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drulalovescas · 1 year

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no one:

literally nobody:

not a single soul:

Dean Winchester when someone flirts with Cas:

#destiel #hashtag jealous Dean #dimples of discontent #dean was literally shoving the waitress at Cas and then he makes THIS face #spn s8e17 #spn s12e12

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youchangedmedestiel · 3 months

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Castiel kisses Dean's dimples of discontent, because by doing this he is able to turn an uncomfortable situation for Dean into a pleasant one. And every time it happens Dean's cheeks turn a little bit pinker than usual and the corner of his mouth quirks up in a shy smile.

#destiel #deancas #dean winchester #castiel #headcanon #dimples of discontent #cas kisses dean #flustered dean #I wish we saw more of that #destiel headcanon #my random thoughts about destiel

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sensitivehandsomeactionman · 2 years

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Dean Winchester | SPN 2.06

#Dean Winchester #deanedit #spn #spnedit #spn 2.06 #ep 2.06 #dimples of discontent #danistuff

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lemondropsonice · 2 years

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N°4 The Boys 3x03– Barbary Coast - Soldier Boy

#theboysedit #soldierboyedit #the boys #soldier boy #jensen ackles #tb03x03 #barbary coast #imt #imt36 #dimples of discontent #my queue me keeps you company

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bloodydeanwinchester · 1 year

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✨1x16 || Shadow✨

taglist (let me know if you’d like to be added or removed!)

@castielsupernatural @passengerseatcas @demolitiondean @quiet-doll @angelsdean @universalcas @faithcastiel @millicentmarva @fountaincas @deanbroco @waldrea @thigholstercas @castielfucks @youre-only-gay-once @girldaddean @verypissedoffdee @redleavesinthewind @cascigarette @naughtystiel @achillestiel @faithdeans @annaslittlebiitch @castiellesbian @obsessionofspn @my-people-skillls-are-rusty @hauntedpearl @colonel--sarge @latinocas @babygirlstiel @blue-eyed-cutiepatootie @flowernerdcastiel @srazten @cockworkangels @birdstiel @shallowseeker @arsonistsam @nvybloo @f-rgetregret @saintedcastiel @oughilovehim @loyalbloggerwhowaits @mrcowboydeanwinchester @cannabiscasgate @deangraham @icarusalchemist @riverwithoutbanks @rainsongdean @nelsonsmynickname @dakrapatops @vegancas

#this is literally one of my favorite dimples of discontent scenes of all time #dimples boy i love you<3 #spn 1x16 #spnedit #deanedit #cowboycoven #spn #supernatural #dean winchester #usermoogs #tusersana #jenna.gif

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sunglassesmish · 2 years

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wait

#those are the dimples of discontent #and the actual photographer saying that jensen did the same pose that misha said jensen does #is amazing #cockles

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sheepstiel · 2 years

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not even joking misha directed 9x17 for the dean girls

#jacklesgirl4deangirl solidarity #dimples of discontent... bottle suckling. he rly did his best #dean posting

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wheniwrite28 · 1 year

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It not always, never always. It gets missed in the frantic pace of life. But when life slows, when cockles content is filled with the brim. I miss getting those notifications, of your words, your tags, your sage-ness, your excitement and exuberance.

Who knows what happens after, but right now, in these quite moments I miss you as a friend, someone I wanted to read about constantly. It feels empty somehow. That world has moved but your space remains.

Were you a friend to me, sure, someone I knew from afar, was I a friend to you, maybe not but I miss you nonetheless.

This fandom somehow feels less familiar with you. It feels less anything without you. The zeal to know less persistent. I miss you a lot in days like these. In days when the world cherishes, it is blue without being red. Without being green.

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#I don’t really wanna tag this #I hope no one sees this #i miss dimples of discontent.#how do you even grieve this loss #:(

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peachesofteal · 4 months

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Light On - single mom/neighbor fic Simon Riley/female reader - 18+ MDNI brief suggestive content, Christmas vibes (these characters do not celebrate Christmas religiously) 🎄 There'll be much mistltoeing / It's the most wonderful time of the year - for @glitterypirateduck's cod holiday challenge

"She's lovely." Laswell comments, standing at his shoulder in the living room.

"She is." He answers, but doesn't bother to look at her, too transfixed on you, watching the way you smile and laugh, champagne flute in one hand, baby in the other. Blood rushes through his body as he stares at you, marveling at how bloody good you look with the baby on your hip, and even though he knows it's an archaic mentality, he can't help but dream about giving you another. Kate gives him a smirk that he just barely catches from the corner of his eye, and he cuts her an exasperated look. "Excuse me."

"By all means."

He makes his way to your side where you're chatting with Gaz's date, Lily, wine colored velvet dress draped across your body, snug and silky across your skin. Your hair is done, styled differently, arranged on top of your head instead of your usual or pulled into something looser, shiny gold cuff curled around the top of your ear. You’re stunning, and his mind turns over, trying to determine if it’s okay or appropriate to tell you for the third time tonight that he’s obsessed with you, that he wants to get you home and worship you, wants to rip your dress off and ruin it. He wonders if you’ll let him take you home early, if you’ll be quiet for him when he bends you over the bed, if you’ll come on his cock all breathy and sweet with his name on your lips.

Emmaline sits embraced in nook of your elbow, white and green dress complemented by tiny, shiny, black shoes, babbling away at anyone who will look at her. She lights up when he steps closer, trying to tip out of your grasp towards his, discontent rising in her crumpled little brow when she can't break free.

"Hi." You beam, his hand finding the small of your back, Emmaline wriggling around to face him, leaning back with a big smile, knocking her head into his side. You roll your eyes at Lily. "I've become chopped liver to my own baby."

"Alright, sweet pea. C'mere then." He settles her on top of his forearm, chubby fist knotting into the collar of his shirt. "Let's give mama a break, eh?" You smile, relieved, reaching up for a kiss, tip toes stretching until he leans to meet you, and when you pull away, you give Emmaline one on her cheek, bright baby giggles echoing through the room. "We're going to see what the team is up to." He bounces her, and your thumb strokes a soft circle into his waist.

"Okay."

"There she is!" Gaz calls, and Emmaline squirms in Simon's grasp, pressing her face into his neck, head tilted just slightly so she can still see the guys, cheeks dimpled. She watches Kyle cautiously, incredibly shy, and Simon whispers to comfort her.

"What's wrong, baby girl? You're alright. It's just Gaz." She mouths at his shirt, and he smooths a hand over the back of her head softly. "She's not usually so reserved, loves attention."

"Ye're scaring her." Johnny admonishes as huffs, breath rolling in a fog through the chilled air, but when Simon turns, Emmaline whips around, peering over his shoulder to stare at Gaz, expression delighted.

"I don't think she's scared, Soap. Looks smitten to me." Johnny clucks his tongue, half outraged, and Gaz just laughs, stroking her cheek as she coos soft sweet nonsense towards him, making Johnny scowl.

“’m supposed tae be her favorite.” He grumbles, and Price barks out a laugh, clapping him on his back.

“Gotta get your own for that, son.” He shakes his head, reaching a finger out to her fist, letting her grab onto him. She immediately starts to drag it towards his mouth, and Price lets her, chuckling softly under his breath. “Needs something for her teeth.”

"I think we've got something in her bag." Simon rubs her back, watching how her eyes light up when she spots Price's beard, tiny fingers mindlessly drifting towards his chin. "Mama's been giving you frozen pacifiers, huh?"

"Ye should try scotch, my maw used tae give me some, when ah was a bairn." Johnny tickles his fingers across her side and she shrieks into a giggle fit, nearly choking on laughter that has him glowing with pride. "Who's yer favorite uncle, Emmaline? Is it Uncle Soap?" Johnny whispers in his best baby voice, and Simon snorts.

"She can't have scotch, MacTavish. She's a baby, and-"

"Alright out here?" You're standing in the door, half in, half out, teetering precariously on the top step, and for the hundredth time tonight you take Simon's breath away, light from the kitchen shimmering behind you like a halo, framing you in a soft, warm yellow glow, his stomach clenching.

"We're alright." He promises, already making his way towards the doorway, taking the stairs until you're within arms reach, Emmaline clapping her hands together when she spots you. "You okay?" He keeps his voice low, yet still tender, trying not to give the guys too much ammo, and you smile, spectacular and sweet, enough to make him melt on the spot.

"Yeah, just wanted to check on you two." You brush a finger across Emma's cheek, mouth opening to say something else when Johnny's voice rings across the patio, cheeky and smug.

"LT, ye're standın' under mistletoe." He hadn't noticed the cluster of greenery tacked to the bricked arch just outside the door, but it's hard to miss now, and when you glance above your head and laugh, he shrugs his shoulders. "Well..."

"Well?" You raise an eyebrow. A challenge. An invitation. Enough of both for him, encouragement not needed in the first place, his lips finding yours easily, pulling you into the bulk of his body, wrapping an arm around your waist while still holding Emma against his chest in the other. She bridges the gap between you, both of his girls safe and sheltered in his arms, and he blocks out the sound of Gaz and Johnny's shouting and whooping, focusing on the taste of your tongue, smell of your skin, plush lips against his. It's everything, you're everything, you and Emmaline- his family, his to love, to care for, to protect, emotion welling up in his chest that has him pulling away and pressing his nose against the top of your head, mouth finding your temple, your cheek, his eyes closed and breaths measured.

"Merry Christmas." He whispers, still holding you tight, and you dip forward to press a kiss to Emmaline's scalp, your hand reaching for his jaw, thumb reverently stroking across the scar on his cheek.

"Merry Christmas Simon."

#peaches writes #light on #simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #codholiday2023 #simon ghost riley x reader

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michaelsworddean · 10 months

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cas kisses dean’s dimples of discontent. thought you’d wanna know

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augiewrites · 6 months

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"secret admirer" - dead poets society (part 4)

summary: y/n finds yet another note in their desk and sees something interesting on a late night walk home from the library

pairing: anonymous!dead poet x gender neutral reader

word count : 1.1k

previous | next

a/n: i think this is my favorite chapter so far—thanks for all the love on this story :)

Y/N didn’t receive another letter that week. Doubt was swirling in their mind—what if their admirer had lost interest? Maybe they met a real, feasible person and forgot about them. The endless swirl of scenarios was eating them alive. They needed a distraction, but they knew it wouldn’t do much for them. Their mind bounced straight back to their poet during any moment of silence.

They had taken Meeks and Pitts up on their offer to study with them, and they found themselves growing increasingly fond of the two boys. Y/N would be elated if their poet turned out to be anything like them.

Passion was a rare commodity at Welton, and dissent was especially hard to come by. Y/N had been beginning to feel as though they were the only person unhappy with being forced into conformity—or, at least, the only person willing to vocalize their discontent.

That changed as they got to know Meeks, Pitts, and, in turn, the random assortment of boys that popped in during these study sessions. They had forgotten how good it felt to speak their mind to non judgmental ears. Hell, even the ever-bashful Todd Anderson was slowly coming out of his shell in their presence.

The only issue, of course, was Charlie Dalton.

There was just something about the boy that got under their skin.

The line between confidence and arrogance was extremely thin, and Charlie was constantly teetering along that threshold.

If there were a social hierarchy within the group, Charlie was at the top of it—and the boy was well aware. The other boys were often onlooking Charlie’s antics with a noticeable level of admiration.

Y/N knew that there had to be another layer behind—far behind—the boy’s often pompous attitude. After all, at every teenager’s core is a half-child that wants nothing more than to feel a sense of belonging. A level of vulnerability that most teenage boys don’t want being observed.

A level of vulnerability that Y/N didn’t stick around long enough to see in Charlie Dalton.

The boy in question was currently reciting an excerpt from Shakespeare’s The Taming of the Shrew.

“Why are our bodies soft and weak and smooth,

Unapt to toil and trouble in the world,

But that our soft conditions and our hearts

Should well agree with our external parts?”

Y/N couldn’t help but think that his voice was quite nice—velvety and assured.

They shook the thought from their mind and opened up their desk. A gasp was suppressed at the sight of a neatly folded piece of stationary atop their mess.

Eager hands unfolded the parchment as discreetly as possible.

Darling Y/N,

Did you know that you get this adorable wrinkle between your eyebrows when you’re frustrated? I love seeing it almost as much as the dimple of your cheek when you smile.

In shadows cast by moonlight's gentle gleam, A heart entwined in love's elusive dream. Captivated by a smile so divine, Another's joy, a radiant sign.

Each curve and grace, a sunlit dance, Ignites a flame, a tender trance. In stolen glances, a world unfolds, Where every story of passion is told.

A symphony in the heart's soft sigh, A love that blossoms, soaring high. With every grin, a melody sweet, Two souls in rhythm, destined to meet. I hope to see that smile again soon.

x, Yours.

Y/N’s entire body was buzzing as they flipped to a blank page of their notebook.

In crowds unknown, a face concealed, Yet a whispering heart, its fate revealed. Mystery veils, like a silent star, In the vast unknown, I find you, afar.

No words exchanged, no history traced, Yet in your presence, a love embraced. Falling in realms of the unseen, An enchantment, profound and serene.

Y/N ripped the page out and left it on top of the clutter within their desk. They didn’t look back once when the class was dismissed.

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“We should probably head back to the dorms if we don’t want to get reamed for missing bed checks.”

Y/N and Meeks were the only members of their study group left conscious. Charlie was long asleep—spread across the seats of four chairs.

“That’s too bad,” Y/N grinned, “this is the first time I’m actually enjoying Dalton’s company.”

“You always enjoy my company, Y/N,” Charlie muttered with his eyes still shut, “don’t lie to poor Steven.”

“Whatever helps you rest easy.”

Meeks just shook his head. the ghost of an amused smile threatening his lips, “you live in the East wing, right? One of us should walk with you.”

“I think I’ll survive, Meeks,” Y/N said on a laugh, “you need to be getting back to tuck Pitts in, anyway.”

The two exchanged good nights and good lucks on the Latin oral the next day before Y/N left Meeks in charge of rousing Charlie.

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It was uncharacteristically warm for late January, and Y/N decided to take the slightly longer scenic route back to their dorm. They would happily be chastised for getting back slightly after curfew if it meant they were able to be outside for a while and still be able to feel all their limbs.

A hushed giggle floated across the courtyard, snapping Y/N out of their thoughts. They spotted a familiar head of shaggy brown hair accompanied by another with perfectly curled blonde locks.

“Knox, really,” another giggle, “I have to go.”

“C’mon, Chris. Just a couple more minu—” his head snapped toward the sound of Y/N’s soft footsteps. The panic in his expression quickly melted into relief and a sly smile.

“Hurry, Chris! Hide,” he gently pushed the girl behind him, “we have a spy on our hands.”

Y/N stuck their hands in their coat pockets, feeling as though they were the one caught instead of the couple before them.

“Just an innocent bystander, I swear,” Y/N shot them a sheepish smile.

Chris nudged Knox, looking much more anxious than the boy.

He startled, glancing between Chris and Y/N with a soft, “oh.”

“Chris, this is Y/N—a friend of the poets,” poets? “Y/N, this is Chris, my girlfr—”

“His friend,” Chris interrupted, “it’s a pleasure to meet you, Y/N.”

Knox held a hand over his heart, feigning offense, “she’s just in denial. Girlfriend.”

“Denial is probably the safest option here. Smart woman,” Y/N smirked at the boy, “I should be getting back. I’ll let you two…finish up here.”

Y/N barely registered the pair’s goodbyes as they walked away. Their thoughts were in overdrive.

I guess it’s not Knox. I should have realized that sooner. I guess that pathetic poem really wooed Chris. Y/N laughed lightly to themselves. What did he mean, “a friend of the poets”?

The more Y/N found out, the more confusing it all felt.

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part five

#dead poets society #dead poets society x reader #dps boys #dps #dps fanfiction #dps x reader #todd anderson #neil perry #steven meeks #gerard pitts #charlie dalton #knox overstreet #todd anderson x reader #neil perry x reader #steven meeks x reader #gerard pitts x reader #charlie dalton x reader #knox overstreet x reader #chris noel

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youchangedmedestiel · 3 months

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You know that scene from episode 12x12 "Stuck in the Middle (With You):

Well, let's take a look at Dean's face journey after this happens, you know just for the "fun" of it:

He goes from being scared but making a joke to reassure himself and Cas (which doesn't work at all as you might see below):

To being scared with dimples of discontent:

To being scared but more like horrified as shit to loose Cas and on the verge of tears:

Hope you enjoyed that journey with me. Have a nice day or night or whatever.

Also, sorry for that.

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pumpkinpie59 · 4 months

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code 59 au intro post!!

(artwork is concept art, 2012 screenshot redraw, 1987 screenshot redraw, and 2003 screenshot redraw ^^)

official synopsis:

it’s the year 2103. mutantkind can now be legal citizens and live among humans. however, prejudice and fear still remain. many mutants create small suburbs within cities as a sanctuary from human hatred.

but even despite the promise of a mutant neighborhood, leonardo, raphael, donatello, and michelangelo are still kept from the public eye. in splinter’s younger years as a human, he created many enemies, and he’s vowed to keep his new family secret and safe.

too bad no one warned him about teenage rebellion.

the boys’ first taste of freedom brings them new friends: april, casey, and karai. but they soon discover even those they can trust can lead to dangers not even splinter could expect.

turtle bios under the cut ^^

leonardo is the oldest of the four brothers (he’s only older than donatello by a few hours). he’s most recognizable by his blue mask, scar over his left eye, and the gap in his teeth. leonardo is a disciplined martial artist (gotta fight his clumsiness somehow) and a caring brother; however, he has a rebellious side and longs to see the world and all it has to offer. he’s hopeful and stubborn, and his brothers tend to give him more anxiety than they should, but he still wants to be a good leader to them. he tends to be a bit naïve, wanting to see the good in everyone he meets, leading to his friendship with his cousin, karai. he has a fear of snakes, but more importantly, a fear of letting his brothers down, or worse, losing them because of his own shortsightedness. leonardo tends to be very competitive and has a habit of creating corny one liners (who cares if his brothers hate it; it’s fun!). in his downtime, he enjoys sci-fi and adventure movies, reading and writing, and beating his brothers at video games (and in training!).

donatello is the second of the four brothers (younger than leonardo by a few hours and older than raphael and michelangelo by a day). he’s most recognizable by his long purple mask and his freckles. donatello knows he’s smart. practically an expert in engineering and computer science (and he dabbles in other sciences too!), donatello is the one to thank for the turtles’ neat gadgets. with all his knowledge, it’s left donatello a bit overconfident. he loves to show off his work, and refuses to see any shortcomings as true failure. he does wish his brothers would act more interested, however. when he’s not talking about science though, Donatello is very insecure. unlike his brothers, he is painfully discontented with his mutanthood, wanting so strongly to be a human. despite his generally kind and polite behavior, he has a slight disdain for other mutants, and wants to create a retromutagen. now if only he could find actual fresh mutagen to study it … deep down, donatello wants to feel loved and accepted, and his greatest fear is to be shunned (or worse) for what he is. in his downtime, donatello enjoys designing new inventions, fixating on dinosaurs, building mini models, listening to old musicals, perfecting his latte art (he swears he’s improving), and watching bad reality tv with his best friend, april.

raphael is one of the youngest of the four brothers (no one’s entirely sure if he or michelangelo are younger). he’s most recognizable by his red mask, dimples, and his striped markings. raphael is painfully sarcastic, witty, and emotional. he often acts on his negative emotions, usually through brutal honesty or biting remarks, before he has the chance to think. to his credit, however, raphael has a strong moral compass, knowing exactly what he believes is right and wrong. due to this, raphael often plays the “straight man” in the team, calling out his brothers for their downfalls. raphael is also very protective of those close to him, and even learned first aid to better look after them. due to all this, splinter believes that raphael has the ability to take up the role of leader if something should happen to leonardo. out of all his brothers, raphael is the least interested in human culture and has grown comfortable being a mutant turtle. he strongly believes that there’s nothing wrong with being different, and as a result has a soft spot for the outcasts of new york city, humans and mutants alike. raphael’s biggest fear is being alone … and bugs. in his downtime, raphael enjoys working on vehicles, painting, boxing, and making music.

michelangelo is also one of the youngest of the four brothers (he and raphael possibly hatched at the same time). he’s most recognizable by his orange mask, dimples, glasses, and his spotted markings. michelangelo is fun-loving, friendly, and mischievous. though perhaps the most skilled of his brothers, michelangelo has a bad habit of avoiding his training, as he’d much rather be out having fun or preparing a prank for his unsuspecting brothers. despite his lack of discipline, michelangelo has a big heart and collects friendships like he collects comic books. all his brothers are very protective of him, and he knows how to take advantage of it. michelangelo has a strong dislike for being pushed aside, and often takes it upon himself to handle missions without his brothers to prove he’s just as capable as them. this can put him in all sorts of trouble. though on the bright side, this has also landed him several chances to make new friends. michelangelo’s biggest dream is to become a comic book artist. michelangelo’s biggest fear is his loved ones turning against him. in his downtime, he enjoys skateboarding, sketching, reading comic books, and cooking (especially pizza!).

#tmnt #pumpkin stuff #my art #tmnt code 59 #tmnt leonardo #tmnt raphael #tmnt donatello #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt au #tmnt fanart

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inkykeiji · 11 months

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Sweet cream w/ flawless Tomu hehe ^-^ sending you love on this Sunday evening <3

prompt: sweet cream warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, cum feeding/eating, snowballing, daddy kink words: 1k

also hehe thank u so much anon bb <33 sending u lots of love back!!

“Is baking with cum possible?”

It’s probably one of the dumbest questions you’ve ever asked, uttered with a sleepy curiosity only a few moments after Tomura’s stuffed you full of his own, your head rising and falling with the erratic breaths of his sweaty chest.

“Anything is possible,” he snorts. “It’s more a question of why you’d want to.”

“Because s’just…It’s just leaking outta me,” you whine, pout weighting your voice, hips wiggling a little in accentuation. “Seems like such a waste.”

It’s true—you can feel it, dribbling out of your fluttering little hole in drooling dollops, thick and sticky cream smearing across your inner thighs as they clench in a feeble attempt to halt more from escaping.

Tomura chuckles, the sound somehow both fond and patronizing, his voice vibrating against your ear.

“Well, I don’t think there’s any way for me to scoop it out of you and save it for later use,” he begins, shuffling your body a little so he can nudge your head with his shoulder, gazing down at you with twinkling eyes, the beginnings of a smirk tugging at his lips. “But I can feed you some, if that’s what my baby really wants...”

And, oh, the gasp you emit is absolutely precious, airy and light and full of want.

“Yes,“ your breathing out, voice barely above a murmur. “Yes, please, Daddy.”

And it’s so intimate, Daddy foregoing using his fingers like he normally does to favour his tongue as his tool this time, head settling between your spread legs to scatter a few kisses along your pubic bone, sure to press an extra gentle kiss to your still swollen clit.

A cute squeal catches in your throat when his tongue prods at your hole, almost hesitantly so, as if testing the waters before it delves in, working its way past the tight ring of muscle and into your sweet cunt. It coils in on itself, forming a small hollow and using the tip to fill it with what’s left of the viscous substance.

Your hips push towards his face, instinctive and eager for more—get it all, Daddy! I want it all!— and he growls into you, large palms flattening over your hipbones and pushing, pressing you back into the mattress.

He takes his time, diligent and dedicated in his quest of licking you clean, of giving his baby every last drop of what she’s so desperately craving, what she’s so desperately needing, the point of his tongue digging into your silky walls and scraping them clean.

Finally, he’s sitting back on his heels, chin and jaw a shimmering mess, and you push yourself up on your elbows, yearning, mouth opened wide and waiting.

With a playful roll of his eyes, he leans forward, fists dimpling the mattress on either side of your body, and slots his mouth against yours.

The flavour is strong, so tart and bitter it borders on sour, a stark contrast to his inherently sugar-infused saliva. But it’s good, too, tastes twining together to create something new, something so distinctly him.

Your tongues flatten, grinding against one another in slow, rhythmic motions, languid and lazy as his cum stains your mouth, as you soak him up and swallow him down, starved for everything he can bestow to you.

And it’s so messy, drool oozing from the corners of your lips to slick your chins, rendering everything sticky and slippery, skin gliding against one anothers. Thick threads of saliva hang heavy between your mouths, glimmering in the dim light as he eventually manages to pull his tongue away from you, smirking a little at the discontented whine that sounds at the back of your throat.

“It’s, um...O-On my thighs, too, Daddy,” you tell him, stuck somewhere between dreamy and shy, cheek half-hidden in the mattress as you gaze up at him through lidded eyes.

“Greedy girl,” Tomura says, but his voice drips with adoration, head dipping between your legs again to drag his tongue along your inner thighs, thick muscle sopping up the half-dried strokes of cum, the outer layers of each smudge having begun crusting from the cool air, the heat of Tomura’s mouth melting them again.

There isn’t much left on his tongue, but he gives it to you anyway, laughing a little behind sealed lips at the cute grabby hands you make as he rises again, fingers clamping over his shoulders and tugging.

Your mouth is already open again, little tongue stuck out as far as it can be, entitled and expectant, and Tomura allows his own tongue to unfurl from his mouth, tinged with his essence, leaning down to drag it, slow and purposeful, against your own.

Your tongue curls, wrapping around his and sucking it between your teeth, lips puckered and cheeks hollowed. It pulls a soft noise of surprise from him, crimson eyes instinctually snapping open before his lips spread into a smile against your own, mouth going lax and allowing you to continue your suckling and slurping, swallowing every last drop of anything he has to give you.

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As it turns out, baking with cum is indeed possible, and the internet is full of interesting recipes, stumbling across one for cummy crepes that utilizes semen in it’s sweet cream filling and deciding that it sounded good.

Tomura isn’t nearly as into the idea as you are—Whaddya want me to do, jerk off into a bowl for you? Well, can you help me?—but is willing to give it a try anyway, allowing you to pump his cock hard and fast until he’s spurting ropes of cream onto a small mountain of powdered sugar (You cum so much, Daddy!).

The crepes are a miserable failure—you could’ve really used Kurogiri’s guidance, but there’s no way he would’ve approved of your special ingredient—the batter too thick to be spread into an even, thin pancake, but the cream filling itself turns out pretty magnificent, whipped and light and oh-so-sweet.

Lounging on the balcony as the sinking sun paints the rippled clouds in shades of magenta, you and Tomura take turns dipping your fingers into the fluffy mountain of filling and gathering peaked dollops on the tips, letting one another suck the other’s digits clean.

“Alright,” Tomura’s saying as he swipes an index finger along the bottom of the bowl, collecting the last bit of remaining cream on the pad, sticky tongue running along his bottom lip, chasing phantom sugar. “Maybe we should try cooking with my cum more often.”

#shigaraki tomura x reader #shigaraki tomura smut #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x smut #shigaraki x you #very fun anon thank u for this!!!#word doesn't appear until the end hehe

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shallowseeker · 8 months

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true canon story in season 12

- dean calls cas devastatingly handsome

- resigned to being cas’s wingman forever, dean wingmans cas and mandy together but makes dimples of discontent about it

- cas tells dean he loves him and the fam*

- dean is like !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! then ?????

- dean tests the waters

- dean gives cas a (romantic-ish?) mixtape and possibly begins making the dean cave

- cas is too busy being spooked by ramiel almost killing them to notice all the Signs