#unrequested gif series

[m0rbidmacabre]

One night with Mary Goore

4084 words

Summary: You go to a death metal show and meet Mary Goore, you soon find out how much you want each other. Notes: One night With Mary Goore - This series has started due to feeling creatively sapped with my other fics - wanted to get my hands "Dirty?!" is that the word? haha! Enjoy.

WARNINGS: Smut, One Night Stands, Sexy Times, Fucking, Bathroom Sex, Exhibitionism

One Night With: Mary Goore

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You were about done getting ready to head out to a local gig. You had picked out a little black velvet dress, your hair tumbled down your shoulders like waves in the ocean, your eyes covered in deep black eyeshadow, and your bright lipstick burned into your skin like shimmering rose petals. You looked good, like a vision of death herself. You had been looking forward to the show tonight, it wasn’t often that the local venue had Death Metal bands playing in your hometown, and you were looking forward to letting your hair down and enjoying your favourite genre of music, even if you hadn’t heard of any of the bands on the line up, you knew you would have fun.

You grabbed your bag, slinging it over your shoulder and called for a cab. It was not long until you were at the venue, tonight was one of those nights where the venue was packed full, the only ladies in sight seem to be the ones with their partners. You though, you were ballsy, headstrong and it didn’t bother you if some gent came up to you unrequested, you knew how to get him to leave you alone. You did this often, and you never felt like you needed company to enjoy a show. You were here to enjoy the music and unwind, and that is about it.

You headed to the bar and got yourself a drink, “Vodka and Coke, please”. The bartender just looked at you, smiled and nodded his approval. you go to this venue a lot and by now you were coming up to speaking terms with the bar staff. It was always the same dude, and you were sure he knew your order off by heart by now, but you still asked politely as you always did.  While you were waiting for him to return with your drink you stood watching him as he made it up, counting out the cash you would need to pay him when you were rudely interrupted “Hey Hey Hey, Can I get a beer? We have got to go on stage soon” You glance to your left and meet the gaze of the man stood next you. He looks at you with a ridiculous smirk on his face, you look him up and down. He was heavily covered in stage make up, pale as night with bright red fake blood dripping down his face, His raven black hair covering up most of his face and his t-shirt torn but fitted and his jeans just as ripped up. “He’s just grabbing me a drink; He won’t be a minute” you say to him with a polite smile, trying give the bar man a little space. “Oh, is he… isn’t he lucky” He smiled at you. “ALSO, get this lady another one of what she ordered too, stick it on my tab with the beer.”  He cheekily winked at you. You could not help but smile at how forward he was, you almost had to hold back from laughing at him. you took your drinks from the bar man, nodding thanks to both, and found yourself a decent spot for the show.

You stood by yourself enjoying the support act for the night, they were another heavy death metal band that you did not quite catch the name of. They were heavy, and you liked how much energy they were giving off. It was not long until you noticed the guy from the bar was walking around, almost strutting with confidence oozing from him and talking to a few people who were dotted around the venue, he was making his way around the room greeting people and handing out flyers. You stood watching him, averting your gaze from the band currently giving it their all on stage. He was hot you thought to yourself, and clearly very sure of who he was. He moved on to talk to another person who was closer to you, they began talking and you could just see him over the man’s shoulder, they both stood laughing, and his face lit up when he handed the man a flyer. you kept watching with intrigue when suddenly, he spotted you looking at him and that cheeky devilish smile appeared back on his face. He finished talking to the man he was currently having a conversation with, glancing at you in-between talking, like he wanted to see if you were still checking him out and since he had now noticed where you were standing, he made his move towards you.

“Hey beautiful, you come here often?” He smiled.

You laugh out a response at the weak chat up line. “I do… But I have never seen you here before.”

“I am Mary… My bands Repugnant, we are headlining tonight’s show.” He said puffing out his chest to make himself look good. “You look good by the way, very pretty” he smiled with his eyebrows raised and your cheeks flushed red, before you knew it you were both talking about your favourite subject, music. You were both laughing at your similar tastes and how much going to these shows meant a lot to you both because you both loved the death metal scene you were both drawn to.  You both stood talking for a while until Mary noticed one of his band mates gesturing to him to come over.

“I have got to go; we go on soon but are you going to be hanging around after the show? I will buy you another drink” He smiles at you with another devilish grin that leaves you wondering what was going through his mind.

“It depends on how good you are on stage…  I guess.” you smile back, laughing at your own sarcasm.

“I guess, I’ll see you after my set then…” He laughs, cocky as well as headstrong. It looked good on him.

The band on stage finishes and you see the techs setting up the stage during turn around, you don’t see Mary again until his bands intro begins to play. You can feel butterflies flying around your stomach at a million miles an hour, you were intrigued to see him on stage. After all he had made his band sound awesome, He was hot as fuck too… Why wouldn’t you be?

The stage went black as the introduction played out, you could hear the rustle of the crowed as the energy began to build in the room and then suddenly, the band members appeared on stage bathed in red light. All you could hear was the sound of people cheering around you as Mary took the lead. The sound was powerful, captivating, drawing the audience in and wrapping them up in the band’s performance, Mary began letting out screams that could have summoned Satan himself. You liked their strong presence on stage, they did not stand back in the dark. Even though the lighting was dark and dull you could feel the energy ripping through your body as they played and Mary, well Mary looked like he could have been an angel in the body of the devil himself and he more than intrigued you at this point. The lights flash, the drums and guitar pounding to the beat and Mary’s voice echoed through the venue. You could feel your core getting wet as you watched him taking command of the stage, he was good at what he did, he had every right to be that cocky shit he seemed to be when you talked.

You stood at the back your gaze firmly on him, and then he let out a deafening scream... His gaze shifted upwards from his guitar, looking for yours finding you instantly as he let the scream rip through him. Again, showing you his cocky side. You bite your lip, hardly able to control his intense stare and his screams at the same time. He was making you melt, and he could see it. How could he miss it?

They played their hour-long set, and You enjoyed every moment of it, but your underwear did not enjoy it as much as you did. You were wet, you could feel the wetness forming in your panties. The excitement from the show was clear, and you knew that he could tell how excited he made you. It was written across his cocky face as he looked at you with purpose. He wanted you, and he could tell you wanted him too.

After they had finished playing you made your way to the bar and ordered another drink, you stood waiting, thinking if hanging around is the right choice. As you stood nursing your drink, you lost track of everything around you and stood in your own thoughts, but you were quickly pulled from that when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turn around to see a sweaty Mary looking at you with a smile on his face. His face paints now smeared all over his face, He looked even hotter the messier he got.

“I told you you wouldn’t leave…” he laughed. You smiled at him, nudging him. “You're so cocky Mary…” you laugh back at him.

“But you like that about me, don’t you? He grinned and without pausing he continued “Why don’t we get out of here? I have a few hours before I need to be back for the bus... We are playing some other city tomorrow.”

You look at him trying to figure him out and decided to throw caution to the wind, what did you have to lose? Nothing. It was not often you were adventurous; it was not often you let your hair down.

“Okay” you looked at him and smiled. You finished your drink and you and Mary head for the venue door. “I know a little bar around the corner we could hangout in. it’s quiet, and the jukebox is impressive.” You say to him with a smile.

As you both head out the venue door, Mary grabs your arm and pulls it into his tucking it under his arm. “So, this bar… You say its quiet, how quiet?” he askes curiously, you smile back at him wondering what he was he was planning for you both. “It’s normally pretty dead, I’m sure we could most likely grab a booth in the corner” you say to him with a little smug smile. “Great, I want you all to myself” He responds. Just him saying that sends a shock of warmth through your core. You can’t tell if he’s teasing or if he’s being truthful, your mind wonders too what you could both get up to in the next few hours alone with each other.

Arriving at the bar Mary opens the door for you, watching you intently as you smile at him as you enter the bar area. It was just as you thought, it was quiet, just a few people around. “You go grab us a booth, I’ll get us drinks. Make sure we are alone! I don’t want us to be disturbed” Mary says to you with an evil grin. You sit down in the corner booth; nobody can see you both from here and you were pretty sure that nobody would bother you. It wasn’t long until Mary appeared with drinks for you both and he slid into the booth next you and without even a thought he placed his hand on your knee. You both sat discussing the tour his band are currently on, and Mary was telling you how well it was going and that he felt like a big change was coming, like something might finally be happening for them. You smile sweetly at him, you could tell he was proud of his music, you could tell it was his passion as he told you all about it. His face glowed when he spoke about his music, and it was electric. It wasn’t long until his attention was fully turned to you, and the hand on your lap was moving closer and closer to your core. You didn’t stop him; you just went with the flow. It felt good to feel his hands on you, to feel the heat from his hands, and he looked at you with purpose every time your eyes locked. Like he was going to take you and make you his, and you would happily oblige him.

You move your leg onto his lap, and you move in closer to him, he was radiating warmth and you felt yearning for him. He felt like a warm blanket that you just wanted to wrap around you. You give him a sultry look, looking at him to close the gap between you both. He cupped your face with his free hand, leaning in to kiss you but he didn’t… he stopped right before your lips met and he just held you there... you could feel the tension building between you both as you could both feel the warm breath of the other on each other’s lips. “You’re so pretty, such a pretty girl” he whispered to you as he held your face to his... your eyes both never leaving the other. He broke the gaze with a lick, licking your soft lips instead of kissing them. All you could do was bite your lip back at him, the teasing was becoming too much for you, your flushed cheeks said it all.

“Mm... You taste good…” he whispers to you.

“Mary, stop teasing…” you smile at him.

“Tell me what you want then pretty girl?” he replied.

“You, Mary.” your confession echoing in your ears.

He closes the gap, kissing you hard and sliding his tongue into your mouth... just enough to let you taste him as your tongues intensely dance with each other. His hand moves to the back of your head, and you move your head back allowing him to kiss you deeper, harder. He pulls your hair, letting you know that you’re his tonight. It wasn’t long until that hand on your lap decides to wander closer to your core, his hands reaching your panties and he can feel your heat growing “You’re so wet for me already… Naughty girl” He hums in your ear but by this point all you wanted to do was be on top of him, under him or anyway else he wanted you. He begins to rub circles through your panties, your core instance wanting his. You kiss him harder as you use your foot on his lap to rub circles on his crotch through his jeans, he was hard, ready, primed for you and you could feel him growing harder the longer you both sat teasing one another.

“Fuck, you’re driving me insane… What am I supposed to do with this” he laughs at you, his gaze looking down at his pants. His hard cock fully formed and pressing hard against his tight jeans.  

You just smile at him. “Follow me” you whisper to him cheekily. You got to your feet and adjusted your dress and walked firmly across the bar to where the bathrooms were. Mary could see where you were heading and followed you slowly behind with a look of wanting written across his face... like a pray animal stalking its victim.

You enter the bathroom and stood by the sinks looking into the mirror as Mary walked in behind you. You hear the click of the door, As Mary found the lock. He stood at the door, just watching you in the mirror. Your breathing heightened from the excitement; your gazes met through the mirror on the wall. It only took him two steps to reach you, he stood behind you while you still faced the mirror. He pushed your hair out of the way and buried himself into your neck, Kissing, biting… a moan slips from your lips, and you can tell this is going to heat up quickly, that this was going to be instance and you expected nothing less from him.  He lifts your dress while his face is still buried into your neck, he slaps your ass and gives it hard squeeze, pushing you against the sink you stood in front of just so he can squeeze that bit harder. His name slips from your breathless lips, and he stops and looks at you in the mirror.

“Do you want me pretty girl? Do you want me to fuck you? You’ve made me so hard that I can promise you it will be rough. Tell me you want me?” he whispered into your ear, still biting, and nipping you as he hushed out words to you.

“Mary…. I want you Mary… please”.

That was all he needed to hear, and his hand reached around in front of you, pulling up your dress to reveal your panties, he slapped your ass again...

 “Take them off…” he grunted at you.

You slowly pull down your panties, and Mary huffed, too impatient to wait and began to help you pull them down. You step out of them and return to looking in the mirror at him, he looks at you and grins and you smile back at him, your sultry eyes piercing into him.

He reaches around the front of you, finding your mound... using his two middle fingers to open you up for him “You’re so wet, So wet for me. Urgh, you’re so fucking hot… How am I supposed to leave you after this?” he whispers in your ear as he begins to circle your clit using his thumb. You moan at how responsive his fingers are, pushing yourself back into him, feeling his hard cock through his jeans on your rear... rubbing yourself onto him as he circles your clit, adding pressure, just enough for you to feel your slick becoming all too much. You stop and turn yourself around to face him, you needed him desperately and without a second thought your hands were on the button of his jeans... pulling them open as you both fall into a deep kiss. His cock sprang free, and Mary moaned against your lips at his newfound freedom. You reach between you both, finding his cock and begin to play with him... breaking your kiss to lick your hand, you put your hands around him and begin to play with him. His lips return to yours as he moans through as you begin to find a pace that keeps him on the edge of wanting you.

“Urghhh… turn around, turn around I want to fuck you” he moaned into your mouth. You turn around again, watching him in the mirror as he kisses into your neck. “Bend over pretty girl… I’m going to fuck you so hard” he instructs you. You lean onto the sink, pushing your butt into him, feeling his hard cock pushing against you. You watch him as he begins to line himself up to you, and within what felt like an eternity, he pushed into you… your eyes rolling back into your head as he stretches you out, your back arching as you finally feel the fullness of his cock inside you. “Fuck… you’re so tight, you feel so good...” He whispers to you. He begins to move, thrusting with purpose, thrusting hard… making you moan and cry out his name as his cock hits your sweet spot. All that can be heard in the bathroom is the echoing slaps as he pounds himself into you. He gathers up your hair, and pulls it, pulling your head up to meet his gaze in the mirror “Watch me, you slut... watch me fuck you”. Your eyes meet his, watching him move with purpose as he bites his lip, chasing his own orgasm. “Spread your legs, wider, play with yourself” he instructs you one more.  You move your hand to your core, finding your clit and you thumb circles into yourself, getting rougher and rougher as your orgasm builds, matching Mary’s pace.

“Mary… Mary... I’m going to cum” you echo out to him.  “No, No, you wait for me little slut…”  He continues to move, hard and fast... and then he stops. Dropping your hair and pulling out of you, you moan at the loss of him, he turns you around to face him and kisses you deep as he picks you up, placing you onto the sink. “Spread your legs baby, wide” you oblige, not wanting to waste time, not wanting to lose the chase you were building, and he pushes back into you... your body shuddering against his as you feel him enter you deep... you could feel the heat radiating off him as your bodies press together and he begins to drill into you again... “I’m close baby, so close” he whispers into your ear. You run your hands through his hair as you hold onto him, every nerve ending in your body was reacting to him. Your orgasm so close that you didn’t think it was possible to stop yourself from letting go any more “Mary, Mary… I’m going to cum, please, can I? I don’t think I can… wait any longer Mary” you whisper to him.  He looks at you, with a devilish grin, his eyes saying everything you needed him to say... He pounds faster, hitting your sweet spot over and over as your orgasm builds and you feel your whole-body shudder and as your core tightens against him as you let go... “Fuck… baby... urghhh” He whispers at you as your orgasm races through you, milking him for everything he has. You feel him stiffen against you, his body letting go, spilling himself into you as he collapses against you. You both stand there for a while, catching your breath as you can feel him coming down from his orgasm. You both saw stars, it was intense. He lifts his head up, peeling himself off your shoulder and he looks at you with a smile. “Fuck, you’re so hot” he says to you slapping your thigh, you run his hands through your hair and give him a kiss on the forehead. He pulls out of you, and you moan at the loss between your legs as you feel him spilling out of you and your eyes meet again. Another dirty smile from him.  He walks into the stall and cleans himself up, putting his cock back into his ripped jeans... he retrieves wipes for you… “Open your legs for me baby…” he says to you and cleans you up, picking up your panties from the floor and returning them around you.

“Let’s go…” He looks at you. “I don’t have long until I need to be back at the bus” You look at him with a little sad smile, and he leans into hug you as you put his hair back into place. He picks you up off the side and returns you to your standing position as you pull your dress back into its place. You leave the bathroom first and return to your booth. Mary follows, stopping by the bar to get you both drinks and slides back into the booth next to you. You rest your head onto his shoulder as you both drink still catching your breath from your bathroom escapades. Mary pulls his phone from his pocket, 3 missed calls. You watch him as he texts, placing your hand on his lap as he replies to his missed messages. He throws the phone on the table with a smile and kisses you on the forehead as you both sit together in the company of the other. No words needed, just sharing the afterglow of your time together.  “Look, I need to go...” He says to you, you look at him and smile... “Can I see you again?” he asks. You sit up and take his phone from the table and put in your number. “Text me later” you say to him as you hand him back his phone.  He smiles at you and puts his phone back into his pocket. He leans in and gives you a deep kiss, one that was meant to cause wanting, a want that successfully achieved its purpose sending your stomach to fill you with butterflies at his touch.  Breaking the kiss “I’ll text you later then” He smiled pulling himself to his feet, and taking one more look at you before walking off into the night…

#ghost fandom #ghost #ghost fanfiction #ghost bc #the band ghost #ao3 fanfic #fanfic #mary goore #band ghost #smutty fanfiction #smutty smut smut #mary goore x reader #repugnant

[beneathstarryskies]

Petty Games (Vegeta x fem!reader)

Word Count: 1,165

Summary: Vegeta wakes up after a rather provacative dream feeling a little bit frisky. Unfortunately, the intended late-night roll in the sheets turns into a petty challenge. And Vegeta can't turn down a challenge.

A/N: HERE I AM WITH ANOTHER UNREQUESTED DBZ FIC! LOOK AT ME GO! (if you wanna blame someone, blame Bacon. she created this monster.)

In the still of the night, Vegeta reaches for you. His skin feels hot with desire and the last remnants of his provocative dream fade from his mind. One strong arm hooks around your waist to pull you against his chest. The need growing in his gut urges him forward, and the haze of sleepiness makes it impossible to resist.

His hips rut against your plump ass as his greedy hand stretches out along your abdomen. His cock drags along your folds, for the first time you stir in your sleep.

“Vegeta,” you whimper at the same time you wiggle your hips.

“Be still, woman,” he growls.

His hand moves between your thighs, finding your clit with ease. In your sleepy state, you don’t hesitate to let out a series of sighs and moans. With the head of his cock pressed against your entrance and his skilled fingers rubbing your clit, you find yourself in an uninhibited bliss. The juices of your arousal drip out of you onto Vegeta’s cock. He begins easing himself inside of you, a groan rumbles in his chest as your tight walls flutter around him.

“Feels so good,” you murmur.

With one more slow thrust, he’s sheathed inside of you fully. Your hips wiggle against him, urging him to move despite the burning stretch of your walls around him. His hand drags away from your clit to hold your hips still. A desperate whine leaves your throat as you try to buck against him, only for Vegeta to tighten his grip on you.

“Stop it, woman,” he warns you.

“I want you to fuck me.”

“I am the prince of all Saiyans,” he reminds you. “If I wish to stay like this all night long I will do it.”

A dark chuckle rattles from your throat. Something you rarely do is challenge his authority, but something about being woken up like this made you feel bolder. Or perhaps it was the hope of getting under his skin so he’ll fuck you senseless.

“You couldn’t even handle this all night long,” you retort.

You’re met by a slap on your ass and a harsh growl, “Of course I can. You’re the one who will be begging before the night is through.”

“We’ll see about that,” you laugh again and make a big show of settling against your pillow. You pull the blanket back over your body.

Vegeta scoffs but his hand settles on your hip. His face nuzzles against your shoulder like it always does when he’s getting ready to fall asleep. And he’s still despite the pressure in his gut growing from the surge of desire he feels.

You lay like this in the dark with his cock stuffed in your pussy, and his arm draped around you. His warm breath flows across your bare skin. Under different circumstances, it would be rather pleasant, but Vegeta is tense with every flutter of your walls.

“Ready to give in yet?” you ask after what feels like an hour.

“Tch, no. A Saiyan prince does not ‘give in’ to petty women.”

“Fine.”

You shift your position slightly, his length dragging against your walls. He grunts and digs his fingertips into your hips. He’s going to leave marks before the night is through. A smirk tugs at your lips.

“Don’t tease. This was your ridiculous challenge,” he scoffs.

“Which you accepted,” you remind him. “Besides, I was only adjusting.”

He scoffs again. A few moments later he moves his leg hooks around yours, pushing his cock deeper inside of you as he adjusts his position.

“Vegeta,” you whine.

“Tch. I was only adjusting.”

“Mhm,” you hum.

Vegeta’s will turned out to be ridiculously strong. The two of you laid in silence for hours before you feel the heaviness of sleep tugging at your eyes again. Having Vegeta inside of you, holding you close to his warm body was so soothing even if it wasn’t under great circumstances. Slowly your desire to keep up this fight dissipates. Your eyes slowly close and within a few moments, you’re sleeping soundly.

Vegeta listens to your steady breathing, and finds himself growing weary of this pettiness as well. He buries his face into your hair, breathing in your scent deeply. A fresh pang of longing hits his core. He just wants to have you writhing beneath him. The thought stirs him to hrust shallowly into you, letting out a small sigh at the relief he feels with just one thrust. Although you still sleep, your body still reacts to him moving inside of you. Your walls clench around his cock, and your hips shift closer to him. A cute little mewling sound comes from your slightly parted lips. He thrusts again, but has to stop himself as the desire to begin pounding into you creeps over his muscles.

Your hips wiggle again as you wake up again, “Please just fuck me.”

Vegeta presses you onto your stomach and positions himself over you, “I could have waited.”

“I don’t care anymore,” you whine. “I need you so bad.”

“Good girl,” he growls.

He pulls out until his leaking cockhead is barely nestled at your entrance, and then he thrusts into you roughly. He no longer wants to wait. Without hesitation, he begins pounding into you. He gathers your hair into a makeshift ponytail to tug your hair.

“Fuck yes,” you whine. “Feels so good.”

He presses his other hand on your back to keep you in place, “You take my cock so well.”

His cock drags repeatedly against your g-spot sending shocks of pleasure in your core. Your clit gets stimulation from the constant movement against the mattress. It feels so good you cry out his name without regard for any sleeping neighbors.

“Good girl,” he grunts. “Tell everyone who is making you feel so good!”

The steadily building dam of pleasure finally breaks. You cry out and your toes curl as your orgasm crashes over you. Vegeta is soaked in the juices of your arousal, and your walls clench around him so hard to try to milk him.

With a few more hard thrusts, Vegeta cums deep inside of you. A deep growl rumbling in his chest as strings of hot cum line your walls. Finally, he pulls out of you. He sits back on his knees and watches his cum leak out of you with a satisfied smirk.

By now the sun is starting to come up, shining through the window in streams of gold. Before Vegeta has time to say anything, you’re sleeping again. He shakes you softly to wake you again.

“Let’s get cleaned up,” he suggests.

“So sleepy,” you whine.

“You reap what you sow,” he reminds you. “Come now.”

With a heavy sigh, you pull yourself out of bed and follow him to the bathroom where he starts the shower. Although the night would catch up with you as the day wore on, you couldn’t find it in yourself to regret it.

#vegeta #vegeta smut #vegeta x fem!reader #vegeta x reader #vegeta x you #vegeta x y/n #dbz fan fiction #dbz vegeta #dragon ball z #dragon ball

[morallygreyyn]

☽𝓻𝓾𝓵𝓮𝓼☾

hey! I’m heather and welcome to my anime fantasies! a lot of posts on this blog will have elements of questionable behaviour as I do like to write morally grey people so bear that in mind when requesting a villain or a morally grey character! not much is off limits! all nsfw posts will feature a domme reader and even some sfw posts will have domme reader elements!

will not be accepting requests sent straight through to my dms! only accepting requests that go to my inbox! dms are for chats only! any request that is sent via dm will be ignored!

Rules are below the character list!

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Haikyū!!

- Oikawa Tooru

- Kageyama Tobio

- Kozume Kenma

- Kuroo Tetsuro

- Goshiki Tsutomu

- Tendo Satori

- Akaashi Keji

- Miya Atsumu

- Miya Osamu

- Suna Rintaro

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

Boku no Hero Academia

- Bakugo Katsuki

- Kaminari Denki

- Todoroki Shoto

- Tamaki Amajiki

- Shinsou Hitoshi

- Dabi

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

Hunter x Hunter

- Illumi Zoldyck

- Hisoka Marrow

- Kurapika Kurta

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

One Piece 

only on the fishman island arc so this list will probably grow

- Sanji

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・

Twisted Wonderland

- Riddle Rosehearts

- Azul Ashengrotto

- Jade Leech

- Jamil Viper

- Vil Schoenheit

- Rook Hunt

- Divus Crewel

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

Obey Me!

- Leviathan

- Belphagor

- Satan

- Barbatos

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domme readers (come get y’all crumbs)

fluff, angst, smut - pretty much all genres tbh

omegaverse (alpha readers and omega characters only)

nekoverse  (human readers and neko characters only)

what I will write and are requestable: one-shots, headcanons, another part of an existing post of mine

what I will write but are unrequestable: SMAUs, multiple chapter series

kinks that I’m comfortable with writing

blood, gore, yandere (reader only)

female and gender neutral readers

any morally grey shit 

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submissive readers - absolutely will not do this, no exceptions. there is far too much on tumblr and everywhere else already. nsfw posts on this blog are purely for my domme readers who just want to top our favourite anime boys (can you tell I’m petty lol)

fem/reader pregnancy / trying to get pregnant - I don’t like kids so I won’t do it

pedophilila

daddy kinks and foot fetishes

male readers

ships - I’m not a shipper myself and I’m not a fan of the shipping community so I won’t write for it

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please specify when requesting whether you’d like gender neutral or fem reader! default gender will be female unless specified otherwise!

please do not request a character who is not on this list - i will not write for them and will most likely ignore your request!

please be polite when requesting! I am under no obligation to complete a request I don’t like but I will try my best to complete all requests

there will be times when I have to go on hiatus due to burnout so please understand when that happens that I won’t be able to write

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[hamliet]

The Witcher 2.0

Or a huge fan of the books who also kinda likes the show finally finished the second season and will thus share her somewhat disjointed and utterly unrequested thoughts.

I think the second season overall is stronger than the first, because it came across as more cohesive (especially starting from about episode 3-4). The character arcs came across quite tightly-constructed, and the relationships felt more natural. (Yennefer and Jaskier’s friendship was a highlight, as was Fringilla and Cahir’s siblingesque rivalry). 

The first two episodes I think struggled to recapture the magic of the books--they felt very heavy and lacking in the joy aspect (I mean, it’s a very dark adult fantasy series, but the books still have an undercurrent of magic and humor to them that I felt like was... lacking in the first two episodes; fortunately the rest captured it again). 

They clearly took liberties with the source material, but for the most part I think the changes worked better for the medium of a show. 

Changes that worked: 

Yennefer meeting Cahir 

In the books, Yen never meets Cahir, which is a shame since Yennefer-Hansa interactions are things I crave in my soul. Having Yen meet Cahir here worked well because it emphasized a narrative parallel between Vesemir-Geralt-Ciri and Tissaia-Yennefer-Cahir as generations. Vesemir and Tissaia are flawed parental figures who really want to do the best for their “children” (Geralt and Yennefer) but don’t quite gather how that translates into how Geralt should treat his daughter, Ciri, and how Yennefer should treat her could-have-been-son Cahir. They emphasize that Geralt and Yen should prioritize themselves and their wellbeing, ignoring that who Geralt and Yen want to be is good parents who prioritize their children because that’s what parents do. It sets up interesting foiling between Tissaia and Yen, Vesemer and Geralt. 

What works less well, however, is Cahir’s age. In the books, Cahir is ~4 years older than Ciri, and they have parallel arcs and a potential brief romantic connection later on. Eamon Farron is in many ways the perfect Cahir (and super talented and hot), and he does a great job playing Cahir as immature/more his book age of teenager who dreams of being a knight in shining armor but has no idea how to actually be a hero (for example, in the show, when Cahir returns to Niflgaard, he throws a fit insisting that he won’t wait in line, argues with Fringilla in a rather bratty way, etc). However, the beard was just--listen i KNOW he’s been in prison but it made it impossible not to see the age difference between the actors, when in the books the age difference is basically nothing at all. It confused the framing because he and Yennefer seemed more like equals rather than Yennefer as a mother. 

Emhyr-Duny's reveal

In the books, Emhyr’s true identity as Duny isn’t revealed until the very last book, and significantly through the book, too. The reveal is well set up (there are enough clues to where I had worked out that Emhyr was somehow connected to Duny--I thought he was Duny’s father, so Ciri’s grandfather). 

The way the show set it up, though, I quite liked that they chose to reveal it here. I think it fit with the emphasis on Ciri moving on from her past (well, kind of) and added another parallel to the idea of what parents want for their children contrasting with the reality that children are people, not things. We see the tragedy of what that objectifying line of thinking leads to in Francesca’s baby being murdered, and we know that if all these people--Voleth Meir, Nilfgaard, the justified elves wanting a savior, even the well-intentioned Vesemir wanting Ciri to become a witcher--try to force Ciri to be what they want, it will kill her, too. 

What potentially works less well, though, is what Emhyr revealing publicly that Ciri is his daughter will do. In the books, Emhyr doesn’t even want Ciri to know, because he wants to marry her (yes it’s supposed to be gross). He does marry an imposter eventually after letting his daughter go. I am curious how they will adjust Emhyr’s motivation in the show--does he not want to marry her here? Because that’s kind of important to the story. Or will people just like, not care that it’s super gross? We’ll see. 

Vereena, Voleth Meir, and Ciri 

Overall the season did a fantastic job with parallels (Istredd and Triss as first love interests for Yennefer and Geralt respectively, who are lovely people but who aren’t quite in places where they can be Ciri’s parents or Yen or Geralt’s matches). One more I noticed is the framing of the first and last episode. 

In the first episode, Geralt kills Vereena when he perhaps did not need to. Vereena, like Voleth Meir and like Ciri, uses screams as a weapon, and Vereena is killed by a combination of the man who loved her and Geralt. The last episode has Geralt facing a similar choice, but this time he has to choose whether or not to kill the girl he loves as his daughter in Ciri (and his lover, Yennefer, as well). Yennefer chooses to make the choice to sacrifice herself rather than anyone else, and Ciri then saves them. 

It’s a motif through the season (and through the books): love hurts, but love also sets free. Vereena’s love for Nivellan sets him free from his curse, even though she does not survive it. True love, romantic, familial, or platonic, cannot control another person. Jaskier cannot control Geralt. Geralt cannot control Yennefer. Yennefer cannot control Ciri. Seeking to control is not love. 

Things I Have No Idea About 

Dara’s character is a bit odd to me, because obviously he’s a Netflix invention, but in the second season especially he feels far less naturally grafted in. What his endgame will be, I have no clue. It felt a little... poorly done this season. 

Cool Beats

Seeing all the cool kids cameo in the ending (Meve, Philippa) had me like yassssss. I’m dying to meet the other members of the Hansa, even if those probably won’t even be in season 3. I want to meet Milva already dammit. 

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[eberles]

Eight

Roope Hintz

prompt: buying them something unrequested because it made you think of them

a/n: i hope you guys are enjoying the series! here’s my taglist! kiitos, rakas = thank you, love

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you always held a special place in your heart for gift giving, it was one of your love languages. you always felt so warm and giddy inside giving someone a gift, especially a surprise gift.

when you went shopping today you weren’t looking for anything in particular at the thrift store. you always came to browse, hoping to find cheap clothes you can use to flip. but today you found the most perfect thing to give to roope, it was a sweatshirt. as if he didn’t already have enough.

the sweatshirt was a few years old, and it was made by a popular finnish brand, marimekko. roope always loved this brand, and seeing it in a second hand shop in dallas was too good to be true.

“babe?” you called upon walking into your home. you wondered to the living room where roope was playing video games, “i have something for you!”

“oh really?” roope paused the game, putting the controller down as you sat next to him. he smiled and leaned over to give you a hello kiss, which you gladly accepted.

“here, look!” you shoved the bag at him, roope chuckled at your excitement about the gift. he took the bag from you, pulling the sweatshirt out slowly and opening it up to look at the design on the front. “it made me think of you.”

“kiitos, rakas.” roope said very little, but his reactions said a lot. the large smile spread across his face as he admired the fabric showing his appreciation. he cupped your cheeks pulling you in for another kiss, it was warm and full of love. roope’s thumbs caressing your cheeks delicately and your hands fisted the t-shirt he was wearing pulling him closer.

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[justformyself2]

P.S I Love You (p3)

Hi guys, how are you doing? I hope the quarentine life is treating you well, let’s be brave, save lifes and read some fanfics while we at it, right? Welcome to part three. I hope you all enjoy ♥

The Rom-Com Writing Challenge is brought to you by my dear creative friend @lullabieswrappedinlies​. As the title says, this is inspired by - the great at making me cry hard movie- ‘P.S. I Love You.’ if you haven’t seen it, go see it before you read this

BEFORE YOU JUMP IN BE ADVISED:

.This series contains spoilers from the movie P.S. I LOVE YOU.

. Pairing: Reader x John Krasinski.

. (Y/M/N) stands for ‘your mother’s name’

. Parts in italic means memories.

.It contains strong language.

.It contains angst and grieve.

. IF you want you can read this along with the amazing soundtrack from the movie CLICK HERE

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 JOHN'S POV.

Gerry pats my back as if he just told me I had to work an extra shift, but he is not (Y/M/N), and I can't react casually.

"John?"

He calls, devoid of ceremonies as if we already had this routine, and makes an invitation move for me to join him on the varnished red table, and I do, for the main reason of making him rewind the words.

I walk the walk and take a chair in front of him.

"Can you please repeat what you said?"

I go back to the kitchen, leaving her with the TV for a while. She asked for water, and somehow I can't find cups and can't stop walking in circles around this suffocating kitchen, murmuring the phrase 'Gerry was wrong, he was wrong.' under my breath like a lunatic.

"Are you okay?" 

I turn around, and she is leaning against the wall.

"Yeah, yes, yes."

I try to breathe between the repetitions, feeling like I've lost some of the control over myself, and I wasn't myself with her walking around this apartment, haunting me as Gerry did, what caused the expected concerned look on her face for a moment.

"Okay, triple confirmation."

I could feel the hotness in my hands, and with that, the unrequested wetness starting to form.

"I don't function very well in the heat."

She giggles and stupid weather talk saves me for now.

"I will get you the water. I just need to find the cups." I turn around spotting, the earlier invisible cups on the dish rack above the sink. "Right there."

I go to them, with the feeling of stupidity over my shoulders.

"John, can I ask you something?"

                                                                            (Y/N) POV.

He turns the cups up, placing them on the counter slowly, and nods at you before opening the small beige fridge under the dark wooden cabinets. He inclines the torso and grabs a glass jar that seemed too recently filled and not cold enough.

"You and Gerry got pretty close when he was...You know." You breathe in and continue. "Do you know anything about these letters?"

John is pouring the water in the cups, and besides that, he doesn't move a muscle.

"No, I really don't."

Putting the water jar back into the fridge, he then takes a bag of ice out. It makes a cracking sound against the sink, he rips the bag with the help of a knife, looking impatient.

"It is okay if you do. It is not Mark, that's for sure."

You laugh, but he is still quiet while putting the ice cubes on both cups. 

The most unusual feeling hits your core, hard, there was no way to miss it, and it is easily discernible.

John hands you the cup with a condescending smile. Your fingers touch slightly; the cold glass refreshes your palm.

"You know. I love Gerry. I'll always will. He was romantic, charming, but awful at poetry. I mean, he had this band back in Ireland, but his friend, Shawn, was to one who wrote all the songs. Writing about his feelings wasn't his thing, I have all the birthday and anniversaries cards to prove it."

You laugh to yourself and watch John start to gulp the water aggressively as you continue the thought.

"I know he told not to get stressed about how the letters were coming, but yesterday I was reading the letters before bed. I realized only some of them have PS: I love you on it, and only some of them have words I know Gerry wouldn't use, ever."

He finishes the liquid in less than a minute, using the back of his hand to wipe his lips while avoiding eye contact, which only made you annoyed.

"John." You called, his eyes shift for a second towards you, blinking twice.

"You can call me crazy, but did you wrote some of the letters?"

                                       JOHN’S POV.

"Listen. I know this is full of good intentions, but someday the letters will stop coming, and when they do, what will she do?"

Gerry reclines on the seat, and for a moment, I let myself get fooled by the idea of putting his mind on the right track.

"I know, but I'm only doing this because I have a reason to take a leap of faith here."

I sigh. My hands were unquiet. I untangle my hair back, feeling an enormous amount of overwhelming frustration.

"And what is that reason?"

"You."

Complete quietness resides between us, although I wanted to say some words back at him, mimicking the same lack of ceremony with which he approaches everything.

"Tell me you're joking."

Gerry smiles, but not at me.

"Good afternoon, guys. What can I get you?"

A John C. Reilly look-alike appears with a notepad on my right.

"Two beers, please." Is Gerry's order.

"I'm not drinking in the middle of the day, dude." I protest, and his eyes roll back.

"I'll have them. If there is a God, he knows how much I need it." 

"So, only two beers?" John C. Reilly asks. Gerry's eyes brighten up and squint towards him.

" You look like someone." The waiter heavy sighs and I breathe out, avoiding eye contact with both of them. It is when I noticed through the large windows heavy dark clouds spreading in the sky.

"I will get your order now."

He rushes out, and Gerry laughs, pointing his thumb at the poor man, who was probably disgracing both of us right now.

"I swear to god, can't get his name straight right now." He starts to snap his fingers towards me, like asking for a plus one on his guessing game, and for a moment, I envy how fast he could get adrift from things, that are just not only things but people, (y/n).

"Gerry, can we talk? Actually, talk about this, not get drunk, not get distracted. I know this is hard-."

"You don't, you really don't, unless you are on this seat; You just want to be nice about it, and that is okay. You are the good guy, and you do good things, but sorry if I need a couple of beers to get forward with it. This is not me taking out on the fact that I'm dying. I just need to drink."

He inclines over the table, spreading his hands under his chest. For some odd reason, my mind traces back to the day when (Y/N) appeared at the bar, hyperventilating, throwing the umbrella on the ground, with desperation written all over her face. 

It was raining heavily that day, and the news couldn't stop reporting about the flood on the subways stations. I turned the TV off immediately when she burst through the door, falling into (Y/M/N) arms like a child and sobbed aggressively while we tried to figure out what to do. That was the day I knew about Gerry's fate.

"Look. I know what I'm doing sounds in a way, bad for her, but what I'm counting on you to be there because I know-.'' He stops, closing his eyes for a second, suddenly I feel heavy, and still can't anticipate what could be coming from him.

"I know you and her, had a thing before we meet-."

"Oh no, no, no, no-." I cut him straight, wanting to leave, even with the dark clouds threatening to get me on the way, above.

"Shut up, okay, be a grown-up about it and let me finish."

He breaths out.

"I need your help with the letters because you are good at writing and being a poet or whatever you did in college. (Y/N) loves this stuff, and I want the letters to be special, and I want you to be involved in the process, help her to recover. When I'm gone, she is going to need... good people around her, who... loves her."

"Gerry, please."

He ignores me.

"It is going to be her choice in the end, okay? but I only trust you because if you love her enough to see her every day with me and not interfere, then you love her enough to do this. I know I'm twisting the knife, I'm sorry, but she will need you. Of course, she has her mom, who I don't know if it is happy or sad that I'm going to die, and her friends, who will eventually move on, while she is going to feel left behind, she will need someone new, but also someone who knows her, who was always there."

My stomach tosses and turns, and I don't want to trust my senses.

"I thought a long time about this. I can't be selfish; I literally don't have the time. I want (Y/N) to be happy; just see this as a blessing because I rather be you than anyone else, and I have a motive, believe me. Just promise me you will take care of her. Come on! are you denying a dying man his last wish?"

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[sweet-teeth-mfs]

Sweet Teeth Season 4

Boys with Love

Also known as the Long Season™️ because oh my goodness, did it take a long (seven months) time!! Drawing from a request list over 50 requests long, this season brought comedy, drama and pure, filth-laden smut in equal measure.  

Completed Requests:

BTS

My Bad (345 words.) There seems to have been a communication error between you and Hobi (soft!Daddyseok)  

Good Boy Jungkook (447 words.) All Kookie wants is to please his Noona.

Daddy Jungkook? (436 words.) Jungkook wants to prove a point...and the belt around your neck is just the first step. 

R Rated RKive (639 words.) Dom!Joon’s got you hot on his desk, but who’s that watching from the shadows?

Birthday Treats (1388 words.) Yoongi/Jimin fic where the reader & Jimin treat Yoongi to a birthday submission session (includes pegging, blindfolds, restraints).

Soft Studio Suga (375 words.) Soft fic where Yoongi encourages you to fall asleep on his lap whilst he works.

Jimin Gets Pegged (522 words.) Only Jimin would be concerned about you coming whilst being treated to a pegging session…  

Come for Daddy (751 words.) Sexting w/ a teasing Papa!Joon

In Your Dreams (1575 words.) When Hoseok catches you moaning in your sleep he takes matters into his own hands. 

The Dancer (247 words.) Jungkook makes a bold offer whilst watching Jimin dance. 

The Three Stages of Pegging Jungkook (578 words.) Just like it says on the tin, this fic looks at Jungkook’s relationship once you bring The Strap™️ into the bedroom.  

House of Cards (4798 words.) ⭐️Yoongi, Jimin, Namjoon x Reader fic (with bonus Hobi!); what happens when poly!Daddy Namjoon invites his two closest friends round to play with you (long, explicit, and with triple pen & showersex) 

House of Cards 2: Daddies Need Love Too (1889 words.) Namjoon x Hoseok x Reader continuation of HOC series; what happens when Namjoon starts to doubt his past decisions. 

NCT 127

I told you! (1,103 words.) Taeyong/Johnny Seo threesome w/ face sitting.

Don’t Ruin the Sofa! (297 words.) Johnny was just a friend, but friends don’t fuck, right?

In Front of Your Eyes (563 words.) You and Taeil have been ‘friends’ for months, but how does he really feel?

Ride Me First (465 words.) Dom!Yuta wants you to come on his thigh first. 

Soft Serve: (1380 words.) Baby boy sub!Taeyong comes over all soft when you get on top. 

EXO

No Sympathy (175 words.) Jongdae’s feeling like a tease.

All Yours (197 words.) Up against the wall w/ Chanyeol.

Yes Boss! (396 words.) Boss Baekhyun teaches you a thing or two on his desk.

Eyes Wide Open (396 words.) Of course you love sitting on Chanyeol’s face, but there’s just one problem...

Daddy Chanyeol (1435 words.) Choking, degradation, anal, oral, dp, spitting, daddy/baby and a hell of a size kink make this fic decidedly NSFW. 

Blue Hour Aftercare (800 words.) Meant to be read after Daddy Chanyeol; you wake up early with one thing on your mind, but your bf Chanyeol has other plans... 

GUEST STARS

What’s cooking? (236 words.) Guest star Jay Park can’t wait, so you’re just going to have to fuck on the kitchen table. 

Tell Me How (376 words.) Guest star Daddy!Jay Park has you on display. 

Self care fics:

Emergency Yuta (569 words.) Soft sex w/ a devoted Yuta. 

Bonus Fics (Unrequested)

BONUS: Chanyeol buys a giant mirror, but why?

BONUS: Waking up to Taehyung

BONUS: Photographer!Johnny Seo 

BONUS: Chanyeol Headcanon: Baby Talk

BONUS: Soft!Dom Taeil 

Series:

Doyoung Summer: NSFW // 18+ series feat. NCT 127′s Doyoung, Taeyong, Yuta (& other guest stars 😘)

House of Cards: NSFW // 18+ au series feat. poly Namjoon/Hoseok x reader, w/ Yoongi & Jimin (extremely nsfw)

Parts: one / two 

 ❤️✨

#bts smut #exo smut #nct smut #request season 4 #mid season masterlist #masterlists #lists #sweet teeth mfs #here's where we're at so far friends #14 requests #out of er ...62 #we getting there #feel free to share

[hawkland]

Dear RarePair Creator

Thank you for offering one of my requests! I’m very excited to see what you will create, no matter which of my requested ships you go for.  It’s all under the cut.

General Likes:

Vacation/travel stories. Being unable to travel this past year+ thanks to covid-19 has me desperate to explore and live vicariously through my favorite characters! So I’d love a story involving travel to somewhere new (to them). It could be a romantic getaway/honeymoon trip to somewhere special - and I love it when an author “takes me” to a favorite city/place of their own. Or two friends just going on an escapade together, maybe one sensing the other needs some time away from a stressful situation or workplace.

Smutty likes: I love extended kissing scenes, frottage, light restraint play, sharing-one-bed-for-~reasons~-ooops-how-did-we-wake-up-cuddling, bathing/caretaking an injured partner-turns-erotic, desperate/reunion sex.

Canon-divergent AUs - I’m always good with fix-its, shifts in canon that only change one thing and see what happens next or instead.

Cooking & food as an act of caretaking/showing affection - I love it when a character tries to prepare a favorite meal for their loved one (whether they succeed or not!) Food as a symbol of love or desire, meals as a time for opening up/having heartfelt discussions, etc.

Hurt/comfort scenarios - caretaking, desperately trying to save a loved one, confessions brought on by altered states/fear of imminent death...love them all!

Wingfic - for any of my angel ships and requests. Love stories and art involving their wings - as erogenous zones, needing TLC after an injury or molting.

Do Not Wants:

A/B/O dynamics, mating heats. (I do like Supernatural fics that explore Castiel and the angels having bird-like behaviors and instincts, however.)

animal abuse/death

anything related to pregnancy/childbirth/kidfic

formalized BDSM relationships

scat/watersports

unrequested alternative-universe scenarios such as high school/mundane/genderswap/coffee shop/fantasy/etc. 

Completely sad endings/permanent character death or injury that isn’t part of canon

Rape/non-con between requested characters. Dubious consent is fine in situations like magic spells/possession/fuck-or-die, however.

SUPERNATURAL

Well, I’m a hopeless Casgirl if it’s not obvious from my requests. I just want my angel to be happy and get some of the love and affection he deserves.

Castiel/Indra (Supernatural) - This is kind of a silly one, but Indra the day-drinking playground guard was one of my favorite one-off angel characters. Poor guy stuck by his lonesome as Heaven is failing and not doing a good job of getting drunk. I kind of like the idea of Cas stopping by every once in a while just to talk to him, maybe try to get some gossip on Heaven but also simply for the company. Heck, maybe Cas drags him away for a little gay angel adventure! To show him he can have some fun on Earth too, beyond the play set (though, some kinky fun on the ladders and slide wouldn’t be a bad idea either.)

Castiel/Mick Davies (Supernatural) Castiel/Mick Davies/Dean Winchester (Supernatural)

Cas and Mick absolutely deserved at least a one-off hot sex fling. Or even something more than that? I’d love to see them working some kind of case together and Mick slowly getting Cas to open up and trust him. Give me an AU where Mick doesn’t die, or perhaps Cas visiting him in Heaven? (Could be post-canon when Jack has brought back Cas to help him, but before Dean dies?)

For the threesome, would love Mick somehow working on getting Dean to admit his feelings for Cas by setting up a situation for them to need to have sex all together. Or a fuck-or-die situation where Mick is perfectly happy to be in the middle of a Dean & Cas sandwich while Dean is freaking out over the whole thing.

Castiel/Mary Winchester (Supernatural) - watching season 12 gave me weird Mary/Cas vibes at times, I don’t even know. But maybe it’s something about them both being “displaced” individuals - Cas always struggling to understand human behavior and emotions, Mary struggling to figure out the modern world and how to be a mother to two now grown men. I’d enjoy something exploring that, or seeking mutual comfort during the time when Dean & Sam are in prison and seemingly lost to them.

Castiel/Benny Lafitte/Dean Winchester (Supernatural) - Can’t go wrong with Purgatory threesome smut, especially if there’s some jealousy and one-upmanship between Cas and Benny over Dean. It could have been fun seeing them interact post-Purgatory, too, maybe in an AU where Benny doesn’t end up dying/returning to Purgatory. Where it’s taken a long time for Cas to fully warm up to the vampire but eventually they find they have a lot in common besides loving Dean. (Both rejecting, to a large extent, who they are supposed to be as angel and vampire and instead choosing human connection?)

Anael/Castiel (Supernatural) - I like these two as casual (fallen) angel friends/fuck buddies. Just the idea that Cas has this one angel friend who is off doing her own thing, like he is, and they may not see eye-to-eye but they have a respect for each other’s choices and ways of doing things.  So I’d love a story where they’re maybe working some kind of case/investigation together and, oh yeah, just happen to have sex because they’re both lonely and enjoy the connection even if it isn’t anything super serious.  Alternatively, I wouldn’t mind something angsty set post 15x03 in the divorce arc—Cas goes to Anael when he’s at his lowest, maybe even hopeful that somehow she can help get Jack back? Or ease his pain? And it ends up turning into physical/sexual comfort.

Castiel/Rowena MacLeod/Sam Winchester (Supernatural) - I love the chaos twins Cas & Sam fucking around and finding out! And maybe needing Rowena to help them get out of some stupid bad sex/magic bind they’ve gotten themselves into. Or, Rowena and Sam are trying to work a spell together but they need a “special ingredient” that only an angel can provide...good thing they have their good buddy Cas around to help out...

CROSSOVER FANDOMS

Castiel (Supernatural TV)/Amenadiel (Lucifer Netflix)

This is one ship where I wouldn’t mind some bonding over being dads/kidfic surrounding Cas being Jack’s dad and Amenadiel being Charlie’s dad? Like, maybe they actually bond/work together as some dark force/being is crossing dimensions to kill nephilim? Otherwise any kind of situation where one gets transported to the other’s universe and is shocked by how different it is, and they grow closer while working to sort things out.

Castiel (Supernatural TV)/Lucifer Morningstar (Lucifer Netflix)

Cas gets stuck in Lucifer’s world and can’t believe this version of Luci is actually...kind of nice? Understanding of why Cas didn’t want to just be a soldier for Heaven but found his own way with humanity?

Castiel (Supernatural TV)/Dean Winchester (Supernatural TV)/Lucifer (Lucifer Netflix)

More universe hopping shenanigans. Maybe Cas & Dean are tying to summon their Lucifer to trap him (or to get something they need for a spell to locate/save  Jack from something)...and they end up with this other Lucifer instead? And he’s so charming and different they just can’t resist a little threesome fun. Or maybe Lucifer orchestrates to get Cas & Dean together via a threesome when he sees how much they’re pining for each other.

LAW & ORDER: SVU

John Munch/Odafin “Fin” Tutuola 

Munch/Fin is one of my eternal OTPs so I’m forever happy to see something new featuring them! I’m always good for procedural/case-fics where they get together, or their established relationship is/puts them in danger. And this is one request where I’d love to read some AU-Genre or setting shift, reimagining them in some other situation besides police work. I’ve always loved the idea of John hosting a conspiracy/weird news radio show or podcast, and Fin as someone completely skeptical but who gets wrapped up in one of John’s mysteries. Or John as the owner of a bar somewhere that Fin is one of his regulars, and over time their friendship unexpectedly develops/deepens into something more.

THE POLICE

Stewart Copeland/Sting (The Police) Stewart Copeland/Sting/Andy Summers (The Police)

Yeah I’ll always request these ships even though I know it’s a long shot to find anyone else as obsessed about them as I am. Really anything at all whatsoever would make me happy for Sting/Stewart or S/S/A: Reunion Tour-era fic, early punk days before they grew successful, soulmate AUs… (soulmate trio, anyone?)

I’d also love a spooky story where they’re on tour/on the road somewhere and end up in a haunted hotel. Or their tour bus/van breaks down in the middle of nowhere and they have to seek shelter in an abandoned house or farm or something…and supernatural weirdness ends up affecting them or bringing them together.

HOMICIDE: LIFE ON THE STREET

Kay Howard/John Munch (Homicide: Life on the Street)

Kay/John is another one of my longtime comfort OTPs; I just love them both so much and the fun contrast they present. Honestly H:LOTS is one of my all-time favorite television series, period, and I’m always happy to see more fic for it! I’d love any kind of case-fic/action-type scenario where one or both of them is injured or in danger. The stress of the situation leads to a confession of or acting on feelings. Another idea would be a post-series fic where perhaps Kay comes to New York, needing John’s help to solve an old cold case (or one that’s crossed state lines to NY). Now that they’re no longer working together they have a chance to explore feelings like they never had before?

This is a ship where I’d also definitely love that food-as-comfort trope, too: I tend to see Munch as someone who has a secret knack for being a good cook, so maybe he makes something special for Kay when she’s sick/recovering from something and it reveals a side of John she never knew or saw before.

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