#wanna tag as mask kink but too scared

[shin-city]

Damage Control [Katsuki Bakugo x Reader]

pairing: prohero!bakugo x sidekick!reader

genre: angst, fluff, smut

word count: 3.7K

tags: sexual content, oral sex (female & male receiving), praise kink, semi-public sex

a/n: well that’s one way to overcome your fear of elevators

~

“Fifty-thousand dollars in damages!” you reiterated to the fiery man in front of you, who made no effort to mask his indifference towards what you were saying to him. He didn’t even bother looking at you until you’d thrown the invoice from the city on his desk, offering you a stale, blank stare. That look usually served as your warning that you were on thin ice, but you were too agitated to heed it.

“Are you even listening to me right now, Bakugo?”

The blonde rolled his eyes before setting his brows into that signature frown. “It’d be damn hard not to with all the yelling you’re doing.”

You let out a sardonic laugh, not believing that him of all people had a problem with yelling. Working with him for so long was the reason you even yelled so much in the first place. “Well, don’t you have anything to say for yourself?”

Bakugo grunted lowly, glaring as you chastised him. He hated when you reprimanded him like this. He hadn’t put in all of that hard work over the years to become a pro hero, just to have to answer to others for his actions. Especially you- his sidekick. While he didn’t treat you as his lesser just because of your title (not as much as he used to, anyways), he still expected you to treat and speak to him respectfully.

“What do you want me to say? That I’m sorry?” he scoffed. “Just send the invoice to All Might; he’ll take care of it. He always does.”

“We can’t just keep expecting him to cover the costs of you being irresponsible. And even if we could, it isn’t just about the money. It doesn’t look good. What if you get in trouble with the Hero Public Safety Commission? What if your hero ranking goes down, or worse- you get demoted entire-”

Bakugo’s jaw clenched as he slammed a fist on his desk to shut you up, your body jumping and your eyes widening consequently. He didn’t mean to startle you so much, but he did relish in the submissive way you looked at him as a result.

“Do I pay you to bitch at me about how I look to the public?” he challenged.

You blinked at him, wondering what the hell he was talking about.

“Pay me? You don’t pay me anything! I’m your sidekick, not your publicist.”

“Exactly,” he retorted. “So why don’t you quit acting like one, and leave it to the people who are supposed to handle it- like a good little sidekick.”

This particular comment had you fuming, and he could tell as you stood there with your arms crossed and a frown on your flushing face.

Cute, he thought, before dismissing the rumination.

“My quirk is explosion,” Bakugo continued. “Shit is going to get blown up. If you don’t like it, then maybe you should’ve applied to work under a different hero. There are plenty of sidekicks who would kill for the opportunity to be where you are right now.”

He was only bluffing. He’d never say it to you, or even himself, but Bakugo wouldn’t want you working with another hero; nor would he want to work with another sidekick. His hero office had plenty, and yet he chose you. He always chose you. Though, clearly you weren’t confident in his loyalty to you, because his words had tugged at your heartstrings more than he intended.

It wasn’t like you only cared about how he looked to the public. You cared about him in general, which was why you were so hard on him about things like this, but clearly he didn’t realize that.

“M-maybe I should’ve!” you snapped, desperately hoping that he hadn’t seen the glint of moisture in your eyes. “I would’ve taken Izuku up on his offer if I’d known you’d be so difficult to work with!”

Bakugo blinked at you, his head tilting to one side as he registered what you’d said. Midoriya had asked you to be his sidekick after graduating from UA, and several more times after that. You’d never mentioned this to Bakugo before, and you were smart not to. Anything that had to do with your green-haired friend triggered Bakugo to some extent; which was why saying that was the perfect ammunition to retaliate his comment- even if you didn’t realize it.

“What the hell do you mean you would’ve ‘taken Izuku up on his offer’!” he called after you, but you were already turning on your heels, storming out of his office and toward the elevator. You hated taking the elevator, and on any other day you would’ve taken the stairs; but at that moment you needed to get as far away from Katsuki Bakugo as fast as you could. You weren’t sure you’d be able to live with yourself if he saw you cry.

Over the pattering of your rushed footsteps, you hadn’t even heard him exit his office in pursuit of you. All you were focused on was getting out of there, and you were grateful that the elevator was already there on the fifth floor when you pushed the button to summon it. You wiped a stray tear from your eye as you stepped in, pressing the ‘1’ button, followed by the button used to close the doors; but they only managed to close halfway before a hand appeared between them, halting the process.

Before you knew it, an irate Bakugo was stalking into the elevator. He glowered at you as the doors shut behind him, though his expression eased when he noticed the tears that threatened to spill onto your cheeks.

“H-hey...why the hell are you crying?!” Bakugo stared at you incredulously, not believing the sight in front of him. He’d never seen you cry before.

You wiped furiously at your eyes, turning your back toward him as you did so. You made no effort to respond to him, especially once the elevator finally started moving. He frowned as you ignored him, glancing at the elevator’s digital display of what floor you were on. He watched anxiously as the numbers passed.

4...

3...

2...

 He couldn’t let you get to the first floor. He worried that if you left in this state, you might not come back. Or worse: you’d go running to Deku. He couldn’t have that.

Bakugo clenched his hand into a tight fist and before he could stop himself he was punching through the control panel of the elevator, ripping out some of the wires as he retracted his fist. The elevator immediately screeched to a halt, stopping just between the second and first floors. He turned to face you, who was now looking at him with sheer panic etched on your features. You were scared enough of elevators already, and this was like a nightmare come true.

“Have you lost your damn mind?!” you yelled as the ominous sparking of the control panel died down.

“Have you? What’s with all...this? Over an invoice?” he matched your tone, gesturing wildly at your distressed state.

You exhaled an exasperated sigh, shaking your head at him. “You don’t get it, do you? It isn’t just about the invoice.”

Bakugo took a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself down for your sake. He knew he could be difficult to talk to at times and he didn’t want to say anything that might scare you off. Though, it wasn’t like you could go anywhere anyways. “I don’t. Tell me so that I can fix it.”

You gave him a quizzical look, perplexed at the sudden decline in the volume of his voice. It almost made you want to give in and tell him what was on your mind but in fear of inciting another argument, you decided against it. Besides, you were now focused on the illusory feeling of the elevator walls closing in on you. You stood in the corner farthest from Bakugo, trying to increase the distance between you two. He noticed this and began to slowly creep toward you.

“Y/N.”

His firm tone coupled with his intense gaze had butterflies erupting in your stomach; of course now of all times.

“It doesn’t matter,” you uttered. “Could you please just get us out of here?”

“Is it what I said about you working with another hero?” he asked, completely ignoring your request but hitting the nail right on the head.

You didn’t answer him, instead crossing your arms and staring at the floor. Your body language was more than enough to confirm that he was correct, though, and he took one more step to close the gap between you. His close proximity had your head reeling as his scent enveloped you; it was almost comforting. You were so caught up in it that you hadn’t even noticed his hand cautiously reaching toward your face until he was already gripping your chin, tilting your head to look at him.

“Answer me.”

You let out a shaky breath as your eyes met his. Bakugo had never touched or looked at you like this before. Yes, he was frowning as usual; but it was out of concern instead of anger. The expression softened once you nodded, answering what he already knew. Still, his fingers never left your face.

“Don’t be an idiot,” he grumbled. “You know I didn’t mean that.”

“Do I?” you retorted, cursing yourself as your voice broke. “You think I don’t already know how expendable I am? How easy it’d be for you to replace me? You don’t have to throw it in my face.”

“I wasn’t trying to-”

“I’m sorry for always nagging. I’m sorry for caring. But if you don’t, someone has to, Bakugo,” you vented. “If we’re even close enough for me to call you that. Sometimes I feel like I should just address you as Ground Zero like everyone el-”

Bakugo’s grip on your chin tightened before he pressed his lips to yours, his other hand moving to the wall to support his weight as he leaned into you. You were far too stunned to kiss him back, but that was to be expected. The man in question had never even shook your hand before, let alone kissed you. He broke the kiss shortly thereafter, pressing his forehead against yours as his breath fanned over your lips.

“Don’t. Don’t ever stop calling me by my name,” he articulated, pulling away a little to gaze into your eyes and make sure you understood how serious he was. “You hear me? I’ll always be Bakugo to you. I don’t give a fuck what everyone else calls me. You’re not everyone else. I...just wanna hear you say my name.”

Your eyes began to tear up again, but this time out of relief. This was all you ever wanted from him: to act like he cared. To show you that he cared, and that you were more than just a sidekick to him.

You bit your quivering lip, nodding as you looked up at him. You meant to keep eye contact, but your gaze dropped to his lips. You desperately wanted him to kiss you again, and you weren’t doing the best job at hiding it.

Bakugo chuckled and leaned in to press a chaste kiss to the corner of your mouth. He wanted to do much more, but not before making sure that he’d made things right with you. “I’m...sorry, okay?”

As simple as it was, his apology meant the world to you; especially since he wasn’t exactly known to be someone who ever apologized. It was actually quite humorous.

“You’re sorry?” you quizzed, stifling a laugh.

“Shut up, dumbass,” he retorted playfully before pressing his lips to yours again.

If someone told you just a few minutes before now that you’d be kissing Kastuki Bakugo, you’d have thought they were severely deluded. But you couldn’t deny how right it felt.

He caressed your cheek and lowered his other hand to your waist, clutching it softly. He was so delicate with you, touching you as though you’d break if he didn’t restrain himself. It was such a strange contrast to how he usually was, but you didn’t mind one bit.

“Bakugo,” you whimpered into his lips as you clutched his shirt, prompting him to slip his tongue into your mouth as a response.

He groaned lowly into the kiss as your tongues danced. You slipped your fingers underneath the material of his tank top, raking them along his soft abs and relishing in the warmth of his skin. He decided to match your pace, dropping his hands to your ass and squeezing it with much less caution than he’d touched you before.

His lips left yours, pecking them once more before attaching them to your neck. Your small moans were music to his ears as his tongue laved at your throat.

“I want you-” he groaned into your skin. “-need you.”

He hooked his fingers into the loops of your jeans, pulling your hips into his. And after feeling what pressed up against your thigh, it became very evident just how much he needed you.

“I’m yours, Bakugo. Please.” You sighed as he rolled his hips against you: so tantalizingly slow.

He kissed his way back up your neck, across your jaw and to your lips, kissing you once before gripping the hem of your top. He dragged the material up, your arms automatically raising to aid him in removing the garment. He was grateful that you’d forgone wearing your costume that day, knowing it’d be a pain in the ass to remove; though he’d worn his, save for the mask, gloves and grenades.

His rough hands slid up your torso and cupped your breasts through the material of your bra briefly before reaching around to unclasp it. He threw it to the ground before reaching for you again, calloused fingers tweaking your hardening nipples.

You grew exponentially wetter when he enclosed his lips around one, his fingers tugging at the other, and then alternating. He did this back and forth until you were a whining mess.

“Katsuki,” you mewled, subconsciously grinding your hips into his. “Please touch me.”

“Aren’t I?” he murmured into your chest, and you could feel his smirk. Though, he didn’t torture you for long, dropping his hand to the waist of your jeans and undoing them. He lowered himself onto his knees as he dragged them down your legs before throwing them atop the pile of discarded clothes. Your panties were torn off before joining the pile.

You squirmed as Bakugo’s eyes raked your naked body; his mind memorizing every inch in case this was the last time you’d ever let him see you like this (though he was confident it wouldn’t be). He traced his fingers up the length of your leg before gripping your thigh and lifting it to hook your leg over his shoulder.

“So pretty,” he breathed as he looked up at you, eyes lowering to meet your dripping core. “Even down here.”

Your mouth fell open as he flattened his tongue against your core, groaning as he tasted you. You whimpered as he licked you slowly, stopping to kiss your folds every so often before increasing his pace, devouring you like his life depended on it. You entangled your fingers in his hair, alternating between pulling at his roots and rubbing circles into his scalp.

He’d grunt every time you tugged particularly hard, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t feel heavenly against your clit.

“Bakugo~” you moaned out once he sucked harshly, sensing that you were already almost there. “Ngh- feels so good. So close...”

“Yeah? Gonna cum on my mouth, princess?” He pushed his tongue into your cunt, burying his face between your thighs as he pressed his thumb against your clit and rubbed circles into the swollen bud.

“Oh my god, yes,” you squeaked, fingernails scratching at his scalp as you neared you’re release. “Coming!”

Bakugo growled into your pussy as you came, the vibrations from his mouth intensifying the sensation tenfold. He watched in awe and adoration while you writhed above him, licking you clean. Once you came down, he rose to his feet, kissing you to allow you to taste yourself on his lips and tongue.

He pulled away to hastily undo his harnesses, pulling off his shirt in the process. You eyed him hungrily as he stripped. Your mouth practically watered at the sight in front of you. You waited until he reached for the button of his pants, catching his wrist in yours to stop him before sinking to your knees. He panted as you groped him over the fabric, rolling his erection into your palm.

“Off,” he groaned, his hand coming down to rest atop your head. “Take them off.”

You obliged, popping open the button and dragging his pants down to around his thighs. You looked up at him as you pressed your tongue against his shaft over his boxers, causing him tug at your roots.

“D-don’t tease me, dumbass.”

You bit your lip as you hooked your fingers into the band, pulling his underwear down slowly. Your heart rate quickened as you revealed his length, inch by inch as you pulled them down his thighs. He was big; so girthy, and the precum that leaked out of the tip only made him look that much more appetizing.

He hissed as you took him in your hand, pumping his length slowly before licking the head of his cock. You lapped up his arousal before taking him in your mouth and sucking as your tongue swirled around the tip. You quickly grew eager for more, taking him fully into your mouth until you were sputtering around him.

“Shit,” he swore, petting your head. “That’s it, baby. Just like that.”

Bakugo’s words encouraged you and you began to bob your head up and down his cock, humming around it. He gathered your hair into his fist, pulling it as you deepthroated him.

“Ngh, so good. So fucking good,” he moaned, thrusting into your mouth.

As good as it felt, if there was one place Bakugo wanted to cum more than your mouth: it was inside you. Therefore, as he felt himself nearing his release, he reluctantly pulled out of your mouth, groaning at the sight of the saliva that connected your lips to his cock.

“I need to fuck you now,” he informed you as he pulled you up by your shoulders. “Turn around. Hands on the wall.”

You did as he said, turning to press your hands and face against the wall of the elevator. You chewed your lip in anticipation as you heard him stroke his wet cock behind you before pressing the tip against your folds.

“Katsuki,” you moaned, pushing back against him in a desperate attempt to feel him inside of you. “Please.”

“Please what, princess? What do you want?”

Whimpering as he ground the head of his cock into your clit, you responded. “I want you to- ahh~, fuck me. Please Bakugo.”

You must’ve appeased him, both of his hands coming up to grip your ass and he slowly pushed into you. His name fell from your lips in a long, drawn out moan as he filled you. He stilled once he was entirely in, relishing in the feeling of your warm cunt contracting around him. He could probably cum from that alone.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he commented, pulling out halfway before pushing into you again. He did this over and over until you’d stretched enough to his liking, beginning a steady rhythm as he thrust into you. The elevator filled with the sound of his skin slapping against yours, drowning out your moans. His fingers dug into your hips as he increased his pace, slamming into you as he fucked you.

“Yeah, yeah, fuck yeah,” he moaned out, and you had to grab hold of the elevator railing to steady yourself as he pounded you. “Look at you taking my cock so fucking well. You’re such a good girl.”

Your heart fluttered at his praise, crying out his name as he angled his cock to brush against your g-spot with every thrust. He thrust into you like that just a few times before pulling out of you.

You were about to protest but he spun you around to face him, guiding your arms around his neck and picking you up by the backs of your thighs. He pushed your back against the wall to support you in the new position.

“Wanna see your pretty face when you cum,” he mumbled through clenched teeth, slipping back inside you.

“B-Bakugo,” you whined, finding it difficult to speak with how he was slamming into you. “So close.”

He reached a hand down between you two, rubbing furiously at your clit. “Cum for me, princess. Cum around my cock. Fuck.”

You threw your head back in sheer pleasure as your stomach tightened, digging your nails into his back as you reached your climax. You clenched around him, your pussy getting impossibly tighter as you came around his cock.

Bakugo’s thrusts grew sloppier but quicker, exerting the last of his energy as he finished inside you. Thick ropes of his warm cum painted your insides, filling you up along with his cock. He groaned out your name as he let out the last of it, burying his head in your shoulder as he caught his breath.

The two of you stayed like that for a few moments before he pulled out of you and let you down slowly. His cum leaked uncomfortably down your thigh, and suddenly he regretted ruining your panties, wishing he had them to help keep his cum inside of you.

You were caught by surprise when Bakugo wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest as he embraced you.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized to you once again. “I need you, and...I don’t wanna do this hero shit if I can’t do it with you.”

 “Me neither,” you assured him, softly kissing his shoulder.

*

“Bakugo?”

“Yeah?”

“How are we getting out of here?” you inquired, remembering that you and him had been the only people in the office on that Sunday night.

“Shit.”

~

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[gojoscloset]

“Hello, I just read your writing d**k appointment and I like it very much. And suddenly, I saw that you open the request NSFW dialogue prompts. Would you please write prompt 60 “Looks like someone wants to be a dad/mom” with Gojo or Megumi please 🥺”

Bahaha omg I’m so sorry I’m late as hell I’ve been busy with a lot mentally cause I have the attention span of a goldfish.

Please please enjoy, thank you so much for requesting lol. I’m back on my bullshit ✨

60. “Looks like someone wants to be a mom/dad”

WARNINGS: N S F W

Reposted from previous account

Smut obvs.

Breeding kink???? (if you squint)

Cream pie

Mentions of Pregnancy

No proofread??

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“Looks like someone wants to be a mom.”

You didn’t dare look away from what you thought had to be one of the cutest pairs of baby shoes you have ever laid your eyes on.

“Hmm? What do you mean? I just thought they were cute!” you lifted the pair of shoes up and gave your boyfriend a grin.

But Satoru was no idiot.

You see, these past few months have been filled with nothing but waves of emotions and ideas that you would have never thought you would have contemplated this early in life, but a pregnancy scare earlier in the year shook your world and turned it on its axis.

Of course you had imagined a life with Satoru, possibly married in the later years, and a potential family way wayyy down the line. However, you were content with where you two stood. A strong and healthy relationship, 2 consenting adults in love. But you also had to remember you were 2 powerful sorcerers in love. So even with your line of work, kids at the moment seemed really out of the question. Hell, even being in a relationship with someone like Satoru was a blessing with the lives you two lived. So even the idea of bearing his child seemed like you were asking for a lot from the universe.

When your period came late, all your little fantasies and thoughts of having a family took a step closer to becoming reality, you melted at the idea of becoming a mother and all your fears and doubts were thrown out the window.

But alas, the joy left just as fast as it came you were back on your regular schedule the day before your doctor's appointment. Relieved of course, but things weren’t the same.

Day after day you caught yourself indulging more and more in the idea of what your life would be like with a child. Would your first child be a girl or a boy? Whose features would they take on the most? Oh how you prayed to the gods that they would look more like Satoru than anything.

Would you be a good mother? Would Satoru be a good father? There was no doubt in your mind that he would be.

Don’t even get started on the names.

Your gaze would linger when you would pass up children and their parents at a park. Or when you would pass up baby clothes at the shopping strip, you would stop in your tracks and imagine your future child wearing that outfit.

Secretly you would shop for clothes online just to ‘see what they look like’ Or secretly read first time mom forums on breddit just to ‘See how it feels’ but it was so much more than just a passing curiosity.

And of course, You weren’t the only one who noticed the change.

You and Satoru have been in the love game for a respectable amount of time, and have spent the seconds, hours,days,weeks,months,years, in each other's presence. He would absolutely be able to acknowledge when you’d turn your head in the kids section or when your gaze would linger on the little girls in princess dresses at the market, corners of your lips curling just a little.

Or when a toddler at the grocery store handed him a fake phone,in which he pretended to answer with such enthusiasm you would almost believe he was actually on the phone with someone,he could visibly see how your heart melted at the sight. You looked at him like you wanted to marry him on the spot for the rest of the day. A personal favorite memory of his.

Satoru was a dumbass, but he was not stupid.

You didn’t know how much he loved seeing these little things, the little changes in you. Behind his tinted shades and through his long lashes, he would carefully watch your duality go from powerful sorcerer to something maternal.Something you never did in all the time he has known you until after the scare.

It made him want to jump your bones on the spot and put a baby in you every time, but you never brought up the topic despite seeming to be interested in motherhood, and respectfully he left it alone. But you had been caught red handed almost always.

Satoru held himself back when he had various opportunities to talk about it, do you know how hard that is to do as Satoru?

He wanted to press on. He wanted to pry and ask you all kinds of questions regarding the sudden change, but he knew that there was a time and place for everything, and now was definitely not the time nor location.

“Hey, not bad!” He allowed his glasses to slip off the bridge if his nose ever so slightly to get a better view.

“I would wear these if they came in my size”

He joked, you smacked his arm playfully and laughed.

“Cmon lets g-“

You were about to place the shoes back on the rack but he stopped you before you did. He pulled out his phone and snapped a few photos of the shoes and tag.

“I was being serious” he stated plainly, earning another laugh from the both of you.

——

The rest of the day went on as normal, for the most part. The little interaction at the store replayed not only in your mind but Satoru’s as well.

‘Did I make it too obvious?’

‘Did I overdo it with the shoes?’

‘Is it time to talk about it?’

—-

‘Toru..’ you whined but that didn’t stop him from continuing to bend you like a pretzel while plowing into you.

“Don’t be shy now, you look so good like this. ...And those faces you make....” he licked his lips reaching out to grab your jaw, thumb running across your lip.

Even though you were whining about the embarrassing positions he kept putting you in, your body was on fire and didn’t want this to end.

With every position he managed to go deeper and deeper, hitting places only he knew how to hit. He utilized the curve of his dick just how you liked it, grazing your favorite spots with every thrust.

The way your walls fluttered and clenched against his made them his favorite spots too.

It was crazy to you how Satoru knew your body like nobody else did. He knew every curve, every dip, every corner. He knew what made you weak in the knees and what you disliked with a passion. He knew what made you cream, what made you wet, what made your back arch and your toes curl.

“You like that Hmm?” He bucked his hips, folding your legs up, pushing your knees as close to your chest as possible.

He gazed into your eyes, watching the way your face wrenched in pleasure. He needed that, he loved that. Being able to see your expression contour and twist because of him, god it got him off.

He looked down at you, his usually spiky hair now flattened with sweat, strands sticking to the side of his face. He bit his lip, and gripped your hips with force, bruises were guaranteed.

He brought you closer, you slowed your breathing to control the ride. You two had been fucking long enough to know the Cues, the way your body twitched and the little sounds you would make when you were close triggered the muscle memory and he moved in the way he knew would push you over the edge.

“D..Don't slow down!” You commanded, throwing your head back into the sheets, the familiar tingling sensation starting at your core, his pace picking up, hands trailing down your abdomen, fingers circling around your clit, wet with its own slick.

He couldn’t help but suck on his own bottom lip watching your body rock in rhythm with his, the way your breast bounced, he couldn’t help but grab a handful.

“That’s right baby….” he spoke softly, voice just above the lewd sounds you two we’re making. The squelching, skin slapping skin, the gasping sounds when he would thrust back into you.

He was getting carried away, letting the words just spill from his lips. “Mmmm fuck yeah baby, you feel so fucking good.” He groaned “fuck around and put a baby in you-“

You had been with this man for many many moons, had been through thick and thin, but nothing had prepared you two for that awkward moment.

All movements ceased the second he stopped talking. Both of you pulled away and just looked at each other, embarrassment demonstrated on both of your faces.

Both of you seemed to think about the Barget incident, and then every other incident which made the dirty talk hit different.

“Sorry” Quickly he spoke, in hopes of somehow saving his ass in case things went south.

“W-what for?” You continued to try and mask your feelings about the situation(s), but nothing could get past his eyes.

He was no idiot, you knew that, but you still tried him, because sometimes he lets your shit slide. But not this time.

“Please y/n, I’ve seen the change in you.”

The air was thick, momentarily, but the smile on his face gave you clarity.

“The lingering looks, the shoes at the store… I’ve noticed” his large hands cupped your face, thumb brushing calming shapes against your cheek.

“Is there something we need to talk about?”

He released you from your position and sat up straight.

“Toru…do you really wanna talk about this now?????” Sheepish under the circumstances

“Don’t give me that. We’ve been together too long for you to try and play this game with me.”

His hands found their way to you once again. Pulling you by the wrists, he sat you up and made you look at him as he continued to speak.

“Communication remember?” He was soft, yet stern.

“You haven’t been the same since the missed period incident.” Your jaw dropped, he was on it even with the timing.

There was no sense in hiding anything anymore, this man knows all, this man sees all.

“I’d be lying if I said you were wrong….you see..” you began to pour your heart out, trying your hardest to keep eye contact with him.

“The pregnancy scare heightened the want for a family with you, Satoru. I envision a lot of things, and you being in my future for a long long time is one of them...”

He held your gaze while looking at you like you were the most beautiful thing in the world. He listened intently like you were whispering the secrets of the universe to him.

“But I never brought up the topic of family because we’re-“

“Sorcerers” He finished the sentence for you, the small smile he held earlier now turned into a flat line.

The speed in which he did was almost enough to make you flinch. Bittersweet in a way,at least this confirmed that he too thought about a family with you at one point but considered the circumstances.

A“Exactly..” you continued. “And the scare made me realize what I want in life..with you. But it’s out of reach and it’s not something I wanted to project onto- “

His large hands placed themselves in either side of your face and Satoru showered you with kisses.

“I. Love. You. So. Much.” He spoke in between kisses.

“I love you too, but- AH!!! What are you doing??!”

Satoru pulled you by your ankles, placing himself in between your legs once again.

“Putting a baby in you, that's what.” He gave you such a sweet and loving look, it didn’t match the words that spewed from his lips.

“T-that’s not funny…” Quickly, you covered your entrance before he even thought about it.

“Exactly, because it wasn’t a joke sweetheart.”

“Wait, but what about-”

“We’ll be fine, i’m the strongest, remember?” he gave you a playful wink and grabbed your wrists, playfully prying your hands away, he wasn’t going to do anything though, not without your consent, but seeing how flustered he could make you fed the already enlarged ego he owned.

“Now tell me, do you want a boy or girl? Ooh, what about their names?”

“ Satoru… wait… are you sure? Don’t you wanna think about it a little more?”

He let out a playful laugh and pointed a finger dramatically at you, “Are you sure?”

Without missing a beat you nodded, you wanted this so bad, and by the looks of it, so did he.

“That’s all you had to say, let me take care of you, my pillow princess”

-------------

The sultry night was young.How many times have you came already? It didn’t matter.

His arms were wrapped around your entire body, holding you in place as he bounced you up and down his shaft.

“My pretty girl… my sweet sweet princess.” He whispered against your skin, tongue grazing from your collar bone up to your jaw, tasting your sweat. He wanted to breathe you in, and make you his air. The words replayed in his mind as he fucked you senseless.

“and you being in my future for a long long time is one of them...”

“Toru…” Your breathing hitched,, his praise made your walls twitch around him. He got the hint and immediately went to work. In a swift movement you were beneath his form. His skin glistening with a layer of sweat.

“ How do you want it?” he groaned, draping your leg over his shoulder while grabbing the other one, spreading you wider. You were grateful for the change of position, you have been wanting to touch him for a while now but the grip he had you in earlier was not letting it happen.

Your hands hungrily made his way to his chest and arms.

“As long...as I get it…” you managed to mutter through moans. His thrusts became erratic, a sign that he was coming undone as well.

“Look at me..tell me how you want it....tell me how you need it” he licked his lips with desire. You managed to look at him through half lidded eyes, giving him exactly what he wanted, he always did the same for you.

You lifted your hips up some, grinding harder against him, letting more of him fill you up, you could swear you felt his head kiss your cervix. You did a kegel, walls giving his dick a hug.

The actions earned you a breathy moan, he almost lost his cool, it threw off his pace momentarily but when he picked back up, the speed was doubled.

“You like to play dirty, hmm? “

“The only way I like to play…”

“Very well then” he said through grit teeth, finger moving to where you were connected, rubbing your clit in circles without mercy. You were pushed over the edge quickly, mouth Ajar, and body convulsing against him, his movements did not falter.

“That’s my good girl”

He lowered his body down mouth to cage you between his arms, droplets of sweat falling onto the sheets as he tried to avoid sweat falling into your eyes.

“Are you sure?”

He asked once again, not moving an inch until you gave him the go.

You simply stared up at him, goofy grin he always carried on him plastered onto his handsome face.

You gave him the go once again and he bucked his hips.

This particular moment was sweet sweet bliss. Normally Satoru would be careless with his movements when it came to chasing his orgasm, but not this particular one. His touches would linger, fingertips burning themselves into your skin with passion, making their way from your hips to your hands, large fingers filling in the gaps between your own.

His kisses were oh so immaculate. Sweet and soft, but most importantly, abundant.

And the way he spoke your name. Only Satoru could make his words come out like they were coated in honey.

His hips snapped and he gave your hand a squeeze, face in the crook of your neck, the hot breath against your skin forced chills down your spine, with you

“I love you so much…” he groaned into your ear. With a few more bucks of his hips you felt his seed spill into you. You were running on fumes at this point, overkill with the overstim, but that’s how you liked it.

You felt your clit throb, your walls still fluttering against him from your previous climax like they were sucking every last drop of out of him.

He looked down at you silently, but the look on his face, the calm waters in his eyes said everything he needed to say. You couldn’t tear away your gaze, you were already high off the blue dream.

His eyes moved from yours to your lips, they looked needy to him. He bent his head down and planted a kiss, despite the scenario, it was chaste. Innocent. Refreshing.

“I love you.” He repeated, though he had no doubt you felt the same. “I know you do...there is not a single doubt in my mind...and I love you oh so very much, more than I could ever put in words.”

There was another comfortable silence, however, the small smile that was on your face quickly turned into a flustered look when he pulled out of you and spread your legs open, looking at the mess he made inside of you.

“W-what the fuck are you doing?!!”

You laughed nervously and tried closing your legs, but he held them open, too strong for you to try and fight against it.

“I just wanted to see the masterpiece I made. Plus-“ he positioned himself between your legs again

“I’m not done, I want to make sure I get the job done right.”

He gave you a wink, and immediately you knew you were in for a long night.

A very very long night.

#jjk headcanons #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x y/n #gojo satoru #gojo x y/n #gojo x you #gojo x reader #satoru gojō x reader #satoru gojo #Nasty Nept✨

[psycho-slytherin]

Rules

You need a name and a face to connect with your soulmate. What happens when you have both… and neither?

Pairing: Swimmer/Poet!Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Fluff I think?

Warnings: Swearing, poetry, wonderfully unsatisfying ending

WC: 2k

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Based on a survey you guys took in which you chose a soulmate enemies-to-lovers au! Thanks to everyone that took the survey <3

[n/n = nickname]

REEEEEE! The blast of Coach Kim’s whistle sends adrenaline pumping through your veins and you dive off the edge of the pool, letting the cold water envelop you before you surface. Your legs are pressed together as you raise both arms simultaneously and let their force push you forward before kicking, kicking– arms, kick, kick, kick, arms, kick, kick, kick, arms, kick, kick, kick… you set a steady rhythm, sneaking a breath with every stroke, and your strong legs propel you to the end of the pool. Without missing a beat you duck, twist, and push off from the wall in the opposite direction, moving so quickly in the water you almost want to laugh.

Too soon, you reach the end of the pool once more, the slap of your hand on the cement signaling your coach to stop the timer.

“Fifty fly… nice! N/n, that’s 0.8 seconds off your best!”

“Yes!” you grin crazily, your heartbeat loud in your ears.

“Keep this up and you’ll be a shoe-in for regionals,” Coach Kim tells you. “Girls’ fly is gonna be one of the toughest races this season, but I think you’ve got the chops for it.”

“Thanks, Coach!” Even in the cold air of morning practice, your cheeks warm at the praise.

“Psh… girls’ fly is a fake competition,” Hobi, one of the guys on your team, says as he puts on his goggles. “Like whiffle ball. Or Ultimate Frisbee.”

“Put your money where your mouth is,” you fire back, hoisting yourself out of the pool. A bunch of the guys on your team are obnoxious, sure, but Hobi is a special breed of asshole.

“I’ll put something else where my mouth is,” he replies, winking.

You smile sweetly as you mime breaking his neck, and Hobi laughs. “Feisty today, aren’t you?”

“You know, Hobi, my favorite part of practice is when you’re under water.”

“Is that so?” “Mmhmm. ‘Cause I don’t have to listen to your voice, and I can entertain the prospect of you drowning.”

“Too bad for you– given that I’m a real swimmer, that’s not gonna happen anytime soon, is it?”

“I’m a real swimmer too, dickhead!”

“You haven’t proven that yet,” Hobi says with a smirk, and you open your mouth to fire back a scathing reply, but–

“Hobi! Chimmy! Yoongs! You’re up– anyone else want to try for the guys’ fifty free?”

You wrinkle your nose. You’re faster than Chimmy and Yoongs for sure, and to always separate by gender is a constant thorn in your side. You want to race against the best in the league, not just the best girls.

Bored, you watch the guys jump into the water, separated in three lanes. You hate ranking day, when just before a match Coach Kim races swimmers to decide who’s the best in each category. It only means you spend most of your time outside the pool, and at six in the morning such a setting is really not ideal.

“On my mark– if I see any of you grabbing the lane line, you’re out of the water for the rest of practice– Go!”

Immediately the three boys push off the wall– Hobi easily outpaces the other two, his strong scissor kicks splashing you as he passes.

“Hey!” That had better not have been intentional. You can see Hobi’s strong back muscles working as he turns his head to breathe.

Why do literally the worst people have the nicest bodies? You’re pretty sure that’s not fair. Asshole that he is, you can’t help but stare at Hobi when he swims backstroke– unlike his personality, his abs are nothing to laugh at.

“Well done, guys!” Coach Kim says enthusiastically when all three finish their lap. “Hobi, you sheared 0.3 seconds off your best– at this rate, you’re gonna be number one in the league. Yoongs, Chimmy, you’re brilliant endurance swimmers– work on your speed, okay? Keep it up.”

“Yes, Coach!”

“That’s ranking done for today,” Coach Kim says, glancing around. “The match is next week, so here’s what I’m thinking so far. Girls’ fifty fly, n/n. Boys’ fifty free, Hobi. Girls’ two hundred free–”

You tune him out as soon as you hear your nickname. Yes!

“Now to celebrate– one thousand meters’ cooldown. Your choice of stroke.”

The team collectively groans and you join in– a forty-lap cooldown? Well, you’ve had worse. You jump into the water and start moving to stay warm, choosing to swim breaststroke for the sake of going easy on your poor level of endurance. Even with the flurry of movement around you, you feel calm, collected, peaceful. The feeling of the water surrounding and caressing you is mesmerizing, and to your empty mind suddenly springs–

Awash in beauty, the tears of the Earth Fall upon the faraway stars in vain A weakened heart celebrates its weak birth The twins from days of old cry out for rain.

You grin underwater– with the goggles and swim cap, you surely look rather alien, but you don’t care. That’s a good stanza; you’ll have to remember it so you can share it with the others.

“N/n! N/n!” Yoongs calls out as you leave the girls’ locker room after practice. Coach Kim is standing nearby, talking to some parents.

“Hey– what’s up?”

“Do you…” Yoongs looks down, his pale cheeks reddening. “Do you wanna share names?”

Your eyes widen and your gaze darts to the coach. “We can’t– you know that. It’s against the rules. Coach doesn’t want distractions.”

“I-I know, but…”

You smile sadly. “I don’t think we’re soulmates, and the coach said no names. Sorry.”

“Yeah. I understand,” Yoongs says, eyes downcast. “Well, see you tomorrow.” “See ya.”

“Rejected,” you hear a sudden cackle behind you, and you jump.

“Jesus!”

“Aww, did I scare you?” Hobi asks with a fake pouty face.

“Yes– you’re wearing some sort of horrible mask.” You make a show of poking his cheek.

“Very funny. Was Yoongs asking to share names?”

“Why do you care?” you ask, affronted.

“Just the fact that he has to ask– what, you think it’s fine to require nicknames?”

“For sports?” You roll your eyes. “Of course. What if you were about to race and you found out your opponent was your soulmate?”

“But what if our soulmates were on our team?” Hobi steps closer. “What would you do if you found out I was your soulmate?”

“I’d dropkick you off the nearest diving board,” you inform him dryly. “Now leave me alone, cause I’m mighty tempted to make that a reality.”

“Fuck you too, n/n.”

You blow him your most sarcastic kiss before turning around, making sure to step on his foot on your way. You’re wearing flip-flops, so the only effect is your own increased satisfaction. You want to go home, write down that stanza, and talk to your friends.

In a world where soulmates need each others’ names and faces to connect, it’s stylish to walk around with a name tag in the hopes you might catch your soulmate’s eye. You’ve never adhered to that practice, instead retreating to the last anonymous corner of society– the Internet.

Plopping down, you open your laptop and log into the chat.

*its-shakespeare-bitch has joined Poetry isn’t a kink* @its-shakespeare-bitch: guys guyssss i thought of a good stanza *RhythM24 has joined Poetry isn’t a kink* @RhythM24: are you still in your iambic pentameter phase? @its-shakespeare-bitch: It’s a good phase :( *shininonasgard has joined Poetry isn’t a kink* *alittlealliteration has joined Poetry isn’t a kink* @shininonasgard: namjoon shush y/n’s sonnets are really good @its-shakespeare-bitch: tHAnK yOu hoseok @shininonasgard: <3 @alittlealliteration: ok but I logged on for poetry discourse not y/n and Hoseok flirting again @its-shakespeare-bitch: hahahaha I’ll kill you hahahaha *shininonasgard has invited you to Hoseok and y/n’s private chat* *its-shakespeare-bitch has joined Hoseok and y/n’s private chat* @shininonasguard: Taehyung’s just jealous ;) @its-shakespeare-bitch: of what, my wit and charm? @shininonasguard: yep @its-shakespeare-bitch: lol I was being sarcastic @shininonasguard: I wasn’t. @its-shakespeare-bitch: omg shut up before I actually fall in love with you @shininonasguard: don’t tempt me~ @its-shakespeare-bitch: gross, now I’m feeling emotions @shininonasguard: art thou not an artist? Use these emotions, y/n, channel your inner muse! @its-shakespeare-bitch: you just want me to write you a poem smh you’re a poet too yknow @shininonasguard: I like ur poems tho :)))))) @its-shakespeare-bitch: dork now I’m smiling how dare you @shininonasguard: Wish I could see your real smile You inhale sharply. You’ve been part of this chat, with the same nerds, for two years– despite having never met face to face, they’re your closest friends. You even revealed your whole names to each other– but faces? That’s different. As much as you’d like to meet them in real life, as much as you’d like to look Hoseok in the eye when you read him something you’ve written…

@its-shakespeare-bitch: I know @its-shakespeare-bitch: and I wish I could see u too, but we promised we’d keep this chat free of soulmate frenzy. Since we know each others’ names @shininonasguard: yeah ik

@shininonasguard: Doesn’t keep me from imagining u tho. I bet you’re really pretty

@its-shakespeare-bitch: as pretty as poe was positive

@shininonasguard: Shushhh I know you’re pretty. You have a pretty soul and pretty words and that’s all I need to call you pretty

@its-shakespeare-bitch: charmer

What you don’t say is that on reading his words, your cheeks go bright red and you start smiling like crazy. This guy just does things to you– his manner of speech is far from simplistic, and he has a beautiful way of writing his verses straight from the heart. Between the two of you, in fact, you’d call his soul the pretty one.

@shininonasguard: hey I gotta go help my mom ttyl?

@its-shakespeare-bitch: sure, mama’s boy~

@shininonasguard: I consider that a compliment

@its-shakespeare-bitch: I meant it as one <3

@shininonasguard: jfc you’re literally perfect I am so goddamn lucky

@its-shakespeare-bitch: lmao go help your mom, Hoseok. ttyl

@shininonasguard: bye, y/n (^3^)

*shininonasgard has left Hoseok and y/n’s private chat*

*its-shakespeare-bitch has left Hoseok and y/n’s private chat* You sit back and sigh, hiding a smile. He’s so cute, he’s so cute, he’s so cute. Why does he have to be so cute? It sucks cause it’s not like he’s your soulmate anyways, so there’s no point in falling for him, but he makes that hard because he’s so. Damn. Cute.

When you fall asleep that night, you’re fatigued but happy. You’re representing your team in your best category, you entered a poetry competition with a piece that you feel really good about, and Hoseok is so wonderful to talk to… yeah. Save for one particular dumbass on swim team, you’re feeling pretty damn good about life.

#happyjhopeday #bts #bts fic #soulmate au #bts soulmate au #soulmate!hoseok #hoseok x reader #jhope x reader #bts hoseok #bts jhope #hoseok fic #hoseok fluff #hoseok au #hoseok #bts x reader #bts fluff #bts au #jung hoseok #swimmer!hoseok #poet!hoseok

[thing-you-do-with-that-thing]

Kari’s Supernatural Halloween Challenge

Autumn is just around the corner and autumn means Halloween is near too. This challenge is all about the All Hallow’s Eve and the creepy, scary, awesome stuff that comes with it.

The prompts are all quotes from classic or silly horror movies - I listed the movie too in case you wanna draw inspiration from the plot too. You don’t have to at all. You just have to use the dialogue prompt somewhere in the fic. How is up to you. On to the more detailed rules - read carefully!

Due Date: November 9th

Word min: 500 words

Word Max: 5k words

Style: It can be a drabble, one shot or beginning of a series. Do not put in in the middle of an ongoing series since I plan on reading them and don’t want to read 10 parts of something to understand the entry.

Fandom: Just Supernatural this time. List of pairings allowed is under the cut. If you are looking for a Marvel Halloween challenge keep an eye on my sideblog @until-theend-oftheline in the new couple of days. Something will appear over there too - not the same thing though. Different.

Will you read and reblog my fic?

You betcha :D I am behind on reading for previous challenges so patience is a virtue here

Do my fic have to be Halloween themed?

Not necessarily but Bonus points if it is.

When Do I Post?

Between right now and Nov 9th. Sign Ups start now and ends when there are no more prompts

Genre: It has to have some element of angst to it since it is a Halloween challenge but it doesn’t have to be full blown everyone dies angst. It can have a fluffy end. It can have fluffy middle. It can even have smut if you are over 18.

AUs and crack are welcome too as long as you work in something angsty.

Limits on what you can write: No Mommy/daddy kinks, no non/dub con, no A/B/O, no glorification on cheating, no wife or actor hate in rpfs! - if you got any questions at any time feel free to send me an ask. - If AUs no mermaids or mobsters please.

Format: State in your A/N that it is for my (thing-you-do-with-that-thing) Kari’s Supernatural Halloween challenge. And use the # Kari’s Supernatural Halloween challenge in the first 5 tags.

Pairing and word count also have to be easy to spot in your header!

Submit: After you posted on tumblr you have to add yourself and your fic to this doc.  If you don’t do this you will not be added to the masterlist I create when the challenge is over. If you got questions - just ask :D

Doc link it case tumblr is an ass: https://docs.google.com/document/d/19Jop0Do95LVPp5z7IIshrax5_IkKBPjvwBmgcTHAXYw/edit?usp=sharing

How do I join?

You pick a prompt and a pairing off the list. Send me the prompt number along with a backup just in case and your pairing of choice. ASKS ONLY!! REPLIES, REBLOGS AND IMS WILL BE IGNORED!

There are no limits on the pairings but I only allow 2 people per prompt so think before you sign up. If you don’t think you will be doing it then don’t take the spot from someone else. One person can sign up twice but with different pairings. Prompts and Pairings are under the cut!

YOU CAN NOW HAVE AS MANY PROMPTS AS YOU WANT (NO MORE THAN 3 UNCOMPLETED ONES AT A TIME TO ENSURE YOU DON’T OVER DO IT FOR YOURSELVES. AND YOU CAN HAVE REPEAT PAIRINGS AS LONG AS THEY ARE ON THE LIST OR CLEARED BY ME!

Pairings:

No male readers - gender neutral are fine!

General Fics - character or rpf are both fine.

Sister/daughter/romantic/friendship reader pairings for following are all fine - just let me know which:

Jensen

Dean

Misha

Cas

Jared

Sam

Ships (all are allowed as poly with reader too):

Destiel

Deonna

Megstiel

Saileen

Cockles

Jensen x Danneel

Jared x Genevieve

Prompts

1 “That cold ain’t the weather. That’s death approaching.” 30 Days of Night (2007) - @oneshoeshort (Sam x Reader) /

2 “Love means never having to say you’re ugly.” The Abominable Dr. Phibes (1971)

3 “Paradise lost? Found it!” Behind the Mask: The Rise of Leslie Vernon (2006)

4 “Supernatural, perhaps; baloney, perhaps not.” The Black Cat (1934)

5  “They’re all gonna laugh at you.”  Carrie (1976) @percywinchester27 (Dean x Reader) /

6 “When there is no room left in hell, the dead will walk the earth.” Dawn of the Dead (1978) @kittenofsarcasm (Megstiel) /

7 “That’s my mother you’re pissing on.” Dead Alive (1992) @impala67trenchcoat (Dean x Reader) /

8 “What an excellent day for an exorcism.” The Exorcist (1973) - @blacktithe7 (Dean x Reader) / @legion1993 (Dean x Reader)

9 “I’m the guy that’s gonna save your ass.” Feast (2005) @danijimenezv (Dean x Reader) /

10 “Be afraid… Be very afraid.” The Fly (1986) @queen-of-deans-booty (Dean x Reader) /

11 “It’s Alive! It’s Alive!” Frankenstein (1931)

12 “I should warn you, princess – the first time tends to get a little messy.” Freddy vs. Jason (2003) - @jessyackles (Jensen x Reader) /

13 “I’ve seen enough horror movies to know that any weirdo wearing a mask is never friendly.” Friday the 13th Part VI: Jason Lives (1986) @sweetness47 (Dean x Reader) /

14 “Do they look like psychos? Is that what they look like? They were vampires! Psychos do not explode when sunlight hits them, I don’t give a fuck how crazy they are!” From Dusk Till Dawn (1996) @sweetness47 (Sam x Reader) /

15 “We came, we saw, we kicked its ass!” Ghostbusters (1984) @horsegirly99 (Jensen x Reader) /

16 “That’s the bedroom, but nothing ever happened in there.” - “What a crime.” Ghostbusters (1984) - @abbesolutte (Dean x Reader) /

17 “It’s Halloween, everyone’s entitled to one good scare.” Halloween (1978) @deanna-s-winchester (Dean x Reader) /  @waywardnerd67 (Jensen x Reader)

18 “No tears please, it’s a waste of good suffering.” - Hellraiser (1987) @jdmplusdoublej (Misha x Reader) /

19 “You know that part in scary movies when somebody does something really stupid and everyone hates them for it? This is it.” Jeepers Creepers (2001) @rosettastxne (Dean x Reader) / @waywardrose13 (Jensen x Reader)

20 “We don’t need a stretcher in there. We need a mop!” A Nightmare on Elm Street (1984)

21 ”Don’t shoot yourself. Don’t shoot each other. And especially… don’t shoot me.” Planet Terror (2007) @thatfanficstuff (Cas x Reader) /

22 “I don’t get mad. I bake.” Prom Night III: The Last Kiss (1990) @katymacsupernatural (Jensen x Reader) /

23 “Darling. Light, of my life. I’m not gonna hurt ya. You didn’t let me finish my sentence. I said, I’m not gonna hurt ya. I’m just gonna bash your brains in.”  The Shining (1980) @cassiefanfic (Dean x Reader) /

24 “GET OUT OF YOUR PANTS!” Tremors (1990) - @crispychrissy (Dean x Reader)

25 “In space noone can hear you scream” Alien (1979)

26 “Oh yes. There will be blood” Saw II (2005) @hopes-archer (Jensen x Reader) /

27 “I see dead people” The Sixth Sense (1999) @queen-of-deans-booty (Sam x Reader) /

#kari's supernatural halloween challenge #writing challenge #spn writing challenge

[sorenmarie87]

A Halloween to remember.

Summary: You are force by your roommate to invite people to a Halloween party she’s throwing.  When the two people you like show up together, your roommate comes up with an idea - bring a date and make them jealous.  Is this going to work?  

Square Filled: fake dating (SPN Kink Bingo) Pairing(s): Dean x Reader x Charlie, Cas x Meg, Sam x Eileen, Crowley x Reader Word Count: 2,631

Warning: Mentions of past Destiel, Sexual situations.  Show references.

A/N: Written for @spnkinkbingo.  

I wanna thank everyone who helped me out with this fic in particular, you’re all amazing.  I wanna give a huge shout out to @fictionalabyss - she looked this over for me.  This is the first time I’ve written a fic this way, so let me know what you think.  Also this is the first time I’ve attempted writing Meg, so be gentle.  

I do not own the pictures in my story aesthetic - I found them on pinterest.   

Forever Tags - @lovetusk​ @coffee-obsessed-writer​ @mirajanefairytailmage​ @srj1990​@aquivercactus ​@kazosa​ @soythedemonqueen​ @docharleythegeekqueen @holyfuckloueh @ellen-reincarnated1967  @buckyscrystalqueen

SPN Tags - @clockworkmorningglory @underestimatemethatwillbefun @nyxveracity @lefthologramdeer

SPN (Crowley) Tags - @gettinjoyful @wholita

Y/N created the room Halloween Party

Y/N added Dean, Charlie, and Sam to the chat.

Y/N - Roommate and her boyfriend are throwing a Halloween party and told me I had to invite people.  

Dean - I don't know sweetheart..

Charlie - Really guys - where's your Halloween spirit?

Dean - In the bottom of a bottle…

Sam - Dean please.

Y/N -  …

Y/N - Please guys.  I don't want to have the talk with Cas again about how my people skills are rusty.  You don't have to stay the whole time.

Charlie - Costumes?

Y/N - Of course ;) I'm kind of stoked for mine.

Sam - Dean, let's go costume shopping.  See ya later Y/N.

Dean - See ya at the party sweetheart.

Sam and Dean have left the chat.

Charlie - Any hints on what you're going as?

Y/N - Nope.  You'll have to find out the night of the party.  

Charlie - Time to go pull together an amazing costume.

Charlie has left the chat.

Y/N - I can't wait to see what they put together.

Y/N has left the chat.  

**

Meg has entered the chat.

Cas has entered the chat.

Cas - I see Y/N has taken my advice and invited some people to our party.

Meg - Could our dear Y/N be any more obvious?

Cas - ?

Meg -- She obviously wants to bang the elder Winchester and Peppy Longstockings like drums but she's too scared.

Cas - By elder Winchester, you do mean Dean right? Granted John Winchester is a handsome man..

Meg - Okay, tone it down there Wings.  

**

Dean, Charlie and Sam have entered the chat.

Charlie - I don't know how we did this without coordination.

Dean - I'm just as surprised as you are.

Charlie - What did Sam come as again?

Dean - He's a star wars rebel alliance fighter pilot.  At least he picked out a costume.

Sam -  Hey Dean?

Dean - Yeah Sammy?

Sam - Bite me.

Charlie - Do I have to separate you two?

Cas has entered the chat.

Cas - Hello Dean.  Hello Sam.  Hello Charlie.

Charlie - Hello robot Cas.

Dean - Charlie, don't be rude.  Cas isn't a robot.  

Sam - He was more robot like when we first met him.  You probably could've given him the Turing test…

Cas - Still not a robot though.

Dean - Ain't that the truth ;)

Sam - Dean, please.  

Charlie - Where's Y/N?

Cas - She's around, I think.

**

Meg - Your lady love and the big dummy are downstairs asking about you.

Meg - You have to come out sometime.

Y/N - I know. Cas sent me a picture of them.  Meg, they came in matching costumes and everything.  There's no way they didn't come here together.

Meg - There is one solution - you could always make the two of them jealous.

Y/N - It would never work Meg.

Meg - Never say never ;)

Y/N - who would even agree to something like that?

Meg has added Crowley to the chat.

Crowley - Hello darling.

Y/N - Really Meg? *sigh* Hello Crowley.

Crowley - Don't sound so excited to see me.  I have it on good authority that we need to make Squirrel jealous?

Y/N - This is going to backfire somehow, I know it.  It's not just him.

Crowley - Ah yes the red head as well?  

Meg - Stop being a negative Nancy.  Crowley, are you actually dressed up like a king?

Crowley - It is Halloween after all.

Meg - Someone thinks highly of himself.

Y/N - lmao.  I'll be downstairs in a minute.

Meg - Good.

**

Dean - I've seen Cas's costume somewhere before.

Charlie - You know where it'll never end up?

Dean - … where

Charlie - On your floor again, because Cas has moved on - you should too.

Sam -  Damn Charlie, look at you taking my job.

Charlie - You hush.  

Dean - Is he dressed up as the pizza man?

Charlie - Does that make Meg the babysitter?

Sam - The both of you need to stop confusing porn with real life.  

Sam - So I have yet to see Y/N…

Cas - She's hiding out in the study with Crowley.  Apparently he's her date for the night.

Charlie - Why, he's old enough to be her father.

Sam - Maybe she likes that.

Dean - There's no way.  Also Sam, it's not right to kink shame someone.

Sam - You would know all about that wouldn't you - or have you found someone will wear a Zorro mask and slap you during sex?

Dean - Shut it bitch.

Sam - Jerk.

Charlie - As if you're all pure and innocent Sam…

Dean - Oh hey Sam, look Eileen’s here.

Sam -  I'll be back later.

Sam has left the chat.

Charlie - His crush on her is so adorable.

Dean - It is.  

Meg has entered the chat.

Meg - I swear the three of you are going to be the death of me.

Charlie - What'd we do?

Meg - The matching costumes Peppy.

Dean - ?

Charlie - Dean's dressed as Jon Snow, and I'm Daenerys..

Meg - That's my point!  Y/N is looking super hot as Khal Drogo and yet she hasn't talked to the two of you all night.

Dean - We talking regular Khal Drogo?

Meg - Female Khal Drogo, Dean bean.

Dean - don't call me that.

Charlie - I'm going to go say hi, be right back.

Charlie has left the chat.

Charlie has entered the chat.

Dean - That was fast… so did you find her.

Charlie - I can't handle this right now.  I'm in love.

Meg - So that's what it takes to get.your attention.

Charlie - I will find you and slap you.

Dean - On a scale of 1 to 10...what are we looking at?

Charlie - 100.

Dean - Really?

Charlie - Go find her if you don't believe me.

Dean has left the chat.

Dean has entered the chat.

Dean - Holy shit you were right.  Why is Crowley her date?

Charlie - You know how the song goes right?  He does look amazing in that suit. 

Meg - Ew.  That's my boss you're complementing.

Charlie - and?

Meg - I need to find Castiel, and step away from all of this.

Meg has left the chat.

Charlie - Dibs!

Dean - Dibs!

Charlie - Really Dean?

Dean - Don't yell at me when you did the exact same thing.

Charlie -  Wanna make a bet?

Sam has entered the chat.

Sam - This won't end well.

Dean - Shut it Sam.  What's the terms?

Charlie - Winner gets to go on a date with Y/N.

Dean - and the loser?

Charlie -  I didn't think that far.  

Dean - Loser has to clean the bunker for a month.

Charlie - Oh it's on Winchester.  Apple bobbing first?

Dean - Okay sure.

Sam - Party games are not the way to go but what do I know -sigh-

Dean and Charlie have left the chat.

**

You heard the doorbell ring and with a sigh, you made your way downstairs.  You smiled a little when you opened the door and Crowley was standing on the other side.  You chuckled at his costume - which was his normal black suit with a crown upon his head.  “I love your costume Crowley.”

“Why thank you darling.”  He gently kissed your knuckle as the two of you made your way inside.  You stopped by the kitchen as Crowley picked up a drink, he offered to get you one of your own, but you declined.  Hand in hand, you made your way to the loveseat in the living room.  It was the only place where it was remotely quiet.

“How are you doing, kitten?  You can be honest with me, I won’t judge.”  You watched as he took a sip of his drink.  There were a few thoughts running around your head and you considering lying, but what was the point?  

“I've been better.”

“It’s rough having feelings for more than one person.  I know this might come off as forward but I could make you forget about them.”  You gasped as Crowley picked you up and settled you into his lap.  You couldn’t help it as hid your face in your hands.  Crowley laughed as you moved your arms around his waist.  

“How so?”  Your eyes met for a brief second.  “Wait...do I really want you to answer that?”

“I think deep down part of you is curious and that's why you asked.”

“How would you do it then?”  

“A gentleman would never talk to a lady like that.”  He watched your face for a split second before he continued.  “However, I can see those gears turning.  It would be tender at first - I would make sure every need you have is met.  Has anyone ever gone down on you?”

Your felt your face flush.  “Once, and he was horrible at it.”

“I would never leave you unsatisfied.  In fact - we wouldn’t leave the bedroom all night.”  

Feeling a little bold, you leaned into him.  “What about you?”  

“No, this would be all about you.”  He smirked as he felt you squirm in his lap.  “I can tell this is getting you bothered Y/N, do you want to sneak away and take care of your little problem or would you like some help?”

“I'm fine, please continue.”  You had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep the moans from coming out.  

“I would make sure you're ready for me then and only then would I enter you.”  Your face was red as Crowley kept whispering the things he would do to you in your ear.  Cas and Meg watched the two of you from doorway and looked at each other.  Meg knew she had to do something - otherwise you’d go home with Crowley.    

Meg - Hey guys - if you're going to have sex, could you not do it in the living room?

Y/N - Ohmygod Meg, why would you even…

Crowley - and I thought my mother was a cock block.  

Meg - We could hear her moaning in the kitchen.. It got their attention however.

Y/N - What?

Crowley - It worked?

Meg - It stopped their stupid competition..

Y/N - What competition, Meg?  You know what - I'll go ask about it myself.  

**

Y/N - Can anyone tell me why Dean and Charlie are being super competitive all of a sudden?

Sam - I can't. Sorry.

Y/N has left the chat

Sam - Damn it, you two.  

Dean - What?

Charlie - I just watched Y/N storm upstairs, what did we do wrong?

Sam - Well...

Cas has entered the chat.

Cas - Y/N is in distress.  What happened?

Dean - We made a stupid bet and she caught the tail end of it.

Sam - Told you it would blow up in your face.

Charlie - I was winning too.

Dean - We were tied at best.

Charlie - ...

Dean - Truce?

Charlie - Fine.

Cas - I don't understand why you were fighting…

Sam - How do I explain this? Both my brother and Charlie like Y/N.  

Cas - Why would you fight over something like that? It's kind of obvious she likes the both of them.

Dean - What?

Charlie - Cas what do you mean?

Cas - I'm afraid I've said too much.

Cas has left the chat.

Sam - I think your best bet right now is to go talk to Y/N.  I know you don't like this Dean, but tell her how you feel.  Charlie - you too. Then maybe this will stop you from acting like idjits in the future.

Sam has left the chat

Charlie was the first one to knock on your bedroom door.  She heard noises and when she cracked the door open, you were half way out the window.  “Y/N, where are you going?”  You sighed and pointed to the door leading to the balcony.  Whenever you needed to think, this is where you would always go.  

“I just needed to think about something.”  She took a seat next to you and when you heard Dean tap on your bedroom door, Charlie yelled at him.  

“Hi.”  

“Hi Dean.”  

He pulled an empty chair next to the two of you and you smiled briefly.  “Can either of you explain what the hell was going on?”

You watched Dean rub the back of his neck and Charlie couldn’t meet your eye.  “It’s dumb really.”

“Tell me.”  You grabbed a hold of Dean’s hand forcing him to look at you.  “Please?”

He cleared his throat and you felt him lace his fingers with your hand.  “We had a bet that who won the most party games would get to ask you on a date.”

“Wait, why would you do that if you two are going out?”

“What?”

“You honestly think that Dean and me are dating?”  Charlie practically screeched and you heard Meg yell from downstairs to keep it down.  

“What else would I think when you came to the party in matching costumes.  I thought only couples did that.”

“Oh sweetie.”  Charlie placed her arm over your shoulder and pulled you in closer.  “I can appreciate how attractive Dean is but he’ll never be my type.”  

“What on earth do you mean?”  Dean chuckled and moved his chair closer towards the two of you.  

“Dean's one of my best friends, hell he's the closest thing I have to a brother but I'm not attracted to him.  At all.”

“You like girls, of course…”  She watched as you processed that information.  “And you like me?”

“Of course, why else would I fight this knucklehead all night to go on a date with you.”  She felt you kiss her on her cheek and Charlie smiled.

“What about you sweetheart, is there anything you want to tell us?”  Dean watched as you bit your lower lip and tried to avoid looking  into his eyes.  

“I don’t see why the two of you had to compete at all - if you would’ve asked me, I would’ve said yes.”

“Wait, what are you saying right now Y/N?”  Dean watched as you shifted towards him.

“I can’t believe I’m telling you like this.  I like the both of you.”

“As friends right?”  

Y/N - I swear to Chuck, Dean you are so dense.  

Charlie - Lmao we are in the same room, I don't think he's going to check this just yet.  But oh my god Y/N - get it girl.  Wait…

Charlie grinned as she watched you pull Dean closer and kiss him.  Friends didn't kiss the way you were kissing him.  Maybe this would work out after all.

Dean - Okay okay, I get it sweetheart.  

Charlie - shebahhdgdg

Dean - Charlie?

Y/N - she's a little busy at the moment Dean...

Dean chuckled as he watched Charlie's phone fall onto the couch.  “Should I leave the two of you alone?”

“No way, we're not done with our conversation.”

“I would never ask you to choose between the two of us.”

“I like both of you and I want to be with both of you.”  A small moan slipped out when Charlie hit a sensitive spot on your neck and Dean raised an eyebrow.

“We can talk about this later, Y/N.  Let's go back to my place..”  Charlie grinned and Dean winked at you.

Y/N - Dean, if this escalates, you have my permission to watch.

Dean - I can do more than watch sweetheart.

Y/N - Meg is going to kill me.

Dean - At least we know now…

Y/N - You're lucky Meg told me what was going on…

Dean - Oh?

Y/N - Yeah, I might've slept with Crowley if she didn't say anything.

“Please tell me you're joking, Y/N.”

Meg - Guys, if you're going to have sex, please go somewhere else.  Y/N, I love you but I don't need to hear Dean's sex noises again.  

Dean - We'll be out of your hair shortly.  Y/N is packing an overnight bag.

Dean has left the chat,

Charlie has left the chat.

Y/N - So do I give you details tomorrow or no?

Meg - Of course.  Be safe and use protection.  Also don't do anything I wouldn't do ;)

Y/N has left the chat.

Meg has left the chat.

#spnkinkbingo #Dean x Charlie x Reader #Crowley x Reader #Meg x Cas #Sam x Eileen #SPN fics #SPN chats #Poly fics

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Fever Ray's Eerie Halloween Synthpop

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Fever Ray's Eerie Halloween Synthpop

As it is with costumes and movie-night picks and the gruesomeness of skeletons you tack up in your front yard, there are two kinds of Halloween music: the spooky, and the scary. The spooky is “Monster Mash” or “Thriller” or anything keyword-related but otherwise in good fun (“psycho killer,  qu’est-ce que c’est!”). Then … there are the songs to actually cause nightmares.

When I’ve made playlists of the latter, Fever Ray’s 2008 single “If I Had a Heart,” has been at the top. It’s built off a low grinding sound possibly pitched to the frequency of decaying flesh; the vocals sound like Linda Blair in a reflective moment. Entire genres—death metal, horrorcore rap—exist to unsettle by transgressing the boundaries of taste and tunefulness. But the power of this song is its calmness and its success as pop. Hum it in hell.

So it seems like a Halloween miracle that Fever Ray, the recording name of Karin Dreijer, has finally released a second album as a surprise this late October. Dreijer is half of the Swedish avant-dance duo The Knife, whose catalogue too contains plenty of material with which to enliven a seance. Her shtick both in The Knife and solo has been to use strange vocal effects and swarms of keyboards while wearing creepy beaked masks or makeup. Her accoutrement for Fever Ray’s latest, Plunge: rivers of blood.

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The music is skewed, turbulent synthpop—often brighter than “If I Had a Heart,” but still engineered to tap into the listener’s fight-or-flight reflex. You might be okay letting much of Plunge command the dancefloor of your costume party, provided the crowd can handle the chalkboard-nails appeal of Dreijer’s vocals. She sings with a filter that makes her seem both robotic and fetid, like Siri in swamp goop. It’s the sound of some creature—homo sapiens?—programmed for hunger: gimme more, gimme more.

The lead single “To the Moon and Back” is a particularly cheery-queasy introduction. The rattlesnaking sounds that open the track recall “Head Like a Hole” by Nine Inch Nails, a band that’s also a generator of Halloween-playlist essentials and a big influence of Fever Ray’s. In an excited, climbing melody, Dreijer sings about lust while the synths and rhythms quiver. She climaxes with a fabulously explicit come-on, and the video is high-camp horror kink: body suits, bared gums, fluids.

The raunchiness continues across the album, and a few other songs follow in the ravey, first-touch rush of the single. “IDK About You” is a heavy-breathing rhythmic workout featuring the Kuduro producer Nídia, with Dreijer’s lyrics nailing the way that desire can be a kind of curiosity. The opener, “Wanna Sip,” starts with ominous drone sounds but quickly livens up rhythmically. Falling-missile effects erupt after each time Dreijer reveals, “I wanna peek / I wanna sip.”

Elsewhere, and more seasonally appropriately, Dreijer’s soundscapes and sex dreams trend darker. There’s showstopping beauty in the violins-streaked odyssey of “Red Trails,” which opens, “Blood was our favorite paint / You were my favorite pain.” “Falling” is the most obvious haunted-house tune here, with clanging noises slowly cohering as Dreijer riffs on the complexities of reclaiming the pervert tag: “She makes me feel dirty again / That old feeling of shame.” Fully decoding her meaning when it comes to sex and gore is no simple thing, and it’s not helped by the surreal essay she crafted for Plunge, though one line is nicely lucid: “Baby, I hope one of us will hypnotise the other. Then the one less hypnotised will kill the other.”

There’s a moment of political horror here, too. On “This Country,” halting bangs and whirs build into an industrial rhythm as Dreijer shouts, “Free abortions and clean water! Destroy nuclear! Destroy boring!” The glorious catharsis of the song comes when she repeats, “This country makes it hard to fuck.” Which suggests two explanations for the entire Fever Ray project: She either makes music to embody something sinister about the world, or to scare the sickness out of it. Something similar could be said of the human fascination with horror, on October 31 and always.

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