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nillabeam · 4 years

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KINKTOBER TWO: praise kink

synopsis: reader with a degradation kink but an even bigger praise kink

warnings: smut! 18+!! degradation, praise kink, dirty talk, language, unprotected sex, squirting??? characters aged up, some fluff sprinkled in lmao

characters: tsukishima kei

a/n: basically i wanted to write some sort of soft tsukki and idk i’m just real into this jerk rn so i hope you enjoy it!! also this is my first time writing for haikyuu and im a little nervouse to post this!! but please ignore any grammar or spelling errors and thank you for reading!!! <3333

he wasn’t exactly sure what he’d been feeling lately. he loathed not being able to understand his own feelings. but lately every time he saw your adorable little smiling face looking up at him his chest would tighten and he would get the most uncomfortable fluttering feeling in his stomach. he fucking hated it.

so naturally he took it out on you in the bedroom.

tsukishima always had a pretty sharp tongue but it was nothing compared to what he said to you when he had your face pressed down into the pillows, a hand on your back, the other tangled in your hair.

it never hurt your feelings though, and he discovered pretty early on that you liked it. hell he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like it. the way his harsh words had you dripping for him and cumming on his cock so easily, so willingly, it drove him fucking insane. not that he was ready to admit something like that to you so easily.

on this particular night he was more pent up than usual, it didn’t take long for him to get you out of your clothes and into bed with him. he was kissing you with more energy than he usually did, every time you parted for air he was pressing his lips on yours. it was suffocating. it didn’t help that he had two of his long fingers pressed inside your cunt, expertly stroking your walls, just enough to get you teetering on the edge of your release only to deny it.

“tsukki, please, you’re being so mean today,” you say between hushed moans, he replies by pulling his fingers away from your soaked core, he rolls his eyes when you whine. “don’t pout you stupid brat,” his reply sends a bolt of electricity through your body, and he watches as your cunt clenches desperately around nothing. “such a greedy little cunt,” he muses, dipping his fingers back into your wetness. “you’re making a fucking mess with this sloppy little pussy.”

he can see it, the coil deep inside you winding up, ready to snap. he indulges you, his thumb moving to rub harsh circles on your swollen clit. your hips move independently as they buck against his slender fingers, desperately chasing your release. it doesn't take long before your cumming on his fingers, your dripping cunt drenching him down to his wrist.

“greedy little slut, always thinking of herself,” he presses his thumb against your lips, prying them open, he slides his messy fingers into your mouth. “clean them for me, it’s the least you can do for making such a fucking mess.”

you do as he asks, easily taking in his long digits and sucking them clean. his lips twist into a disapproving smirk, “you like licking your cum off my fingers? hm?” he presses his fingers further down your throat when you don’t answer, eliciting a gag, “so fucking disgusting,” his words and his actions contradict as he removes his soaked digits and replaces them with his mouth, he stiffles a moan at the taste of your cum on his tongue.

tsukishima didn’t use his size advantage very often but today was one of those rare occasions where he felt riled up enough to do so. he easily flipped you onto your stomach, positioning you just the way he liked, face down ass up. he lines himself up with your entrance, lazily dragging the head of his hard cock against your slick.

“kei just put it in already..” you groan and he shoves your face into the pillow to quiet you. he chuckles at your muffled whining. “such a needy little cumslut,” he fans out his fingers against the back of your skull, the sensation makes you shiver, he gathers a handful of your hair and yanks your head back enough so he can whisper into your ear.

“maybe if you ask nicely i’ll give you what you want.”

his words have you squirming beneath him. he had been torturing you for hours now, needless to say you were frustrated, overstimulated, and overwhelmed by the need to be filled by his cock.

“i want it kei, please give it to me,” he slides his thumb over his leaking tip, collecting the weeping precum to coat his throbing cock in it.

“i want to hear you say it,” his tone is still calm, condescending, but he’s unraveling quickly at the sight of you, bent over, cunt soaked and dripping for him.

“please kei, your cock, i want it, i’ve been good.” you beg quietly, almost shamefully. he takes a moment to admire how cute you are like this, pathetically begging for him. you really were so good to him. he’s suddenly determined to show you just how much he appreciates you. he releases his grip on your hair, his hands instead finding purchase on your hips.

finally, he slides into your sopping cunt, you can’t help the moans that slip past your lips. he begins to thrust into you, you’re so desperate for him that he barely has to move. you’re sinking back onto his cock, meeting each of his shallow thrusts, desperate to be full of him.

he tightens his grip on your hips, large hands leaving bruises against your tender skin, he can’t stop the feeling bubbling up in his chest, he’s so overwhelmed by how good you are, how well you treat him, how fucking amazing your tight little cunt feels. “you think you’ve been good?,” he snaps his hips into you, throwing off your rhythm in favor of his own. you yelp when he sets his own brutal pace.

“such a good little slut for me aren’t you?” he breathes between quiet moans. “so eager for me, so desperate,” he continues and he notes how hard you’re gripping the sheets now. “such a good girl.”

a low moan that falls from your lips is different than he’s used to, and they way your walls are clentching around him makes it hard to focus. did you like this? being praised? of course he was going to find out.

“you like when i call you that, hm?” his tone is low, but softer than you’ve ever heard it. “my good girl,” his words, to both of your surprise, are enough to have you cumming around his cock. your head tossed back, body trembling, eyes rolling into your head, whimpering incoherent nonsense. and the way you were clentching around him almost sent him over the edge.

he’d never made you cum like that before.

“fuck,” he steadies himself, and something in him ignites, a smirk finds his features. he was right.

he barely gives you a second to catch your breath before he has you on your back. he spreads your thighs apart, watching as your cunt spasms around nothing, your expression completely fucked out and dazed. you look absolutely perfect. the mere sight of you has him licking his lips.

“one more,” he groans, you try and string together a reply but you don’t get the chance to speak, all that comes out is a whine as he slides his cock back into you.

“you like it when i praise you? tell you how good you are to me?” the way your eyes roll back gives him all the confirmation he needs, and the way you were responding to his voice had him pistoning into you harder than normal. “you cum on my cock so well, you did so good,” he moves to grip your thighs, squeezing them as he ruts into you.

he can’t decide which view he likes more, his cock stuffing your tight little cunt or the slutty expression you were wearing. “i want you to cum like that again,” his fingers move to rub messy circles against your clit. you cringe at the overstimulation, another orgasm quickly building, “k-kei i can’t!” you yelp but he doesn’t bend, he’s too determined, dead set on making you cum again.

“you can, good girl,” he groans, “i’m so proud of you, fuck, you feel so good-“ he is lost in it now, he’s close, he’s so close. “you’re fucking perfect, god, i love you,” his confession is enough to push you over the edge, though he wasn’t expecting you to cum so hard. you were a mess, cum flowing freely from your cunt, drentching tsukki and the sheets, mouth open, a silent moan stuck on your tongue, body tense and shaking.

“s-shit-” his own orgasm hits him hard, harder than he was expecting it to, a slew of curses and moans pour out of him, his thick cum coats your insides. to be honest he’s a little embarrassed at his lack of subtlety but he’d never admit it.

he collapses in the space on the bed beside you. both taking a moment to catch your breath before you muster up the courage to speak. “did you mean it?” your voice is soft, small even, he barely hears you. “what?” he asks, back to his former self. “you said you loved me.” you turn your head to face him, he takes a moment to admire how sleepy and soft you look.

and that’s when it hits him. it hits him like a goddamn train. he loves you. he fucking loves you. he rolls his eyes, trying his best to seem unbothered. “i only said that so you’d cum,” he replies, his tone a little annoyed, but he’s hoping you won’t notice how his cheeks have warmed up at his realization. “you shouldn’t say things like that if you don’t mean them,” you reply, draping an arm lazily around his waist, a small smirk gracing your lips.

“you only get a few minutes, then we have to clean up the mess you made,” he says, hoping his deflection wasn’t too obvious. he shifts a bit so you can rest your head on his chest, which you do so happily. his slender fingers run softly through your hair, each stroke making it harder to stay awake.

he takes in the sight of you, you’re drifting off to sleep, perfectly serene, an angel unbothered by his unending teasing and mean spirited nature. god, he really did love you. and he had a feeling despite his earlier denial, you knew it too.

#hq smut #hq imagines #haikyuu smut #haikyuu imagines #tsukki smut #tsukki imagines #tsukishima imagine #tsukishima smut #nillabeamwrites #haikyu!! smut #haikyu!! imagine

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megatraven · 2 years

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i’m not gonna have time to read hydra’s route for myself BUT i’m meeting him in medusa’s lost kisses route rn and i love him sm….. do u have any fave hydra moments u can share 👀

HE'S SO SO GOOD <333 i love him so much hehe

im too lazy to go searching for screenshots so i hope ur ok without them but here we go!!!!

-hydra leads mc on a day-long case searching for a monster that broke out of HERA, only for her to realize the "case" takes them by every place important to them and leads directly to hydra's studio. when he brings her inside, it's fully decorated for romance and he proposes to her <3 he tells her "I'll follow you all my life" and it's so so so sweet

-following that up, there's a moment in season 3 where they get into a big argument. hydra keeps thinking MC will buckle under the gods' will and become Hera, and he expresses this out loud, which upsets mc. in the height of their argument, she makes a an exaggeration by saying "And I'll become Hera!" which upsets both of them, and in a heart choice, she brings up the things he's said before that hurt her. they have a pretty intense make-up sex session where she says "I hate you" and he says "I love you" and she says "Liar" and after That, he at some point repeats the words he told her on the night they got engaged: "I'll follow you all my life" and it's so romantic and sweet and good <3333333

-in one of his POVs he's at the grocery store following women around to see what they buy because MC is at his apartment and they're on the run from HERA and he doesn't know what girls eat 😭😂

-there's a scene in his ALK where they're on the run from HERA (again lol) and so they're in Chicago laying low and they just settle into the apartment they're staying in when a dialogue option lets mc just suddenly jump into his arms, and he catches her and spins her around and theyre all lovey-dovey cute

-in AFK s2 he's about to announce to the pantheon that mc has the potential to become Hera in order to save her from a fraud who's claiming to be Hera and is ordering MC to be her human sacrifice, and jsut before hydra says it, he tells her that no matter what she chooses, he'll always love her. hydra, who hates the gods and has no faith in them whatsoever, tells her that he'll love her anyways, even if she becomes Hera

-In s1, he leaves mc behind in the rain thinking she doesnt believe in him, but mostly he just doesn't want to hurt her anymore. he's prepared to die to bring justice to his monster friends and to take hercules down, and he doesn't want mc to hurt if he does die, so he pushes her away. not only for that, but because he also just doesn't want to see hercules hurt her. when he goes to his studio, everything there reminds him of her and he wonders how she wiggled her way into his life so thoroughly without him noticing. he goes to his office to get away from it all, and still he can only think of her <333

-when mc gets fired from HERA in s2, she gets so upset that this time she leaves hydra behind. he's stunned for a moment, but then he goes out looking for her, not wanting her to be alone when she's hurting so badly. he gets a tip off from a friend that she's at the boarback and he arrives and just sits there beside her until she's ready to leave. she's like totally hammered bc all the monsters kept buying her drinks because they, too, dont like the gods, and so hydra carries her home in his arms

-when hydra moves in with mc the ONLY possession he brings. is a single air plant. named sid. it's his and mc's child, as mc later states when hydra is thinking of doing something dangerous, that Sid needs their father

-there's a scene in a special story where he wraps a big red scarf around her neck because it's getting cold and then he ends up taking her out for a horse-n-carriage ride through central park <3333

-to celebrate mc becoming a field agent, they have a little party for her in the boarback and he dresses up his aura in little party hats :) one of the snake heads of his aura goes around sipping people's drinks and it's super cute

there are SO MANY other hydra scenes i love to death but this is already a little long and im lazy <3 thank you for asking about him though because i ADOREEEEE HIM <333333 he's so snarky and rude i love it

#hydra x mc #hydra #afk mc #astoria #lovestruck

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voidclrx · 3 years

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im full on chemistry teacher hange brainrot rn 😩 so can i ask an nsfw oneshot of dom hange x sub reader. in which reader who asks them to give them a higher grade that she would do anything for it. so hange takes the advantage of the reader's statement. (im not sure if you're comfortable with nsfw fics so please feel free to ignore this message if you're not willing to write for it!)

oh and to clarify some things the reader will be in her college years so there's no pedophilia going on. thank you!

i understand you omg- 😩😖

no, im totally comfortable with it!! it’s just i’m really insecure about it since it’s one of my first time writing smut!! 🥺 hope you like it tho<3333

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hange x fem!reader

tw: nsfw, degrading, cursing, dom!hange, sub!reader, fingering, sex toy

college!au

bad grades

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you were in your chemistry class, trying to make your exercise, since you were really bad at this. your grades getting worst since a few weeks and you want to improved so you decided to see your teacher at the end of the class.

the bell rang indicating the end of class, so you went to the teacher's office. “professor zoe?”. “yes y/n? what do you want? “ they asked smiling. “i-i have some difficulty these times in chemistry and i was wondering if you an help me?” you questioned a bit embarrassed. “y/n... i don’t have time to give you private lessons since you’re not the only one in this situation.” they said a bit bothered by your request. “but... please i would do anything to get higher grades. it could ruin my year” you said begging them. “anything you said, huh?”. “y-yes...”. “i see, come see me at my house tonight around 6PM”. they declared. “hum, you sure??”. “yes here my address.” they said smirking.

5:55PM, you were on your way to professor zoe’s house, you anticipated a lot. what does they want? why would they invite you at their house? you arrive beside their door and knock on it. they open the door with bright smile. “come, don’t stay there”. you entered and saw a big house you didn’t thought that it would be like this. it was pretty well organised and really cleaned! “sit on the couch”. they proposed you. after minutes of talking about life stuffs, you finally asked them “so professor why did you invite me here?”. you asked. “you say lately that you will do anything for getting better grades. so if you really want these higher grades, i think that let me fuck you is the best way for you to have it”. “p-professor, are you serious?”. “yes i am”. all you could do is loudly swallow your saliva. you never thinking of doing this type of thing one day but your year is more important for you. "okay now undress you, since i see that you ain’t against that". that’s what you did you take your shirt off, unclipped your bra. "what a beautiful tits we have here" they said while slowly squeezing one of them. you moan surprisingly. "already moaning? i barely touch you". and they sucking the other one, sometime bite it, you could feel your lower belly waking up because of it. "hum please professor, i love it" you begged. "call me hange. it’s more simple". they proposed you.

after a few minutes of stimulated your breasts, they took of your jean, to reveal your panties. they touched your clit on it and doing circulars moves through it. your moan goes a bit loudly, since your pleasure grows little by little. "mmmh hange, that’s feel s-so good". “i know angel, i can see that. now lift your hips up". that’s what you did and they took off your panties. "wooow you’re already this wet. i didn’t know i have so much effects on you”. they stated, proud, at the view of your wetness. after this comment, hange go to your pussy and start to flick their tongue on it, and doing fast moves. tears of pleasure start to running down your cheeks. "don’t stop plea— fuck”. you moaned. hange leave your clit and start to fingering you by insert 2 of their fingers in you, and start thrusting them into you. "you’re such a needy slut you know that?". they snapped. "answer me." slapping your ass. "yes i am". "but let me clarify you, you’re MY needy slut. i want to hear it from you now. say it". they groaned. "i’m your good slut. all yours". "good girl". after this degrading exchange, hange take their fingers from you and get up. "what? where are you going”. "stay there, i’ll comeback". below frustrating minutes of waiting, they cameback with a dildo. you almost choked at the view of it. “i brought you something bigger than my fingers, let’s see if you can handle it”. they teased, smirking. “o-of course, i can” you declared. “yeah yeah we’ll see”. while saying that, hange pushed the dildo deep inside you and start thrusting in you. you rolled your eyes back, bitting your lower lips to contains your moans, but the pleasure was too big to keep you quiet. suddenly hange start to speaking “so you let me fucking you for good grades, huh? i know you were desperate but not at the point of accepting that, stupid whore” they degraded. these words turned you on, you didn’t even know why. their thrusts start to be faster, you feel your orgasm coming little by little. “fuck, hange i’m so close”. “already? i thought you could handle it". they teased you. you don’t even replied since you knows that they were right. to grow your pleasure, hange use their free hands to stimulate your clit. the only things you could hear in the room were your moans and your cunt making wet noises because of hange’s thrusts deep inside of you.

"i’m going to cum, hange" you sighed. "you only allowed to cum when i say that you can”. they replied. their pace on you were going faster and beat your g-spot with strength. you were out of breath by dint of moaning without stopping. “hange please i won’t be able to handle it anymore”. you begged. “you’ve been a good girl, you deserve it. so, go, you can cum now angel.” you felt you’re edge coming, you could feel your heart beating faster, your legs shaking and your back arching because of the pleasure you were feeling at the moment.

after coming down from your highs, you saw hange, looking at you and put his glasses back on. “wow you deserve an A+ for that, kitten”

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thanks for reading it 😖

#hange x reader #hange smut #hange zoe x reader #snk x reader #snk smut

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magpiefngrl · 4 years

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Hi. Im sorry you are hurting. Im feeling a similar way myself currently and it sucks. If you're up to it im really in the mood for a drarry soulmate AU. Maybe a red string of fate? No pressure tho. Hope you feel better.

Hello!

Thank you for your wishes <3333 I’m better, thank you: writing fun drarry ficlets helped. It gave me a lot of joy to write this one, and I hope you like it!

Eighth year, 1.3k, Mature, unbeated.

*****

When Blaise offered Draco a potion that would make him discover his soulmate, Draco only drank it to humour him.

‘There’s no such thing as soulmates,’ he said, twirling the blue vial. The potion inside gave off a strong smell of iodine. He wondered if it was a harmless Muggle medicine or an illegal hallucinogenic drug—both real possibilities where Blaise was concerned.

Blaise was leaning against the frame of his bed. ‘There is. That’s how I learned that Padma is the love of my life.’

Draco scoffed. ‘It’s all right to say you’re smitten, you know. You don’t have to justify it with metaphysical mumbo-jumbo.’

Blaise’s eyes flashed. ‘Just drink it and you’ll see it.’

Draco couldn’t be arsed to argue; he drank it. ‘And now what?’ He deposited the vial on his bedside table.

‘Now fate will contrive that you meet them, and when you see your soulmate, they’ll glow.’

‘You mean my soulmate is at Hogwarts? Out of the entire world? How ridiculous! What if my soulmate is a Brazilian underwear model?’

‘Well then your Brazilian underwear model will somehow, through mysterious circumstances, find himself at Hogwarts tonight.’

‘What a load of bull,’ Draco said and gathered his school bag. ‘Come on. We have Intelligent Plants at Greenhouse Six. Hey, maybe a plant is my soulmate? I could swear my ficus winked at me the other day.’

Blaise didn’t look impressed or amused. ‘You’re mocking now, but you’ll eat your words.’

He followed Blaise out of their dorm, his chest heavy. He didn’t want to tell Blaise the real reason he didn’t want to know about soulmates. It’d be so disheartening to be in love, desperately yearning for a person, and then to get confirmation that he wasn’t the One. That someone else was, someone that perhaps you hadn’t met yet. Even if it was better in the long run, Draco didn’t want the pain of disillusionment. He didn’t want to know the right bloke for him when his heart ached for the wrong one.

Because there was no way that Potter was his soulmate. They’d barely had a conversation these days that wasn’t fraught with tension, weird looks and awkwardness. Potter—who, in former years, had been capable of returning Draco’s jibes with sharp wit—was tongue-tied around him. Avoided looking at Draco even.

It hurt. Potter’s distance hurt, and Draco had no idea how to bridge it. He distracted himself by thinking about their next class when he froze a few metres from the greenhouses. He’d forgotten to bring the ingredients Professor Sprout had asked them to for this lesson. Curse Blaise and his stupid potions!

‘I need to go back,’ he told Blaise and strode back to the castle without another word. He crossed the Entrance, silent and empty now, and was about to head to the dungeons when he saw the school’s psych-healer walk his way. Oh no.

Luckily, she hadn’t seen him, her attention on her folder, and Draco glanced around him in panic and dashed inside a broom cupboard. He shut the door firmly and leaned his forehead on it, trying to listen to her footsteps fading away.

‘What are you doing here?’ said a voice behind him.

Draco froze. Honestly, this day couldn’t get any worse.

He turned around. A weird glow hovered in a corner, which illuminated the silhouette of Potter’s head. Draco’s heart—the traitor—thumped giddily. He swallowed. ‘What are you doing here?’

‘I…er…. was looking for something.’

‘So am I,’ Draco hurried to say.

Murmurs came from outside. Draco pressed his ear to the door and groaned. Dr Bells had stopped right outside their door and was talking to someone—McGonagall probably.

‘You look like you’re hiding,’ Potter said.

‘So do you,’ Draco replied.

‘Maybe I am.’

Draco’s eyes adjusted to the darkness and he could see Potter a little more clearly, shrouded in that golden haze. ‘What’s that around your head?’

Potter glanced above him. ‘What thing?’

‘That— oh dear Merlin!’ Blaise’s words shot through Draco’s brain like a lance: your soulmate will glow.

‘Are you all right?’

‘Yes, yes,’ Draco answered quickly, his heart hammering in his chest. Was Potter…? Was it possible? Draco’s breath came shallow, his lungs straining for air. They strained harder when Potter left his corner and leaned on the door beside Draco. He put his ear on the door, then glanced at Draco with a half-smile.

‘Hiding from Dr Bells?’

In his confusion it didn’t occur to Draco to lie. ‘Yes. She keeps asking me to go see her and talk to her.’ He mimicked the counsellor’s voice. ‘ “How about a chat, Draco? I haven’t seen you in my office yet. How about you tell me about your worst nightmares and biggest shames and—”.’ Draco bit his lip. He hadn’t intended to say all of that and waited for mockery or laughter.

But Potter looked serious. He still leaned beside him, his face turned towards Draco. ‘I’m hiding from McGonagall. Same—well, similar reason. She wants me to make plans about the future, decide on my next few steps, and—’

He didn’t finish his sentence and Draco didn’t hurry to fill the silence. They stared at each other in the dim golden glow. ‘I can’t stand people being understanding,’ Draco confessed. ‘Helpful. Kind.’

‘It’s pity,’ Potter said. ‘It infuriates me. People checking in on me all the time.’

Draco was distantly aware that, outside, the conversation had ended, and he could leave. He remained where he was, breathing quietly, side by side with Potter. ‘All you want is to be left alone,’ he whispered.

‘Yes,’ Potter said, voice equally low. Then, he lowered his face but glanced up at Draco through his lashes. ‘Well, maybe not all alone.’

Draco swallowed. He kept his eyes on Potter’s, desperately trying to keep his knees from collapsing. His voice rasped only a little. ‘You want someone by your side.’ Potter nodded. Draco continued, ‘Someone who’s not kind, though.’

‘No,’ Potter said, coming closer. ‘Not kind, not understanding, not helpful.’ He’d stopped an inch from Draco’s lips, his breath hot. ‘I want someone who’s fierce. And clever. And a bit rude. And—’ he stroked Draco’s cheek. ‘Resilient.’

The word loosened something inside Draco’s chest, and he propelled himself forward. His mouth fell on Potter’s, his hands pulling him close. Potter kissed him back enthusiastically, making small, painful sounds, as if it hurt. And perhaps it did hurt: to be granted this joy. Draco found himself pressed against the door, Potter’s thigh between his legs and Potter’s hot hands under Draco’s shirt. He kissed him breathlessly, relentlessly, savagely, while a voice inside his head rang with joy: soulmates!

Late that evening, Draco lounged on his bed, his skin flushing at the memory of Potter—Harry, sweet Harry—kissing him and stroking him and gasping in his ear. He looked up to see a disgruntled Blaise enter the room.

‘What’s up?’

‘Daphne’s sister, that annoying Sixth-Year, got a hold of the potion, tested it and said it was a tiny strain of Felix Felicis with some other shit which would make someone’s pupils dilate when they saw the person they had a crush on? I didn’t understand it, but—’

‘You wanted it to be soulmates.’

Blaise sat heavily on his bed and held his head with his hands. Almost inaudibly, he said, ‘If we’re not soulmates, Padma might fall out of love with me.’

Draco sat up. ‘Well, then you’ve got to treat her right, don’t you? But if it helps, I did meet someone today. Under unexpected circumstances. Perhaps there is something in that potion; something that hints at fated love.’

Blaise cast a sideways glance. ‘Your Brazilian underwear model?’

Draco leaned back on his pillow with a smile and a half-hard cock. ‘Someone better.’

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Please note that it’s my fervent belief that therapy is a godsend and that finding the right therapist can be life-changing for everyone. I’d urge everyone who can afford it to seek some therapy, esp during difficult times. The attitude of these two idiots in the fic isn’t an example to emulate. (although it’s, unfortunately, quite realistic.)

#drarry #drarry fics #my stories #not on ao3

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chibikuroneko13 · 5 years

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If you want more, I'll ask 29, 30, 32, and 39 for D&D asks >:)

YESSSSS thanku :3333

29. Have you ever been drunk playing d&d?

Nope but i really wanna. Our main dm doesnt drink so ehh. Ive been mildly tipsy playing before cuz we play in a pub for adventurers league so a few malibu and cokes later im just..... yeah

30. Homebrew or prewritten?

i dont mind either tbh. Ive not played in a prewritten one yet. Unless you count Ravnica which is just the world tbh. but anythings good fun XD

32. Most memorable NPC you've encountered in a game you played in.

Boi lemme tell you about Oasis Starborne who is as obnoxious as his name sounds. We first met him entering a tavern we were lurking in wearing glowing white full plate armour, a giant flaming greatsword and yknow that rich kid smirk that they have like they own the place. Absolute dickhead, as soon as i got sending we messaged him “HEY OASIS, EAT SHIT OASIS, I HOPE YOU FALL OFF YOUR BIKE”. We love to hate him

39. Favorite villain you've defeated?

This is kinda long so here we go XD

Ok so. This doesnt technically count as defeated but this is like one of my favourite things thats happened involving a villain.We’re in the good world of Ravnica, the balance of power is very very very fragile here. Im a Dimir (sneaky bastard information stealing guild) Rogue whos undercover in the Orzhov (religious mafia with ghosts guild). We were tasked with retrieving this shield for the Boros (big military stereotypical paladin guild) that the Orzhov stole by blackmailing a high ranking Boros Archangel. After some shenanigans we meet the guy responsible, have an awkward dinner with an empty cloak sitting next to the guy, he tells us to see him preach later at his cathedral.We scout the place, find the shield in his office up at the very top. Plan was for me and the ranger to sneak in and grab it while the cleric and paladin caused a distraction outside.we did that well enough. Until we got into the cathedral, the Ranger failed a stealth check, so i went up alone (mistake)I rolled a 2 on stealth (9 total) for peeking through the keyhole to see if hes in there, door creaks open and he looks up at me, smiles, “Welcome. Please come in. Take a seat. :)” Me internally: *PANICPANICPANICPANICPANIC*i cant exactly say no because im literally on the like 6th floor, and there were guards downstairs. so i sit down and he begins interrogating me like “So... Youre here to “free” the archangel? You are aware that as an Orzhov member- you are Orzhov correct?” me: *pulls out insignia i have cuz im undercover* ummm yes“Well, good. As an Orzhov member I am free to do with you as I wish”At this point im like. proper internally screaming. He tells me to grab a book from the shelf for him. So I do. And i stealthily take out my dagger to try and stab and run.Then theres a voice from behind me. “Id prefer it if you didnt stab my puppet” The room was seemingly empty besides from me and him. Then i noticed a cloak. what was on a coat rack now floating ominously. Ok time to go, i can maybe make it out the door right? so i stab the guy out of spite, double dash to get out the door.Then the DM says “Make a Charisma saving throw”And then my dice betray meNat 1So now i have a ghost in my head. And suddenly my character is much more stingy about money for some reason. And because i went in alone, none of my party members know about it. The ghost was pretty smart about it cuz he was like “hm what would be the most natural thing to do here” and was like. Here take the shield back to the Guildpact and then theyll not suspect a thing

Curse my +8 to deception.

Thank for more asks :3. I can and will yell all day.

#answered #xeno #dnd

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sicky-hobi · 5 years

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Oh Oh could you write one where Yoongi eats too much fast food on a road trip and ends up getting carsick and throwing up on himself? I requested this from someone else before and I just love the idea and I want to see how you would write it since I love your writing. Thanks a ton

Yoongi is sitting in the back of the van regretting his decisions earlier about eating a little to much lunch. The car was very hot and clammy for some reason. Or maybe it was just him.

He notices he’s starting to sweat, really hoping no one catches on.

His stomach isn’t cramping that badly, it’s mostly just a very full feeling, feeling like he’s going to be sick soon.

He leans his head on the cold car window and the coldness feels nice. He soon drifts off to sleep.

Waking up to the van going over a huge bump, his stomach jolts and he knows that he’s gonna be sick, but the words won’t come out. He’s worried that if he opens his mouth he will throw up.

He needs to get out of the van, fast.

Namjoon, who was sitting beside him. Yoongi weakly tapped his leg with the other hand covering his mouth. “Are you okay-” then Namjoon understands what he needs.

Yoongi gags into his hand. “It’s okay, Yoongs, just a minute-” Namjoon says before Yoongi gags loudly into his hand again, grabbing the attention of the rest of the boys.

Yoongi can’t hold it in anymore. He hears the muffled sound of Jin telling the driver to pull over.

With one final burp and a gag, Yoongi brings up a stream of his lunch onto his lap and a bit on the car seat and the floor. He brings up another stream, almost chocking at the force. “You’re okay baby.” he hears someone say.

He’s to busy trying to control his stomach, and he doesn’t realize that they pulled over.

Someone opens the door from the outside for him, Namjoon clicks his set belt off, helping the sick boy out of the van.

“I’m sorry I-” Yoongi is cut off by the large gush if chunky vomit that is brought up onto the grass.

At this point Yoongi is crying he feels so sick and he just wants to go home.

“You ready to get back in” Seokjin asks Yoongi, who is still shaking and hunched over. Another burp escapes him, relieving some pressure in his tummy. Yoongi nods.

Seokjin and Namjoon help him back in the car. Seokjin sits in the back with Yoongi and runs his hands through his hair until he falls asleep.

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OMG this is probably one of the worst things ive ever written, im so sorry to the person who requested this that, firstly, it took this long and that it sucked.

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wigglywormy · 6 years

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A Day Off [submission]

I finished this fic WAY FASTER than I thought I would lmao. Also hi it’s me again 8)

Ok so Lee! Kirishima is literally the cutest fucking thing I’m talking like my heart explodes at the thought of it. As much as I love Lee! Bakugo This is just such a cute idea. I love thinking about how much Kirishima loves to laugh and how he rlly likes tickling in general and he just has so much fun with this omg. And his underarms being his most ticklISH SPOT??? YEEEEES. Here u go enjoy ily so much

worms notes: IM CRyING ILY DUDE this was such a gift to wake up to omg. please never stop submitting me fics i love them so much ur such a good writer !!! kirishima is so fucking cute i love this………… so much………. <3333

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Finally, a day off. Heroes in training hardly ever get a chance to rest, but the pro heroes are having a planning-day, which gives their students a full day to do whatever they’d like. Some chose to study, or work out, or practice their abilities as much as possible. But for two specific boys, they decided to spend their day in their dorm room, playing video games.

Actually, it was Kirishima’s idea to stay home and do nothing. Bakugo seemed highly irritated to be cooped up inside. The two sat on the floor, in front of Kirishima’s small T.V. Bakugo picked at a thread coming off of his sock, grumbling to the other.

“We should really be brushing up on our hero work. Instead of doing this dumb shit.” Kirishima grunted as he lost another round on Street Fighter II. He set the controller on the ground and cracked his knuckles, chuckling a little.

“C’mon, Bakugo. It’s a day off! We should really enjoy it while we can.”

Bakugo rolled his eyes somewhat, looking away from his boyfriend.

“The number one hero never gets a day off. That’s why we should stay focused.”

Another round started up, and Kirishima got sucked back into the game. But after a moment, he spoke.

“Look, Bakugo. I completely understand. But you’re already such an impressive guy; I really don’t think just one day off will hurt you.”

Bakugo was used to complements, not that they inflated his ego or anything. Not anymore, at least. He was silent for a minute, before shrugging.

“It’s just not in my interest to sit around. If you wanna waste the day, go ahead. I’m gonna go for a run or somethin’.”

He began to stand up. Kirishima paused the game and watched the other.

“C’mon, Bakugo. Grab the other controller! I’ll be happy to beat you to a pulp in a safe way, this time.”

The blonde scoffed. “I don’t feel like kicking your ass right now.”

“Oh yeah?” Kirishima teased, a toothy grin blooming across his face. “I’ve been playing this game since I was a little kid. I’m a master at it.”

“You’re not master of anything.” Bakugo replied, reaching down to slip on his running shoes. Kirishima stood, stretching his spine out a little.

“Sure I am. You just haven’t given me a proper chance to prove myself yet.” What’s his deal? Was he trying to piss him off? Because it seemed to be working. Bakugo’s eye twitched slightly.

“So the sports festival wasn’t enough of a chance?”

Kirishima frowned. “I’ve practiced a lot since then. C’mon, give me another shot.”

“Right now?” Bakugo raised an eyebrow. “You really want to fight, right now?” Kirishima grinned, shrugging a little. “Sure, why not?” He put up his dukes, giggling. His pure happiness got on Bakugo’s nerves. “In here seems like a terrible idea.”

“But if we go outside, people will see you get your butt kicked by me.” Bakugo’s blood boiled a little.

“You’re starting to piss me off, you know.”

“Aw, relax, Bakugo. I’m just messin’ around. Besides, with a weakness as big as yours, it’s easy to take you down.”

Bakugo froze a little at the word weakness. He turned towards the door, about to forget all this nonsense and just leave, but now he wanted to prove Kirishima wrong more than anything. He sighed, kicking his shoes aside.

“What’ya mean, weakness?”

Kirishima’s smile turned devilish. “Dude, you’re the most ticklish person I’ve ever met.”

Bakugo scoffed again. “That’s not a weakness,” He began, before swallowing thickly at the realization Kirishima was right. He shook his head.

“Look, I already said I don’t feel like kicking your ass right now.” Bakugo replied, beginning to pick up his running shoes again. Kirishima decided he had enough of his grumpy attitude, and snuck up behind him. His fleeting fingers dashed into Bakugo’s sides, tickling him mercilessly.

“Jeez, Bakugo. You should really take my advice and relax for once.” Bakugo instantly jerked against Kirishima’s touch, forcing a yelp down his throat. But he couldn’t stop the tumbling barrel of laughter that followed suit. His laughter was sudden and loud; it even surprised him. One hand slapped across his mouth, shrouding his giant smile, and the other hand angrily pushed at Kirishima’s tickling fingers. The two stumbled back, and Kirishima put one leg between Bakugo’s, attempting to bring him down to the floor.

“See? It hardly took anything to get you laughin’ like this!” Kirishima teased, his fingers making their way to Bakugo’s middle, scribbling at his heaving stomach. His abs were pulled taught, making the tickling sensation even worse. Bakugo sucked in as much air as possible, his palms sizzling against Kirishima’s touch.

“S-Stop it — Y-You fuck!” Bakugo begged, struggling to get out of Kirishima’s grasp. But his hold was as strong as ever.

“Maybe if you admit you’re ticklish, I might consider it.” Kirishima chuckled in Bakugo’s ear, kneading into Bakugo’s ribs again, as the blonde finally doubled over, desperately kicking his boyfriend. This always happens. They’ll be having a normal day, with nothing out of the ordinary. Bakugo would actually be in a calm mood, but Kirishima would do something stupid or annoying that would piss him off. As soon as he shows any kind of irritation, Kirishima would tickle him and say he needs to relax. No matter how hard he tried, Bakugo was simply too ticklish for his own good and always found himself in a pile of laughter. He always had been ticklish, and luckily no one found out until now. Now he can’t escape his own weakness even for a second. That thought alone really switched him into high gear. It was time for some serious payback.

With a small surge of energy, and a little stroke of luck, Bakugo gripped Kirishima’s leg, squeezing his knee.

Kirishima stumbled a little, snickering. “C-Cut that out, it–!” He giggled, “It tickles!”

His knees buckled, and the two tumbled to the floor. Kirishima finally released his grip on Bakugo’s sides, and the blonde didn’t hesitate to mount the other, straddling his hips. Kirishima was taken aback, but still smiling.

“I like where this is going~.” He teased, but Bakugo wasn’t having it. He grabbed Kirishima’s wrists and pinned them above his head, panting.

“I’m really sick of your shit, Kirishima.” He breathed, “Tell me your weak spots so I can fuck you up.”

Kirishima felt his face grow hot, but he knew better than to back down from a fight. Especially a fight with Bakugo.

“Why don’t you find out yourself? It wouldn’t be a fair fight if I just handed you the answer, right?”

Bakugo’s grip on Kirishima’s wrists grew tighter. Shuddering at the ghostly feeling of Kirishima’s tickly fingers attacking his ribs. Finding out sounded good. It sounded really good. He never really tickled anyone before, let alone someone who was willingly allowing it to happen. It pissed him off. His large hand hovered over Kirishima’s middle; the red-haired boy was wearing a skin-tight, cotton T-shirt. It left him wide open. Bakugo couldn’t decide where to start. He wished he knew Kirishima’s worst spot already, so he could really get a taste of his own medicine. He only hoped he was as ticklish as he was. Kirishima watched closely, his sides already tingling with anticipation. Each time Bakugo’s hand got close, he squirmed a little. At one point, His hand got dangerously close, and he started giggling.

“Q-Quit teasing!” he pleaded, his cheeks still red. He knew not to activate his hardening quirk, which would be difficult, but he was all about fairness.

“You’re laughing already and I haven’t even touched you.” Bakugo bit into his lower lip, trying to hide his evil smile. He was actually having fun with this. Finally, his fingers dug into Kirishima’s side, feeling for any ribs that he could wiggle in between. Kirishima yelped a little, trying to worm away from his touch. He giggled, but nothing too loud. So he wasn’t as ticklish as Bakugo was.

Bakugo found himself to be a little disappointed, so he upped the tempo a little. He really dug around, moving lower, curious as to if his hips were ticklish at all. Finally, Kirishima actually began to laugh, struggling a little more.

“Aha- ah, shit!” Kirishima breathed, wiggling beneath the other. It was a good spot, but nothing special. Bakugo switched hands, and began to tickle his other side. Kirishima laughed harder, beginning to wheeze a little.

“No-!” He almost whispered, especially as Bakugo got a little too close to his worst tickle spot. Bakugo seemed to be in deep concentration, eager to find where the hell his spot was. It wasn’t fair, for Kirishima to have a specific spot, but for him to be outrageously ticklish on every square inch of his body. That thought alone pissed him off again.

“Ugh, c’mon! Where’s that fucking spot?” He growled, wishing he had both of his hands to explore faster.

Kirishima lifted his head a little, pushing against Bakugo’s touch.

“J-Just give up, dude,” He snickered as Bakugo pushed his thumb into the hollow of his hip. “Just admit I won!”

“Die.” Bakugo spat, tickling up Kirishima’s sides again. His fingers crawled into the fold of Kirishima’s arm, and he found something wonderful. Kirishima threw his head back, nearly screeching. Bakugo tried not to look excited, as he clawed against his underarm. Kirishima bucked, his laughter roaring.

“NO, NO NO!” He begged, kicking his leg against the floor as hard as he could. That was absolute worst spot. He found it. He was going to die.

Knowing this was going to bring him success, Bakugo finally let go of Kirishima’s wrists, and shoved both his hands under Kirishima’s arms. The poor red-haired boy was laughing so hard, he merely wheezed and weakly squirmed away from Bakugo’s touch. Tears started to stream down his cheeks.

“F-Fuck, stop-!” Kirishima pleaded, pounding his fist against the floor. It was so difficult not to harden himself. He pressed his arms against his sides, bucking again as his laughter nearly shook the walls. Bakugo had a full-on smile at this point, as devilish as ever.

“Doesn’t feel good, does it?” Bakugo actually teased, jabbing his fingers quickly right above Kirishima’s rib cage. The other was practically crying at this point; he could hardly breathe, let alone talk. After a few more moments of basking in this beautiful scene, Bakugo stopped.

Kirishima coughed, catching his breath quickly. “Th-That’s…” He began. Bakugo cracked his knuckles, impatiently waiting for him to finish his sentence. Finally

Kirishima beamed up at Bakugo. “That’s all you’ve got?”

Bakugo seemed surprised. “You’re fuckin’ with me, right? I could’ve killed you.”

Kirishima shrugged. “I mean, I did say I was going to beat you in a fight one day, right?”

“Not this kind of fight.”

“We never mentioned what kind. So yeah, this kind of fight.”

Bakugo at least had the advantage of knowing where his most ticklish spot was. But he had a feeling Kirishima would do something stupid and he’d end up being the one heaving on the floor. But this was also at least satisfying his thirst for revenge. “Suit yourself.” He mumbled, before pinning one arm above Kirishima’s head, and tickling full-force against his underarm again. Within milliseconds, Kirishima was howling, enjoying every second of the sensation. His closeness with Bakugo felt stronger than ever, and so did his grip. He decided a little more time for Bakugo to soak up his feeling of success wouldn’t hurt. After all, the smile on his face was pure enough to cure diseases. His lungs felt like collapsing, and it almost felt like he was going into some kind of subspace whenever he squeezed his eyes shut and laughed with all his might; he saw stars and sparks off light, uncontrollably twisting his body away as much as possible with no means of escaping.

In a word, his day off couldn’t have been more perfect.

#submission #kiribaku #bnha #tickling #I LOVED THIS IVE REREAD IT LIKE 10 TIMES ALREADY THANKS

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