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s0apysm1les · 7 months
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CW: Somnophilia touching, Noncon touching, ref to noncon, dubcon
Dream Demon
Bakugou Katsuki x Reader
Of course, if he wasn't so focused on being a Hero, Bakugou could've easily turned to Villainy. But that gives its own little pleasures too, so it's no big loss. Might even continue this one, well see!
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Bakugou had felt that he was patient long enough these past few months for you to notice his intentions for you. He met you outside of your apartment door each morning. No, it wasn't because he had the same fucking schedule as you. He just wanted himself to be the first man you see in the morning. He got you drinks and food to show that he could take care of you, so you'd more easily give him control of yourself.
He never lied. He always called himself an asshole and selfish jerk who take advantage and abuses others, but you refused to listen. You outright called him a liar about that point one time, and it took everything in him to not grab you by the base of your pretty skull and blow out your brain with his quirk. You just so happened to be lucky that that happened right after he started caring about you. Otherwise you'd already be dead and he'd have just satiated his lust with your corpse.
You were the only person that made him feel this... sexual about his bloody urges. You made him groan in the middle of the night at the images of your weeping form, tattered, bloody, bruised and broken from what he'd do to you. While you were in the room across from him, sleeping obliviously, he crept through the hall and used his juvenile breaking and entering experiences to pick the lock on your door.
It popped open with a hushed click and he slid into the dark hall of your apartment, mirrored to his and he crept almost knowingly through your rooms to stand above your strewn form.
Hair askew and limbs wrapped around yourself, you seemed almost dead already. He always enjoyed watching his victims sleep first because of that thought, but you were the first one to make him hard while doing it.
Maybe he was finally breaking. He heard the stupid extras who wanted to be known as villains talking in the alleys at night, about how they've delved into sick pleasures because of their duties in the dark and he thought that because he's better than all of those fucks he'd get out unmarred. But here he was now, fisting it to your unconscious form and loving the risks in the noises he made and photos he took.
He unabashed took photos with the flash on. If you woke up, he'd just fucking kill you. You weren't special beyond your ability to give him a boner. During the days between his nightly trips to your room, he did that whole baiting you trick by feeding you and making 'nice' the only way he knew how. And during the night, he'd do everything but fuck you with his cock. He'd stroke himself, rub himself against any part of you he felt like it and he'd blow his load in either your hair, your mouth or your crotch.
You sick little bitch, he'd think you knew he was there, seeing your bare crotch greet his leering eyes every night after the first night. So there his jizz would sit, to drip into your folds and sit and cool against your lips, dripping with the juices that you'd make under his ministrations.
You never went out aside from work because you were a quirkless scaredy shit, which was good for him. You didn't have friends so you were needy as fuck but he wanted you to be. And you, like the perfect little weak extra you were, fell right into the role he made for you.
All his training through these long five month culminated to this night. Thrusting his cock above your face, soft breaths and the occasional snore coming from your stupid fucking tight mouth as his pre dripped onto your limp lips and eyelids.
Biting his knuckle could only do so much to hold back the groans that he was making. The vulgar wet slaps of each thrust into his slicked fist did little to hide what he was doing above your sleeping form - not that he was trying to. And he gave up on the thought of holding back entirely when you stretched and whined loudly underneath him.
He dropped his finger from his mouth and his now-free hand was finding itself entertained by scratching and pinching a nipple through your thin night shirt. You were so fucking stupid to not have woken up yet. And this thought pushing him to the edge. His hand dragged down to your crotch and began to pump three fingers in and out of your sopping cunt harshly and he wasn't going to stop tonight.
You were gonna get fucked and when you woke up you were gonna become his. Not that you fucking weren't before, but you'll either be his victim or his property after this. It just depends on whether you scream or cry. And as he lined up with your opening, he was going to find out which it will be right now.
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s0apysm1les · 9 months
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I did a few Draw this as [character] challenges on twitter, have some Kiri tiddies
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s0apysm1les · 9 months
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I did a few Draw this as [character] challenges on twitter, have some bkdk steamy
yeah i really don't know how to draw hair but I like those eyes
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s0apysm1les · 9 months
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I did a few Draw this as [character] challenges on twitter, have some villain sexy Deku. Careful, he definitely has a knife behind his back.
yeah his hair is kinda bad but salutations
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s0apysm1les · 9 months
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i really really hate the new layout. omgggg its so bad. I come back from twitter to find this?
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s0apysm1les · 10 months
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....seahorse yan.... I'll go to bed now
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s0apysm1les · 10 months
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Lol okay so I got this funny idea or at least... it seemed funny to me in my head... welp so anyways imagine this: Reader calls yandere Peter Parker by this full name and starts to glare at him when he doesn't do something reader asked him to like maybe not doing the chore the darling asked him to?
CW: Goofy reader who adds extra names as emphasis, couple's argument, angry cooking
Batter Chatter
Peter Parker x Reader
not really a yandere story, this one's just cute! Just gonna drop a good one instead of explaining where I've been all this time.
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"Peter Benjamin Parker!"
Wasn't a good thing to hear as a teen and it still isn't a good thing to hear as a 27 year old super-hero-but-also-photographer-by-trade. He had only just removed his mask and turned to the source of the alluring voice to see the love of his life.
Definitely angry and with a sharp glare in those beautiful eyes... and it's at that angry look that he remembers why he even left in the first place! Eggs... he forgot the eggs again. He only stepped out for a minute! He could go back out-
"Don't you even think of stepping out that window again Peter Edgar Benjamin Parker!" Oh, you're really mad this time.
"I ask you to do one! Thing! What is that?!" Before he even opens his mouth to respond you continue, "Get eggs! Why? For me to make cakes for YOUR office party that YOU signed me up for!" It was technically his boss, J Jonah Jameson, who signed you up for it but Peter didn't want to bring that up and earn more ire. Why the Daily Bugle is hosting a potluck, he doesn't know but it is a test of all the worker's ability to cook and everyone is pulling all stops.
He was specifically told "Parker, since it seems the only thing you're capable of doing is bringing half-shot photos of Spiderman, I don't trust you to bring in anything edible. You better leave it to that girlfriend of yours. Mary Jane or whatever."
"Ah, it's actually-"
"Don't correct me, Parker. Didn't I just say 'or whatever'? Whoever it is, I'm sure it's better than you! Have them bring it in or else!"
And with that, you were unwillingly listed in the catering field for the next week as you figure out what to bring, what you need and how you'll do it in the small apartment kitchen. With Peter hovering over your shoulder, you settle on bite sized portions of three types of cake, lemon pound cake, chocolate cake and strawberry cakes, each with little pads of icing or glaze on top. Peter called them cupcakes, you called him uncultured in the kitchen. "Petit Fours" you called them.
And all you asked of him was to bring you a 24 pack of eggs... which he didn't...
"Peter Edgar Johnson Parker! Are you listening to me?!"
"Yes, of course! I'm sorry! I promise I'm listening."
"Then why didn't you do what I asked! You decided to just fight random thugs on the street again." Your voice went from dry anger to wet anger. You sounded like you were going to cry. "It wasn't even any of your big bad enemies. The police could have taken care of these guys! Why don't you care about me?" You finished by dropping your head and hugged yourself.
Peter drops his mask and races to your side and attempts to both hug you and lift your face to look at him.
"I'm sorry baby, I'm sorry. Look at me, please?"
"No" You cry out, head still dropped and trying to hide yourself from him. You're immediately embarrassed because you're crying over such a little thing as a carton of eggs that you yourself could've gotten in the interim - remembering you had actually done so after he left.
You already knew that he was going to stop and fight some bad guys. It's his job. And he has to do this to keep you safe. You know this, you do. But just, over and over and over again. He forgets what you ask him to remember when he's fighting and it's to the point where it feels almost purposeful and that you're not worth remembering.
You wipe your eyes and sniff. You're mad. Stay mad. You remind yourself.
"Get out." You say. Trying to make it not obvious that you're crying and failing as he looks at your red shiny eyes.
"What? No wait -"
"Peter Charles Edgar Johnson - whatever the - PARKER!" You yell out. "Get out of the living room! Get out of the kitchen! Let me cook in peace!" You push away from him and watch his strong arms drop limply to his side, bumping off of his body as they fall.
Calling the expression on his face the "kicked puppy" look would make him seem less hurt than he actually was. But you were mad and you had to make yourself be strong.
"Go to the room, Peter. Now." You point for emphasis at the doorway a mere 3 feet away. The imposing hollow core door that hung crookedly on its hinges felt more like iron bars. And after a staring contest of 10 seconds, he slowly made his way into the room.
He didn't turn on the light and instead stood in the dark and stared at you until you ahem'd him to close the door with another flick of your finger. He complied...
With a stiffening of your shoulders, another wipe of your face and a full body shake you got started with cooking. You removed the eggs that YOU bought from the fridge and pulled up the recipes for the three cakes you intended to miniaturize and got started. Halfway through the second's batter beating, you heard the loud creak of the door opening and knew the eyes watching you belonged to your sulking boyfriend.
You didn't turn around, instead just let him watch. And as you cooked and moved and decorated, he slowly emerged from the room and sat in the doorway. You assume anyway, because you refused to turn back and look at him, still wanting to make him feel how upset you were despite not being so angry any more.
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With you finally finishing up on the decorating portion, you felt that Peter had moved closer now and decided to finally glance at him. You see him propped against the corner of the kitchen's island and looking at you with his own set of tired and red rimmed eyes.
You look at him, the desserts and the sink half full of dishes and breath out an exhale. You grab a pink iced mini cake and a lemon cake and walk over to him and drop down into a cross legged position in front of him. Without a word and without looking into his eyes you pass him the strawberry cake.
He's staring at your face and you can feel it while you watch him in your peripheral vision bite into the cake.
"Is it good?" You ask after a far too long moment.
"mhm" he says around the cake in his mouth.
You lean against his shoulder and look up at his face.
"... can you do the dishes?" you ask. I love you, I'm sorry.
"Mhm" he kisses your forehead and then leans his head onto yours.
"I love you" "I love you too"
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s0apysm1les · 1 year
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I know that somewhere in one of my oneshots I wrote menstruations instead of ministrations and it haunts me but I'm too scared to look for it
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s0apysm1les · 1 year
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trying to get back into writing. Just been a bit sad and unmotivated lately
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s0apysm1les · 1 year
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Happy Valentine's Day baby~ I left you a gift of roses in our favourite spot~
You make my days shine bright and your every breath is like a note in a song. You're so beautiful. I love you. I love you. I love you. And you love me too, my doll.
You need me. You never forget me and you always look around for me when I am away from you. You even kept track of me when I was taken away from you, oh the tears of joy you cried when I released myself from that cell I'll never forget. I'm preparing the most romantic dinner you've ever had, get ready~
And remember, whether in rags, riches or nothing at all you are the most beautiful thing alive and I'll only ever live for your love. Though I don't think I can forgive you for getting me taken away in the first place, that punishment can be taken care of later my Darling.
With care,
Your True Love
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s0apysm1les · 1 year
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I NEED YOUR HELP TO SPREAD THIS
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This blog in the photo accompaninstuo91 does not have a proper blog. When you click on their blog, an image pops up asking you if you're 18 and if you say yes or no, it directs you to a virus/porn site that isnt on tumblr
The bots are evolving to actively redirect you/ give viruses to you
Please reblog this so you dont fall victim. Do not click follow or try to go onto their blog, instead the only way to report them is to click the little three dots and click report
@staff please stop shit like this
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s0apysm1les · 1 year
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anyone have the link to a bnha fic called Heart's Desire?
I think that's what its called. It's about future Bakugou being mind controlled and brought to the past/present day by a set of twin villains in their attempt to kill deku before he becomes the number one hero. Lemme know! I'm itching to reread it and i think it was deleted of A03 idk
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s0apysm1les · 1 year
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...anyone know how to read a deleted ao3 fic or have a copy of this?
Anyone know that fic where deku goes back in time and gets his younger self to give him a blowjob bc he told his younger self it will help him give him a quirk? Anyone know where it is?
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s0apysm1les · 1 year
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i just saw a post on twitter with someone talking about yandere games and they said let the yandere games begin but imagine this... let the yander-games begin
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s0apysm1les · 1 year
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Okay omg I forgot that one scene at the end of Frighteners with the demon 😈 that's... something
my sister said she never saw frighteners so im not gonna do the mass writing/post I had planned. I'm gonna movie binge so happy Halloween folks
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s0apysm1les · 1 year
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my sister said she never saw frighteners so im not gonna do the mass writing/post I had planned. I'm gonna movie binge so happy Halloween folks
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s0apysm1les · 2 years
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im a dumbass. I missed my first day of B term classes because I forgot to put it on my calendar and now I have Monday thru Thursday classes and won't have as much free time to write.
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