#the possibilities. (<-is insane and crazy and insatiable)

[sallymew4]

EVERYONE STOP WHAT YOURE DOING RIGHT FUCKING NOW

EVERYBODY SHUT UP IMMEDIATELY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[seungkw1]

love me right — ksy

♡ pairing: roommate!hoshi x afab!reader ♡ theme: smut [18+ mdni], humor ♡ wc: 4.1k ♡ warnings: oral (f. & m. receiving), unprotected piv sex (do not do this), multiple orgasms, a lil spit play, head pushing, thigh riding, somnophilia, cum eating/swallowing, cumming in pants, like 2 seconds of angst, praise kink, hs is down bad for reader, gendered pet names (baby, good girl, pretty girl, etc), bit of fluff at the end ♡ a/n: this is part 2 to make me !! finally got this written hope yall like <3

Ever since you sort-of-accidentally had sex with your roommate for the first time, he’s been nothing but a fucking menace. 

Not in a bad way - no, despite the fact that he's kind of an actual insane person he's always been and continues to be a very considerate and agreeable roommate. There's no problem with your living arrangements. 

The problem is how fucking insatiable he has become. 

You previously never thought there could be such a thing as too many orgasms, but Soonyoung really is testing your limits. You've never had so much sex in your life - and you're not mad about it by any means. But your roommate-turned-friend with benefits is absolutely, utterly, wholeheartedly obsessed with having his entire face buried in your pussy at all possible times. And you love every second of it. 

Sure, sometimes your clit kinda feels like it's gonna fall off. Most of the time you've barely recovered from the last set of two, three, four orgasms (the current record is six, a record he's determined to beat) before he’s back between your legs again. But the constant cunnilingus leaves you more sensitive than ever before - and the more you squirm beneath his tongue and scream and cry as he takes you to paradise, the more it gets him off. One time you were wailing his name so much that he actually came in his pants, fully hands-free. The man simply worships you. 

You've had various kink-related conversations over the past couple months of nonstop boinking, as these things come up. You wouldn't necessarily say Soonyoung is into anything too crazy (besides the occasional burst of tiger roleplay, anyway), but so far he's been enthusiastically down for everything you've expressed interest in. He’s the very definition of matching one’s freak. 

“You know what would be hot?” Soonyoung asks you one day, approximately two minutes after you woke up and emerged from your room.

“Good morning to you too,” you tell him through a sleepy yawn.

“What if,” he continues anyway, “hypothetically, I were to wake you up one day by eating you out?”

“Soonyoung is it nine in the morning,” you reply as you give him a dull glare. You go to make yourself a cup of coffee, but he extends a full mug to you. You take the cup - it’s fresh, piping hot. 

“Oh, thanks,” you say, surprised by the kind gesture.

“So?” he prods, eagerly awaiting your reply.

“I mean, yeah, I wouldn’t be mad about that,” you answer with a small shrug.

“NOICE,” he exclaims, pumping his fist in the air.

“BUT-” you quickly add. “That cannot be an everyday thing.”

“Right, of course not,” he agrees with a nod. “Soooo, when can I try it?”

“Well, I can’t tell you that,” you reply straightforwardly. “It’s supposed to be a surprise, that would like, defeat the whole point.”

A wide grin spreads across his face, but he shakes it off right away, playing it cool. 

“Okay cool, well I’ll keep that in mind,” he says, grabbing your hand and shaking it vigorously. “Pleasure doing business with you.”

You roll your eyes at him. 

“You’re so fucking stupid,” you gibe, but your face cracks into a smile. He pulls you in and kisses you. 

“Love you too.”

You freeze. 

You may have been intimate with him more times than you can count, but your relationship is strictly casual. You only kiss when you're fucking, and the words I love you have never once been uttered by either of you. You know he probably was saying it facetiously, but the way he said it was so nonchalant. So… realistic. You stare at him for a second, not knowing how to respond. His smile slowly drops. 

“Oh, sorry,” he apologizes. His ears immediately turn red with embarrassment. 

“No no it’s fine,” you babble, trying to backtrack. “I just wasn't expecting…”

“I was just kidding,” he responds. Then his eyes widen. “I mean not like that, it's not that-”

“It’s fine!!” you quickly interject before he can say anything else. “I know what you mean.”

“Sorry,” he murmurs again. He suddenly realizes he's still holding onto your hand - he swiftly lets go. 

“Thanks for the coffee,” you tell him politely with a smile, trying to change the subject. 

“Of course,” he replies, trying to smile back at you, but you can tell he's still sulky. He departs from the kitchen without saying another word. He emerges from his room about a minute later in athletic gear, his gym bag slung over his shoulder. 

“Off to workout already? I thought you were going this afternoon” you inquire, but he's already breezing past you. 

“Yeah, Mingyu just texted me and wanted to meet earlier,” he answers as he grabs his keys. 

It’s a bad lie, and you both know it. But you don't press him further. 

“Okay, have fun!” you say cheerfully. But an air of tension remains. 

“Thanks,” he replies, turning back to glance at you for only a brief second. 

“Hey,” you say softly. “Soonyo-”

He's out the door before you have a chance to finish even saying his name. 

You stand there for a few moments, staring at the front door, wondering if you've just fucked everything up. You didn't mean to, of course. You were just so taken aback by the stupid L word. It's not something you ever expected to hear coming from Soonyoung’s lips, not about you anyways. But now it has you thinking. Was he simply joking around? Or does he actually have… feelings for you?

A small blip of a thought enters your mind: and do you have feelings for him?

You push it away before you can think about it any further. 

The next few days are undoubtedly a bit awkward. Soonyoung is clearly avoiding you - not in a malicious way, but he just so happens to have business elsewhere whenever you're at home. 

You're mildly annoyed, but more so you're feeling gloomy about the whole situation. You never meant to do anything to push him away - near-constant fucking aside, Soonyoung truly is a good friend. And now you find yourself missing him. 

After an entire week of this nonsense, you decide to confront him. You pretend to be going to sleep, anticipating that he’ll spend some time alone in the common area. A few minutes later your hunch is confirmed when you hear the tv come on, its volume low. You quietly open your door and sneak into the living room. You approach the couch slowly from behind - when you arrive at it, you jump around and plop down next to Soonyoung. 

“FUCK,” he yelps, nearly jumping out of his seat.  “You scared me!”

“I'm horny,” you tell him bluntly, scooting up next to him. “Let me suck your dick.”

Soonyoung stares at you, looking into your eyes that are now mere inches from his. You can tell he desperately wants to say yes, but he resists. You give him a flirty look, trying to entice him. 

“Pleaseeeee?”

“Well, I was gonna watch a movie…” his sentence trails off, unfinished. He tries to shift his focus away from you, but his eyes keep flickering back to yours. 

“Seriously?” you ask, crossing your arms. “Since when do you turn down head?” 

“Y/n…”

You wait for him to continue, but he doesn't. 

“Yes?”

He looks you in the eyes again, then sighs. 

“I dunno, I’m just not in the mood right now,” he finally answers. He looks away sullenly. 

“Are you okay?”

He looks back at you. He clearly wants to tell you something, but he hesitates. 

“About the other day…” he finally speaks. He pauses, in case you have something to say. You don’t; he continues.

“I didn't mean to make things weird. When I said that I loved you.”

“You didn't,” you assure him. You note that he didn’t say anything about it not being true, but you try to ignore that right now. 

You take his hand in yours, patting it softly. He looks at you, surprised by the gesture. 

“I was being weird, that's on me.”

His mood cautiously lightens. “You sure?” he verifies. 

“100%,” you say with a nod. He smiles at you. 

“Now will you please put your dick in my mouth?” you request again, looking into his eyes seductively.  

A smile creeps onto his face. 

“I mean if you're gonna be this fucking hot…”

You give him a mischievous smirk. You tug at his tshirt; he immediately takes it off. He groans as you grab his dick through his sweatpants, his cock starting to harden instantly in response. One thing about Soonyoung - you can do the bare minimum and he’ll have a boner within five seconds. You lick your lips, stroking him slowly through the soft gray fabric. He lets out a deep exhale, relieved by your touch - it had only been a week, but he missed you badly. He craved your touch, craved how insane you make him feel. He drops his head back, his legs spreading as he settles into the couch, shifting his pelvis up so you have full access to his groin. You rub your hand over the thick bulge, squeezing and pulling lightly, causing him to let out a pathetic-sounding moan. He is putty in your hands. 

About a minute more of your over-the-pants handjob and Soonyoung is rock fucking hard. You slide off the couch, taking to your knees between his spread thighs. You pull at the elastic waistband, tugging it down over the pulsating bulge in his underwear. You place your mouth on him through the fabric, letting him feel your lips, your hot breath on him. 

“Stop teasing me,” he begs after you plant several more kisses on his clothed dick. “Please.”

You gaze up at him, your eyes filled with lust. You reach into his underwear, retrieving his cock, prompting further pathetic moaning. He is leaking with precum - you take him in your fist, stroking up and down at a pace that he finds painfully slow. You place your lips atop the head, lightly sucking up his juices. He cries out as you then swirl your tongue over his tip.

“Aaaah,” he groans, his voice turning gravelly.

You grab his balls and take the rest of the head into your mouth. You hollow your cheeks as you begin sucking on it slowly - each motion of your lips long and drawn out. Saliva accumulates in the back of your mouth - and an overwhelming wetness accumulates in your underwear.

You draw your head back, gazing up at Soonyoung submissively. You collect your saliva, spitting it onto his cock - it trickles downwards. Wrapping your hand around his girth you spread it over his full length, coating his cock with your spit. 

“Oh wow,” he mutters, nearly going cross eyed. You take his cock in your mouth once more, swallowing more and more of him until his entire length is down your throat. 

“Goddamn baby,” he growls as you bottom out. You begin to bob your head, sucking him off. The sounds being made right now are grotesque - slurping and gagging from you, moaning and grunting from him. But it's only turning you on even more. 

“Ohh that's a good girl,” he grumbles as he pets your hair. You increase your pace - saliva coats your lips, dripping down your chin, spreading across your face. The utterly sloppy head has Soonyoung writhing beneath you, babbling unintelligibly as his orgasm draws near. 

“Feels so good baby.” 

“Fuck you’re so hot.”

“Pretty girl sucking my cock so good right now.” 

His other hand ventures to your head, holding you down as his hips jerk and shake. Your throat aches from him fucking it, your eyes well with tears - but your clit throbbing against the stickiness that has flooded your panties proves how much you fucking love this. 

“Ohhhhhmygoddddd,” he groans through gritted teeth. “Fuuuuck, y/n… I’m gonna cum…”

He pushes your head down as he releases, giving you several hard thrusts as his cum spurts down your throat. You let him fill you up, eagerly swallowing each burst of his load. His hips slow as his climax wanes. His arms plop onto the couch cushions, his body sinking into the sofa as his body relaxes. He drags one hand to your face, grasping your jaw gently as he slowly pulls you off of his sensitive throbbing cock. He wants to look at you so bad, see that pretty little face with those pretty swollen lips covered in both your juices - but his energy is too drained to even lift his head. 

“C’mere,” he pleads softly. 

You pull yourself back up onto the couch, pressing your body closely against his. You lay your head on his shoulder as your fingertips delicately trace up and down his cock - it pulsates at your touch. 

He turns his head to face you, his nose brushing up against yours. He lifts one hand, tenderly cradling your cheek. 

“Can I kiss you?” he asks, his voice low and husky. 

You feel a pang deep in your stomach. You've been scared to admit it this whole time, but at this point it's undeniable: you are falling in love with your roommate. And god do you want to kiss him. 

“Yes,” you whisper, the word hot and breathy against his lips lingering before yours. 

Soonyoung grabs your face with both hands, pulling you deep into his kiss. His lips hungrily lock onto yours, his body stilling except for his chest, rising and falling with slow, heaving breaths. He kisses you, and kisses you, and kisses you, holding you tightly, refusing to allow any physical space between you two. You want to stay here for all of eternity.

Slowly, your mouths part - he gives your bottom lip a few more tugs before letting go. His forehead rests against yours, both of you exhaling deeply in tandem. His hands drop to your waist, touching you gently as the warmth of his breath greets your face. He looks into your eyes as he holds you. 

“Can I sleep with you tonight?”

You nod. Quickly tucking his remaining erection back into his sweats, he takes your hands and pulls you up with him, kissing you with each step as you stumble together into your room. You plop onto your bed, pulling Soonyoung on top of you. He rolls over, holding you snugly against him, your legs tangling together as he starts making out with you again. Your aching cunt presses against his thigh as you wrap your legs around him; you begin to grind your hips slowly.

“Wait,” he pauses. He reaches for your shorts, sliding your pajamas and panties off of you. You kick them the rest of the way off, discarding them somewhere on the bed, your shirt quickly joining them. He yanks his own pants off; you straddle his thigh again, your soaked cunt greeting his skin. 

“Oh my god,” he groans. “It’s so fucking wet.”

Your hips begin again, dragging your pussy up and down his thigh, your juices spreading everywhere. You whimper at the stimulation, riding Soonyoung’s thick muscular quads as he wraps his arms around your torso. You cling to him as he draws you in close, his mouth wandering to your neck to plant a string of small kisses on the delicate skin. Ceaseless moans escape you as a fire builds in your gut, the burning pleasure of your climax rapidly approaching. 

“Fuck I’m gonna cum,” you cry out as you frantically get yourself off on Soonyoung’s thigh. You feel his cock growing hard again - it presses into your belly as it strains against the fabric of his underwear. 

“Cum for me babe,” his low voice speaks softly into your ear. 

Desperately grinding your pussy on his thigh, you finally release. You scream his name as you cum, legs trembling as your body shakes with vigor. Soonyoung holds you tight, kissing your cheek lovingly as you orgasm in his arms. 

“That's my girl,” he murmurs as he kisses your lips. You begin to come down, but your head is still spinning from the overwhelming stimulation. You try to catch your breath, slowing your breathing as Soonyoung rubs your back - but his touch and the warmth of his body sends you into a deep state of relaxation. He whispers something else to you, but before you can even process what he's saying, you are fast asleep. 

You’re awoken the next morning by loud, moaning cries.

Still half asleep, you begin to register a familiar bodily sensation. Only when you pry your eyes open and see Soonyoung situated between your legs, do you realize you’re the one moaning. His face is buried in your pussy, licking you slowly, tasting you, savoring every moment of having his tongue in your cunt. 

He lifts his eyes, noticing that you’re now conscious.

“Soonyoung what the fu- ohhh,” you question, but are cut off by his lips attaching themselves to your clit. 

“Good morning beautiful,” he mumbles into your cunt, refusing to take his mouth of you for a second. 

“Oh my god,” you groan. “I forgot I told you you could do this.”

He pauses, looking up at you. 

“Do you want me to stop-”

“NO,” you shout, louder than you meant. You lift your hips, putting your folds back in his mouth. He smiles into your cunt, eagerly resuming eating you out.

“Good,” he replies, barely audible as his tongue begins working into your hole again. 

Your back arches as his nose presses into your clit, making it throb desperately. He flattens his tongue, licking you all the way up, then swirling around the sensitive bud. 

“Ahhh,” you cry out involuntarily. “You’re gonna make me cum already.”

This only eggs him on further. He wraps his arms around your thighs, grasping you tightly as the tip of his tongue quickly flicks over your clit.

“How- fuck, how long have you been down there?”

He glances up at you again, sticking his tongue out exaggeratedly as he continues licking you. 

“I dunno, like five minutes maybe.”

“Five?!” you proclaim as your head falls back onto the pillow. You run your fingers through his hair. “That’s it?”

Soonyoung smirks, planting several kisses on your pussy. 

“You were already soaking wet when I got here,” he informs you. “Must’ve been dreaming about me.”

“Oh shut the fuck up,” you pretend to be annoyed with him, but the moans escaping from your lips undermine your facade. 

“C’mon, you like it,” he teases.

“Yeah,” you admit. “I do.”

He grins widely. “Good girl.”

His praise and the way his tongue is now circling your clit send you over the edge. You whine as your orgasm approaches - loud, pathetic sounds filling the air as he sucks and slurps between your thighs. 

“Don’t stop,” you beg. 

The sensation builds and builds, making you squirm beneath him as every nerve in your body erupts with overwhelming delight.

“Oh fuck- I’m cumming,” you shriek as you reach your high. You cum on his tongue, long and hard - riding out your orgasm on his face accompanied by loud, unabashed cries of pleasure. As your body starts to relax, you release the tight grip you didn’t realize you had on his hair, stroking his head as he softly laps up your release. 

“Come here,” you tell him softly, but he doesn’t move. He seems to be even more relaxed than you are right now.

“Just a second,” he responds through deep breaths, his body sinking into the bed.

“Oh my god, did you…”

“Cum in my pants again?” he finishes your question for you. “Yeah. I did.”

He lifts his head, his eyes glazed over in post-orgasm bliss. 

“You’re so hot, I couldn’t help it,” he says with an amused grin.

Finally able to move, he rises - his underwear visibly filled with cum. He crawls back up to you, plopping onto his back right beside you. He peels the ruined underwear off, tossing them aside, then stares down at his own mess.

“Lemme just, um…” 

He goes to get up, intending to go clean himself off, but you pull him back onto the bed.

“I got it.”

You scoot yourself down, positioning your face near his groin. Slowly you begin to lick his own cum off of him.

“Jesus fuck, y/n,” he groans, his voice deep and low. “You’re filthy.”

“Don’t act like you don’t think this is hot.”

“Oh I do,” he says proudly. “Very fucking hot.”

He strokes your hair as you clean him up. As you finish he pulls you back up, laying you on top of him as he wraps his arms around you once more. Both of you are sweaty, and the embrace is nearly too warm - but neither of you want to move. 

You lay there in silence, your head tucked comfortably into his shoulder, peacefully listening to the songbirds chirping as warm morning sunlight filters into the room through the blinds. Soonyoung is breathing so steadily that you think he's fallen asleep underneath you, but eventually you hear your name softly muttered from his lips. 

“Hey, y/n?”

“Hmm?” you reply sleepily without moving. Soonyoung caresses your back, dragging his fingertips gently up and down over the soft skin. 

“What are we?”

You lift your head, propping yourself up by your elbow. You look down at Soonyoung - he gazes up at you, waiting for your response.

“I don’t know,” you answer after thinking for a moment. “What do you want us to be?”

He reaches for your face, stroking your cheek gently. 

“I wasn’t lying the other day.” He stares into your eyes. Despite the fact that he literally just had his face buried in your pussy, it feels overwhelmingly intimate. Your stomach churns anxiously.

“I really do love you.”

You knew he was going to say it, but your heart skips a beat anyway. Hearing him say it out loud, hearing him confess his love to you - it’s a thought that previously scared you. But you no longer fear confronting this reality. Now that you’re here, it feels comfortable, it feels right. 

“I’m sorry if that makes things weird between us, but it’s the truth,” he says timidly. “I just can’t deny it any longe-”

You cut him off with a kiss. 

You kiss him for far too long - but it’s never long enough. When your lips part at last, you gaze at him lovingly, a big, cheesy grin growing upon your face.

“I love you too, dummy.”

He stares back at you, mouth agape. He finally processes your words, his face lighting up with excitement.

“Really??” he asks you in awe. 

“Really really,” you nod.

He embraces you with explosive enthusiasm, making you yelp as he rolls over on top of you. You giggle as he gives you a series of rapidly-placed kisses all over your face. 

“Stop itttt,” you cry through your laughter. “That tickles!”

“Sorry,” he says with a big goofy smile. “I’m just really excited.”

“Yeah, I can tell,” you say as you grab his boner that has quickly returned.

He beams at you. “What can I say, you make my dick happy.”

“God, you’re such a dork,” you tell him as you roll your eyes. But you guide his tip to your entrance, shifting your hips to take him inside you.

“Ohh fuuuuck,” he mumbles, his eyes rolling back into his head. He starts slowly sliding his overstimulated cock into you, grunting when his whole length is inside. He rests, unmoving.

“You good?” you ask him.

“Yeah, just trying not to cum immediately,” he says, grinning.

“Soonyoung, you are crazy.”

“Crazy for you,” he says with a kiss. 

You spend the rest of the day in bed together, making out, fucking, napping - anything, so long as you don’t have to leave his side. Soonyoung, being Soonyoung, tells you he loves you no fewer than 12 more times.

“So,” he asks as you intertwine your fingers with his, holding hands after he goes down on you for probably the fourth time today. “Does this mean I can call you my girlfriend now?”

You try to answer, but you’re trying to catch your breath after your millionth orgasm. 

“Hmmmm?” he pesters.

“Gimme a… fucking second…” you mumble, pushing him away playfully. He gets right back in your face.

“I’m not hearing no…” he says, kissing your nose.

“Oh my god, yes, Soonyoung. The answer is yes.”

He grins from ear to ear, then wraps his entire body around yours, clinging to you like a koala.

“Yayyyy!" he replies as he nuzzles his face into you. 

“You know,” he says after a few moments of silence. “I’m pretty hungry…”

“You better mean real food this time,” you tell him sternly. “I don’t think I could handle any more orgasms today.”

“Yes, real food,” he chuckles. “Shall I order delivery from that Thai place you like?”

“Yes please, I’m fucking starving.”

“You got it, baby.”

[idkmanwtfishumanityanymore]

No I’m sorry Y’all I’m seriously still so fucking pissed off abt this episode, and I have to scream into the digital void about everything wrong with it and how downright mocking it felt or I’m gonna EXPLODE-

FIRST OFF, MY BIGGEST FUCKING ISSUE. Moon, near the end, says that “Bad people are bad people, no matter what dimension it is” or something similar.

HOW THE FUCK DOES SOLAR EXIST THEN, HM?

BECAUSE IF I REMEMBER CORRECTLY, SOLAR STARTED AS “NICE ECLIPSE”, BUT WAIT.. HOW CAN THAT BE POSSIBLE WHEN “BAD PEOPLE STAY BAD, NO MATTER THE DIMENSION”??? CAUSE I’M PRETTY FUCKING SURE ECLIPSE WAS BAD WHEN THAT HAPPENED, AND SOLAR WAS A GOOD VARIANT OF ECLIPSE.

YOUR LOGIC FALLS COMPLETELY, FUCKING, FLAT.

IF SOLAR, A GOOD ECLIPSE CAN EXIST, WHY IS IT SOOOOOO FUCKING IMPOSSIBLE FOR A GOOD BLOODMOON TO EXIST? HM? ANSWER ME THAT, HYPOCRITE.

THE ONLY FUCKING REASON, THEY WERE EVEN CONSIDERED “GOOD”, WAS BECAUSE THEY DIDN’T KILL. SOMETHING THEY ORIGINALLY, HAD TO FUCKING DO OR ELSE THEIR INSATIABLE BLOODLUST, WHICH WAS HARDWIRED INTO THEM, WOULD FORCE THEM TO GO AND KILL BECAUSE IT WAS PAINFUL TO IGNORE IT.

AND DON’T EVEN FUCKING GET ME STARTED ON HOW DISRESPECTFUL THIS FELT TO ANYONE WHO WAS (REASONABLY) PISSED OFF ABOUT HOW BLOODMOON’S CHARACTER WAS HANDLED, AND THE PEOPLE WHO ACTUALLY HAD AN ATTACHMENT TO HIM???

THIS WAS THE DEFINITION OF “If I give you what you want, will you fuck off?”

THE WRITERS, (probably fucking Davis), JUST TOSSED SOMETHING BLOODMOON RELATED AT THE FANDOM, TO GET US TO STOP CRITICIZING HOW HORRIBLY THEY HANDLED BLOODMOON AS A CHARACTER.

THEY JUST CHUCKED IT AT US, AND BASICALLY SAID; “Fuck off already, look, they can NEVER be actually good, they’ll always be bad, now stop whining”.

WE LITERALLY SAW THAT THEY COULD BE ATLEAST DOCILE-ISH IN A WAY, BACK WHEN THEY VERY BRIEFLY LIVED WITH FOXY AND FC. FOXY THOUGHT OF A WAY TO KEEP THEIR BLOODLUST AT BAY, THEY HAD ENTERTAINMENT IN THE FORM OF THE BOUNCY CHICK, AND THEY ACTUALLY SEEMED KINDA OKAY WITH LIVING THERE.

BUT NOOOOOOOO, THE FUCKING WRITERS GAVE US A GLIMPSE OF WHAT A VAST MAJORITY OF THE FANDOM WANTED, AND IMMEDIATELY RIPPED IT AWAY LIKE 3 OR 2 DAYS LATER BY HAVING THEM BOTH ABRUPTLY GO AFTER FOXY, AND HARVEST GOT FUCKING KILLED.

THEY WERE FUCKING DEPENDENT ON EACHOTHER TO SURVIVE AND FUNCTION, THEY WERE LITERALLY EACHOTHER’S OTHER HALF. WE CAN CLEARLY SEE THIS WHEN BLOODMOON IS STRUGGLING WITH PLANNING AND CALCUTION, BECAUSE THE OTHER TWIN HANDLED IT. THE OTHER TWIN KNEW HOW TO PLAN, AND CALCULATE SHIT FOR THEIR PLANS, THE REMAINING TWIN WAS THE BRAWN, AND THE OTHER WAS THE BRAIN IN SIMPLE TERMS.

AND DOUBLE DON’T GET ME STARTED ON HOW BLOODMOON WAS LITERALLY HARASSED AFTER HIS BROTHER WAS KILLED???

MONTY AND PUPPET, BOTH, FORCED BLOODMOON TO SIT ON THEIR STUPID LITTLE FUCKING PODCAST, AND PROBED HIM WITH ENDLESS QUESTIONS ABOUT HIS BROTHER.

FOR FUCKS SAKE, MONTY’S FIRST WORDS AFTER THE TIMESKIP WERE “How’s it feel bein’ an only sibling?” OR SOMETHING INCREDIBLY SIMILAR, AND YES, I’LL GIVE PUPPET SOME CREDIT, SHE SEEMED A TINY BIT DISAPPOINTED WITH MONTY FOR OPENING WITH THAT, BUT LIKE 5 OR SO MINUTES LATER, SHE WAS PLAYING THE FUCKING DEATH OF BLOODMOON’S BROTHER, ON FUCKING LOOP, AND EXPECTED HIM TO WATCH.

AND THEN THEY HAVE THE GALL TO CALL THEIR COMMUNITY, ONE OF THE MAIN REASONS THEY CAN EVEN HAVE SUCCESS FROM THEIR CHANNELS, CRAZY, FOR THINKING THAT THEY WENT TOO FAR, AND HAVING EVEN THE SLIGHTEST BIT OF SYMPATHY OR EMPATHY FOR BLOODMOON.

THEY CLAIM WE’RE INSANE FOR HAVING BASIC HUMAN REACTIONS TO SEEING SOMEONE LOSE A LOVED ONE.

THEY CLAIM WE’RE MENTALLY UNSTABLE FOR SYMPATHIZING WITH THE TWINS AND THEIR TRAUMA, WHICH MIGHT I ADD IS NEVER FUCKING ACKNOWLEDGED??

IF ECLIPSE IS ABLE TO HAVE A REDEMPTION ARC, BECAUSE HE’S “NOT THE SAME PERSON”, AND “A CLONE”, WHY IS IT SO IMPOSSIBLE THAT THE TWINS, WHO ALSO WEREN’T THE SAME PEOPLE, AND WERE ALSO CLONES, TO BE EVEN SLIGHTLY REDEEMED??

I DON’T FUCKING CARE IF THEY WERE STILL KILLERS, IT WAS STILL HARDWIRED INTO THEM, IN BOTH ITERATIONS.

I’m not going to touch how predatory Ruin was with them back in October right now, or ever, because I’m honestly appalled that the writers WENT THERE with their script.

Every fucking argument made in this stupid fucking mockery of a video falls flat, and directly conflicts with past fully canon information, and I’m fucking pissed.

on a lighter note, more (JUSTIFIED) complaints about the loan-shark!twins;

OKAY WHY THE FUCK DID THEY SEPARATE THEM INTO “BLOOD” AND “MOON”, COULDN’T THEY HAVE ATLEAST TRIED TO CONNECT WITH THEIR COMMUNITY AND USE ONE OF THE MANY RENAMES WE’VE HAD? BLOODY AND HARVEST, SYTHE AND HATCHET, CRIMSON AND MAROON TO NAME A FEW, BUT “BLOOD” AND “MOON”??? GOD HOW FUCKING DISCONNECTED CAN THEY BE?? THERE’S ALSO ALREADY A MOON THAT EXISTS, SO HOW THE FUCK DOES THAT WORK? HOW CONFUSING DOES IT GET WHEN THEY’RE IN THE SAME ROOM AND SOMEONE SAYS “MOON”, BUT ONLY MEANS ONE OF THEM???

And then the sheer fact that they were literally traumatized by the thought of drinking blood- like I’m sorry but that is NOT enough to traumatize anyone, unless they have like, a crippling phobia of blood. Hemophobia or something like that I think. And considering they say they “bleed people dry” (financially), I don’t think they have a fear of blood, or they wouldn’t use the saying-

So there ya have it, me, in the dark, at 10:33PM on a Friday night in July, on the 26th, writing a whole ass essay assignment because of how PISSED OFF one single episode made me.

I’m gonna go die now. (For legal reasons I mean go to bed /Gen)

[amethystfairy1]

Amethyst I love you and I hate you SOOOOOO MUCH RIGHT NOW

because in one hand OMG THEY ACTUALLY DID IT THEY SAID I LOVE YOU AND HAD SEX NO WAY

but on the other hand GOOD LORD THEIR RELATIONSHIP IS GOING IN CONCERNING DIRECTIONS

Because even in this chapter the fact that Tango was already just so upset at the thought of Zed leaving despite the fact they’ve only been together for like a week and I know it’s normal and even healthy in some ways to be possessive (trust me I’m kinda like that with my own friends) but there is just this certain irk I get every time I read some of the lines in this fic

“I don’t ever wanna let you go!” Zed declared with all the oblivious brashness he always managed. Tango felt his cheeks warming even hotter, and while he hadn’t grown anywhere close to hot enough to burn, his flares were crackling even brighter, snapping and sparking from his true feelings on the scenario.

Which were utter contentment, of course.

this was what he’d been burning for all his life

But I couldn’t care less. Because he’s touching me.

Zed was rapidly coming to the conclusion that as long as Tango was looking at him like this, he’d be whatever he liked.

Zed just wanted Tango to be happy. He was already so happy just feeling this sense of fulfillment again after so long shredded apart. So it was fine. He'd be fine.

Tango wasn’t nearly as obsessive with knowledge as his boyfriend, but if that knowledge was about his boyfriend, all of a sudden, he felt insatiable.

It was fine.

Taken.

Tiny little piece. Just a sliver, just a fraction, just something enough for Tango to cling to during his every sleepless night and know that he might finally be getting something right

he mentally beat himself up over that, he let go of Zed’s hand and spun.

How could he possibly be mad?

Some lightly scalded fingertips, after all, had landed him in this situation.

He let Tango do as he pleased.

He’d be happy with anything if Tango just kept touching him.

He chased that contact like he was starving for it because, really?

He was. 

even if that was all just novelty. And if was novelty? Then Zed would take that. He’d take anything so long as he had Tango.

wherever they ended up, heaven or hell, it didn’t matter.

I know like at least half of these weren’t written as foreshadowing and were just supposed to be cute romantic lines but fuck it when you put codependency in the tags I’m gonna overanalyse lines like these. Honestly I had a sneaking suspicion that their relationship might be a bit more obsessive than normal since Sightline Sunrise when we first had Zed describing how Tango was sealing the cracks and I was like “Hey maybe this is a bit much” but I just ignored it because I thought I was just looking too deep into things BUT NOW!!!

I can’t just ignore the constant dread I feel as I reread some of these lines but you do SUCH a good job and sneaking them into the fic that I feel like I’m stretching them most of the time and I just like “I’m reading too into this? Am I? I might be going crazy.” But you added the codependency tag????? But like no-one else is actively questioning it?????? I feel like fucking Iskall screaming into a void of nothingness with an unhinged conspiracy theory that no-one believes? I think I’m going crazy.

Screw you Amethyst and introducing me to my first ever Zedango fic and making do insane over them SCREW YOU!!!!!

Ahhhh…

Only cute lines?

You underestimate me my friend 🙃

I never promised that all these relationships would only be healthy happy fun time, I mean, you’re spot on with all of those lines you pulled. Iskall would be proud! 😆 I don’t wanna say too much and spoil where we’re headed with this, so let me just say that your concerns are…well-placed. But through it all at the heart of their big tangle of issues these two idiots DO love and care about each other first and foremost. They’ve just got…a tiny little extra sprinkle of obsessiveness in there that’s on brand for them, and that toooooooootally won’t come back to bite them in the ass later 😉

I’m so glad you’re insane about my Zedango! Thank you for this lovely ramble I can’t tell you how much I love it when people analyze my stories for stuff like this! 💖💖💖

[phyrestartr]

Baby Crazy | Miguel x F!Reader

Miguel x Symbiote Host!Reader W/C: 1.8k

#SFW, mentions of trauma, mentions of past miscarriage, new beginnings, Miguel has baby fever, established relationship, fluff, comfort

Note: I'm trying to finish up and move on from a bunch of WIPs I have cluttering up my docs, so that's why I'm rapid-fire posting LOL. I have so many that are nearly done bro it's driving me insane!!!

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Something changed.

This hadn't happened before, the way he was acting, the way he was feeling. Everything around him, anything that even slightly hinted at kids, triggered the frenzy in Miguel’s brain; if Peter showed up at HQ with May in his arms, Miguel had a hard time leaving the room and ignoring them because–yes he wanted to hold her, god dammit, hand her over already, Parker.

Then there were the instances with Jess on missions; any time she got whipped around, Miguel flew to her in an instant, asking if the baby was okay before asking if Jess was okay. He knew they were both fine, but–but still.

And, Christ, when you held a baby, and that stoicism lifted from your beautiful face? It killed Miguel, made him fall even more in love with you if that was even possible. 

Fuck. He was so, so doomed. 

He'd never seen you so soft before. Just that little glimpse of your maternal instincts, your quiet gentility, dyed your partner’s blood in bright hues of hope and wonder. Because you were a hardened woman, someone the universe took great pleasure in beating on time after time. It was a wonder love could still find a home inside your bruised heart. Miguel had been there to see you before it all, and held you through most of the downfall, and when he’d missed things, you filled in the gaps for him; you were his greatest confidant, ranking high in Miguel’s mind with Lyla and Gabriel. 

You'd been there since the beginning as a cool, calm, collected reporter that'd do just about anything to get the next story for the papers. Miguel found you incredibly aggravating, and he would have had much less patience for you if he hadn't wanted to get in bed with you so much. And as it turned out, your insatiable curiosities would come to bite you in the ass as much as it would foster your bond to the scientist; you would become host to the symbiote, and he would become spliced with spider genetics. 

Spiderman. Venom. 

Who else could you turn to but each other? Who else would understand what it felt like to change in a split second, to endure what it meant to change? 

You'd both done your damndest to take it in stride, and now here you were, too many years later, stuck to each other like glue and hardened off into something hurt and impenetrable that just now started to ease into something soft and malleable. Miguel found he loved it. He loved you. 

And, shit, he wanted a goddamn baby with you. 

He watched you from the couch while you loitered in the kitchen, hair a mess and oversized sleep shirt hanging lazily off one shoulder as you willed yourself to get a pot of coffee going. Rosy eyes glanced down to your stomach. How tight would that shirt get when you were nine months? And what if you had twins? Miguel had confidence in himself, he figured he had the power to put two babies in you at once. Easy. No problem. Definitely doable and–

"Miguel?" You called from the kitchen with a croaky, groggy voice.

"Baby?" He blurted, the fever in his mind overtaking his mouth and sabotaging what he tried to say. 

You stared at Miguel as heat rose to his face. He didn't call you "baby." You didn't call him "baby." You had a right to be suspicious. And because you were you, you continued to stare, and stare, and stare like it was some kind of punishment done to make Miguel squirm in his seat (which succeeded). 

"I–uh, shit, sorry. You–say again?" 

You stared at him. 

"(Name), for the love of–stop, just stop. Please," he more or less begged as he rubbed his face. Maybe he could rub away the red staining his cheeks if he tried hard enough. 

"Hm." You collected the two mugs of coffee you'd prepared during Miguel's daydream, and brought them to the couch. "You've been thinking about babies a lot." 

Miguel took the mug with a soft thanks. "Well, it's hard not to with Jess and Peter around," Miguel deflected. 

You slipped your legs across his lap and leaned against the arm of the couch. "Mh." You sipped your coffee and held it with both hands to warm your chilled fingers. "Do you want–" 

"I think so." He looked at you, eyes big with a maelstrom of nerves and excitement dancing behind them as sparks fluttered in his chest. "Do you?" 

Your head tilted just slightly as you looked him over. "Mhm. Wanna do it now?" 

Miguel's palm magnetized to your thigh and squeezed. "Well, I think we've got time."

“Okay.” Miguel smirked and started to feel up your leg, his fingers dipping into the sleep shorts you wore. But then, you took out your phone, and paid no mind to his lustful touches. “What do you want?”

Miguel blinked. “What?” 

You stared at him again. “For breakfast.” 

“Oh.” 

“Mh.” You fidgeted with your phone between your fingers for a moment. “Oh. Did you…think I was talking about–?”

“No,” Miguel interjected. “I–I just thought you–maybe just–I, well. Maybe?” He swallowed and drummed his fingers against your leg. “Have you…thought about it?” 

The question held weight; he knew you’d thought about it, knew you lamented over it, even, because you lost a child just as he had. The memories swirling in your mind never rose to the surface, never burned into the history of the outside world, but Miguel knew they were there. He knew a late-term miscarriage could never be forgotten. 

“Mmh…” You slipped your legs off his lap and made slow work of tucking them into your sleepshirt, making yourself a blob. A very cute, sleepy blob. “We’ve thought about it,” you admitted, but didn’t expand. It gave Miguel hope, though. Clearly you’d mulled it over with your other half. 

“Yeah?” He asked.

“Yeah.” You nodded. 

Your partner nodded. His hand found its way onto the bump of your knee, and his thumb rubbed curious circles against you as he exercised patience, like a puppy sitting and waiting for a treat. You watched his hand on you, quietly admiring the veins and tendons proudly pushing against his skin, and the shift of muscle dancing under his movements as he soothed you.

“Are you ready?” You wondered softly. One of your hands slipped from your mug in favour of resting over his. “For a baby.” 

Miguel chewed his cheek for a moment and watched your hand, too, like avoiding each other’s gaze would somehow quash the trepidation, make it easier to admit what you both wanted and what you both feared. But Miguel, the man who didn’t always like what he had to do but knew what he had to do, bit the bullet and found your eyes. Your beautiful, perfect eyes. Maybe your shared joy would have them, too. 

“Yeah.” He scooted into your space and caressed your warm cheek with the backs of his knuckles. “If it’s with you,” he said, and turned his hand to cup your cheek with his palm, “I’m sure.”

The still, placid look of you melted, just the slightest bit, under the incalescence of your lover’s touch. Your lovely lips twitched a fraction, but the true smile, the one Miguel craved to see day after day, glowed in the colour of your eyes. 

“Hm.” You hummed softly as you nodded, thinking and deliberating with your other half. Your gaze wandered away from Miguel and to the side slowly, to the side she whispered in the most. Your eyes fluttered, then, gaze recentering and focusing on Miguel in front of you again. 

“Well?” He tucked some hair behind your ear only for you to un-tuck that same piece. Miguel tucked it back again, and this time, you let him. “What’s the jury say?”

You took a deep breath, and nodded. “We think we’re ready,” you murmured. You caught his hand and pressed a light kiss to his knuckles, treating him like the princess you knew he was. “If it’s with you, we’re sure.” And this time, you gave him a smile. 

Miguel’s heart erupted. His boyish grin hit you with the concentrated power of the sun before he all but dove into you, crushing you with a hug, and spilling coffee everywhere. You made some sort of strange noise, something between laughter and panic, as you fumbled with the mugs and set them down wherever you could while Miguel peppered you with affection. He kissed your de-blobbed body, first your collarbone and then between your breasts. He nuzzled there before taking a deep, deep breath of your scent and sighing, content.

“You’re weird,” you said as you carded your hands through his hair while he basked in the glory of your chest. 

He pulled his face out of heaven and rested his chin between the girls as he gazed up at you, eyes bleeding adoration and excitement. “Oh, what, I’m not allowed to be excited for a baby?” 

You pinched his nose and watched him scrunch up his face and suffer. “You’re just weird.” Your mean fingers found his eyebrows and pulled them. “I’m excited, too. I’ve been thinking about it for a long time.” You let go of the hairs and smoothed them over with your thumbs. “About trying again.” 

That had Miguel’s attention. “You never mentioned it.” He tilted his head, resting his cheek against one plushy mound as he listened. 

“I didn’t know how to bring it up. I didn’t know if I should.” You dragged your nails against Miguel’s scalp, and he closed his eyes with a pleased sigh. “I’m glad you did.”

Miguel hummed warmly. “Guess we were both a little scared, huh? Hah. Venom and Spiderman, afraid to talk about the future. Who woulda thought.” He picked his head up to look you in the eyes. “But at least that’s out of the way now.” 

“Mh. Now you can stop complaining about using condoms,” You said, deadpan. 

“I–you–look, you don’t get it–”

“Hm.”

“It feels different. Better. Like a real connection–”

“Hmm.” 

“And–okay, fine, I’d rather not have a shitty layer of rubber between me and you. What’s so wrong with that?” 

“Hmmm.”

“Vieja,” Miguel pleaded. 

You smiled, soft and quiet like drifting petals. “Like I said, you won’t need to complain about them anymore. Not for a while, anyway.”

Miguel bit your tit lightly, and you flicked his forehead. “Why don’t we not-complain right now?” 

“Hm.” 

“We have time to start round one of baby-making, yeah?” His smile, dangerous and hungry, split across his features again as his hands wandered up and under your shirt teasingly. “If we knock you up now, we’ll have a kid born in…what, February? Good start to a new year.” 

You thought about it more seriously than Miguel thought you would, if the narrowing of your brows and a sudden prolonged silence told him anything. You were probably mulling over the zodiacs for that month, though, deciding if you liked them enough to go for it. Even with your serious take on things, you still loved your astrology. 

“Hm. Okay.” But you plucked your phone off the ground and turned the menu you’d pulled up to Miguel. “Food first. Baby-making after.” 

He nodded. “Deal.”

[xcvrnage]

   𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟⧸𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑒 :   vanessa belacqua   ››   demon / human   ››  jenna ortega  .

❛❛   aesthetic.  ❜❜   ⸻   ◜   ❏  . ⸻ the smell of pomegranates and lemon , a bloody angel blade , an insatiable hunger for more , she is wildfire ; and she is coming to devour you whole . ―   ◜   ❏  . ―  →

𝐈 . . . 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 !

⸻ ◜   ❏  . ⸻ ⚔ ⸻ ( jenna ortega → cis woman → she/her ) / / * seems like vanessa belacqua , crossed the city limits into rome : you know , the twenty-two / twenty-two year old cambion , who is reputed to be observant and clever , but is avoided when they are unpredictable and enigmatic . that  would  explain  why they do not care for  the mortal  instruments .  *  /  / 

𝐈𝐈 . . . 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 !

name . . . . vanessa belacqua

nicknames . . . . n/a

age . . . . 22

sexuality . . . . heterosexual

date of birth . . . . october 31st

place of birth . . . london , UK

gender . . . . cis woman

pronouns . . . . she + her

current location . . . . rome , italy

languages . . . . english , spanish , mandarin , italian , demonic old language .

𝐈𝐈𝐈 . . . 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 !

zodiac . . . . scorpio

bad habits . . . . jokes in horrible situation

hobbies . . . . reading , eating sweets

fears . . . . losing her mother and the last piece of her humanity .

other mentionable details . . . . it's important to note that most think vanessa is human and only her mother has the sight . her mother is known around the city as crazy among the humans as the woman is unstable . everyone knows vanessa always takes care of her and owns a book store.

𝐈𝐕 . . . 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 !

faceclaim . . . . jenna ortega

height . . . . 5'1''

hair color . . . . brown

eye color . . . . brown / turns all black

notable features . . . . piercing green eyes

𝐕 . . . 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 !

parents names . . . . marisa belacqua & demonic father .

siblings . . . . n/a

pets . . . . wolf dog named zuko

income . . . her father's money & whatever she earns at the bookstore

residence . . . . she lives in the apartment above the bookstore

𝐕𝐈 . . . 𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘 !

⸻  Born and raised in rome , vanessa is the daughter of a human mother and a demon whom her mother unknowingly got involved with .

⸻  vanessa showed her powers from a young age , during which their mother tried to prevent her father from taking her , raising her a human as possible .

⸻  but vanessa was always an odd one . known for her bluntness, obsession with all things dark and deadly, and sadistic personality. She has a very grim outlook on life and is quite pessimistic, but to her that isn't a bad thing.

⸻  her father still in the end took her , much to vanessa's protest and not wanting to separate from the woman her raised her . being sent to the book shop he owned to meet her father after school , vanessa learned a lot .

⸻ at some point after her 18th birthday vanessa killed her father and took over the book shop . body never found . she's now takes care of her mother , who had been driven insane because of her fathers influences . their mother is known as the town's crazy old lady .

⸻ vanessa knows what is going on within the shadow world but doesn't care much for it to be involved .

[20-th-centurygirl]

worse ways to wake up

mason mount x fem!reader

warnings: language, smut

summary: accidentally waking Mason up when thinking of the previous night drives you crazy 🤭

a/n: I saw this concept ages ago and I'm absolutely obsessed with it so I had to write it 🤭

part 2

masterlist

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

You had no idea where the wave of you feeling absolutely insatiable this morning had come from, but you were growing increasingly frustrated at the fact Mason looked so adorable sleeping otherwise you would've woke him up and asked him to do something.

But you didn't. He was tired and you were fully aware of that so you left him to sleep peacefully next to you, his chest rising and falling slowly and little snores fell out of his lightly parted lips. You were both lay on your backs, so you placed one of your legs on top of his and you were thankful that you hadn't put any underwhere on after the previous nights activities, instead you threw on only one of Mason's t shirts while he was still stark naked underneath the sheets that were bunched up around his waist. Seeing his naked torso driving you even more insane.

You slid your hand slowly up your shirt, cupping one boob at a time, pinching and twisting your nipple in the way Mason would. You dragged your hand down your stomach agonisingly slowly before moving it up and down your inner thighs, teasing yourself the way Mason would.

You slid one finger down to your slit, surprising yourself at how wet you actually were. You moved your hand up slightly and began to slowly circle your clit with your ring and middle finger, letting out small whimpers as you did so. You tried to be as quiet as possible, but as you gradually picked up the pace that task became harder and harder. Your gaze and left Mason and instead your head was straight, you were faced with the ceiling for a split second before you closed your eyes.

You hadn't noticed Mason had woken up, too lost in chasing your high, until you felt his hand grab at your wrist, gently moving your hand away and replacing it with his. You eyes shot open as you turned too look at him, his eyes were still shut and you were unsure if he was even awake or not. "Mase?" You half asked half moaned and he began to rub circles quicker. He opened one eye, smirking at you before he pushed his middle finger into you. "Fuck Mase." The smirk grew impossibly wider, "so desperate hm? Moment you wake up and the moment you go to sleep you just constantly need me don't you baby?" Both his eyes were open at this point as he turned his head to fully look at you, loving how your eyes were squeezed shut as he inserted a second finger and began to rub your clit with his thumb. "Not my fault I can't get over -m fuck- last night." You panted out, grabbing at his moving wrist as some sort of way of signalling you were close, stringing a coherent sentence together seeming impossible. But Mason knew. His knowledge of your body was impeccable, years together and sex constantly had meant you had both knew eachothers bodies like the back of your hands and you knew exactly how to make the other feel amazing. "You close?" You nodded feverishly, letting out an extremely loud moan as he curled his fingers impossibly deeper. Your orgasm hit you like a truck as you saw starts, gripping onto the sheets so hard your nuckles became significantly paler as you clenched around his hand. Mason carried on his movements until you pulled his wrist away, the overstimulation becoming too much for you.

He pressed a kiss to your cheek before moving to lie on his side, the sheets dipping and revealing his erection. You lay panting with your eyes still closed for at least another 20 seconds, Mason's eyes not wavering once. You eventually turned to face him, a tint decorating your cheeks. "Good morning." He smirked with an incrediblely teasing undertone to his voice. "Shut up." You rolled your eyes as he chuckled. "I'm not complaining, there are worse ways to wake up." "I wasn't even being that loud before you started." "I beg to differ darling. Either way, I think you ought to thank me with that perfect mouth of yours." His cocky grin and tone made you weak in the knees as he pulled down the sheets completely, showing you just how desperate you managed to make him.

Sorry for the cliffhanger 🤭. Do we want a part 2?

[naddiesflower]

Hi ♡ Sorry if it's confusing or oddly specific, but could you please write preferably a scenario for Dabi meeting and falling in love with a person (gn is possible) who uses a scythe and is normally very calm and quiet, barely speaks (looks super bored) until this person gets into a fight and they go CRAZY, insane, almost uncontrolable, laughing, smiling, almost scary when the danger get real? Like being in danger is pure adrenaline and FUN to this person and Dabi finds it... interesting... amusing ;b

sorry this is late, school and genshin have kept me busy lolol but I absolutely loved this idea so I hope you enjoy it <3

When he first saw you he never expected you to be so….

Normal?

No that’s not it, if you were normal you wouldn’t be in the league of villains

More like boring 

Which was a bummer and also highly confusing

Cuz how are you gonna have a kickass scythe and not be some unhinged chaotic person

But this also intrigues him more than it should

Which leads to him trying to rouse any type of reaction out of you in any way possible

You’d just be minding your business like you always would

And Dabi would just take it as an invitation to (try) bother you

Dabi when you literally do nothing: I can bother? 👉👈🥺

He would always try and sneak up behind you and whisper random stuff in your ear

Ranging from stupid things like “Water? Isn't that a little boring?” to downright dirty like “I’ve always heard stuff about the quiet ones, let me find out?”

He would also make sure his lips would brush against your ear every single time

Again it would hardly bring any type of reaction from you

So Dabi would be left annoyed, but still with the insatiable urge to bring out a sort of reaction 

There was that one time when you both had crossed paths in the hallway of one of the Leagues hideouts

And you were expecting him to pull some silly shit to bother you

But you never expected him to pin you against the wall

He slowly inches toward your face

“Move Dabi, I need  to go.”

“Mmmmnah, I think the view is nice”

Dabi only gets closer, your noses almost touching

He notices your eyebrow twitch just the slightest

And just when he thinks he’ll get a reaction from you...

You just end up sneezing in his face

“Sorry.”

And there you go walking away from him

You weren't actually sorry, you did tell him to move out of your way

Now is he not only disappointed but also pissed off

Pissed off that you sprayed his fucking face and that he still wasn’t able to pull a reaction from you

So he kind of stops bothering you 

Just when he’s almost convinced you’re some emotionless puppet

He sees something he never thought he would see in a thousand years

The both of you hardly ever worked together, though that changed on this fateful night

The two of you had been scouting the area when all of a sudden you guys had gotten ambushed by some wannabe villains

Dabi was going to burn them all to a crisp

But you had jumped forward with a speed he’d never seen from you and all he saw was the glint of your scythe as you started swinging

The way you handled the scythe was mesmerizing, the weapon was massive compared to you, but you moved with it just like water flows freely 

But what truly caught his eye was you

You were absolutely beautiful in the moment

Dabi always secretly thought you were beautiful, but this was different

He’d never seen you look so alive

It was almost like you were glowing

He was so caught up in admiring you that he never noticed you were done with the wannabes

His trance is broken when you swing your scythe one last time to whip off some of the blood

Which cause some droplets to scatter across his cheek

He goes to wipe it off

But once again you beat him to the punch

You lick off the blood decorating his cheek

“You had something there.”

And you just walk off with a little pep in your step

Dabi is folding

Man’s is now a simp

He now tries to partner up with you more often as a result

Dabi notices that you absolutely love danger

And it lowkey makes getting rid of people with you fun

You’re much more talkative and expressive in this time so Dabi gets to know more about you

This also means you also open up to him when there’s downtime

He thought you were absolutely boring, but he actually enjoys hanging around you

Everyone else is annoying or loud af

You also start to enjoy Dabi’s presence which totally isn’t a result of the crush you developed on him 

I feel like there would be back and forth flirting between the two of you (yours is very subtle while Dabi’s is disgustingly obvious 🤭)

But it only stays like this, neither of you confess anytime soon

Your reason being: you refuse to be the first one to confess

Dabi’s reason being: he already has so much on his plate 

so there will be endless pinning for each other

But that’s okay because yall lovingly bully each other

[heehoothefool]

As someone particularly invested in the insanity that is @mcytblrsexymen and everything they have going on over there, I could not help myself but to do what I do best and create a DnD related Thing in their honor

And so I present to you, because I am biased towards the Hermits, a new DnD Race

Hermits

In the land of Empires, industry came second. The land was rich with stories to tell through building and each other. The economy came second, unless you were the bard, but he was always a special case. Regardless, bartering was the standard fare...until they came along. Wool, honey, and emeralds suddenly became easily accessible as they industrialized everything they could think of. They would move and make mountains, tear down a structure to rebuild it in a slightly different way, and piece together complex contraptions and call it just another day's work. And when they worked together? They could move the heavens if it fit their cause. One hermit can craft a world. A team of then can move the heavens.

-Pixlriffs, The Archivist (Probably)

It doesn't matter what challenges are posed, a hermit will always find a way. Persistent to a fault, a hermit will not be stopped until they have exhausted every resource, every hair-brained scheme, and every ounce of assistance they can get to accomplish a given task. The sky is the limit, and often not even that can stop a hermit with a task. The only thing greater than their determination is their insatiable penchant for mischief.

Many Trades of Mischief

Every hermit has something they're particularly good at. For some, it's bringing their artistic visions to life through the power of building grand buildings and statues, or manipulating mannequins to bring life to an unpopulated artistic piece. For others, it's breathing mechanical life into their grand builds or maximizing the efficiency of a given task. Some do both, some find skill in even more trades. Regardless, hermits are incredibly talented and incredibly dedicated, and they will use these skills against each other in friendly fights of fun.

Persistent to a Fault

There are plenty of battles between hermits that can be traced back to what began as a simple prank from one hermit to another. There are feats once thought to be impossible that were only proven possible because a hermit will figure our how to make pigs fly. Once a hermit has a goal in mind, there is nothing that will stop them from accomplishing it. Be it proving a point to another hermit that devolves into a turf war or transporting a dragon from another dimension to their native one to keep as a pet, a hermit will not stop reaching for their goal until they themselves have proved it impossible.

Wandering Chaos

No hermit can stay in one place for too long before they've decided they've done all they can do where they are and seek out a new, fresh start. While they often stick together within reachable distances of each other, Hermits are very prone to doing their own things until they get bored with what they have and move on to find what they can get next. Their ambitions drive them and they might go crazy if they find themselves with nothing else to do.

Due to their travelling nature and tendency to keep apart from others, hermits are often hybrids between whatever a true hermit is and some other race.

Hermit Traits

While each hermit is incredibly unique, they often share these traits

Ability Score Increase. Choose two abilities. One score increases by 2. The other increases by 1.

Age. The average hermit is often some kind of cross with another species and adheres to that race's species. On average though, they can be assumed to mature at the same rate as a human.

Alignment. Hermits tend towards chaotic alignments, but often lean away from evil unless some outside force is at play. The typical hermit will be either good or neutral depending on how severe the penchant for mischief.

Size. Hermits vary in build and height, but typically find themselves within the range of four and five feet. Unless your hermit's secondary race (if they have one) says otherwise, your size is Medium.

Speed. Your base walking speed (unless specified otherwise by a secondary race) is 30 feet.

Languages. You can speak, read, and write Common and one extra language of your choice. Due to the wide variation within hermits, it's common for them to learn the language of whatever people they've chosen to associate themselves with most.

Hybrids. Pick another race and take on half (rounded down) of their race specific abilities (e.g. one of the halfling traits of Lucky, Brave, or Halfling Nimbleness).

Persistent. Due to their tendency to care more about their work than themselves, hermits have evolved to be able to function for longer periods of time on less essentials. A hermit only needs to sleep for 4 hours to complete a long rest and can last for 2 days without food or water without facing any adverse effects.

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🅁🄴🅀🅄🄴🅂🅃: (ANON) hi! can you do a bucky x reader where they’re at a gala and the team has a mini after party (like AoU) and they’re playing cards against humanity or something dumb like that and bucky can’t keep his hands off of Y/n? maybe a lil smut if you’re up for it hehe. you’re the best !

🅆🄰🅁🄽🄸🄽🄶🅂: Smut 18+ (duh lol), Bathroom sex, horny Bucky, slight dacryphilia, Cw: light asphyxiation (in case anyone gets triggered here’s a small content warning) 

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“Alright, alright! Settle down, guys,” Nat shouted over the laughter.

“Ok next card. ‘Blank’: kid-tested, mother-approved,” she read off a black card.

“Which one, babe?” You and Bucky were a team; you sat on his lap insisted by the man himself.

“That one,” he pointed to the card you also had your eye on. You placed in the pile face down and waited for the other who snickered and giggled under their breaths believing they had the funniest card.

“Ok ready?”

“Whoo!” everyone cheered.

“Ok, we have Dead parents: kid-tested, mother-approved; oh my god,” Nat laughed, as did others.

“This groovy new thing called LSD: kid-tested, mother-approved,” everyone laughed out loud with that one.

“A snapping turtle biting the tip of your penis: kid-tested, mother-approved!” 

“Water: kid-tested, mother-approved.” 

“That one’s boring!” Sam shouted.

“Hey, be nice; that might be Steve’s. He still doesn’t understand the game,” you joked, making Steve rolling his eyes; it was in fact his card.

“And lastly, My inner demons: kid-tested, mother-approved, I just know this one’s Tony’s,” Nat read off the last card, making Tony get really defensive because it was his. 

“Hmm, this is a good one,” she thought. 

“I think I’m gonna go with the LSD,” Nat said, making you and Bucky cheer.

“Awe man, you guys are good,” Sam threw his cards. 

“Alright! I’m dealing now,” you said grabbing the deck of white cards. While you distributed the white cards again to the rest of the players, Bucky couldn’t keep his hands off you. Having you sit on his lap let him get away with a lot of things you two should be doing in private.

Ever since you two had gotten together, he was absolutely addicted to you. He wasn’t a sex addict, especially before your relationship; he hardly ever gotten intamite before. But with you he needed you in some way almost everyday. he addicted to you.

When you two had sex for the first time, Bucky couldn’t stop cuddling you afterwards. You tried to shower and Bucky followed you in and washed your body for you. You went to put some clothes but he just pulled you in bed, kissing your neck with arms wrapped around you tightly. 

Since then he practically couldn’t keep his hands off you. This had been the most sexually active you’d ever been in a relationship. And you didn’t mind too much if you were being honest. He was insatiable and you were more than willing to feed his desperate appetite; it made you feel desired.

“Get a room you two,” Tony mocked.

“I would if my girl didn’t keep insisting on playing with you buffoons,” Bucky growled.

“Baby, be nice,” you warned. 

You pulled a black card and hesitantly everyone put a white card in a pile for you to read. These particular answers got really dark and really funny to the point where you were squirming in Bucky’s lap but he too was laughing so hard.

“Oh my god! You guys I have pee,” you squealed.

“I’m gonna run to the bathroom,” you jumped from Bucky’s lap.

You made your way to the guest bathroom since it was the closest. When you finished washing your hands but in between that you heard the door open ever so quietly, but your instincts alerted you. 

You turned to the small halfway that led into the stall and waited for what could possibly be Wanda or Nat. You waited longer than you’d accept and ultimately turned back the mirror immediately startled by a large figure standing beside you. 

“Bucky!” you shrieked.

“Sorry, doll,” he gave you a toothy grin. 

“What are you doing in the ladies’ room?” you turned to face him fully.

“Got a couple minutes? They won’t suspect a thing,” bucky leaned down to kiss your neck.

“Are you serious?” you laughed.

“Come on, baby. Please,” BUcky’s hips pressed into yours and you could feel his hard cock poking through his pants. 

“Bucky, you’re addicted.”

“With an ass like that, how can resist. You’re perfect,” Bucky said cheekily.

He held your jaw and kissed you quite messily, urgency not forgotten. Your hands snaked up to curl into his long beautiful locks. He spun you around and your hands hit the mirror in front of you. 

Your hips dug into the marble counter of the bathroom as Bucky’s hands trailed up and under your shirt; rubbing your bare skin. He quickly unzipped his pants pulling and stroking his cock.

“Can’t fucking stay away from you, babygirl,” Bucky moaned in your ear. 

He pulled your pants down along with your panties and used his metal fingers to rub against your pussy, moving around the wetness that is coming out of you quickly. 

“Bucky please,” you whined.

“What baby? What is it?” he cooed.

“Bucky, fuck me,” you whimpered, moving your hips back to grind against his cock.

“You got it, my love,” he whispered.

 Bucky thrusted hard into you making your body repel forward. You were sure there’d be bruises from the hard marble table digging into your hips. You looked in the mirror to see Bucky’s stern expression as he thrusted in and out of you relentlessly.

You tried to moan quietly but the pleasure building up inside was getting overwhelming. Bucky moved his arm to cover your mouth and pulled against his chest.

Your breathing became heavy, going in and out through your nose sharply trying to keep your moans muffled behind Bucky’s hand. Bucky kept his eye trained on you still bucking his hips repeatedly. 

“Fuck, doll. You always feel so warm wrapped around my cock. I can never get enough of this perfect little pussy; squeezing me all tight and shit, god, I’m gonna cum,” Bucky moaned.

With your mouth covered, all you could do was whimper and moan as best as you could. Your eyes filled with tears of pleasure and spilled down your face beautifully. Bucky almost came from the sight of you crying in pleasure alone; but he kept his composure, not for long of course.

“You gonna cum? I can feel you squeezing me,” Bucky slid his hand down your front to rub your clit and your entire body jerked against him, making Bucky chuckled mockingly. 

You orgasmed violently against Bucky and he too reached his climax biting your shoulder to muffle his own loud moans and grunts. You leaned forward to catch yourself after Bucky released his firm hold on you.

“Fuck that was hot. Seeing you cry like that. Did I hurt you?” Bucky asked gently, helping you clean up. 

“No that was awesome!” you giggled. 

“What if someone came in?” you said once you felt decent.

“Just adds to the fun,” Bucky smirked.

“You’re crazy,” you pushed him lightly. 

You two went back to the group hearing laughter from still playing the insanely hilarious card game.

“Finally you two! What’s the point in calling it a quickie if you guys are gonna take twenty minutes,” Nat mocked.

“Was it really that long?” you asked, shocked; no shame in trying to pretend like you both leaving after Bucky’s hands were all over was a ‘coincident’.

“Yeah kinda,” Tony spoke up.

“Damn, we’ll have to practice,” Bucky smacked your ass, making you roll your eyes.

“Damn, Buck you’re addicted to her,” Nat chuckled.

“Of course I am, look at her,” Bucky flaunted you, making you feel slightly shy under the attention. 

“Come on guys let’s keep playing!” Wanda shouted, clearly tipsy.

You sat down next to Nat and Bucky sat at your side still holding your waist lovingly.

“You know,” Nat whispered to you, “As much of a sex addict you turned him into, he’s so in love with you. Head over his fucking heels, babe.”

“I know, and I love him too,” you smiled looking at Bucky.

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Sleeping Beauty

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Robin never wakes up before Nancy, so this is truly a once and a lifetime chance. It’s an opportunity to give Nancy the most wonderful wake up call. 

Pairing: Nancy/Robin

Rating: Explicit 

Robin likes to sleep in. She doesn’t really understand the point of getting up right as the sun rises. 

She usually stumbles into the kitchen, desperate for coffee to caffeinate her while Nancy will jabber on about everything she’s already gotten done. 

Crazy woman, absolutely insane. Because why would anybody feel the need to get up before 6am? 

But today is different. This morning, as sunlight filters in through the curtains, Nancy is still fast asleep beside her, nude body curled up in the bedsheets. Robin rolls over onto her elbow, rubbing her eyes and admiring her lithe figure. 

Last night they had…well Nancy had been rather insatiable. Scratch that, Nancy is always insatiable, but this time she had sat Robin down in her lap, smile so wicked and eyes glinting. 

Robin feels that familiar heat settle between her thighs, mind wandering back to Nancy’s lips over the shell of her ear, voice low as she dragged her hips over her toned thigh. 

“Show me how much you want it, birdie.” Robin shivers, gently peeling back the blanket that covers Nancy, eyes trailing over her lily-white skin. Positively filthy ideas blooming in her little genius brain. 

Robin gets up slowly, carefully, not to wake her sleeping princess. She crawls to the end of the bed, removing the rest of the blanket to reveal Nancy’s pretty pink cunt peeking between her thighs as she lays on her side, face half tucked into her elbow. Ugh, it’s ridiculously unfair how beautiful she is. Robin can hardly get anything done when she’s around, almost impossible to take her eyes off her. 

Robin ghosts her fingers over Nancy’s freckled thigh, fingers trailing down, hesitating for a moment. 

She wouldn’t necessarily call herself bold. No, Nancy usually made the first move and Robin was always happy to oblige, finding relief being held in her steady embrace. But Nancy was always a giver, hesitant when Robin insisted on lowering herself between her thighs. Now was her chance to get Nancy at her most relaxed. 

Her fingers continue trailing over the lips of her cunt, watching Nancy’s face scrunch adorably. Her little feet twist in the sheets, but magically she remains asleep. Excitement twirls in Robin’s stomach as the tips of her fingers caress Nancy’s clit, a little gasp escaping her lips as she twitches. Courage floods through her, kneeling on the mattress until her lips touch the growing slickness pooling at Nancy’s core, tongue swirling in it and licking upwards to her bundle of nerves. 

Nancy moans, trying to move, but Robin gently places her hand on top of her knee, holding her still and she slowly continues to draw her tongue languidly up her cunt. Robin wants to moan, because Nancy's taste is always rich, flooding over her taste buds and seeping into her soul.  

Robin knows she doesn’t have long until Nancy wakes up, but she continues just as gently anyway, hoping to let this moment live for as long as possible. If Nancy truly wanted, Robin would sit on her knees and devour her for hours. 

“Please, Nancy. Please let me taste you, please, that's all I want.” Robin has learned that sometimes Nancy just needs to hear how much she’s wanted. Hands rough in her hair, Nancy guided her to the apex of her thighs and things had never been the same. Robin craves it. 

Her tongue dives deep, slick covering her lips, nose bumping against her clit. Nancy let’s out another moan and Robin looks up, seeing her lashes fluttering, eyes still rolled back, somewhere in between sleep and consciousness. 

Nancy tries to move her legs, but this time to open them, which is in Robin’s favor. So she obliges, gently guiding her onto her back and parting her legs, blue eyes peeking for a moment before fluttering back shut. 

Robin slowly lowers back down, tongue lightly running over her clit, fingers feathering up her abdomen, tracing around her nipple. 

“Robin—“ 

Oh god, Robin looks up, heart soaring to find Nancy’s bright blue eyes glassy and unfocused, lids still drooping with sleep. 

Did Nancy dream about her? Robin’s brain is running about a million miles an hour at this point, because she’s just little old Buckley, forever a clumsy band geek. Nancy is sleek, graceful, elegant, the girl from Hawkins that everyone wanted, and ice queen with an un-meltable resting bitch face. And she’s dreaming about Robin Buckley. Jesus, Robin is going down on her for god’s sake. 

Robin needs Nancy awake, needs to hear her little squeaks and moans, to hear her say her name again. 

She wraps her arms underneath Nancy’s thighs, fingers digging into her hips and tongue circling her clit. 

“Rob?” Hazy, sleepy, Nancy props up on her elbows, looking down. Chestnut brown curls mussed up and wild, face pink, sleep lines curving on her cheek, Robin swears her heart is going to stop. 

“Nance, lay back down princess, let me make you feel good.” With her finally awake, Robin slides in a finger, shocked with how wet she is, practically dripping. 

Nancy, probably for the first time ever, actually listens to her, falling back onto the mattress, walls fluttering around Robin’s finger as she searches for that special spot. 

Tongue lapping at her clit and finger crooking inside her, Nancy whines, thighs clamping around Robin’s ears.

“Oh fuck—“ Robin doesn’t think she’s ever heard Nancy sound quite like this, so needy and wrecked, “Oh birdie, please.” 

Robin is losing herself, drowning in her taste, the sound of her voice, the feel of her thighs against her cheeks. She adds a second finger and Nancy lets out a sob. 

“Oh—so, so close birdie, please—“ 

Robin could die, like die right now, and be perfectly fine. Because clearly this is heaven, as good as it gets. Her eyes flicker up, drinking in the sight of Nancy with her eyes blown wide, lips parted so prettily, perky breasts heaving with each breath. 

Robin sucks on her clit, fingers finding that special spot and Nancy is a goner. 

“Robin—“ Her voice breaks, head dropping back, cunt clenching and pulsing around her fingers and slick spilling into her mouth. Robin can’t help but moan, her own cunt aching from the excitement. 

Seeing Nancy falling apart is something that will never get old, something that will always bring Robin back to peak arousal no matter the situation. 

Robin slows her pace, but darts her tongue down to lap up all of Nancy’s orgasm, making her squeal and twitch. When she fully pulls back, Nancy seems to be wide awake, eyes sharp and primal, eyeing her in a way that tells Robin last night is going to be an appetizer compared to what she’s about to do to her. 

“Get up here.” Perfectly manicured nails wrap around Robin’s chin, pulling her up from the end of the bed and she shudders. “What a sweet girl you are, Birdie, waking me up like that. What did I do to deserve you?” 

Mouth hot and teeth sharp, Nancy descends on her, tongue licking the taste of her own cunt out of Robin’s mouth. She can’t help but moan, Nancy’s nails scraping down her neck to pluck at a nipple. 

“Something as wonderful as that deserves a reward, don’t you think Rob?” Nancy’s fingers continue to trail down, ghosting over her abdomen, stopping at her thigh to trace small circles. “How many times was that last night? Four? How about we beat that.” 

Robin’s eyes widen, whimper escaping her as Nancy bites at her neck, fingers trailing to her inner thigh. 

“O-only if you get the same.” Robin’s voice comes out weaker than she would like, Nancy’s needy pleas still bouncing around in her brain. 

“Hmm?” Nancy hums, lowering down to bite at her nipple, tongue flattening over it after to soothe it. Robin’s ability to think straight is quickly dwindling, however she will not be stopped by her wicked temptress. 

“I think it’s only fair if I do the same to you.” Her voice is firmer this time, making Nancy quirk an eyebrow, mouth continuing to lavish one breast while her hand wanders dangerously close to Robin’s center. 

“I’m serious Nancy–” she tries to sound serious anyway, bossing Nancy around has never been her strong suit, it’s so easy to comply with whatever she says. 

Nancy does stop, laying her head in Robin’s lap, looking up at her with those clear blue eyes. 

“I’m listening.” 

“I want to make you come.” Nancy laughs, a smile gracing across her lovely face. 

“You just did.” Her hand is soft against Robin’s face, finger tracing over her lips , over her cheekbone, along her jawline. “And that is definitely the happiest I’ve ever woken up.” 

“Maybe I want to do it again, maybe I want to set a new record.” 

Nancy stills, thoughts obvious behind her eyes, hands continuing up into Robin’s hair. Everything is always obvious behind Nancy’s eyes, her face may stay firm and icy, but her eyes are always fire. 

“I–” Nancy hesitates, hand dropping from Robin’s hair, “Being vulnerable isn’t my strong suit.” 

Robin dips down, capturing Nancy’s lips with her own, cradling her face in her hands. 

“I know, but think of it as a favor.” Nancy laughs again. 

“How is it a favor?” 

“Because, I’m obsessed with you. I thought that was obvious?” And there it is, that familiar wicked smirk that flits across Nancy’s face. Heat licks up Robin’s spine, pooling in her belly, wetness pooling in her sex. 

Nancy pulls herself up, only to crash into Robin, pinning her down against the bed. 

“Let’s make a deal.” She offers, hands quick to find Robin’s wetness, making her gasp. “I’m going to make you come first, then I’ll let you show me just how obsessed you are.” 

Fingers swirl around her clit, Nancy’s teeth on her jaw. 

“Deal?” Tongue licking down Robin’s throat, fingers moving faster, pressure increasing, her vision begins to blur and she knows she’s not going to last long, far too turned on from going down on her sleeping beauty earlier. 

“Deal.” 

[its-me-im-coraline]

NSFW Alphabet // Victoria De Angelis

words // around 1k

warnings // obviously this is nsfw, very badly written really but ooops

pairing // Victoria De Angelis x reader

author's note // this was so hot to write but i also felt so intrusive writing this omg 😳😂

request // yes, can't find it right now

summary // NSFW guide to miss Victoria de Angelis

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

I feel like Vic is even more like a puppy after sex (i swear this woman will be the death of me). She seems really caring so I feel like she would try to take care of you, and you would have to force her to let you care for her. Cuddles are an absolute must!

like “here, drink this love, you need some water.” “oh, come on, you need to get up a go to the bathroom, love, just go” and then you sit down again and she just sits there waiting for cuddles “victoria, did you drink any water after we got done?” “no, ill drink later, its fine” “no its not fine, im getting you some water” and she would just argue with that until you threaten with no cuddles

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On her self Victoria really likes her lips and fingers (i mean she would loooove devouring you.... stop me)

now, on you, for some reason feel she would either have a chest or arm thing hmmm. i can imagine her just practically drooling any time you wear something low cut

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

i feel like cumming tends to make her hornier sometimes. would def like to cum on your face no hesitation, but other than that nothing crazy

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

hmm can't think of something really crazy here but she could possibly like teasing you in public.

or there is something she hasn’t told you… wears your shirt to masturbate when you cant be with each other, but again nothing crazy

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

i wouldn’t say she is insanely experienced but she knows what she's doing. if there’s something you like and she doesn’t know how to please you she is glad to learn from you. there are surely things that you both explore together

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

i don’t much about sex position names and shit but i see Victoria as being decently dominant so I’d say anything that gives her the leverage of being in control. maybe riding you…..

G = Goofy (are they more serious at the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

considering her personality, she is quite goofy but can be really serious if she is really concentrating (no but like her eating you out and just being so focused her eyes never get away from your heat ooooooof)

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

she is really loving, really. whether she is dominant or not does not matter. she will always just hold your face tenderly every once in a while, lots of sweet kisses afterwards

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

just from the whole image the band puts out, i think, victoria is pretty comfortable with masturbation. she looks like she would be into mutual masturbation a little bit..hmmmm

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

she’s into hair pulling (her doing the pulling omg), i’d say she is dominating but not really into the whole “mummy” thing. would maybe prefer mistress.she’s into leather accessories if that could be considered a kink. maybe a bit of voyeurism, she would be into you seeing her masturbating

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

prefers the more comfortable places, that way you can both have the ultimate fun

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

lingerie is a big turn on for her. for some reason i get that she would get turned on by photos of you all blushy and stuff, like after the gym.

“what are you doing, babe?” “oh nothing, I was just working out a bit” *sends pic* “how are you?” “oh...uhm, you know… busy… gtg”

also finds extremely hot when your face is a bit red during the summer from the sun…. I don’t know why i get that vibe i just do ok? sue me lol

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

she's pretty open to most things, hasn't exactly encountered something she would say no to. exept feet fetishes! i might be projecting cause i hate that but she finds it kind of... well, to put it nicely, uncomfortable

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

she loooves giving you oral. I mean, I get the vibe that she specifically likes eating pussy so maybe this isn't the same if you have a dick. like I see her as a service top 😶

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

she is quite sensual and goes at a middle pace; not too fast or too slow, simply quickly enough to make you both enjoy it but also tease a little

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

doesn't love them, but if she is very insatiable due to how horny she's gotten she will be open to the idea. otherwise she believes quickies don't give her the opportunity to love you as you deserve

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

as i said before, she's willing to try most things, except fucking feet

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

def a few rounds, but gets really tired after maybe 5 ?

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

she loves using toys when teasing you. vibrating panties, cock rings, even vibrators that connect to an app so she can control it from afar, anything and everything shes got it!

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

she is in general a loud person so def moans a lot. she speaks all the time, especially when teasing you, mostly throwing encouraging and taunting phrases like "come on, baby, is that all you can do? be louder". she gets really hot and bothered by your sounds

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

i mentioned it before but I trully can not get the idea of victoria eating pussy out of my head. like I can imagine her being so concentrated on the task at hand, unless she is teasing you she is very quiet and just ooooof drowsy eyes and all... s t o p m e from thinking

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

id say on a balanced medium (lol sounds like a steak). like on a week scale, 4/7 days a week

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

depends on her day. usually she tries to wait till you fall asleep as you are cuddling but especially if you are the big spoon she's asleep in seconds i swear

[jaeminvore]

oh to makeout with my insatiable hot demon bf with silver hair and possible tentacles after almost losing our lives to my crazy demon ex gf with him holding my jaw like that 😞😞 I'VE RUN OUT OF STRAWS IM AT THE END OF MY LINE

also hoon ghost yn like that 😹😹 aurkayy men aint shit fr ‼😹

nics youre insane why was this chapter so good and why am i suffering from whiplash bc of that makeout scene and then ghosting scene

Nah fr Y/N living her best life rn 🤣🤣🤣💔💔💔 ignoring the end cos Sunghoon was WACK for that MF BETTER HAVE A REASON WHEN HE COMES BACK COS U CANT JUST LEAVE MY GIRL HIGH AND DRY LIKE THAT??? INSANITY!

I've planned this scene from the very beginning saur ☝🏼🤣 and ngl i too am suffering from that makeout scene like when WHEN will i get to experience that 💔💔

[cheekysos]

Between Hate and Lust Part Four

Ashton Irwin x Plus Size Reader

Author’s Note: I wasn’t planning on writing part four but there’s a handful of people interested so thank you to them. Definitely think this is the dirtiest thing I’ve written to date so I hope you guys like it.  I’m not writing this series to exclude any body type, shape, or size because everyone’s bodies should be accepted and celebrated. So I am very sorry if this in any way excludes anyone, that is not my intention. If there’s anything you’d like to read please leave a request in my asks and I will try my best to do it justice. If you have any feedback please let me know.

Summary: Ashton and Y/N go back to her place to finish what they started in the parking lot

Warnings: LOTS of smut, masturbation, oral sex, protected sex, dirty talk, swearing, very light bondage, and choking.

Y/N’s POV

Your legs were practically jelly walking to Ashton’s car. You still kind of hated him but you were desperate for more of him, to taste him and to feel him. It definitely wasn’t your proudest moment leaving your best friends wedding without telling anyone just so you could indulge in crazy hate sex but you were way beyond the point of caring, you’d do damage control once you came down from this high. You have never experienced an orgasm like that before. It’s possible it was because of the risk of it, the idea you two could get caught at any second or maybe it was because you had such a strong hatred for Ashton and there really is a fine line between hate and lust. Most likely it was simply just because of Ashton, how skilled and tentative he was with your body and how you reacted. 

Driving back to your place was torturous, you were conflicted with rethinking your decision and just reaching over and taking care of him right then and there but big girls and car sex is not always great, especially with a smaller car like Ashton’s. 

“Can see those wheels turning in that pretty little head of yours.” Ashton interrupted. “You thinking about how many times I’m gonna make you cum?” His massive hand started to knead at the meat of your inner thigh. He was so cocky and clearly still playing games. You reached for his hand and removed it from your thigh. He shot you a quick confused look as you brought his hand to your lips. You guided his two fingers past your lips and into your mouth, swirling your tongue around them and sucking. He shifted in the drivers seat when you removed them from your warm mouth. You spread your legs and pull aside your panties for him with your free hand while your other guides his coated fingers into you.

“Fuck,” he exhaled, “such a needy little thing. Can’t even wait ten minutes to cum again.” 

“Just shut up, before I do it myself.” You moaned. Shit ,you hated how sexy he was. 

“Then do it. Fuck yourself with my fingers, show me how to do it.” Ashton’s knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel harder. He was driving you insane and he wasn’t even doing anything, but you did as you were told and slid down the seat making yourself comfortable. You lifted your leg slightly up onto the compartment of the door, gripping his hand tighter and began to fuck yourself with his perfect fingers. They were long and thick and filled you to the brim. You could feel Ashton stealing glances from the road probably too often to watch you. 

"Look at you, you’re insatiable. Think you can cum before we get there?” he questioned.

“Maybe if you shut the fuck up I could.” That was a lie, you hated how much Ashton’s dirty talk turned you on. 

“I know you’re lying,” he scoffed. “I can tell you like to praised, told how you’re such a good girl, how you take cock so well.” His voice was rugged and scratchy,  it sent a shiver down your spine. 

The knot in your stomach was ready to burst for the second time that night. You pushed Ashton’s hand firm against your pubic bone, desperate for some sort of friction on your throbbing clit. He could clearly tell you were close because he took over, allowing you to focus only on your orgasm which is exactly what you did. Before you knew it you were coming undone around him.

“Look at how wrecked you are with just my fingers can’t imagine what you’ll be like wrapped around my cock.”  

Ashton’s POV

The car ride back to Y/N’s felt like the longest car ride ever. She was driving you mad and your cock has never been harder, watching her in the passenger seat of your car, getting off using your hand. It took everything you had to not crash the car or pull over on the side of the road, but you meant it when you said you wanted to take your time and treat her right like she deserved. 

When she finally came you were just pulling up to her apartment. Your hands were all over her and she fumbled with her keys, cock pressed firmly against her voluptuous ass, lips latching onto her earlobe. 

“Open the goddamn door before I break it down.” you growled. 

She chuckled while she turned the key and opened the door. She spun around and attacked your lips. You kissed her back as you both stumbled around in the dark towards her bedroom. You pulled away from her and took in the sight. Her cheeks were rosy, her lips were pink and swollen, and her hair was disheveled but she looked as gorgeous as ever. 

“Turn around.” you whisper. She stepped out of her heels and turned away from you. You brushed her hair to the side and kissed down the back of her neck and slowly unzipped her dress. You peppered kisses across her exposed shoulders as you pushed her dress down her body. 

“Gimme your hands doll.” Again she complied without an backtalk. You removed your tie from around your neck and gently tied it around her wrists. 

“This okay?” You waited for her approval. 

“Yes,” she panted. “More than okay.” 

When she turned around she instantly dropped to her knees. You undid your belt and trousers more desperate than you would have liked. Within seconds your pants were around your ankles finally exposing you to Y/N for the first time and you’re almost positive you heard her whimper.  She looked up at you through heavy lustful eyes and licked her lips before she leaned towards you. She licked up the length of your cock all the way up to the tip, lapping up the precum pooling at your slit. Her lips surrounded the head as she slowly slid down your shaft and buried her nose against you. She felt absolutely incredible, so warm and wet, you actively had to focus on not cumming then. You gathered her hair as you slowly guided her. 

“I knew it, knew you’d take my cock so well. Such a good girl for me.” The moans she was eliciting from you were almost embarrassing but you couldn’t help it, she felt amazing. She steadied her pace, bobbing up and down on you and looking up at the entire time. You knew you wouldn’t last much longer if she kept this up.

You stepped back slightly so she could release your cock with pop, “up.” you panted. 

 She looked almost disappointed to not have you in her mouth anymore. As she got to her feet you quickly discarded the rest of your clothing and removed a foil packet from your pocket. You admired her as she stood in front of you in a matching black lace bra and panties. The shape and curve of her body was mouth watering, you wanted to touch and kiss every inch of her skin. 

“You’re so fucking gorgeous you know that.” She looked down at your words.

You lifted her face and wiped the saliva collecting in the dip of her chin. “On the bed. On your knees and face the wall. ‘m gonna fuck you now Y/N.” 

Those pretty pink lips of hers parted, probably to voice a snotty remark but you shot her a domineering look and she instantly reconsidered. She climbed on the bed and faced the wall while you removed the condom from the foil  and hastily slid it onto your throbbing cock. You sauntered towards her and ran your hand down the length of her spin, her skin instinctively producing goosebumps from your touch. Slowly you looped your fingers in the waistband of her lace panties and pulled them down.  You couldn’t resist the urge to cover her ass in raised bright red hand prints. Her yelps were accomplished by soft little moans that made your cock twitch.

“Please. Just fuck me already.” Her tied hands reached for you behind her back. 

Your pushed her forward, her face pressed into the mattress and your hands splayed across her ass checks exposing her dripping core. Fuck your mouth watered at the sight. “Be patient or you won’t cum again.” You spoke against her center, inhaling her arousal before lapping it up, tasting her excitement.

“Oh fuck Ash.” she whimpered. 

You lined yourself with her entrance and teased her slit with the tip of your cock. “Tell me you want me.” you grunt. 

“I want you, I need you!” she begged.

 You slowly slid into her tight cunt and stayed there, giving her time to adjust to the feeling of her inside her. You hadn’t even  properly moved inside her yet and you could already tell you’ll be addicted to this feeling, addicted to her. When she started to push back against you you knew she was ready for you. Your hands latched onto the curve of her hips as you started to thrust in and out of her. 

Both of your moans and grunts filled the air while you fucked her. She looked ravenous like this, her face in the mattress, hands tied, ass in the air, and pussy lips gripping onto your cock like they were holding on for life. You grabbed onto her restricted hands and pulled her off the mattress, deepening and quickening your thrusts into her. Her back was almost flush against your chest as you took her from behind. 

“I...’m close,” she heaved. “Choke me.” 

Fuck, she’s definitely going to be the death of you. You wrapped a hand firmly around her throat and applied pressure. A few thrusts later she was crying out, her climax finally taking over. Her walls clenched around your cock, squeezing you so tightly she milked every drop of cum you had into the condom. The two of you stayed pressed against each other with your cock buried inside her for a bit while you both came down from your highs. You kissed her shoulder up the length of her neck until you caught your breath. 

Y/N’s POV

Ashton slid out of you after your third orgasm of the night. You mewled at the absence of him and fell onto the mattress. Ashton untied your wrists and you turned over on your back. He pulled off the used condom and tossed it into the bin. He crawled over to you and hovered over your body and kissed you softly. You were starting to like him and you hated it. 

“That was...incredible.” that stupid beautiful smile was plastered across his sweaty face. 

“It was alright.” you teased. “Like I said still hate you though.” 

He snickered. “How will I ever change your mind?” 

You ran your fingers through his chest hair, “A couple more orgasms would be a good start.”

[hcs-on-the-loose]

Pillars and upper moons swap roles au?? I wonder what will they be like >:D

Pillar / Upper Moon Roleswap AU??? I GOTCHU DUDE

I only have a 5 character limit though so I picked out 2 Pillars and 2 Upper Moons! ENJOY THE FEAST

Yeet im dumb i forgot to put down uh possible spoilers aye

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The Pillars

Shinobu Kocho - Upper Moon 4

Known as the Lady Butterfly, mistress of poison, she who had slaughtered Slayer after Slayer in single strokes. Some say the last thing you hear is a woman’s soft laugh and the flutter of butterfly wings.

Possesses a body that looks like an amalgamation of a human and a variety of deadly insects, particularly butterflies.

Her skin is deathly pale, transparent to the point where you could see her organs. Her limbs and back billow with purple monarch wings, though the rest of her is scattered with toxic spines. And hen she opens her mouth centipede’s mandibles scuttle from it, and her eyes are the compound eyes of a butterfly, bright violet and all-seeing with the number 4 carved into every facet. When she speaks, there is a chorus of wasps in every breath.

Instead of poison, the demon Shinobu being organically an insect as well now uses natural venoms.

Her Blood Demon Art is based on Shinobu manipulating her blood and turning it into various types of venom, each mix deadlier than the last. Unlike her Pillar self, who was limited to whatever poison she had in her sword sheath, her demonic self has virtually no limit on what she can create.

Her most powerful blood technique is known as the Hundred-Thousand Sting; she deploys her worst venoms with her own unaltered blood in the form of an extremely corrosive mist that once you breathe in, you’re a goner. If it touches you, it will seep in, and you’re a goner. If you’re so much in the range of the fog, you’re still a goner.

While outstripped in strength by Gyomei, Sanemi, and Muichiro– Shinobu still proves herself an exceedingly deadly opponent through speed and intellect.

Her personality as a demon is a mangled representation of her traits as a human; while seemingly calm and sweet, Shinobu holds the exact same demeanor while brutally killing others. But she is also notoriously quick to anger, sending her into furious fits as she attempts to reign it in. Make no mistake though, she is still wickedly clever.

As a human, she’d been cared for by her demonic older sister Kanae after their parents were killed and her sister forcefully transformed into a demon by Upper Moon 1 Gyomei Himejima.

Kanae had managed to resist the hunger for human flesh to be able to care for her sister– mercifully spared by Gyomei as she reminded him of a child from his human past.

Shinobu had desperately wanted to become a demon just like Kanae so that they could truly live together, though Kanae always rebuffed her– until the arrival of the Pillar.

The Snow Pillar, Doma. He had battled Kanae under the accusation that she had killed their family and paid no heed as he beheaded her in front of her terrified human sister. Maddened with grief, Shinobu drank her sister’s blood, vowing vengeance on the Snow Pillar.

It was Upper Moon 1 who found her, having been originally sent to recruit Kanae into the Moons. Seeing that Shinobu was far more bloodthirsty and willing to kill, he took her in instead.

Up until now, Shinobu hunts for Doma, and takes special care to kill any Slayer with ice or snow-related techniques slowly. A refinement of her most agonizing of venoms just for him.

Mitsuri Kanroji - Upper Moon 6

This one is insane.

She is Love, she is made of Love, and she will Love and Love and Love and she will take their Love as well until there is nothing left to Love.

It is said that Mitsuri is the kindest Demon Moon, taking her prey with the greatest expressions of Love that they could ever receive. But do they, really? When Mitsuri loves them with everything she has– from her horrific strength to her blood to her insatiable appetite?

Mitsuri is fond of shapeshifting, though her true form is… that of a normal human girl, albeit with pink skin, white eyes and a fanged mouth. She even keeps the unusual hair she had detested her whole human life. Did you think this embodiment of unquenchable desire would be a little racier?

When Mitsuri kills and devours, she does so in every way of loving that she can. She will embrace you until your spine gives way, she will kiss you until your lungs collapse and your lips are torn to shreds, she will lie with you until all is spent and blood seeps from every part of you.

It upsets Mitsuri so that her Love isn’t returned adequately. But she is a forgiving demon– so she will continue to express this devotion to every being until it is returned in full. Not even other demons are exempt.

The number 6 is written in careful script over the pale surface of her eyes. It is watermelon green and pretty and the last thing most of her prey see.

Her Pillar self believes in love, sweet and gentle and ultimately ephemeral. Demonic Mitsuri believes in giving and taking until there is desire to love anymore.

It was what was promised to her, when Muzan fed her his blood from the palm of his hand. She had been rejected for her hair, her strength, her need to love and be loved.

He had found her, cast out and alone, just one cruel husband after another. Muzan promised her that demonhood would let her love for all eternity, that in his world she would never be rejected. Mitsuri agreed. Can you blame her?

As an Upper Moon, her already prodigious strength has made her nigh on par with Sanemi and even Gyomei. Her flexible body surpasses superhuman limitations and weapons simply sink harmlessly as she softens her body to the blows.

Her Blood Demon Art, however, is not focused on her physical ability. If it were, she would have been placed lower on the rungs of the 9 Upper Moons. No; her blood is one that makes the mind bend and dance to her will. Love and aphrodisiacs. One whiff, one taste, and it’s all over. There is only love.

The pinnacle of this technique is her Eternal Ecstasy, where wounding her is suicide in itself if she does not cut her own flesh open first. Her blood becomes incredibly potent and drives men and women alike to madness in their desire to be loved by her– they will kill each other and let themselves be killed by Mitsuri if the initial violence doesn’t get rid of them initially. Her blood is the Marechi equivalent for humanity but is surprisingly more dulled towards other demons.

Await her battle with Hantengu. He thinks himself incapable of love, his Pillar’s skill and impeccable focus. He believes nothing will sway him, not even the rumored supernatural charm of Upper Moon 6. He secretly prays that it is enough when he draws his blade against her in the Swordsmiths’ Village.

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The Upper Moons

Akaza (Hakuji) - The Destruction Pillar

For a Pillar, Akaza– Hakuji is a name he leaves at home for his wife– is unusual even for them.

While the Pillars carry weapons made of nichirin, ranging from blades to blunt force to guns, Akaza fights with his bare fists. It is the only sort of fighting that Akaza has known his whole life and he won’t stop now– not even as his fellow Pillars look to him in concern.

It doesn’t matter. Akaza’s happiest when he’s beheading demons with his own hands. He has gloves especially made for this, made from flexible nichirin, knuckles topped with the sun steel. Even his knees are capped in nichirin.

His breathing style? Some call Akaza a genius, some call him crazy. Either way, he had merged his adoptive father’s Soryu Style martial arts with breathing, creating the Destructive Kill Style. Before he had begun training in breathing, he had depended solely on his own natural strength, and this discovery of the Slayers’ method of combating the demons had raised Akaza’s power to almost how he had been as his demon self.

Hence, he is called the Destruction Pillar. It is an ominous title that, coupled with his roughened features and muscled frame, has even hardened Slayers steering clear of his path. His wife Koyuki knows better though, knowing him as grumpy Hakuji who had a soft heart under all the grit.

In the heat of battle Akaza is an unforgiving beast, relentless in his pursuit and merciless in his killing. At home, he is Hakuji; gruff and quiet but gentle in his selflessness, especially towards his dear Koyuki. Often you can find the Destruction Pillar walking beside his wife in the gardens, feeding ducks and sitting amongst the flowers.

While not tattooed with the criminals’ marks, shortly after becoming a Slayer Akaza had himself inked with a single bar for every ten demons slain. So far he has almost reached the amount of tattoos he has on his demon self.

His story remains nearly the same– but when Keizo told him that he was to inherit the dojo and marry Koyuki, it was not poison that came for them. When Akaza ran to his father’s grave, the two assassins by the well were beset upon by another; a particularly strong demon, a real one, killing then devouring the two before setting its sights on the father and daughter inside.

Keizo could fight, and he fought better than Akaza did when he first met him. He held off the demon just long enough for Akaza to rush to their rescue– only for fate to recall that Keizo had grown old, and he was never as blessed with endurance and strength as Akaza had been. The demon dealt a fatal injury, and Keizo fell.

In another world, Akaza’s hands were bloody with the scum of humanity. In this one, enraged he lunged at the demon and shoved both his hands into its chest. He obliterated its organs and yet… it was Akaza’s first demon, and this demon merely regenerated and laughed into Akaza’s face. In another world the blood had come from sixty-seven men. This time it was blood from the demon that he had killed sixty-seven times through the night. A demon could only be killed through nichirin or the sun itself; when Akaza tore its head off at his final attempt, the demon’s body simply gave.

Akaza collapsed out of exhaustion, and slept for three days. With Keizo dead and her fiance unconscious, Koyuki was in shock and was immediately wracked by a fit of weakness. It was only through the sudden intervention of the Moon Pillar that the couple were tended to; it had originally been Kokushibo who was supposed to slay the demon in their town and upon hearing that Akaza was fighting some unkillable enemy, sought a meeting with him.

It was Kokushibo and a worried Koyuki Akaza awakened to. After confirming that Koyuki was unharmed, Kokushibo then expressed admiration for Akaza’s fighting skill and offered him membership into the Demon Slaying Corps. Initially both Akaza and Koyuki refused. Why would they endanger themselves further with this talk of demon-slaying? But as Akaza thought of Keizo, who had died protecting Koyuki and with faith that his adoptive son would save her, he eventually agreed.

When Akaza rejected having a blade or weapon of any kind forged, Slayers shook their heads and muttered that Akaza would die. There was no Slayer in existence who had gone against Muzan’s spawn with their bare hands. But as they witnessed Akaza wrench off the head of a Lower Moon demon without the use of any weapon aside from his gloved hands, the whispers ceased altogether.

This time it is Akaza who is assigned to investigate the Infinity Train. Before every mission, he prays at the graves of Keizo and his father, kisses his wife goodbye. For some reason he prays a little harder, holds Koyuki a little longer– lately his dreams have been plagued with fire…

Doma - The Snow Pillar

This’ll be one of the only times I’ll not clown on Doma. Treasure it lmao.

Emotionless, capricious, and a known glutton for pretty women, Doma is an excellent Pillar and is frighteningly effective at killing demons. His being a moral citizen though is… highly contested.

As a Pillar, Doma lacks the cult he had as an Upper Moon, but he does have a loyal following of admirers from his pre-Slayer who believe him a sort of demigod for his pale hair and lovely rainbow-hued eyes. His charming personality and pretty face only serve to buoy his reputation amongst the populace as well– much to the chagrin of some of his Pillar colleagues.

Instead of a sword, Doma makes use of his fans; both are made of nichirin steel and hued gold in Doma’s hands. Despite their ornamented surface, they are razor sharp and can function just as well as twin short swords.

His is a pretty, almost gentle breath style; Breath of Snow is more a delicate dance in appearance than something meant for combat. And much like Doma, it is a death sentence to mistake beauty for the lack of deadliness– the Breath of Snow utilizes misdirection and inhumanly fast and precise attacks meant to cripple an opponent before the killing blow is dealt, with these strikes resembling the howling gales of blizzards.

More often than not Doma toys curiously with the demons he hunts, tossing them around with the nigh-invincible evasive ability of his breath before executing them, all in an effort to feel emotions. If the pleasures of human life could not elicit these so-called feelings his fellows had always talked about, then how about violence?

Pretty girls, pretty women; it’s not a real feeling that blooms in Doma’s chest (it’s hollow, Akaza hisses, hollow and cold as shit) but he enjoys them. Enjoys the rapturous expressions on their faces, from pleasure to fear to pain to happiness to despair– he puts his hands on their faces and smiles his best. The beatific one, the one that makes his eyes crinkle at the sides.

After his parents died, his father by his mother and his mother by himself, Doma continued to handle the cult, raised by devoted followers. He grew up the smiling, soulless leader of people he believed as foolish for putting such blind faith in him. It was only after the demon attack that the emotionless monotony of his life was shattered; wishing to devour the rainbow-eyed god the people whispered about, the demon disguised itself as a beautiful woman, hinging on Doma’s well-known desire for ladies. As soon as the demon was in Doma’s presence, it slaughtered all of his attendants and then announced its intention to feast on the leader.

More bemused than terrified, Doma was about to let the demon kill and eat him if only out of a detached curiosity. However, in its haste to eat Doma, the demon accidentally ripped open a curtain– letting sunlight spill into the room. Before Doma’s blessed eyes the demon burned to ashes.

Further curiosity led Doma to seek out the truth behind the sun and the thing that almost killed him. It eventually placed him on the path to the Demon Slayers, and his own desire to encounter the demons again brought him to his training, becoming a Slayer and eventually a Pillar. Discovering that killing demons gave him a semblance of feeling alongside his being with women, Doma strived to find the one kill that would give him a true rush.

This came in the form of a lonely flower-demon, whom the Slayers spoke of only in hushed whispers. Rumors of a demon who had killed her entire family and now atoned in some twisted way by caring for some child, a demon who only killed now to protect its pet. Needless to say that Doma was interested; a flower demon? Why, she’d have to be a very pretty demon indeed.

Kanae was a name Doma learned only after a long, fierce battle through the night. He had known the demon had caught his scent, and was already attempting to hide that human child she kept with her. Well, it wouldn’t do at all! It wasn’t difficult; the demon had no idea on how to fight properly whatsoever, and every flick of his fans and an intake of breath only weakened the demon further and further. It hadn’t taken long for him to bring the demon to her knees, and it was only as he had sent her head rolling into the snow that he heard a name being screamed into the wind.

It was nigh euphoric. The expression on Kanae’s face before he had taken her head was utterly sublime in its rage and grief and resignation, and Doma had felt a soaring glee at this particular hunt. It was a feeling, one that swelled to crescendos and made his blood run hot. The sun rose quickly and Doma left, satisfied. What a feeling to be alive.

Now the name of Kanae rings in Doma’s ears once again as news of Upper Moons circulate through the ranks. A demon borne through the blood of Upper Moon One at the same place where he had left Kanae to burn in the sun, a demon that demands his name with every kill and a demon that butchers any Slayer that dared wield breaths in vein to his. Doma only hums at the talk; another hunt to remember, then.

[xstarker]

Since the beginning and until the end (Part Two)

Peter is immortal, reincarnation exists, and in every lifetime Peter has met and loved Tony, only for him to die. He's hoping this time might be different. 

[Part One]

Author's Note: I am posting this chapter earlier than I originally planned because I got a lovely comment begging for more on the last one, and I wanted to say I appreciate it very much! I'm so glad you liked the last part and I was going to tag you but for some reason you aren't pulling up when I try. This chapter is more centered around Pepper and what's going on with Tony between returning home and going time travelling.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1379

After a while, Tony exhausted all possible ideas he had to get Peter and everyone else back. The others tried finding Thanos, but he had just destroyed the stones beforehand, and ended up another dead end. He tried brainstorming other options too, the only one that he hadn't crossed off the list? Time travel. But it was insane. A pipe dream. Tony couldn't do that, could he?

Pepper's pregnant, because of course she is. Tony didn't want kids. Not now. The only "kid" he wanted was Peter. He couldn't ask her to abort the child, and he didn't want to be alone. So he tells Pepper everything, what Peter said on Titan, the crazy thoughts going through his head, how much he misses the kid and wishes he had gotten more time with him. 

"It sounds like you were in love with him Tony.” 

It wasn't the response he was expecting, but it's the one he gets. He looks at her with a bewildered expression. Peter was just a kid. It was just a platonic thing, right? Tony hadn't ever really considered kissing Peter, or fucking him. Then it hits him all the times he's secretly admired Peter from across the room, how often he thinks about him, how easy it is to be around him. 

Then he thinks about Pepper. He thinks about how she has been by his side for years, how it seemed logical to move things forward with her after so long working side by side. He thinks about how she was always the responsible one, balancing out his irresponsible nature. Then he thinks about how many times she asked him to stop being Ironman, how she left him alone when he was having panic attacks, how she even broke up with how for a while because of it, and how ultimately having a child with her and getting married to her means being Ironman even less. 

If Peter were here, the choice would be obvious if he wasn't only 17. Tony looks off to the side, breaking eye contact and trying to remember how to breathe. Maybe Pepper was right, and he is in love with Peter.

And now Pepper is pregnant with his child, but he’s in love with someone else, but that someone else is gone, no foreseeable way of bringing him back. 

So Tony has a choice to make. Does he try and bury down his love for Peter and move on? Or does he wallow in his own shit, break up with Pepper, and give himself back to the times where he drank himself to sleep every night. 

“I think I do love him in a way, but he’s just a kid. I just care about him Pepper. I miss him.” He sighs. “So little Morgan is coming huh?” He really had wanted a kid before Strange shows up and half the universe was wiped out by Thanos. He could try and be excited now, and stay with Pepper. It’s not like Peter being here now would change the age difference between them, he reminded himself. If none of this ever happened, and life had stayed how it was, he would have still married Pepper and they still would have a child on the way. The only real change was now he wouldn’t have any reason to constantly worry about Peter. 

Instead he would just constantly be reminded of the Peter sized void in his life. 

-

Morgan is born. She’s a beautiful baby girl, weighing a healthy 7.2 pounds, and her parents have yet to be married. It wasn’t that Tony wasn’t trying, but more that anytime wedding planning came up he would just remember all the people who wouldn’t be there. Pepper seemed to understand, but he wasn’t sure how long she would wait for him. 

There is obvious strain in their relationship. Sex has become almost nonexistant for the first time, which was partially due to Tony returning to Earth almost too weak to stand, and looking worse than he had during his time kidnapped by the ten rings, thanks to the infection and lack of oxygen while on the spaceship. But time went on, and Tony began to look more and more like himself, until it was obvious that his health wasn’t the reason they hadn’t had sex. 

Taking care of Morgan while Pepper continued to run Stark Industries gave more and more excuses for them to not interact. Pepper knew Tony was shutting her out. She tries to talk to him a few times, but after a while she gives up. She can’t fix him. She’s never been able to. 

About six months after Morgan is born, Tony surprises Pepper with a romantic dinner and wine. She knew it must have taken him hours to do, he never had been a strong cook in the first place, and watching Morgan certainly wouldn’t have made it any easier. They eat, they drink, they talk. One thing leads to another and finally she thinks, maybe things will return to normal. 

They do in some ways. Tony eventually goes back to working on little projects in the garage. He smiles more, especially when he’s around Morgan. Pepper suspects she helps him cope with not having Peter anymore, if even just a little. The only thing that doesn’t return to normal is their sex life, but it does get better. 

Tony doesn’t shy away from her anymore and they begin cuddling more at night again. They screw about once a week, which is good all things considered. It’s nothing like the insatiable Tony she used to know, but she doesn’t really mind either. Sex had never been as important for her as it had been for him. They had a kid now, and neither of them were as young as they used to be; if Tony didn’t want to have crazy sex all the time, she could live with that. 

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It’s a Thursday afternoon when Steve and Nat bring Scott Lang to Tony’s house. He had been about to take Morgan inside for lunch when they pulled up to the house. They bring up that little idea that was still uncrossed off his list. Tony tells them all the reasons it won’t work, why it’s insane, but still the idea burns in his head as he washes the dishes that night. 

It’s seeing Peter’s picture that makes Tony decide to give it a real try. 

Tony begins working with a stark pad on perfecting time travel. He thinks of every possible variable, and goes through it all until the last piece finally fits into place. After running a test, he sits back, because holy shit he just cracked time travel. “Shit.” He lets out a breathy laugh. Maybe he’d make Peter proud after all.

“Shit.” Morgan, who at some point snuck out of bed and made her way down the stairs, grabs his attention. “What are you doing up little miss?” 

“Shit.” Tony shushes her. “Only mommy can say that word. She coined it. It’s hers.” Tony picks up his daughter, carrying her up to bed. 

- 

When he comes down and finds Pepper still reading on the couch, he decides he has to give her this chance to say no and try and convince him to stop, otherwise in the morning he would be on his way to the compound first thing. At least, that is what he expects her to do. Instead, she is more understanding than he has ever seen her, urging him to try because otherwise he will never truly be able to be at peace. 

It was the truth, but he never expected her to admit it. 

She admits it, because she already knows she’s lost him the second he says time travel. There was no stopping Tony when he got ideas like that in his head. She had tried so many times, and never succeeded. This time would be no different. 

Except maybe it would. This time wasn’t the same as all the others. This time he was trying to save Peter, and if the feeling in her gut was anything to go by, it meant that when Tony came back, he would no longer be hers anymore. If he ever was.