: Explicit Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Unnamed Female OC Warnings: Slight possessive behaviour. Sex. Mentions of Gojo being an asshole (and ruining her dates with others) Summary: They've both finally had enough. Satoru does something about it. Sequel to Wanting More

Notes: Unbeta-d. I wrote this in a few hours and only looked it over a couple times so forgive me if it's not to my usual standards lol. It's also only the second time I've written him. I used/referenced a couple prompts from this post.

This is dedicated to @nejires-hado and the anon in my ask box who decided to complain to me about @nejires-hado sexualizing anime characters before asking me "Don't you ever look at yourself and feel shame?" The answer, of course, is no and because I excel at spite, I bring you this spite smut. Enjoy!

“Damn it, Gojo! What the hell is your problem?” 

“Hmm?” he asks, looking not at all bothered by her anger. He’s lounging on her couch again, looking as though he belongs there. No matter how many times she’s thrown him out, he’s found his way back. Like some stray cat she never wanted. 

“Why are you ruining everything?”

“Ruining?” he laughs at that. All it does is piss her off more. “What was there to ruin?”

“Don’t you have other people you can bother? Or Elders to irritate? Schools to reform? Some shit that doesn’t require you to dig into my personal life?”

He stares at her. Even if she can’t see his eyes, she can feel his gaze. “Who says I’m not?”

She tries not to scream in frustration. She doesn’t know what’s wrong with him or what changed. Suddenly, he was showing up more frequently, not to mention interrupting all of her dates, throwing his arm around her like she was his and demeaning every man she had met with. It was driving her insane. Especially considering she actually liked the first one he drove off. “I’m sick of this. I’m sick of you acting like you’re not doing anything wrong!”

He sits up at that, long legs bent at the knee with his feet planted on the ground. “When have I ever done something wrong?” He scoffs. 

“You showed up during my date and told him our kids were waiting for us!” 

“Oh, that.” He leaned back, getting comfortable again. “He was boring. I saved you from a terrible date.”

“I didn't ask you to!” she snarls. “In fact, I don’t know why you’re still here! We’re not friends, Gojo.”

He grins and she can already tell that whatever comes out of his mouth is going to irritate her further. “Oh? Then what are we, dearest?”

“A headache.” 

“Aww, come on. You deserve better than them.” He stands up and moves towards her. She glares at him, inwardly cursing the Limitless that keeps him protected. 

“I deserve some peace from you,” she bites back asking if he has other friends. She was angry but that was just cruel. “What is your problem?”

“You.” 

She blinks, surprised by the tone of his voice. Satoru is rarely serious. Even at the brink of death, he finds a way to enjoy himself, to mock those weaker than him. Everyone is weaker than him. “What?”

“You are my problem.” He moves closer and she stops herself before she steps back. She’s not afraid of him. She never has been. 

She glares up at him. “Well don’t stick around on my account.”

He sighs and she gets the sense he’s disappointed. “Haven’t you figured it out yet?”

“Gojo, leave me alone.” She doesn’t want to play his games. “Or I’m going to find a way to throw you out the window.”

He laughs at that. “Always so creative! Not that it would hurt.” 

She reacts without thinking, shoving him back. Her hands stop before they can reach him. It just makes her angrier. “Fuck you, Satoru!”

He reaches up, grasping her wrists. Her breath catches in her throat at the feel of his skin against hers, the warm grip that holds her. Has she ever touched him before? Has anyone? “Promise?” 

“Just stop, okay? Stop bothering me. Stop scaring my dates off. Just stop!”

“They don’t deserve you.”

“Yeah?” she sneers. “Who does? Nanami?”

His lips are on hers before she can even think. His hands still hold her wrists, keeping her in place as his mouth moves against hers. He pulls back, just enough so that they can breathe. 

She stares at him, confused and uncertain. He kissed her. Satoru, who has strived to make her life hell, kissed her. “What–”

He lets go of her wrists, one hand moving to the small of her back, pulling her into him. The other hand goes to the back of her neck, tilting her head up towards him. His mouth finds her again. The kiss deepens. It’s hard and demanding, almost punishing for something she never knew she was doing.

She can taste the sweetness of the candies he had been eating on his tongue. His grip tightens for a moment and she moves her arms, reaching up to wrap them around him. She digs her nails into his shoulder, feeling him smile against her lips. She loses herself in the kiss, mindlessly wondering how it came to this while hoping he doesn’t stop. 

His mouth moves, trailing kisses against her jaw, down her neck. She presses her fingers into the base of his scalp, trying to keep herself from pulling off his blindfold so she could bury her fingers in his hair. 

“So good,” he mutters against her skin. “-knew it.” 

She’d shove him off for that if she didn’t want him closer. She presses up on her toes, nipping at his jaw for the remark. His grip tightens slightly before he kisses her again. He steps forward, forcing her back. She lets him lead in the parody of a dance, ushering her through her own apartment as he sheds the shirt he’s wearing in between claiming her mouth with his. She doesn’t even question how he knows which way to go. There’s no point. Not with him. 

She pulls off her own shirt, throwing it in the direction of her laundry basket. His chest presses against her, warm skin against hers. Somehow she never thought he’d be warm. His mouth finds her again and the thought is lost as she kisses him back just as hard. She bites at his lip, ignoring the way he laughs against her. He lets her take what she wants, all the while moving them until the back of her knees hit the side of her bed and she’s lying down with him above her. 

Her breath catches in her throat at the sight of his eyes. Darkened with lust, she can barely begin to decipher the look in them before he closes them, distracting her again with his kiss. His fingers move, tugging at the shorts she’s wearing. She lifts her hips enough to help him pull them off. He takes her underwear with them. 

She closes her eyes, unwilling to see his expression as he looks at her, bare under his gaze. Weren’t they always? 

He doesn’t linger long. His hands move, mapping the curves of her body as his mouth traces a trail that only he understands. Her hands grip the sheets under her and she allows herself the satisfaction of digging her fingers into his hair like she wanted. She can’t stop the urge to yank on it, just because she finally can. He bites at her skin before pressing his tongue flat against one of her nipples. Her breath catches in her throat and the desire to hurt him fades against the need for more. 

She hooks a leg around him, pressing him closer. 

“Patience, darling,” he teases. “I want to savour this.”

She groans in frustration. “Don’t play with me, Satoru.” 

“But it’s so fun!” 

Her eyes narrow and before she can lift her leg to kick him off of her, he grips it, holding her in place against him. He presses closer and rocks his hips against her. The friction of his clothed legs pressing against her makes her gasp. 

“Wait,” he orders. He bends back down, mouth on her skin again. He keeps one hand on her leg, keeping her against him. The other skims against her, cupping one of her breasts. His fingers brush against her nipple, tugging at it playfully before he moves to soothe it with his tongue. 

Her head falls back, relaxing into the sensations. Goosebumps prickle against her skin that his fingers brush against. She’s going to be marked, bruises caused by his mouth. It's as though she’s one of those desserts he goes out of his way to find, the ones he lingers in eating, trying to enjoy as long as possible. 

He shifts, moving down slightly and releasing his hold on her leg. His hand goes between her legs and she is left suddenly open as he presses against her carefully. It’s seconds before he finds it, thumb pressing against her clit as her legs clench around him. If he laughs, she doesn’t hear it, her focus only on his fingers and the way they are slowly pressing in. When his mouth joins, his tongue flicks as it replaces his thumb before pressing flat. 

The pressure increases and she buries her hand in his hair again, holding him close as she gets closer to the edge. 

“Please, please, please,” she begs. She’s never begged him before but she can’t stop. Not when there’s more. Not when she’s so close. 

She breaks. He doesn’t protest at the way her legs tighten around him or how she pulls his hair without meaning. It’s as though all he can focus on is her and how she tastes. He finally pulls away, letting her catch her breath and come back to earth. She could finally understand why he called himself a god. Why it might be slightly deserved. Forget what abilities he could have, that alone was enough to redeem him. 

He positions himself above her, staring down at her. His eyes are bright in the shadows of her room. She stares back, any hesitance is gone in the aftermath of her orgasm. 

“Stop looking at me,” she says softly, finally breaking the silence between them. He smiles at her, something softer than his usual smug grin. 

“I can’t.” Seeing her confusion, his smile widens. “You’re so pretty like this.” 

Her nose scrunches up at the compliment. It doesn’t seem right coming from him. She tries to shove him back but he grabs her hand, pinning it down against the bed next to her. 

“Don’t,” he says softly. He leans forward and brushes his nose against her jaw. “I want to see everything.”

“Don’t you already?”

“Not like this.” He kisses her again before pulling back. She sits up slightly, confused at the sudden coldness before she realizes what he’s doing. His pants are quickly abandoned and she can see the condom he pulls out. 

“Can I–” her offer to help is cut off. He moves impossibly quick sometimes and before she can even move, he’s back between her legs. He pauses only to check with her, to meet her eyes as he positions himself. She hooks a leg around his waist, pulling him closer. 

The stretch is uncomfortable at first, despite the preparation. He groans against her skin as he holds himself close. She breathes, trying to let herself relax as he fills her. Did it feel like this before? Were others lacking or was it simply more because it was him? 

His lips move across her neck, an attempt to distract them both. She clutches at him, nails digging into his skin before she demands that he move. So he does. 

Her head falls back as he thrusts forward. It’s so much and somehow not enough. She wants more. She wants to burn him into her skin, some proof that this is real and happening. That he’s really muttering in her ear about how good she feels, how he’s the only one to deserve her. How he won’t let her go. 

She ignores that and focuses on how she feels. He moves one of her legs higher, his elbow under her knee as he tries to get closer, shifting the angle of his hips until her mouth drops open and words become impossible. The noises from them both would be embarrassing if she could bring herself to care. The pressure continues to build and she finds herself plunging into another orgasm before she realizes it. He kisses her, swallowing her scream as his pace increases. She leaves scratches in his skin, drawing blood as he fucks her into the mattress, refusing the ease even for a moment. 

She’s teetering on the edge of another when he finally breaks. He groans, burying himself into her. He holds her tight enough to bruise but doesn’t move. The potential of her own orgasm fades and for once she’s a bit thankful if only for the chance to breathe, to hold off on losing herself to him again. 

He pulls out, discarding the condom before he collapses on the bed next to her. She turns, moving to her stomach while she tries to recover her energy. How did they get here? Satoru and her were friends. Sort of. And now…did they ruin that? 

An arm curls around her waist before she’s pulled into his chest. She glares, regretting the last hour already. His eyes are closed and she’s surprised at the fact that he actually looks relaxed. Not in the way he pretends he is, like when he taunts the Elders.This looks real. 

One of his eyes open, peering at her. “Still hate me?” he asks, sounding far too amused for someone who just tried to fuck her senseless. 

“Yes.”

His lips twitch at that. “Same amount?”

She pretends to think about it. “Hmm…maybe a little less.”

“A little?”

She moves, holding up a hand and showing an inch between her thumb and index finger. “Just a bit.” 

He laughs. “Then I’ll just have to keep you in bed until you love me.”

Her face scrunches up at the thought. “I’m going to throw you off the roof.” 

Satoru’s grip tightens on her, pulling her closer. She thinks she feels his lips against her hair. “You can try.”

“One of these days, Satoru…” she warns. He just closes his eyes, ignoring her. She tries to push him off, gaining a bit of space so she can at least clean herself up. His grip is firm though and he doesn’t let go.

“Not yet,” she hears him say. “Just…wait, okay?”

It’s too soft and she finds herself settling without realizing. “Yeah,” she leans back against him. “Okay.” 

taglist: @raith-way @arrthurpendragon @veetlegeuse @chickensarentcheap @nejires-hado @residentdormouse @endless-oc-creations  @stanshollaand @wordspin-shares @chrissymunson

[alidravana]

Spite is a fantastic motivator for writing fic.

For all those who are dropping nasty anons in my moots inboxes, just so you know this is only motivating me to write more BuckTommy fics!

[ladymelisande]

Funniest case of infantalising in fandom drama has truly have to be GO fandom going nuts about some people shipping Crowley and Muriel and claiming Muriel, who is like, the same age as Aziraphale and Crowley and played by a grown arse 32 years old... Is a child, somehow.

God, it's so funny.

[maryoliverdotcom]

feeling so proud of myself. like yes girl you wrote full-blown smut under the table in history class

[nostalgiaruinedme]

I wasnt even planning on reading or writing fic tonight but the attack on ao3 is pissing me off. """""Ohhh its too GAY and SMUTTY"

Stfu and stop forcing ur beliefs on people. Gonna go write gay shit to post later just because of this now

[bluelolblue]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @tobytheeggo

I wish you all the best for your birthday! I really enjoy talking to you and being silly with you :3. I'm sooo glad I got to meet another Santino (and Riccardo) enjoyer, like that's really rare, and you're just so silly and fun and amazing! We're far away from each other, but it's like we share the same brain cells most of the time HEHEHE! I hope all your wishes and dreams will come true and continue being amazing and slaying every day! 💙🩵💙🩵

I appreciate you a lot and I made this fic for you as my little gift for you! :3

It's Santino x Chidi because YES! I hope you'll like it <3 🩵💙

Early Mornings

Everything seemed so peaceful and warm, not a sound other than soft breathing. And it seemed too good to be truth. Living life in constant rush and danger of getting killed is exhausting. A good sleep feels almost unreal.

Until... waking up to a high pitch beeping noise.

Santino groaned in frustration, burying his face into the pillow and pulling the heavy silk sheets over his head, waiting for the sound to be shut off.

Chidi reached for his phone to turn off the alarm. It was 5 am. Just like every morning. Being a bodyguard means getting up at 5 am every morning because that's your job. Protect rich, powerful people. Although, in this situation, Chidi is not Santino's bodyguard. He is Vincent's bodyguard. Santino's ex.

"What time is it?" Santino muttered tiredly, now lying on his stomach as he hugged the pillow, still not opening his eyes.

"5 am." Chidi replied, his voice a bit husky in the morning. Santino sighed into the pillow, finding all this too difficult to handle at 5 fucking am.

"Are you insane?" Santino asked, finally opening his eyes enough to glare at Chidi, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, his back facing him.

Ah. His back. It almost looked like the red scratch marks were painted, but they were indeed real and were left by this moody Italian. "Maybe I am. Not as insane as you, though." Chidi said, looking over at his shoulder with a small smirk.

Santino made another annoyed noise and turned over, pulling the sheets with him. "You know, my back still kinda burns." Chidi complained jokingly. Well, half jokingly. The scratches still burned a little. "You deserved it." Santino muttered.

"Did I?" Chidi asked, leaning over the bed to press a kiss on his lover's neck.

"Either go to the bathroom or stay here..." Santino said tiredly, but he let Chidi kiss his neck. "Oh, so you want me to stay after all, huh?" Chidi teased, admiring a love bite he had left on the Camorra prince. "You're just good in bed." Santino said, switching with some effort onto his back to cup Chidi's face and to press a lazy kiss on his lips.

He's still so tired. And sore from their night together.

"You were loud." Chidi said after the kiss, looking into Santino's beautiful, tired green eyes. He looked even more handsome like this, with messy hair, sleepy eyes and still exhausted. Santino hummed and smiled halfway, one hand tracing down the scratch mark. "And you were so stubborn." Santino said, slightly digging his nails into the marks to tease him.

"You liked it. Loved it even." Chidi pulled back with a soft chuckle. He was not gonna let Santino have his way now. At least not at 5 am. Santino hummed again and turned into a small groan as he tried to stretch. He's gonna feel this for a week, if not longer. Week if he's lucky.

"I won't be able to walk." Santino breathed out, sagging on the bed, looking up at the ceiling as Chidi made his way to Santino's luxurious bathroom. "You wanted it that way. Begged me for it as far as I can remember." Chidi smirked at him, leaning against the door.

"Shut up." Santino murmured and rubbed his face with his both hands.

Santino hates that he got woken up at 5 am, and he wanted to take a nap while he waited for Chidi, but now he couldn't.

In the bathroom, Chidi took a nice warm shower that helped him feel relaxed and relieved. And it felt so good on his scratch marks on his back. Santino can really get wild when he wants to. Or when someone drives him insane to that point.

The room was still somewhat dark which just made him sleepy again but just as he closed his eyes again to nap, Chidi returned.

"I have to go now before it gets too suspicious." Chidi said as he put on his shirt. "Not gonna stay just a little longer?" Santino teased, now lying on his side with a smirk and watching Chidi. "You know I can't do that." Chidi told him, knowing what Santino wanted.

"Mm... fine. It's too early for anything. You're just crazy like your fucking boss." Santino couldn't hold himself when he mentioned his boss. Vincent.

"Bodyguard's life, what can I say." Chidi was just doing his job really. Although, his job wasn't Santino last night but he's gonna keep that a secret. Because it is a secret.

How to make life more difficult for your toxic ex?

Sleep with his bodyguard.

Santino watched as Chidi put on his clothes, his tie, how he looked more serious again. Fuck. He looked so hot in that suit. Good thing Santino didn't tore it off him yesterday.

Just as Chidi got fully dressed and was ready to leave, Santino got up and tugged on his tie, face to face with the assassin. "Tell your boss to keep his distance... otherwise, I'll have to steal you again." Santino's voice made Chidi almost shiver. This soft, gentle, and attractive voice he used was enough to make him kiss him again.

Humming in agreement while kissing the Crime lord, his soft lips felt better than anything right now. "I will." Chidi said after the kiss, admiring him in this position.

No one really gets to see Santino this way. Relaxed, calm, submissive but still having control. It's rare but beautiful sight.

"Now go back to him like a loyal dog you are." Santino patted his shoulder, turning away with a smirk and getting into his bed. "It's almost 6 am, I want to sleep while I can." Ah, of course, Santino has to be a bit bitter in the morning.

"I'll see you again soon. Mr. D'Antonio." Chidi gave him a smile and nod before opening the door to leave.

Santino felt like he won. Sleeping with a bodyguard of his ex to spite Vincent. But still, Chidi is hot and so fucking good in bed. He barely stood up to hold his tie and kiss him, his legs and hips hurt. He's going to feel this for a long time.

Santino D'Antonio gets what he wants no matter what. Even things like this.

[crown-ov-horns]

Anyone want Crowley x Readers? Or War x Readers? I don't know how long I'll take to start uploading my WIPs, and I don't like to not upload. Female Reder. Both male and female Crowley (not at the same time). War'd be... Herself.

What are you saying? I'm procastrinating? Why, ✨yes✨, how did you know? On my WIPs, original works, and papers for uni.

[lollybliz]

As 24 hours comes and goes, no land in sight, a single platform drifts slowly, almost within reach.

A familiar slab of wood, one you've looked to, and at times rejected and ignored, at times grasped with all the strength in your arms.

Here it is again, in our drifting, lost without the great ship ao3.

Google docs.

[asirensrage]

3 or 12 for the yandere smut prompts. Murder husband or established couple, please. ❤️

Okay, so I need you to forgive me because I legit couldn't decide on who fit this best. It might be Billy and Grace though because I could see those two pulling something like this. Or! Billy and Isa. I listened to "Love is a Bitch" by Two Feet while writing the smut lol and I really like these two lines in this one shot.

Oh well, regardless, I hope you enjoy it. Thanks for participating!

Pairing: Billy Russo x Undescribed female character Rating: Explicit Warnings: suggested kidnapping. Unprotected sex. Unbeta'd ;)

To say she had better days was an understatement. 

Waking up in a room she doesn’t remember falling asleep in was the initial warning sign. Granted it was a big one, but it was the first clue that something was wrong. Thankfully, the door is unlocked and she isn’t about to stick around to find out. 

The hallway is empty and she creeps out slowly, listening carefully as she leaves. The hall is dark enough that she needs to keep a hand on a wall to help find her way. It’s then that she realizes her cell phone is gone. Whatever. That’s a problem for later. Right now, she needs to escape. 

Footsteps sound down the hall, making her freeze. She waits until she hears him open the door she just left and takes the chance to duck into the next door she touches. Thankfully it’s empty and she presses her ear to the door, holding her breath as she listens. 

“Sweetheart!” Billy’s voice echoes down the hall. “I didn’t think you’d wake up so soon.”

She doesn’t respond.

“Come on out. I promise it’s not what it seems.”

She doesn’t believe that for a second. She knows that voice. She slept with him last night, letting him buy her a drink before taking her home. It was clearly a mistake. One she wouldn’t make again. 

She waits until he heads down the hall, opening another door. She takes the chance to leave the room she’s in and makes her way further down the hall before hiding again in another room when she hears him come back into the hall. 

“I guess we’re playing then.” 

The game continues. 

He gets close a couple of times but the place is a maze and she’s not entirely sure she’s not lost. It doesn’t matter. As long as he stays behind, and she gets out, she’ll win. She just needs to make sure he doesn’t find her first. 

“How many fucking doors does this place have?” she mutters to herself.

“I hear you,” he calls out. 

She ignores the taunt. 

“Come on, sweetheart. Haven’t I promised I would take care of you?” 

She doesn’t remember that. 

“Haven’t I made you feel good? Let me continue. Let me show you everything I can offer you.” 

It’s tempting. She knows by his tone that he’s serious and she remembers the last night they were together. Still, it’s not enough to stop her. 

She thinks she’s getting close to the end. She has to be. 

One of the doors is locked and the doorknob rattles when she tries it. There’s no light shining underneath so she moves on, praying it’s not nighttime outside and she didn’t notice. There’s a door at the end of the hall. She hears him getting closer and she takes the chance. She runs.

Footsteps pound on the ground behind her. Her fingers wrap around the doorknob as she shoulders it open. Light spills into the hallway, silhouetting her. Before she can move further, a hand closes around her mouth as an arm loops around her waist, yanking her back. The door closes in front of her. 

Lips press to her ear as he whispers, “Found you.” 

She shivers at the feeling. “I almost made it.” 

“Almost,” he agrees before pressing his lips to her neck. He kisses the skin softly. “Ready to come back?”

“If I say no?”

“I guess I’ll have to convince you…” He turns her, pushing her back against the wall. His lips are on hers, kissing her deeply. Her arms move, wrapping around his neck and drawing him closer. She likes him like this, even if it’s a game neither of them should be playing.

His kisses are desperate, as though he suspects that given the chance she really will leave, that she’ll get tired of him. She doesn’t think that will ever happen. 

She scrapes her nails gently against the nape of his neck and he pulls away from her just enough so he can brush his lips against her cheek before kissing a path down hers. 

Her breath hitches as he presses closer, providing her with more warmth than she thought possible. She didn’t realize she had been so cold until now. His hands slide under her shirt and she closes her eyes, leaning back as she focuses on the feeling. He leaves goosebumps in his wake and her stomach flutters at the promises she knows he’ll keep. 

When he kneels before her, helping her out of her clothes, he looks up like he’s ready to worship. She can barely see him in the dark, but there’s just enough light from the crack of the door to illuminate his devotion. 

Her hands dig into his hair when he guides one of her legs to rest on his shoulder. He holds her weight, keeping her steady, even as he buries his face between her legs. She reaches a crescendo under his familiar touch with startling ease. He’s tasted her a thousand times and every one he feasts as though it’s his first. 

Billy keeps her standing when her legs threaten to give out on her as she breaks, murmuring praises against her skin. He moves slowly, standing back to his feet and kisses her again. And again. 

“Gonna let me treat you right?” he asks softly. 

“You already do.”

He laughs at that, a low chuckle that makes her stomach clench. “Let me feel you.” 

She doesn’t bother answering, not with words. She unbuttons his pants, pushing them down and freeing him before hooking a leg around his waist and pulling him close. She eases his way in with a guidance that burns both of them in its familiarity. No matter how many times she’s felt him, it never gets old. 

He holds her against the wall, keeping her pressed back on it with every thrust. She clings to him, nails digging into his back as she tries to hold herself up, to keep pace with him. He overwhelms her though. He always does. 

His hands press bruises into her skin as she draws blood from his. Their kisses are hungry and desperate as they turn relentless in their pursuit of their pleasure. 

She bites on his neck, trying to keep herself from crying out when she reaches the brink and is thrown into her orgasm. 

He swears as his grip tightens and his pace increases. The overstimulation turns nearly painful before his hips stutter and he presses her tighter against the wall, as though he’s trying to etch himself into her skin. They both struggle to catch their breaths.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice quiet in the dark.

“Yeah,” she answers, smiling softly. He pulls out before lowering her slowly to the ground. “Where did you find this place?”

“A friend of a friend. You weren’t too scared waking up alone, were you?”

“A little but once I heard your voice, I knew what it was.” 

His hand brush back her hair, one curling at the back of her neck as he kisses her again. “Have I told you how much I love your trust in me?”

“As often as I tell you I love our games.”

Billy laughs at that. “You really thought this was all just a game? Darling, my love for you goes far deeper than you could even imagine.” 

“Good.” 

[highpri3stess]

You know what? Maybe I'll write Baji smut for the fun of it, since everyone is getting so goddamn pressed about the other post.

[aki-draws-things]

Me: collegues are pissing me off today, so since they always come around when I write during lunch, today I'm gonna go and wrote smut with a poker face, just for their reactions. (they don't exactly know English, so I'm relatively safe still)

Also me: how about a little omegaverse? I'm sure everyone would line up so prettily for Mav...

Mav: *3 words later, ends up being an alpha and setting his eyes on an already claimed omega who looks everything but an omega*

Me: well... That took a weird turn. Unexpected, but kinda nic--- Bill fucking Cortell don't you dare sticking yourself into Slider one more time leave some for the others!

[tiger-moran]

gwenynenbrenin replied to your post: i'm tempted by spite to write and publish an actually decent book abt them at this rate

Do it do it do it

(If I had the energy I would write and publish SO MANY Moriarty and Moran books with so much smut in them mostly out of spite)

[systemadministratorclu]

Christian music in the dining room at work: God's light is so bright, brighter than the sun. Rejoice, he shines it on you!

Me, visually impaired/light sensitive eyes: And he's a dick for doing so. Tell him to quit before I kick his ass.

[alecvolturi]

Lmao I just found the 3/4ths done Demetri smut I started a while ago out of spite BURIED in my notes app