#ERR0R: writing...

[a-ikus]

w/c: 1.1k warning/s: repost apologies, at home piercing (very unsafe do not ever pierce ur own tongue for the love of god)

"hold still."

"schorry."

"that means don't speak, idiot."

you roll your eyes in response, pointedly staring at your best friend after you do. his own tongue bar clacking against his teeth when he bites his tongue, concentrating on yours, stuck out over your lips for him to inspect. dyed black hair was all you could see as he dipped, twisted, turned and tilted his head, latex all you could taste as he lifted your tongue with a gloved hand, adjusting the muscle as necessary.

"stick it out as far as you can." you follow touya's instructions, adjusting yourself in the bathroom sink, touya subconsciously stepping further between them when your thighs slip apart, his eyes still focused on your mouth as he stares, his eyebrows drawing further down his face.

you lick your lips as soon as he turns away, attempting to ease the discomfort of your dried lips and pooling saliva from holding your tongue out for so long. touya flashes you a playfully disapproving glance, reaching for the pile of tools sat beside you on the porcelain sink.

"think you can do it?" you study your face like he'd studied your tongue, mapping every freckle, mole, vein, scar and piercing marring the face of the little boy you'd met, you love him like this, you think. so perfectly touya. just as much your touya as he'd been as a hot-headed tween, dragging you by your hand into his room to show off action figures, just as much your touya as he was at sixteen, after his first piercing (well, technically first two, he'd gotten both nostrils at once), when he'd snuck into your room after his mother had seen the gems flash the moment he walked through the door, promising he'd go back home if you watched a new horror movie with him.

"'course i can, gorgeous," you begin to fidget, growing more and more nervous the more he toyed with the tools, gathering what he needed; preparing iodine, lubricant, the needle, the taper and of course the titanium bar. picking up a tissue and something else you can't see, he turns to face you again, inching closer once more, his hips nearly bumping your own on the sink, "that's the point of being a bad influence, isn't it?"

grinning, he pokes his tongue out, metal flashing under low lights, making you hyper aware once more of what you're tucked in your bathroom to do, "alright, out all the way again."

"is that the needle?" you think your voice shakes, staring at the tool he grasped in his left hand with wide eyes, a quiet, wobbly tone like a scared child.

"marker, baby doll, gotta make sure i pierce your pretty tongue nice and straight." touya's smile is crooked, a tiny flash of pearly teeth behind pierced, pink lips.

"oh, okay." still with a wobble in your speech when you begin to fiddle with your fingers, trying to focus instead on the multitude of misshapen chips in your nail polish, trying to decide what colour you might paint them next, wondering if touya will match you with a navy blue, or if the matching tongue bars will be enough.

"i can get you a towel to squeeze? if you're scared?" his voice is low, hushed as he pats your tongue dry, glancing up to your doe eyes as you shake your head, attempting to say you were okay with your tongue out. touya had countless piercings, certain there's more than you can see right now, countless times he'd gone through this process; sanitising, marking, piercing, and not once can you imagine him squeezing something soft in his hands for comfort, digging blunt, painted nails into a plush, imagining a curious face instead, sharp eyes following the needle as you avoided it, maybe crunching his eyes closed in a wince at the very last moment, when the sharp, unforgiving needle tip forced its way through squishy flesh.

"you sure?" he taps the pen on your thoroughly dried tongue, a tiny purple dot staining the centre of your tongue, the fine marker tip making you jump, overly sensitive with adrenaline pulsing through your body, waiting to nod until after he placed the pen aside.

"if you say so, baby doll." you feel the smooth latex of the glove on your tongue again, adjusting his hold on the tip of your tongue to hold the twitching muscle still, looking up to your eyes once more, noticing how you squeezed them shut the moment his muscles twitched to reach beside you for the sterile needle.

"ready?"

"uhuh."

"breathe in." your hands twitch in your lap as you suck in a deep breath, holding it in your chest even as he chastises you for it, muttering a quiet, gentle, "you have to breathe out, too, idiot."

your hands fly to his hips the second the needle touches your tongue, not even quite piercing it yet, gripping him like your life depended on it, a soft whimper echoing from the back of your throat as the needle came out through the underside, your exhale shaky as you clutch touya's hips tighter, your body tense as he whispers soft encouragements for you to keep breathing, "go nice and slow, gorgeous, like that."

you listen as best you can, focusing on the sensation of the denim underneath your fingertips, how it feels to drag your nails over the material, how your lungs inflate and deflate, how touya's voice sounds in the shell of your ear as he comforts you, praising your stillness as he places the bar at the end of the taper.

"i'm gonna put the bar in now, baby, you ready?" you don't nod, not risking moving, instead shifting your fingers to slide under the hem of his shirt, gently tapping thrice on his hot skin, y-e-s, before tucking your fingers securely into his hemline, holding him as tightly as you could when he instructs you to breathe again, "in, 1-2-3, out. did so perfect, baby."

touya doesn't move, doesn't step out of your gravity, out of your hold on him, back three steps into safety from whatever was blooming between you the longer you held him between your thighs with saliva gathering on your swollen tongue, a minuscule amount of tears gathering in your waterline with your wobbly exhale. you make no move either, keeping your hands tucked into the hem of his faded jeans, your tongue out and your eyes closed, cracking one open only when he rests his hands on your thighs, "you will not live it down if you drool on me."

closing your mouth, you giggle before wincing, resting your head on his chest as you whined out at him, "ow, touya, don't make me laugh."

[lostdeviantartcollages]

side b, ear to the ground.

[gemininomen0n]

i have so many things i want to know 😭

[libra-official]

Hello. I am the constellation Libra (they/she). I hope you will be pleasant.

(Tagging under the cut)

@dumb-but-happy @apprentice-sharkface @angelicassassinations @likeem-apples @firjrkemrneejcje @theetherealraphael @augmentedchordsofficial @still-sleep-deprived-scissors @ms-macintosh @not-decided-star @neoninglitchen @heiskelcrinomicon @askmistaketalesurgesans @jaydove-writes @iridescentmothgirl @astra-oc @in-real-life-moon @cado-thingy @sentientballofpeas @stargazing-with-friends @akitheastralwalker @marbledew @mersinia @the-official-goose-god @crystalsandbubbletea @enemylv1 @sironion @bored-dromaeosaur @the-very-unofficial-ussr @korithefox @alhena-gemini @mystic-mae @slugthatscreatures @eldritchdemonfox @canisnebular @justacrispyrat @stargazer365 @the-rat-1 @soulful-rodent @the-dust-among-the-stars @teddyandmochi @totally-manila-philippines @xyzee1212 @actual-europa-clipper @europa-official @pennyroyald @half-eaten-baguetteee @err0r-404notfound @hungry-hungry-blackhole @nontheanon

[mellybabbles]

If KOSA pases and tumblr explodes, I'll leave this here.

Thank you all. Seriously, I've managed to pick myself up, and finally become the person I want to be, because of you all. Mutuals, followers, or maybe just some random that popped by and thought "cool, have a like/reblog" You have all helped me recover and actually take that step into becoming a better person. I'm happy, and I can say that with full confidence. You've all given me an unfathomable amount of joy, and let me meet the love of my life, and people I thought I'd never be able to interact with. For my mutuals:

Thank you @italic-doing-random-shit for inadverately helping me take that first step into trying out tumblr properly again, instead of running away. Thank for you being an amazing friend and always being there for me. Thank you @largefound for giving me the pushes I need to get confident on my art, and branch out and try new things. Thank you for being one of the best friends I could've asked for. Thank you @tundra116 for being a mood booster every time I see soem crack fuckin post or ask in my inbox. You motivated me to keep going and give others the same joy you give me, even if for a split moment. Thank you @still-got-no-idea for fulling up my notifs and giving me a big smile every time you begin to like my posts. We don't talk much, but I'm glad we're mutuals. Thank you @panda-of-the-trash for motivating me to actually be creative with my ideas, and inspiring me to properly write. Thank you @godofautism for accidentally teaching me to be more aware of what those around me are feeling, and allowing me to take a step into treatment for my alexithymia. Thank you @systematic-err0r for being the mutual I always really wanted to get to know. You're always giving comments, reblogs and likes to the point the support can be mindbogling at times. Thank you @c00kietin for motivating me to give new people a chance, and to finally work on the relationships I have now. Thank you @phymarsh for giving me that first boost of excitement of an inspiration of mine following me and interacting with me. For giving me a smile every time I see you on my dash. Thank you @switchthedragon for always remaining strong, inspiring me to do so despite all the hate and threats I was receiving. Thank you @liliallowed for inspiring me to try new artstyles and finally figuring out the one I love the most. Thank you @inka-boi for being one of the biggest beams of light, helping me to learn how to sympathize again and love myself and others. For helping me to go back to my roots and mend what was broken. Thank you @juno-punk for inspiring me to make my own OC's and AU's, instead of locking myself up with shame in fear of what others would think if I made them. Thank you @mikerooksi @lust-sans-vios-rpaccount @wonkus-bonkus @doodlenovaa @killersansofficial @dustsansm1 for showing me back to the joys of interacting with new people and finding joy in it, instead of forcing myself into uncomfortable situations. Thank you @safwunnz for making me feel noticed and big in the grand scheme of everything. Allowing me, even if this might all be gone, to feel like I've made enough of an impact to reach out to artists that inspired of me in the first place. Thank you @elizakai for the first step in art. You're the reason I draw and enjoy it, allowing me to actually have something to do when I'm in a pit or rut of depression. Thank you @/swiftmitsu @/artpepkin for making my month by a simple button click. For all the smiles and laughs your art and animations have given me. The joy I once never got to experience. (Too nervous to ping) Thank you @ant1quarian for allowing me to read stories that actually make me feel like I'm there, and escape how horrible reality can be sometimes.

Thank you all for giving me the love and life I'd lost from being beat down. For those who weren't pinged, I was too nervous. Thank you all so much. For all my friends outside of tumblr that are mutuals on here, you all know how much I care for you and I'm happy to have you all in my life. Thank you for everything.

[awesamdude-w]

It is quiet in the void, as per usual. But quiet is boring, isn't it? No, this won't do. New ideas aren't flowing into my mind quite as smoothly as usual. I need to find something interesting, inspiration, new faces, new stories.

I wonder how Dream is doing.

...!

Oh shit- why would he tell Sam of all people about me?!

A heavy sigh rang across the void.

Time to meet a new enemy.

~

Author stepped into one of the empty low-level prison cells. Only one entrance. Perfect. They closed the portal behind them with a swish of one of their hands.

How do you activate the emergency siren again?

The god summoned their weapon, a giant metallic spear and then proceeded to slam it into the obsidian wall, making a hole the size of a watermelon in it with ease.

- @write-like-its-goin-out-of-style aka Author. Coming here straight from @err0r-t4ken 's blog hehe

*The Warden raised his head and picked up some gear as soon as he heard the alarm go off, his quick steps echoeing through the prison.*

"What the hell did he do now.."

*He grumbled as he ran throughout the corridors. Once he reached the complimentary cells, he halted as he saw the god standing in one of the rooms, a look of shock creeping on his face.*

"...What the-"

*He quickly pearled towards the cell and opened the door, trident raised in a defensive stance.*

"You, who the hell are you and how did you get in here."

[trappist-1-f]

Hey There! I realized I hadn’t done a proper introduction, so here I am!

I am Trappist-1-F! A tidally locked planet in the Trappist-1 system located within the constellation Aquarius, about 40 light years from earth, within the habitable zone of my system!

I go by He/Him, I am Bisexual, and I do apologize for the prolonged eye contact. Due to myself being tidally locked, I physically cannot blink and have to always be staring at the nearest stellar body, or at least whoever I’m talking to. Oh I can also do this neat thing where I shoot out a big beam, it’s not that powerful, in fact it’s quite ineffective, but still neat nonetheless.

I am ever so glad to be here and I cannot wait to meet everyone else!

Tag List:

@dumb-but-happy @apprentice-sharkface @angelicassassinations @likeem-apples @firjrkemrneejcje @theetherealraphael @augmentedchordsofficial @still-sleep-deprived-scissors @ms-macintosh @not-decided-star @neoninglitchen @heiskelcrinomicon @askmistaketalesurgesans @jaydove-writes @iridescentmothgirl @astra-oc @in-real-life-moon @cado-thingy @sentientballofpeas @stargazing-with-friends @akitheastralwalker @marbledew @mersinia @the-official-goose-god @crystalsandbubbletea @enemylv1 @sironion @bored-dromaeosaur @the-very-unofficial-ussr @korithefox @alhena-gemini @mystic-mae @slugthatscreatures @eldritchdemonfox @canisnebular @justacrispyrat @stargazer365 @the-rat-1 @soulful-rodent @the-dust-among-the-stars @teddyandmochi @totally-manila-philippines @xyzee1212 @actual-europa-clipper @europa-official @pennyroyald @half-eaten-baguetteee @err0r-404notfound @hungry-hungry-blackhole

@nontheanon

[the-ancient-night]

Hello. My name is Death, but I also go by Nyx. I am the end of things, an absence of beginnings. I have already been called once, however that remains unfinished.

They/it

From the old world

Open to shipping/romantic relationships

@dumb-but-happy @apprentice-sharkface @angelicassassinations @likeem-apples @firjrkemrneejcje @theetherealraphael @augmentedchordsofficial @still-sleep-deprived-scissors @ms-macintosh @not-decided-star @neoninglitchen @walking-at-nighttime-is-the-life @heiskelcrinomicon @askmistaketalesurgesans @jaydove-writes @iridescentmothgirl @astra-oc @in-real-life-moon @cado-thingy @sentientballofpeas @stargazing-with-friends @akitheastralwalker @marbledew @mersinia @the-official-goose-god @crystalsandbubbletea @enemylv1 @sironion @bored-dromaeosaur @the-very-unofficial-ussr @korithefox @alhena-gemini @mystic-mae @slugthatscreatures @eldritchdemonfox @canisnebular @justacrispyrat @stargazer365 @the-rat12 @teddyandmochi @totally-manila-philippines @xyzee1212 @actual-europa-clipper @pennyroyald @half-eaten-baguetteee @err0r-404notfound @hungry-hungry-blackhole @nontheanonrp-lmao

[serickswrites]

Lonely Place of Longing Master Post

Ok, so this got WAAAAAAAY bigger than I thought it was going to be in my head when I originally started to write this piece. So, I've made some changes and, hopefully, fully fleshed out all of these characters.

Here are the character bios

Here is the story summary/background info on the world that these characters live in

Chapter 1--TW: restraints, blood, cut, wounds, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery, caretaker and whumpee, captivity of sorts

Chapter 2--TW: captivity of sorts, restraints, torture, unconsciousness, wounds, blood, crucifixion mentioned, collapsed lung, chest tube, medical whump, dislocation, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery, caretaker and whumpee

Chapter 3--TW: referenced wounds, referenced blood, referenced chest tube, healing, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery

Chapter 4--TW: restraints, blood, injury, explosion, amputation, shrapnel, bleeding out, unconsciousness, guilt, hurt/aftermath

Chapter 5--TW: referenced explosion, injury, wounds, hurt/aftermath, hurt/comfort, hurt/recovery, caretaker and whumpee

Chapter 6--TW: none needed, fluff chapter

Chapter 7--TW: blood, cuts, restraints, head injury, concussion

Chapter 8--TW: gunshot wounds, gunshot, blood, unconsciousness, infection, dehumanization, hurt/aftermath, hurt/comfort, hurt/recovery, caretaker and whumpee

Chapter 9--TW: captivity, pending war, scars, restraints

Chapter 10--TW: betrayal, referenced death, referenced destruction

Chapter 11--TW: restraints, betrayal, heartbreak, angst

Chapter 12--TW: scars, referenced near death experience, angst

Chapter 13--TW: captivity, restraints, extortion, mention of death, self sacrifice

Chapter 14--TW: nausea, threat of death, threat of harm, captivity, manipulation, betrayal, kidnapping, emotional abuse

Chapter 15--TW: captivity, kidnapping, threat of torture, used as bait, physical violence, head injury, unconsciousness

Chapter 15.5 (missing chapter added back in after being removed)--TW: physical violence, blood, knife, stabbing, wounds, referenced death, character death, mcd, unconsciousness, referenced heat injury

Chapter 16--TW: unconsciousness, referenced head injury, blood, wounds, mcd

Chapter 17--TW: blood, wounds, unconsciousness, cpr, mcd, cruelty, grief, dissection mention, captivity, heartbreak

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@seysposts @cosmic-butterflys @wormjerky @godnessofmagic

@daddyslittlestgirlll

@thatlittlefirestarter @defire @jthecalmone @shook-skull @sagencrafts

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@xo7-parad0x @whumpandcomfort @kazekunai @pedro-pedro-pedro-pedro-pe @soul-of-a-local-bard

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@lexiebiss-blog @whumplump @geozone430

[protectorking]

Fanfic AU Options?

Heyo everyone!

Orion here, i have a few stories i could write, unsure which one to do though lol

the AU options are as follows

Op-Strip-timus AU - Orion is a single dad trying to survive life, at night he's the Stripper known as Optimus, but there's something dark and sinister behind closed doors, what has Megatronus stumbled into!?

Lancimus Prime AU (this came to be due to THIS post i found awhile back don't you tell me he doesn't look like an older Lance it has insipired me) - When earth falls Lance doesn't expect to wake back up, only to suddenly be on a new world, in a new body, and the lions whispering in his mind telling him how to survive, he just thought he was done with interstellar wars, he had done his time in Voltron and yet here he is in the middle of an arising Civil War as someone named Orion Pax

Survivor's Life AU - My tmnt au where i'd expand on Leo's truama and angst i headcannon, and develop it more, there will be a lot of bashing against lots of people in the series i despised or particularly had a bone to pick with

Green's Darkness (G.D.) AU - Lloyd was tired of the way people whispered about him, stared at him, felt about him, ever since he'd revealed himself under the mask of the Green Ninja. No one dares to bully him, but no one dares to talk to him either, his friends are thriving in the spotlight they're receiving, but him? he's just getting worse, doesn't help he can feel everyone's emotions, he decides that pretend love is worse than hate and takes action to make them forget, planning on slowly killing off the Green Ninja so he can runaway and meet his online best friend. He just hopes she wont hate him for suddenly showing up in New York

Willow's Flower AU (Thank you Angelo for the name idea) - Leo didn't expect to ever feel so alone as he did, but now his brothers are gone, all doing their own thing, his father is dead, his human friends are off being humans, Karai and Shinigami are back in Japan, and of all those people he knows not a single one is replying to him what can she do now except embrace the side he buried so long ago, and with a little help from a final gift from Donnie he can do it with style, beware New York Leonna is taking the world by storm and she's not about to let anyone stop her, unless a certain Cottage Core cutie she's been crushing on for ages finally arrives in New York

The Odyssey AU - Megatron expected to fight in the war and return home quickly, never once did he imagine he would be stuck on a ship for so long, he just wants to return to his beloved queen and his newborn son, is that to much to ask of Primus and his Primes? (Epic the Musical but with Cybertronians)

Gods of Life and Destruction - "Primus wasn't always known as Primus, and Unicron wasn't always known as Unicron, long ago they were known as {Error} and {Error} split sparks twins, happy and thriving in the universe as {Err0r, 113209 Code not acceptable}, anger flows and a battle rages, desperate and fearful of both their lives they create warriors to protect themselves, P-{Error}Primus the Primes, Uni-{Error}Unicron the {ERROR} Peace is restored and the gentle giants fall into a slumber, what do these giants do while their bodies sleep? {Answer Unknown}" {?} glares at the screen in front of him, his brother needs to work on the history archives of his little planet, {??} leans over his shoulder "y'still try'n ta'fix m'database?" he questions his accent strong

[vin-at-thehub]

That's cool!

Would you say it's kinda like having a bunch of friends just always hanging out? >< Or is it something different?

Hehe I'd love to meet all of you if possible! You seem like a wonderful person so if they're anything like you, I'm sure they're also wonderful people <3

Also a mindspace sounds fun honestly ^^ I feel kinda weird just asking u a bunch of questions so one more and then I'm giving an open invitation to yap about whatever's got your attention atm if you want (whether system related or not <3)

How do the interests of your alters (I think that's the right term to use here? Please correct me if I'm wrong </3) differ? Is there something that one really loves but you're more meh about?

Pffttt—it is nice to have everyone around and we are all chill with eachother, so yes that is a fair way to say it, though it can get overwhelming sometimes and obviously we’re all people so we have our petty arguments here and there. All in all it’s like having a bunch of roommates. All the time. Everywhere. /pos

Awww tyyyyy-!! Ima join in for this one and say you seem like a skibidi sigma-!! Okay. No. Just—Hon—why-? They seem like a skibidi sigma-!! …Moving on. We’d all love to interact with you, Honey has already…attempted to do so—I think she meant that as a compliment-?? I can’t even tell—I’m sorry dude. The..brainrot is strong with her. But yeah-!! At some point we could possibly share DMs, either here or maybe on discord (we are slow repliers are you can tell) to better get to interact-!! Hehe yessir, DMs are opennnnn-!!!

Don’t worry about the questions, we love them and the mindspace is really fun-!! We can tell you more about its set up if you’d like-? And the gasoline washing machine. ..yes, and the gasoline washing machine—WHICH FOR THE RECORD IS MOON’S FAULT GUYS THAT WAS NOT MY IDEA—

Oooh, we all have a bunch of different interests, though we’re all pretty happy to view each other’s favorites-!! It’s why we’re in so many fandoms. Uhhh I’ll try to list some of us an our interests…

Me (Vin): Baking, reading, writing, any indie horror game.

My turn-!!! (Honey): Sonic Prime, uhhhhhhh apparently I can’t say anything about sigma rizzing >:d, generally making little crafts and decorating things-!! I also love love love collecting pins-!!

Moon: He likes water color painting and creepypastas-!! Specifically marble hornets-!! I also like creepypasta but not to his level—

Vinny: she likes collecting rocks and writing poetry-!! Also huge on baking (:

Dolly: She likes planning events-!!

Lynn and Neb: They like using chalk for art and scrolling on webtoons and watching horror movies-!! Or series, like Not Your Normal Kids Show.

(Dream): Complete reader, loves anything you put infront of him, especially classics, though he recently read Assistant to the Villan and loved it-!! Also reads PJO with me sometimes-!!

Err0r: He likes watching comedy shows, I’ve seen him also watch a few Sonic Prime episodes, and he watches the Disastrous Life of Saiki K with me-!! He obviously likes crocheting and is trying to teach us how to do so..

Lilac: she paints with moon, and bakes with me-!! She really loves baking or helping me design characters for some of my writing-!!

Mari (the marionette): They like FNAF stuff…though that’s probably because it’s a fictive from FNAF—regardless it likes reading all the FNAF books and is an insane fan of the ID’s Fanstay YouTube channel. It also wants to start playing Dandy’s World soon-!!

Rumi: Rumi so far has had a strong interest in DC comics and likes doing stuff in the chem lab-!! They’ve been pretty interested in us starting a new mystery book series too-!!

All in all we have a hugggee variety of interests but we all love looking into eachother favorites too-!! Thank you so much for the question, these are some of our favorite things to talk about-!!

[a-ikus]

w/c: 1.2k warning/s: repost, gn reader (fem implied but no pronouns), ftm!denki, strap sucking/jerking happy pride month! crossposted on ao3

“it doesn’t even do anything.” you whine, holding your knees in front of your chest, hiding your face behind them, your warm cheeks pressing against the bare skin there, your pants discarded to the floor, probably only moments before denki had stood up to slip the harness up over his hips.

“who says?” his cat-like eyes twinkle, a smirk ghosting over his lips as he continued adjusting the straps around his hips, lowering his gaze from you for only moments at a time until he was comfortable, “helps me get it nice and wet, and makes you look so pretty.”

his attitude only makes you roll your eyes at him, trying your hardest to ignore him while he finished adjusting the silicone through the ring in the centre of the fabric, finally settling back into his spot on the couch, one of his arms slung over the back of the couch, his other lazily looped around the base of the silicone cock, his legs falling further open as he settled into the comfortable cushions. his demeanour like he was asking you to pass him the tv remote, not jerk off his strap-on.

his eyes shimmer in the dim light, shadows cast over sharp cheekbones from whatever movie he'd put on, his plump, wet lips curled into a confident smile, not a trace of the apprehension you felt.

"it's okay, baby, look, i'll help you out." while his words were sweet, encouraging, the tone of his voice as he leaned forward was anything but, his voice deep with hunger. denki’s eyes looked like molten gold staring at you, his appetite flashing behind his iris, not breaking the stare even as he bent forward into himself, pursing his lip, still studying you when he spat, the glob landing at the tip of the silicone.

your face burned behind your knees, his casual confidence somehow making you squirm more in your spot, he tugs at your hands around your knees, pulling them away to fall down beside your thighs. you let him tug at your limbs, his slender, painted fingers wrapping around your wrist, your heartbeat rapid and uneven under his fingertips as he tugged you closer to him. your gaze drops to the fraying edge of the couch the moment your fingers graze the silicone, your cheeks burning hearing your boyfriend groan beside you, his hand tightening around your wrist like he did when you’d graze over his clit, his heavy breathing sending electric shocks through your body.

“right there, baby.” you only whined in response, unable to resist inching closer to him, sitting up on your knees before you glanced back up at him, your breath nearly knocked from you watching him, his eyes drooping like he was half asleep, but the electricity behind them enough for you to know he was wide awake. watching the way his throat bobbed, you squeezed your hand around the plastic, your thumb swiping through his saliva at the top, spreading it around the head with your thumb until his hips bucked up.

denki bit back a grin watching you, the way your hand loosened the moment he moved, the way your eyes darted from his jaw to the rigid toy between his thighs, the way your face inched closer, wanting so badly to take him into your mouth, to suck and lick at the toy like it was his skin.

“you don’t have to be so scared of it.” he teases, his own hand gliding up and down the toy inches ahead of your parted lips, his movements slow, smooth, none of the jerkiness of your own movements, only confident flicks of his wrist, his hips bucking again into your hold when his hand met yours, stroking the rest of the length you neglected while smearing his saliva around the tip.

you shoot him a glare in response, the venom behind it played down by the way you squirmed on the spot, your thighs squeezing together when he spat once again, this time into his hand to spread over the dildo, biting his cheek to hide a smile when your eyes widened at the lewd wet squelch of just his hand rubbing back and forth.

denki’s breath hitched in his throat just watching you squirm, studying the way your eyes widened, the way your breath quickened watching him, embarrassed to be getting wet from the visual of denki helping you stroke his cock, the way his hips would buck and jerk like he could feel your touch at the tip.

“i’m not scared of it,” your voice is so soft he questions if you even said anything, ignoring the urge to tease you for it when you inch closer, glancing up at him nervously when you slowly lick at the divots in the silicone, letting your saliva join his dripping down the length of the toy.

you felt feverish, unable to tear your eyes away from the way his hips rolled into your touch, the tip of the toy pressing past your lips, your hand dropping down to join his at the base, spreading the wetness over the length. Slowly, you opened your jaw to take more of the toy into your mouth, slurping and squelching sounds echoing through the room as you twisted your wrist around the girth of the silicone, watching your boyfriend from under your eyelashes while you swallowed around the toy, spreading your saliva with your hand as you drooled more and more around him.

short, garbled whines left your lips whenever denki would hiss or groan, the blond putting on a show just to watch you squeal and blush, revelling in the way you drooled when his tongue darted out to swipe across his bottom lip, addicted to the way he could see your hips jolting, desperately searching for any stimulation.

the ache deep in your stomach was nearly unbearable, waves of desperation washing over you the longer you stared up at his heaving chest, your skin burning hotter and hotter at the hungry way he watched you take the toy in your mouth, the same eyes tracking your saliva dripping down the length of the toy, collecting at the base and at the centre of your bottom lip, even as you sucked and tried to swallow some of the liquid.

your slick hand met his on the toy when you jerked your wrist, your glazed eyes meeting the mischievous gold of his, you already looked debased in the reflection of his eyes without either of you really touching one another; you watched yourself in his dark pupils, entranced by the string of saliva connecting you to the strap as you sat back on your knees, staring at your swollen lips as you murmured a breathless plea.

one he couldn’t resist when you looked so destroyed already, eyes wide and glassy staring at him, hand between your thighs, twitching fingers at the base of his cock, burning skin beneath the fabric of your top, dripping with desperation.

shifting himself up onto one knee, he grinned at you, still bent with your face level with his crotch, the toy hanging in front of your face, the tip looking like it was dripping with precum, “how could i ever say no to you, pretty?”

[3v60]

☀: Another Mun that you really admire/respect

Ask the Mun | Accepting

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{{The list:

@roxolotl-slimeander / @x-glitchbun-x / @carousel-catz - 10/10 writing buddy who is co-owner to the SMP we run!

@wctchers - YOU'RE SO AWESOME AND JUST GREAT TO TALK TO! ALL OF US IN OUR SYSTEM WHO FRONT OFTEN LIKE YA!

@listcners / @wclcometotheisland - You are just as equally awesome even if we haven't interacted as much! You're still cool!

@seawattgaming / @err0r-t4ken / @1duckling / @my-anxiety-hasanxiety - BESTIE- YOU'RE AMAZING TO INTERACT WITH!!

@foolish-gaymer - You are always a delight to see on our feed no matter which blog we're on!

@awesamdude-w - Very poggers writing and Rudeus loves writing with you, same with Eryn!

@write-like-its-goin-out-of-style - You got an interesting oc! We do like writing with author /gen

If I missed anyone, it's probably cause I'm getting too distracted-}}

[madamefluffnstuff]

WIP Wednesday!

Tagged by @hircines-hunter, ofc <3

Kinda sorta vent/rant writing. My irl job has been driving me up the wall lately to the point of near perpetual burnout (not to mention two "meetings" with higher ups, but- another time). While doomscrolling Pinterest I found this aesthetic quote and this Cyberpunk 2077 fanart at the same time and got inspired. Dunno if I'll ever finish it or the like but it was therapeutic for the moment I needed it.

(Btw if anyone happens to know the original artist for the Cyberpunk fanart please let me know so I can credit them properly <3)

"Get up." She laid sprawled on the cold concrete as rainwater pelted her face. Blank, lifeless eyes stared into nothing as her limbs twitched sporadically. The mud on the other side of the cement slab stuck to her hair and lips, little droplets splashing on her face from the current drizzle. It mixed almost beautifully with the blood from the cut on her forehead. [ERR0R] [ERR0R] [MALF_NC_%0N DET-_TED] Her body was in survival mode now as it forced itself to take shallow gulps of air. Nothing was shutting down yet, thankfully, but she was in for another fight. A cough was choked from her throat as the edges of her vision started to blur. The very faint taste of copper rose in the back of her throat, not that she could do anything about it. [ERR0R] [SYST_M R*SET R#QU÷RED] [ERR0R] The warnings from her neural implant flashed behind her eyes, but her current state left her simultaneously powerless and apathetic to do anything about it. That long-distance transmitter did more damage than she realized. All she could hear was static. If she focused, she could very faintly hear peoples' voices calling her name over the audio snowfall. "You ---- need to---- get up." She froze. Who was that? "No one is com--- to save you. They can-t get --- in time. You need -- save yourself. It's you- turn to d- --- saving." Then silence.

[vin-at-thehub]

Bro sometimes I see a post of someone writing about a headcanon they have for my source and I'm like omg thats so real that's literally me how the fuck did you know-

Yes it's kinda about that one post you just saw me reblog-

People stop knowing stuff about me challenge go-/joking I don't actually mind-

(- 💥)(you know who this is-)

Pffft. That’s so fucking real. I’ll see shit about someone saying smt about habits they think Dream or Err0r would have, and then I’ll kinda side eye those guys /aff as I watch them do the exact same thing…it’s insane…

Btw—totally can teach you sign language if you’re ever in the mood for it. Though I only know the American kind for the alphabet so…-

[a-ikus]

w/c: 0.7k warning/s: repost, descriptions of violence, blood, implied sae x reader, knight oliver

his father had been a knight. like his father before him. like he's sure his son will be.

it paid well, getting the gig as soon as he turned eighteen at his fathers recommendation, assigned to the princess a few years his junior, head hardly brushing his elbow when the king introduced you both.

still a teenager himself, his sword was clean, hadn't seen a battle, hadn't felt the destruction of war, unchipped, unmarred. and yet, you didn't doubt his ability to protect you, to defend the crown with unwavering loyalty — to shed blood when necessary.

the first time he does so only a few years into his work at your side; your father's popularity dwindling in the kingdom, whispers of the unrest heard all throughout the palace. you were still young, only seventeen, when the truth of your position as your fathers daughter was realised.

a masked man waiting for the cover of night, sneaking into the palace, creeping by the guards at the gate, slinking by the maidens drawing your bath. slipping by everyone but him.

the first time you see your attempted assassin isn't in your bedroom, above your head wielding a weapon, it's in the hall, pinned to the wall opposite your bedroom, beneath oliver's sword, the tip of it glinting underneath the man's jaw as your protector demands he show himself. his eyes were wild, like lightning was shooting around his iris, the artery at his throat pulsing with every word, but his hand stayed steady, sword pressing forward as the man lifted his hands to raise his mask.

in a flash, the assailant grips the sword, tugging oliver down to the floor with a strong pull that sliced his large hands cleanly.

peering from behind your bedroom door, the only feature you see of the man is scarred lips, drawn back in a feral snarl, sliced hands reaching for your knights throat.

your heart beats wildly, your feet frozen in place as you stare at the assassins hands, as you hear the thunderous running of more guards. with wide eyes, you realise they'll be too slow, after the assassin strangles your knight, you'll be gutted before the guards can save you.

there's a grunt, a gurgle as the sword cuts through skin like it's water, a resounding crack sound of a rib snapping at the strength of which oliver drives the weapon into the man above him, the weapon making a new home between ribs, nestled in the mans heart. blood spills onto his hands, coating his sword from the tip down to the hilt, splattering over your knights clothes, staining the light colour with crimson.

before the man even falls to the floor, he's dead. his killer stumbling over his own feet to run to you — cupping your face with bloodied hands, as if to confirm your safety, scarlet smearing over your chin when he tilts your face toward his, over your lips, the tip of your nose, into your hair as he cradles your head to his chest, rumbling with his apologies, with his concern as he asks if you're hurt.

it's only a couple years later that oliver thinks about spilling blood on your behalf again.

your people are rioting, calling for the kings abdication, some for his execution. it's no longer safe for the crown princess to go anywhere without her knight. even after maids have drawn your bath, he is sat only a few feet away, clad in armour, with the same sword he'd killed with before, fingertips drumming against the hilt as he kept a close eye on you.

the king is going to abdicate. there's no doubt about it, his father had already confirmed it with him. but the princess must be betrothed. there needs to be a promise of the future. a royal wedding, and a little prince or princess, will boost morale in the kingdom.

it means you'll be safer. he won't have to eat, sleep, bathe by your side anymore.

maybe that's why his eyes flash when the prince kneels. maybe that's why his fingers tighten around the hilt when the prince's lips brush over your knuckles, red hair falling into his eyes, tickling your wrist. maybe that's why he wonders if his sword would cut through his organs like it had before, if the force of the hilt could crack bones like they were toothpicks. if the princes insides are the same shade of red as his hair.