#but this tickles my brain so good fr

[rainswolfs]

what is it abt the trope of two people having the choice of saving the world vs. the choice of saving each other only, and they pick each other that makes me INSANE

[lokiiied]

the world would be healed if everybody watched ted lasso, i honestly believe.

[sylvctica]

yall look at this wip tho before i perish to sleep 😳 their boo--i mean brea--i mean girls--

[k-hotchoisan]

backseat serenade

<mingi x fem!reader>

Getting stuck in the backseat of your friend’s car after a night out with your drunk friends wasn’t how you thought of ending the night, especially not on Mingi’s lap.

Genre/warnings: smut, pwp, forced proximity, technically exhibitionism but not because no one ends up noticing, fingering, light choking and wrist pining, riding, cream pies, orgasms, something is going on in the backseat…, furcoat mingi

word count: 3.3K (what the fucK)

a/n: y'all be eating fucking good fr. Also shout out to my loml @bro-atz for helping out with the plot a little <3 shout out to mingi brain rot!

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“Who else is here?” You ask. 

She shrugs. “My boyfriend and a couple of his friends. You know them.” Well, you’ve definitely met a couple of your friend’s boyfriend’s friends before. Your eyes scan the crowd and sure enough, you spot familiar faces. 

And then your eyes rest on a particular male—his hair dyed platinum and slicked back, already drawing attention because of his height alongside his fur coat that hung over his shoulders. You never thought someone could pull off a fur coat that well actually. A pair of glasses sits on his nose bridge, which seems to somehow accentuate how sharp his eyes are. He’s been on your radar since he appeared on a mutual friend’s Instagram. 

“He’s pretty cute isn’t he?”, your friend’s date pushes, lightly bumping his arm against yours. 

You cast him a glance. “Just surprised that there are people who still wear fur coats in this economy.”

“That’s-“

“Song Mingi”, you reply, not taking notice of your friend’s boyfriend’s surprised expression. 

“You know him?”

“Came across him”, you reply a little too quickly. You sure as hell were not about to spill the truth. 

He definitely looks and is intimidating for sure, especially when he opens his mouth to speak, his voice so low that it tickles your ears. You could hear him talk forever, you think. You could imagine how he moans in your ears.

You blink. The fuck?

And so, for the past hour or so, you’ve been stealing glances at the blond male, but unfortunately, there was only so much staring could do, and it was not helping you get the male’s attention. Sure, the both of you actually followed each other (you were surprised when he followed you back), and the way he liked your stories sometimes made your stomach grow butterflies, but you never actually interacted with him in real life. 

It wasn’t until the party was slowing down, when you came back from being distracted by another friend, was when you realise Mingi was gone. A ping of disappointment fills you up, but it’s not as horrendous as the feeling of regret—for not just going up to talk to him. You wonder when you’ll see him again.

You decide to find your friend and call it a night.

“Do you wanna hitch a ride with us?”, your friend asks, uselessly trying to balance herself, her partner holding onto her waist. 

“The driver didn’t drink, I promise”, your friend’s partner assures. 

You open the car door and your eyes widen when you spot Mingi. 

You whip your head to your friend to ask her sincewhen Mingi came with the friend group but you realise you wouldn’t be getting any concrete answers from a tipsy person. 

You glance back at the male donned in the maroon fur coat, who seems rather surprised when he sees that you were the one who opened the car door. 

But Mingi’s expression remains indifferent—god knows what he’s thinking about but you swore you saw a tint of something in his eyes when your friends told you to just sit on his lap because “the car had no space”. 

“Hi, y/n”, Mingi’s deep voice calling your name is kept in a bottle and stored at the back of your head. 

“Hey Mingi”, you greet back, cautiously approaching him. 

“Are you okay with this?” You ask, testing the waters by putting your weight on his left thigh. 

“It’s fine. I’m just worried that it’s gonna be uncomfortable for you since it’s gonna take a while to reach your place right?”

Right. You nod in defeat. 

Your body jolts slightly when you feel Mingi’s touch burn against your skin—especially your thighs. 

His friend on the passenger seat has the aux cord and he’s picked out a song to blast in the speakers. You feel goosebumps bloom across the nape of your neck when Mingi’s voice hits your ear from behind. 

“Sorry, you might need to move in a little more, Princess. We have three more squeezing with us at the back.”

You blink, processing the information before internally thanking the universe that the car is dark so the red flushing against your cheeks gets hidden. 

Soon you find yourself fully on Mingi’s lap, and although you try not to lean too much against him, you realise the position feels awkward, and when Mingi personally shifts you with his hands instead, you decide to stay put. 

The energy in the car is high, even after all that partying, which you easily deduce to be due to the alcohol. Unfortunately, you couldn’t be singing along at the top of your lungs, not when you’re subconsciously aware that Mingi is just behind you. 

Sitting on someone’s lap was definitely not as comfortable as sitting on a car seat, and that was a given, so you find yourself shifting constantly, not realising Mingi closing his fists every time your ass shifts against him, particularly his crotch. 

Suddenly you feel the weight below you shift. Mingi’s arm wraps around your waist, his weight pressing against you. You stay put the moment you feel his lips barely inches away from the shell of your ear. 

“I strongly suggest you try to stay still, y/n, or it’ll become a problem for the both of us.” 

You turn your head slightly, barely enough to capture him within your peripherals. At first, you wonder if you’re starting to annoy him, but when you feel his hands slide down to your thighs and something hard pressing against your ass, you get your answer. 

And you wonder how far you should take this. 

Your face is heating up, at the idea you’re just sitting on Mingi’s thick erection, separated by the fabric of his pants and the ridiculously thin fabric of your body con dress. You wonder about his size, which only gets more vivid since you’re literally sitting right on his fucking cock—how thick he would be, how much he would stretch you open, and it’s making you slowly drench your panties. 

The more his erection is blatantly pressing against you, the more you can’t help but fidget on his lap. You’re wondering why Mingi hasn’t said anything, you wonder if he even felt it at all. The moment that thought forms in your brain, you pick out what sounded like low groans from behind you. Then you feel Mingi’s fingers press against your bare thighs, just this fucking close to lifting your dress. 

Mingi shifts against you, his hard cock now even more prominent against your ass—directly below your pussy if it wasn’t for the fact that there were layers of annoying fabric keeping them apart. 

His deep voice is like a melody in your ear,  “I’m closing an eye if you’re just doing this on accident, but there’s only so much more grinding I can take princess.”

You glance over to the company seated just right beside you—they are still singing their hearts out thanks to the self-assigned DJ of the car. The music was still blasting, and you realise you and Mingi are slowly forming another world—one growing of hot and heavy air. 

You’re trying to weigh your options and risks, but the constant friction of Mingi’s cock just poking you through his pants mixed with the light buzz from the alcohol earlier is keeping you less than logical. 

You lean back, the back of your head resting on his shoulder, feeling the thick coat tickle your cheeks, taking in the scent of his cologne that you swear only he could pull off, the boldness rushing into your veins like adrenaline.

“And if I said it wasn’t an accident?”

You don’t know what he might do next, but it’s making your legs tremble by the second. Your clit is fucking throbbing from the sheer anticipation. 

Mingi’s eyes dart to glance at you while his head remains positioned straight, before he presses himself onto you with a smirk against your ears, “Right. Glad we cleared that up, princess.” 

His hands press on the sides of your throat, two fingers tipping your jaw to turn your head to face him as he clashes his lips against yours, and you’re ready for him to just take whatever the fuck you have left. You’re doing your best to muffle your moans through the kisses, but as every second passes, you’re ready to give into it—mostly scream his fucking name into the night at this point. 

Your eyes are so glazed out, your pussy throbbing and drenched, your mind so sexually frustrated the more Mingi keeps you waiting. Mingi’s fingers trail along your bare thighs, his legs forcing yours to stay open, easily letting the gather of your dress push upwards, while his fingers push your panties to the side. You hear him mutter fuck when your wet cunt drenches his fingers. He barely drags his fingers over your clit, yet you already feel like you’re about to burst. 

“Are you gonna be a good girl and stay quiet for me?” Mingi asks, sinking his gaze into yours. You swallow hard and nod, so fucking entranced by his sharp eyes behind the glasses, and alongside the fact that his fingers are rubbing circles on your clit. 

“Fuck me. You’re so fucking wet for me”, he hisses, eating up your moans as he fits his thick fingers into your pussy, filling you up instantly. Oh god. You feel your mind completely blank out at the sensation of Song Mingi stretching you out. 

You swear that the wet sounds of Mingi’s fingers fucking your sopping cunt were louder than the music, but for some reason, and thank fuck, no one else seemed to notice. Yet. 

His other hand clasps over your mouth as he watches your eyes roll back, your desperate and satisfied moans muffled every time his thumb presses against your clit while his fingers fill you up again and again. 

You shouldn’t have agreed to stay quiet. 

Mingi’s legs are strong as fuck because his knees keep your legs from snapping shut as you let the feeling build in your stomach. Your hips are involuntarily bucking against his fingers, craving for him to fuck his fingers deeper. Shit. You can’t seem to get enough. He releases his hand off your mouth for a while, letting it wander to your tits, rolling your nipples over your dress with his fingers, listening to you pant and whimper.  

“Can’t wait to fuck your tight cunt once we get off”, he mutters into your ear, increasing his pressure on your clit. 

“Please… fuck! Mingi…” you trail, not even sure what you’re begging for at this point. But the knot tightens hard and taut. You’re about to snap anytime soon. 

“Cum on my fingers for me, y/n. Show me how your cunt is gonna feel like when my cock is gonna stuff you full.”

His hand goes back to clamping over your mouth to muffle your cries while your orgasm rips through your body. Your eyes roll back, and your back arched against his abdomen, the pleasure spreading through every nerve while he’s still fucking you with his fingers, enjoying the way you’re completely undone because of him. Your cunt can’t seem to stop spasming and it’s only from his fucking fingers. 

But it slowly wears off, and he releases his hand from your mouth, letting you catch your breath. 

His fingers slowly leave your spent and creamy cunt, and for a split second, you’re almost disappointed. You turn your head, watching Mingi slide his stained fingers past his lips, licking them clean, and his eyes locked onto you. 

“You taste so fucking good, Princess”, he whispers, before his hands are on your throat again, pulling you in for a wet kiss, and you taste yourself on his tongue, your face heating up at his words once more. 

The split second you pull away from him is when the music stops, and you hear your name being called.

“Y/n!”

Your eyes widen, and Mingi lowers his knees, letting you quickly shut your legs, letting his arm rest close to your legs, blocked by his fur coat. Thank fuck you’re in the dark. 

“This is your stop right?” Your friend asks before she turns on the interior car lights. You glance at the apartment building and sure enough, it is your apartment building. 

“Right”, you manage to answer with a forced smile. 

And as you are about to leave the car, Mingi suddenly announces, “I’ll send her up. Don’t wait for me.” He takes off his fur coat, draping it over your shoulders, quickly turning away as he pushes the car door open, ignoring the suggestive looks his group of friends were giving him before curtly saying his goodbyes and shutting the car door. 

Mingi is pretty much gentle with you as the both of you head up to your apartment, asking if you’re feeling cold, even though he’s only in a black tank top. You can’t help but gawk at how he looks even under shitty elevator lights—still so fucking hot. His fingers haven’t let go of yours yet since the both of you left the car, and he sure isn’t letting you go when the both of you reach to the door of your apartment. 

You feel so ridiculous in this oversized fur coat, but the fact that Mingi’s smell is just all over it makes you turn a blind eye to it. 

You unlock the door, pushing it open, the post nut clarity hitting, but the realisation of Mingi in a private space with you sending you mind into the gutter. 

And suddenly you feel your cunt throb again. Fuckin hell. 

“Cute place you have there”, he comments, slipping his shoes off. 

“I try to make the most out of it��, you return, taking off the fur coat, handing it back to him. 

Mingi pauses, staying near the door.

“I got no clue why I left the car like that, y/n. If you want me to leave, I can just call a cab and-“ 

His mouth runs, watching the way you’re walking towards him, and his lips snap shut when you pull him in for an open mouth kiss, his thoughts completely disappearing like they never existed. 

“Finish what you started, Minki”, you whisper when you pull away. 

For once, you like the way red looks on his pretty face, the red that disappears when he catches on, eye fucking you while thinking how fucking hot you look under normal apartment lights than the dim lights. 

His hands cup the back of your neck before his fingers are on your scalp, tugging your hair to face him, letting his lips collide with yours. You taste him so much more intensely now, and fuck does he taste like heaven. 

You feel his hands leave your head, going for your wrists instead, and he backs you up against the wall, deciding to pin your fucking wrists against the wall while stealing all of the oxygen you have left in between pants. 

His fingers trail down so lightly across your skin, you feel like you’re about to combust. 

“Is the couch fine for you?” He asks. You nod, just internally begging him to do anything to you. 

His hands slip down to your thighs, carrying you up in his arms, kissing and sucking against the skin of your neck while he navigates through your apartment. When he does find the couch (rather quickly), he lets you fall onto it, watching the way your dress rides up higher to your hips, your soaked panties coming into view, and his cock growing hard once more. 

“You know, you’re honestly killing me with that dress”, Mingi comments, his fingers tugging off your drenched panties, almost salivating over your glistening cunt. “Had to hold back from just pulling you out and fucking you.”

Oh, fucking gods. 

“That’s why we’re here now, aren’t we?” You tease, watching his satisfied grin grow bigger. 

You can’t wait for him to fuck your brains out. 

Mingi squats, letting his face press against your bare cunt, giving licks up, his tongue pressing against your clit while holding your legs apart. He thinks your whimpers and begs are like a fucking symphony—and he could listen to them over and over again while he breaks you, over and over again. 

It doesn’t last long, unfortunately, because he feels like he’s about to burst the longer he waits, his cock bulging against the fabric of his pants. 

So Mingi unbuckles his pants, pushing them down along with his underwear, his thick and long cock springs from his apparel, wet and decorated in thick precum. He gives himself quick strokes, amused by the way your face is turning a soft shade of pink. 

His thick fingers once again hold your wrists above you, lining his cock up to your pretty hole and pushing himself in, his girth taking up all space instantly. You see stars splatter beneath your eyelids as his cock stretches you out—thick and heavy. 

“Fuck. Song Mingi-“ you cry out, struggling against his grasp. 

“So fuckin tight, princess. Fuck, you feel so fucking good”, he sighs, letting himself bottom out in you, relishing in the way your face completely contorts into pleasure when he’s fully seated in you. 

And when he starts fucking you, your eyes roll back—the feeling of his cock pumping in and out of you switching off most of your senses. 

You sense his arms pining your wrists are growing tired, so you do your best to tap his arm, and Mingi lets go, watching you slide his wrist down to your throat. 

You sure know how to push his buttons. 

He applies pressure and it hits all the perfect spots. A choked moan escapes you while he fucks you dumb. 

“I’d love to choke you more, princess, but I really need you to ride me right now”, Mingi whispers, his fingers leaving your throat, and he pulls his cock out. 

You climb onto his lap, lining his cock before you push yourself down, his fullness knocking the wind out of you once more. 

“Are you gonna take all of my cum like a good girl?” He hums, wiping away the tears from your eyes. You nod weakly, biting your lip. 

“That’s my good girl”, he compliments, and it makes your heart fucking soar. Mingi bounces you on his cock, groaning at the way you’re squeezing around him. “Fuck, squeeze me just like that. God, your pussy feels so fucking amazing, princess.”

“Mingi, I’m so close. Oh fuck I’m gonna-“

Mingi only holds your thighs down, watching you shake, feeling your cunt just clenching down and flutter on his cock, cream seeping down his shaft, and he groans in your ear, keeping himself deep in your pussy, his thick cum flooding into your tight cunt, listening to you curse while he forces you to ride out your high. 

“So fucking good. Mingi…” you mutter through tears and hiccup, letting Mingi kiss your tears before he slowly pulls his wet cock out of you, satisfied at the way his cum slowly trickles out of you while you catch your breath. 

Mingi waits for your mind to slowly clear, and you climb off him, but your fingers stay interlocked with his. 

“We can wash up and order food if you want”, you say, trying to avoid the fact that you’re still flushing slightly considering Song Mingi made a wreck out of you. 

But he pulls you along with him. 

“An invitation to shower together? I’ll gladly fuckin take it, princess.”

[aezuria]

Could you maybe do jason grace x jealous fem!reader? We know that Jason is canonically VERY attractive. He's legit all American boy fr, so obv he'd have so many ppl crushing on him in camp. So reader thinks she's not pretty enough for him or something and jason finds out abt it, and reassures her that's she's perfect :( ahh just some fluffiness maybe?

*ੈ✎ golden boy, can i be your golden girl?

content: jason grace x reader; oneshot

╰┈▸ back cover: part I | part II

warnings: bit of angst BUT it ends in fluff dw

librarian's annotations: IM SO SORRY ANON mitski started playing and i forgot u said "just some fluffiness" 😔😔

sometimes, you could hardly believe that you were dating the jason grace. "the jason grace," as if he was some world-famous football player, which he'll probably turn out to be. every single student knew his name like it was stamped into their brain as soon as they started attending this school. it made you both proud and uneasy, especially when more popular, pretty girls went up to him. you didn't doubt his loyalty, of course, but you often felt that he could have done so much better. any girl would gladly date him as soon as he requested. but he chose a no-name like you, instead. you couldn't count the amount of times your own classmates said "who?" when jason mentioned you.

it wasn't fair, you knew. you could tell he very obviously loved you by the way he handled you with such gentleness it made your heart hurt. his air alone seemed to shine like the sun, illuminating you and everyone around him. but akin to the sun, it hurt to look at him for too long.

and yet, you couldn’t bear to leave his side and offer a better, more suitable partner for him— for you were too selfish. he was all you ever wanted, was it so wrong to hold onto that dream for a few moments more?

(yes, it was)

"you'll be at my next game, right?" jason pressed a kiss to your temple as he cradled you in his arms, your back to his chest. "you're my good luck charm after all."

it was stupid. so stupid, because you knew he wanted you there— he just asked you at that. but it didn't stop the churning in your stomach about how you felt that you didn't belong on the bleachers.

"yeah. i'll be there for sure." you smiled. troubling jason would hurt you more than keeping your thoughts to yourself. you wouldn't let his sunshine dim if you could help it. and that, you could.

your heart was too heavy for you to fall asleep. it weighed you down, filling your lungs so you couldn't breathe. your rampant tossing and turning led you to the moon, shining timidly behind the curtain. you reached out to part it to the side, the moon sneaking into your room and drowning your sheets in a soft glow. it tickled your skin and did away with the uneasiness in your heart, scaring it away into tomorrow. rest easy, now.

but the moon was gone with the night, the sun in its place as it tugged at your heartstrings to wake you up. it's brightness was warm yet harsh, urging you to get ready and see your own golden boy. you heaved a sigh and obeyed, swinging your feet off the side of your bed and getting up. as you picked out your clothes, you caught sight of yourself in the mirror and paused. was this really what he wants? it was hard to believe. you didn't have to look close to see the imperfections etched on your face, your body. put next to jason, it'd only make you seem worse.

"y/n!" jason scooped you into a hug, already dressed in his gear, save for his helmet. the sun does have its quirks after all. his touch burned the most of your thoughts away, leaving only amusement behind.

"you're squeezing too tight!" you croaked out through a fit of giggles only he could make.

he loosened almost immediately, pulling away to look at you with a bright smile, the tips of his ears turning red in embarrassment. "sorry."

you only grinned and pulled him down for a quick good-luck kiss. "play hard, sunshine."

jason's nose wrinkled at the nickname. "sunshine?" he laughed. "whatever you say, beautiful."

his coach blew the whistle for the team to gather 'round, jason waving goodbye before you could answer. beautiful? how was it that he always knew the right thing to say at the right time?

you made your way to the bleachers, sitting near the front where the team's close friends (girlfriends) and family sat. the tendrils of your mind crept up your back once again as you sat near the edge. you couldn't help but feel out of place— many of them were already talking with each other, having been together for the previous years. whenever they'd lean in to giggle at something, you couldn't help but think that they were talking about you. was it because you did your makeup bad today? was your outfit wrinkled? did the wind mess up your hair? the feeling in your gut returned, more persistent than last time.

you forced a bright smile as jason ran up to you once again, a triumphant grin splitting his face. "i won for you!" as he always did. you were happy, truly, and you hoped it showed instead of the emotions you just couldn't seem to get rid of.

"i saw! you did so good, jason!"

okay... something was definitely up. usually, you'd give him a kiss as soon as he came here— where was his kiss? and why didn't your sweet smile reach your eyes? but he knew you wouldn't tell him, especially not with this many people around.

"all for you," he repeated softly, his arm wrapping around your waist as he led you out of the field. "can you come over? i feel i'm in need of your therapeutic cuddles." he looked at you out of the corner of his eye, knowing the only way him to get you in a place he was able to comfort you was by making it seem as if he needed it. because for some reason, helping came so easily to you for the sake of anyone but yourself.

"..alright." you agreed after a brief pause. "is something wrong? or are you just tired?"

ever the angel, your immediate concern was heartwarming. jason gave you a reassuring smile. "just tired."

you came out of his bathroom, changed into one of his shirts. it smelled like him, touched with sunburnt kisses. he was already in bed, half of the blanket folded open for you to slip in.

and that you did, curling up beside him as his arms wrapped you up like a gift. he buried his face into your neck, breathing deeply before he whispered, "you wanna tell me what's going on?"

you froze. how did he know? were you that obvious? you should’ve hid it better! it’s not even a big deal, he shouldn’t have to-

“you know i love you, right?” jason spoke up, interrupting your thoughts. he said it so earnestly there was no other answer but yes. so, you nodded against him.

“only you. did you know you’re my first real girlfriend?” he pulled away, a soft light dancing in his eyes.

“really?” it was a hard thing to believe. with all the girls throwing themselves at him, it would be odd for him to not like any of them. “but, you’re so.. you. you’re kind and smart and talented.. tall and handsome too..”

“well.. i wouldn’t say that…” he chuckled nervously, not expecting to be hit with the side barrage of compliments. “but look at you— you’re smart and sweet, thoughtful and considerate..” he trailed off, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek. “and so, so, beautiful.” before you had a chance to doubt yourself, he leaned in and kissed your cheek, before moving his hand and doing the same with the other. soft lips moved to the tip of your nose, then up to your forehead, ending with one to your lips.

“the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen.” he looked at you with such fondness, all your thoughts disappeared, whisked away into the air.

you met his eyes, a smile starting to show. oh, how he missed it.

[beautifulbrainrot]

Lily totally fucks honestly.

Her making you cockwarm her cuz you were too needy to wait for James to get home and she's telling you to wait while she works but her pretty pink dildo (glittery too. Sorry not sorry.) just fits so perfectly inside you, you can't help but squirm on it.

As soon as she's done, which is another 15 minutes because she wanted to punish you for moving too much, she's fucking you into the mattress, whispering soft praises into your ear, "good girl... taking my cock so well.." "such a needy thing, trying to fuck yourself on me? You'll take what I give you sweetheart." She's so mean but so sweet at the same time.

And after she's satisfied with how wet her cock is, she'll make you eat her out. "Got me all worked up honey, so why don't you return the favour?" GOD SHES SO HOT

-💫

SHE IS SO FUCKING HOT

love u fr 💫

lily evans x fem!reader

cw 18+ strap warming, referring to strap as cock, oral (lily receiving)

You don’t know how long you had been sat on Lily’s lap, sparkly pink strap deep inside of you, teasing your most sensitive parts. She was working, and had told you specifically to stay still and be quiet, and who were you to disobey her orders? But you just couldn’t help yourself.

She must have noticed you squirming on her, your panting and whimpering you muffled into her neck as you inhaled her scent, but if she did, she didn’t say anything.

Realistically, it had only been around 20 minutes, but it felt like hours, true torture being so close to her and not having her fuck you.

“Lily..” You finally breathed, picking your head out of her neck to look at her. Her eyes had a teasing glint in them that you didn’t fully recognise with how fuzzy and needy your brain felt.

“Need you- ” You whined, eyes teary as you clenched around the faux cock inside of you.

“Is my baby needy? Does she want more?”

You nodded dopily, burying your head back in her warm shoulder, strands of her red hair tickling your flushed cheeks.

“Come on then, sweet girl.” She purred, lifting you up and carrying you to your bedroom.

“Good girl, taking me so well..” Lily cooed as she brutally fucked you into the soft mattress, a continuous stream of moans pouring from your lips at the intense pleasure you were receiving.

“L- Lily-“ You cried, tears in your eyes as she thrusted into you roughly, the intense pleasure overwhelming, so much so that you could do nothing but hold on to her, and moan her name.

“So needy earlier, weren’t you baby?” She breathed, holding you close, “Fucking yourself on my cock? You’ll take what i give you sweetheart.” She smiled, and you whimpered, nails scratching down her freckled back.

“C'mon baby.. Yeah, that’s it sweet girl.” Lily breathed as you licked up her warm, wet cunt, swirling your tounge around her clit.

“Look so perfect.. So pretty.” She moaned, head lolling back as you ate her out ravenously.

“Got me all worked up, watching you moan like a pretty little slut for me.”

You moaned into her pussy at that, her mean yet somehow still sweet words sending tingles through your body, and heat flooding to your overstimulated core.

[cosmal]

𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 — 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

note — this is for @sparklingsin spookinktober!! it was queued to be posted on halloween but tumblr deleted it!! so I had to rewrite it :((( so I'm sorry that this is so late and so terrible!! I tried my best to rewrite it like it was fr. i do genuinely hate this now, i’m sorry.

summary — eddie comes back after a week and sees you in your angel costume. he has to fuck you right then and there.

warnings/tags — fem!afab!reader, she/her pronouns, smut, mdni, piv, fingering, needy!reader

wc — 1.8k

“Steve, have you seen Eddie yet?” You stand on your tiptoes to get closer to his face, leaning over the breakfast bar that separates the two of you. 

Steve probably yells too eagerly. The music is loud, but you’re not exactly far away, “Y/N like I said fifteen minutes ago, he’ll be here at 9 o’clock.” 

“What’s the time?” You laugh. Winding Steve up is always fun. 

Steve sighs like he’s annoyed. You know he’s really not, “8:45.” 

“Awesome. I’m gonna go sit on the couch until he gets here.” You tell him before spinning on your heels. The feathers of your angel wings tickle his face as you turn and Steve wrinkles his nose. 

“I’m sure you will, Y/N!” he calls before you turn the corner. 

And you do exactly that. You’ve waited for Eddie to get back all week, what’s fifteen more minutes? By the time Eddie arrives, the wiry angel wings on your back have grown a little itchy. You’d take them off if you weren’t excited to show Eddie your costume. 

Picking at a loose thread on your frilly, white skirt, you don’t even notice the pair of knees in ripped, black denim, hovering over your own. Eddie leans forward to nudge your leg with his and you startle. 

“Hey, sweetheart.” Eddie does that signature smile of his, it almost fries your brain and you forget to react. 

“Oh my god, Eds!” It’s a blur of feathers when you leap from the small couch. Pushing your arms over his shoulders and leaning your whole weight into him. He almost topples when he wraps his own arms around your back. “Eddie,” 

Eddie’s mouth finds its home in the juncture of your neck like it always does, breathing in your lost scene and pressing his lips to your skin. “Y/N.”

He pulls away, but not before you give him one last squeeze, holding you out at arm's length. “God, baby. You look so fucking hot,” he groans. 

You turn your hips until your skirt swishes, “You think?” 

Eddie reaches around to fiddle with one of the feathers, smoothing it out between his thumb and pointer. “Shit, yeah.”

“Where’s your costume?” you ask, poking him in the chest until he rocks on the balls of his feet. Heavy boots thump along with the bass of the music. 

“I’m in it,” he laughs. 

“Yeah?” 

Eddie swishes like you did but the only thing that moves is his leather jacket that stiffly flaps around his waist, “Yeah. Your boyfriend.”

You roll your eyes like you’re actually not amused by his answer, “You wear that every day.” 

“Well, you haven’t seen me in it for an entire week.” He leans in to peck your cheek. Twice for good measure. You grasp his jacket in firm hands and hold him close.

You hum, “Yeah. Missed you.” 

Eddie leans in again to snake his arms around to give your ass a squeeze, bunching your skirt in his hands. You’ve forgotten where you are for a moment when he says, “Wanna show me how much you missed me?” 

Pretending to act like you don’t want Eddie more than anything at this moment would be harder than telling him exactly what you want — so you don’t. You run a hand down his chest, over the cotton of his shirt, feeling the bumps and divots tentatively until your reach his waist. Hooking a finger around a belt loop to tug him closer. 

“I think I do.” you smile. 

Eddie groans, “Shit,” 

You can’t even pretend to be surprised at how quickly it takes Eddie to drag you to the nearest bathroom. His insatiable need has you giggling the entire way there. Pushing through strangers and ignoring the pointed look Robin shoots you from the bottom of the stairs.

Once you’re inside, Eddie fumbles with the lock on the door while you tug at his free arm, “C’mon, Eds,” you whine.

Eddie cheers when he gets the door to lock, turning to lift you up and onto the basin. The ceramics are cold where it touches the bare skin on your legs and you gasp. Eddie is quick to catch any noise with his mouth when he leans in to kiss you.

“Fuck,” kiss, “angel,” kiss, “you look so hot.”

Your laughter peels from within you and you’re huffing into his mouth, “I thought I was the one who was supposed to be showing you how much I missed you.”

He pulls away to lift your skirt up so it pools around your waist, tugging your panties down until they stretch over your knees, “Just sit there looking all pretty, that’s enough for me, baby.”

Eddie lets you do as you please, placing a firm grip to stable yourself on his shoulders when he traces the tip of his finger up your slit. Grazing down to your entrance to gather the slick that’s already begun to pool on the counter.

“So messy,” he coos, exploring with his finger to push through your pudgy folds, “Missed this pussy, angel.” 

You lean forward to press the top of your head into his shoulder, wrapping a hand around his bicep. When he finally slips a finger inside you, you let out the tiniest gasp and your hand tightens in its grip until the leather of his jacket squeaks. 

You angle your head up to leave a line of lazy kisses along his neck. Your hot breath and tiny gasps are a whisper against Eddie’s skin. He pushes a second finger in, now middle and marriage, and you hiccup against his skin. Eddie pushes in further, determined to get you to make more pretty noises that get him all worked up. 

“Eds,” you pant uselessly. More tiny gasps. 

“Y/N,” he almost mocks, exploring deeper inside your weeping hole. Slick traces down his palm and threatens to dirty his sleeve. If Eddie has ever cared about that, he’s never shown it. 

You rock your hips against the bench to try and get closer to his hand, his palm pushing into your clit. The stickiness of his thumb and pinky thudding against your skin echo in the tiny bathroom. 

Eddie can sense your neediness, “Slow down, baby.” 

You grip the hair around the base of his neck which only causes him to groan out. “Need,” you pant. 

“What d‘you need, hmm?” Eddie asks, pulling back to check you over. Using his free hand to brush the hair from your eyes. You blink at him slowly. 

“Fuck me, Eddie. Please.” Your eyes are terribly pleading and Eddie stills, deep-seated inside you. “Missed you- need you, Eds.” 

Eddie can see you working yourself up and kisses you on the highest part of your cheek. Pulling his hand from you he says, “Yeah? Need my cock?” 

“Please.” 

“You’re so, very polite,” he coos.

There’s a metal zzz of his zipper unravelling and the shushing of his jeans being pushed down just below his ass, before he’s tugging at his cock with familiarity. A familiarity that has your stomach aching. 

Eddie wraps his wet hand around the fat of your thigh to tug you closer to the edge of the basin and you yelp, bracing yourself on his chest. 

Once you’re close enough, the ruddy tip of his cock presses into your clit and you jolt, head lulling into the juncture of his neck. Eddie wraps his arms around your back and holds you close, dotting kisses over your clavicle. His teeth scrape and nip playfully until goosebumps raise your skin. 

“Ready?” he asks as he runs his cock down your slit to line up with your entrance. 

“Uh-“ you stutter, wrapping your legs around his waist, hooking your ankles together, “Uh-huh.” 

Eddie sinks in and you have to squeeze your eyes shut. “That’s it,” he groans, breath trembling, “Fuck.”

You squeeze him closer like it’s possible and gasp when the air is forced from your lungs at the proximity. Your hands tremble around stiff leather and your hips ache when he rocks in to the hilt. Filling you completely. 

“Ah — Eddie,” you gasp, harder when he’s rocking in stronger. 

Eddie starts to move, slow and tentatively, rolling his hips into your wet heat. Spreading your legs further apart and your underwear slips down onto the floor.

“Please,” you plead, “harder.” You dig your knees into his side. 

Eddie grips your thigh to hold it up and closer to him and when he feels as if he’s not hitting the right angle, he hooks his arms under both of your legs to lift you from the counter. 

Gasping, you sink down onto him, keeping your arms and ankles hooked around his body. 

Eddie moves to grasp at your ass, squeezing fat between his fingers to keep you upright. Lifting you up and you help him settle back down until you find a perfect rhythm. 

“So,” Eddie grunts, hard to be heard over the sounds of skin slapping and your pitched-up moans. You’re also lucky the music outside is loud enough to muffle anything. “so wet, sweetheart.” 

You hum what sounds like an uh-huh, trying your best to meet his movements. Eddie’s grip is tight and it stings. Pain turns to pleasure when he starts to hit the spongy spot deep inside you. 

Eddie’s doing his best to fuck you onto him. Especially when your pelvis burns and your arms ache, going limp against his frame. 

His grunts mix in with your Ah ah ah’s, Eddie has no free hands to smother your noises so he plants his lips to yours, catching any sounds. 

“Eddie,” you say against his lips, hot and wet, “M’gonna…” 

“Cum f’me, baby,” he says, speeding up. 

When he’s repeatedly hitting your sweet spot at the perfect rhythm, the coil in your core snaps, bleeding through your abdomen until you’re clamping around Eddie—tensing up in his hold. 

Weak and panty, Eddie throws you back down to the basin, hips stuttering inside you. 

“Fuck, where can I?” 

“Inside,” you say. No, beg. 

“You sure?” he groans. 

You nod your head, clamping your twitching walls around him and that’s all it takes. Dragging, now slowly through your gummy heat, his own cum sobbing from your hole when he’s finished. 

He’s pulling out, slowly when he watches your face crumple, keeping your legs hooked around his sides. Placing a wet kiss against your damp hairline, he says, “That was amazing- You’re amazing.” 

“I know,” you grin, resting your legs down until your knees click. 

“Mmm,” he kisses you again, “M’never leaving for that long, ever again.” 

“Never,” you agree. 

There’s a beat, that’s not very silent, filled with the party that’s still thrumming. Loud chants and chatter fill the bathroom from the crack under the door. 

“We should really go home,” he says. 

“I think so,” you hum, “I think I heard about ten people knocking on the door.”

“Shit,” Eddie snorts. 

“Shit.”

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5 and... jaytimkon??? (For the drabble prompts)

Jpeg fr the things I would do for a jaytimkon from you akfjslajdlaja

-@bi-bats

I haven't drabbled much into jaytimkon territory, but i'll do it for you, beloved <];)

"So how long have you two been married?"

It comes out of Jason's mouth as a joke. Or, at least, he means it as a joke. He expects a scoff or an eyeroll or maybe a besotted smile. He isn't quite sure what to do with the startled look Kon gives him.

"What?" the guy asks, stupidly thick lashes fluttering in abashment. His cheeks go pink and Jason gets the sense he's resisting the urge to fan his face like a scandalized genteel woman.

Jason nods his head towards the door that Tim had just left through after walking in, saying, "Do you-" and promptly getting handed exactly what he needed from Kon without having to specify what it was. It isn't the first time it's happened since the two of them have set up shop at the little basement coffee station - separate, of course, from Tim's regular coffee station up in his living area - waiting for Tim to work his genius.

It's kind of magical the way they operate on the same wavelength - finishing each other's sentences, knowing what the other needs, vollying inside jokes back and forth too fast for Jason to even pretend to keep up. It makes some kind of longing crawl up in his throat. So he teases instead of saying Can I get in on that? Instead of saying Stop doing that before I start uncontrollably sobbing. Instead of saying Who do I have to kill to get me a bitch like that?

Kon stutters out, "We're not- that's- why would you-"

"Oh my god, breathe," Jason orders, taking pity on him. "I was messing with you. I just meant that you two practically share a brain. It's kinda freaky. But also...kinda cool."

Kon looked down and shrugged. "Just known each other a long time. Lotta missions, lotta near-death experiences. Watching Santa get blown up together probably had something to do with it."

"You- what?"

"It's whatever." Kon waves a dismissive hand through the air. "We're close, but - I dunno. You bats have something else entirely going on. I'm sure you understand him better than I do."

"Oh, come on," he can't help but protest. "Just 'cause we're both bats doesn't mean we have some kinda psychic connection. If we could communicate the way the two of you do, we'd all beat each other up a lot less."

"No, seriously," Kon insists, face open and imploring in a way that makes Jason want to cover him with a blanket so no one else can catch him like that. "Sometimes I think he's the alien, but then I hear how he talks about you, the way all of you guys work together, and it's- it's a little cult-y, but it's also really cool? Like you guys have a secret language. Plus, it doesn't hurt that he's been obsessed with you for, like, ever, so there's kind of that hero worship thing going on, and you're actually smart enough to keep up with the stuff he talks about and-"

There's something in Kon's voice that tickles the back of his brain, something between He talks about me? and 'Batclan Cult Allegations.' It sounds stretched thin and bittersweet and tense. The pieces fall together faster than he can relegate them.

"Wait a minute," he interupts. "Are you jealous? Of me?"

The idea is bizarre, absurd, unthinkable. It makes a little bird flutter around in his stomach, but he isn't sure whether that has more to do with the lovely, mysterious creature in the next room over or the goregous, good-natured creature in front of him.

Kon shrugs again, refusing to meet Jason's gaze. "Who wouldn't be?"

A warmth surges in his gut, rushing to his palms in a way that makes him want to reach out and share the heat. He puts several years of laborious therapy to use and decides to take a chance.

"And here I was, all green with envy over watching the two of you together."

And once those ethereal blue eyes lock onto his, Jason can't look away.

"Maybe if we put our heads together," he continues, hoping Kon can hear all the things he isn't saying as well, "We can parse out what the hell Tim is talking about all the time, 'cause I don't have a fuckin' clue."

The laughter that earns him sounds like bells. And when Tim walks in and asks, "What's so funny?" the two of them share a knowing look, something just between them.

[kiradrabbles]

Tim wright x Afab reader NSFW alphabet? 👀

yes!

Tim wright how I love you… sorry this took a million billion years

Tim Wright x AFAB reader NSFW alphabet!

A = Aftercare In my humble option Tim is a master at aftercare!! Very gentle and careful, will pick you up in his arms and take a shower with you or order you food, whichever you prefer. If he’s been a little rough he’ll apologise and kiss any bruises better. also a cuddlebug :) if you’re sleepy I think after he’s cleaned up he’ll totally pull you close and rest his head on your chest and kiss you. He’s the best person to snuggle with I swear to god, who wouldn’t want a chubby hairy man to cuddle to sleep.

B = Body part (his favourite body part) ass man!!!! Sorry but Tim Wright is such an ass man to me. Will flip you over. will have you sit on his face. sit on his lap and his eyes will pop out and turn into love hearts like those cartoon characters, bro probably says awooga. I joke but if you do actually sit on his lap he’d be so awkward and pop a boner like. Immediately. Yeah, ass.

C = Cum I imagine he’s a cream pie man to be honest. It does something to him to have your cum leaking out of him like that, I think it also appeals to his breeding kink which we will discuss in detail later.

don’t get me wrong, he’s *not* opposed to cumming on you, and loves to see you covered in it, I just think seeing it leaking out of you (especially your pussy and ass, but also your mouth) does something to him he can’t explain.

D = Dirty secret hm.. I was wracking my brains on this one. I think he’d largely be pretty open with you on his desires. I’d imagine probably that he wouldn’t mind doing something a little… risky.

I honestly can imagine him being the type of mf to let you give him a handy while he drives.

E = Experience I think he has some experience in a few things. Things getting freaky in the psych ward fr 🔥🔥

okay okay jokes aside, I honestly think he’s a virgin? He’s definitely made out with a few people before, and maybe even had a relationship with someone, but I don’t think he’s really gone too far with it. I like to think he’d wait for someone he felt he could really trust and who understood him before doing that. And his person is you :)

F = favourite position ass up! Honestly anything where he gets a good view of you, but I’d say his favourites would probably be you riding him cowgirl style or doggy (so, ass up).

just imagine him pressing your head down, grabbing your hair and fucking you hard from behind, grunting…

G = Goofy (whether or not they're serious during sex) I honestly think it depends on his mood!! Most days I don’t think he’d be especially silly, but I imagine if it got awkward or if he’s make a mistake he’d laugh it off with you, and I can definitely imagine him biting somewhere ticklish to tickle you, or kissing down your stomach to make you laugh.

now if it’s stressed angry sex? Bro is not being goofy, just pounding into you, hair messy, sweat running down his face. You’re how he takes it off after all.

H = Hair body hair!! Probably has arm hair, leg hair, stomach hair, the works. I imagine he has a happy trail too (I’m such a sucker for happy trails).

I do think he’d keep his pubic hair pretty trimmed since it’s hygienic and he wouldn’t want you to be disgusted by it or anything. Would clean shave if you specifically asked, but prefers to just keep it trimmed.

I = Intimacy like i said, total cuddlebug!!!! When you're not having sex he's cuddling you and giving you soft kisses, even just holding your hand. I think when he's not stressed he's very gently and intimate with the sex too, gently kisses up and down your body, gentle bites, muttering that you're pretty and perfect and that he's so lucky to have you, praise in between kisses (and thrusts).

J = Jerking off Honestly i don't think Tim would Jerk off too much. That's not to say he isn't horny a lot, he just.. tries to keep it in. Especially with the psych ward he wouldn't have had much privacy as a teen so he'd always be pretty paranoid about getting caught, so he wouldn't do it as often.

that being said, he probably increases it once he starts dating you, probably imaging you while he's at it. Bro probably wouldn't mind getting caught by you of all people....

K = Kink(s) Right! here it is folks, what you've all been waiting for...

face sitting. Theres something about it honestly. I imagine Tim as more of a soft top, but you sitting on his face? he can't get enough of it, will eat you out until you're screaming with you riding his face and enjoy every second, holding your thighs so tight it leaves fingerprint bruises. Probably have to safeword to get him to stop this man EATS. Will beg for you to break his neck sitting on it.

Similar to the above, also loves 69'ing. He gets your pretty ass on his face and he gets your lips around his cock? It's a win/win situation.

Sort of said it already, but just.. thighs and ass. Sit on his lap instead of his face? fine by him! will pop a boner and probably fuck you right there and then if you want him to. Any clothes that show that sort of area, anything tight, you'll have him tugging you into the bathroom by a hand.

Angry sex. If he's stressed out or mad (this happens a lot) honestly nothing helps him cool down more than banging your brains out and cuddling down with you afterwards. Of course if you aren't up for it, he won't, but..

To contrast, he also loves softer, lazy loving sex. Like early morning just woke up sex. Gentle kisses, running his hands up and down your body, fucking on your sides in bed, just.. comfortable stuff.

L = Location He likes being in bed or on the sofa the most, somewhere private and comfortable the two of you can get it on without accidentally hurting yourselves (or getting caught).

That being said desperate times call for desperate measures, and if he's really horny (or, really stressed) he will plow you in a bathroom or in the back of his car. Sorry, i don't make the rules (i do!).

M = Motivation (what turns him on) Honestly i'm sure a lot does but specifically i can imagine him getting super worked up when you dress up for him. ESPECIALLY things that show off your ass or chest. If you wear a pretty skirt or dress for him he would have to stop himself from lifting your skirt up and just shoving his face in.

N = No (boundaries) Cheating stuff, like NTR. whether it's you or him cheating, he still feels really... icky about it. He'd feel guilty if he fucked someone else (and honestly probably wouldn't in the first place, he really only feels that comfortable with you) and he'd get pretty upset if you fucked someone else, even if you'd discussed it before.

O = Oral Likes receiving and WILL fuck your throat and praise you through it with his hands in your hair, but remember what i said? this man EATS. i mean breakfast lunch and dinner bro will eat you out until you safeword. I'm talking leaving fingerbrint bruises on your ass from gripping so hard and hickeys on your thighs from biting up them. I imagine he's pretty good at it too, and especially loves it when you moan out his name or grab his hair. after all, what's better than a little encouragement.

P = Pace depends on how he's feeling!! Normally i already said this but he looves slow, sweet gentle sex that lasts an hour or more, just practically worshipping you and your body. Sweet kisses all up and down your stomach, thighs, legs, tits, everywhere until you're both giggling and kissing each other and he's finally in you or eating you out.

Now if he's stressed? ohh boy... bro will pound you into the mattress. the neighbours will know his name and your hips will probably have fingerprint bruises from when he's grabbed you so hard. Prepare to be sore (and have trouble walking).

Q = Quickies I mean... he'll take a quicky if you've gotten him all worked up at a party and he wants to get it out, but he wants time to be able to properly enjoy your body you know? That being said, he isn't opposed to one.

R = Risk He's okay with some risk!! in fact, he's even into it to a degree. remember that car thing i mentioned? yeah, he'd go crazy for something like that. Same sort of thing with giving him a handy in a movie theatre or something. would he suggest it himself? hell no. would he agree without hesitation if you asked? hell yes.

S = Stamina Honestly i feel like he has pretty high stamina, especially with how he spends a lot of it doing foreplay and eating you out, so the sex probably feels longer than the actual penetration part is. And if he's tired he can always eat you out until he's ready and rearing to go again. Get's him hard every time without fail.

T = Toys I think he isn't crazy on toys as he prefers being able to feel you himself and have the experience of his skin on yours and both of you together, getting all sweaty, but he won't say no if you suggest some? he might feel a little inadequate so i'd imagine you'd have to really reassure him that that wasn't what was going on.

Probably wouldn't mind if you had a vibrator for when he wasn't there, though.

U = Unfair (teasing) When he's not stressed, i think he'd try teasing you just a little, if only because he finds your reactions super cute. Might just stop eating you out right before you orgasm and make you ask nicely just to hear you beg. He'd probably give in and give you the best orgasm of your life after, though. Maybe even two or three.

V = Volume/Vocal I imagine he's not too vocal, but you will be able to tell if he's enjoying it.I imagine he grunts and groans like no tomorrow, and if he hits just the right angle or you hit just the right part of his cock with your tongue? he will whimper your name out and it will be the hottest thing you've ever heard i promise you that.

W = Wild Card (misc) His prominant southern accent makes for some fun times. I imagine he calls you names like "doll" or "darlin'", something like that. "darlin, you wore that just for me? How 'bout you come over here and i'll show you what i think of it~" (he eats you out)

X = X-Ray Grah!!! chubby tim wright supremacy!!! My dad bod king. I imagine under it he's actually pretty strong as troy confirmed that worked in construction while in collage, but he's still my chubby king. Just one who could pick you up and throw you onto the bed. Member wise? pretty average - large, though he isn't really sure what constitutes large. I'd say around 6.5-7 inches? perfect size if you ask me.

Y = Yearning (libido) Not always horny, especially if you're not around, but i imagine when you're around it's more likely that he's horny than not, if you catch my drift. Plus, it's very very easy to make him horny if you're in the mood and he isn't!

Z = Zzz I already said this but he loves to cuddle and fall asleep with you after sex :) Lay your head on his chest and snuggle him back and he's in a veritable heaven.

[leelesbo]

so this may be a bit of an odd request lol. im not personally into tickeling, but my partner is. i find it really attractive how into it he is, and am super willing to participate for him, but as hes into the lee and ler sides of it, sometimes when im taking the ler role, i sort of run out of ideas on what to say and do LOL. it doesnt come naturally to me like you all who actually Do have the fetish. i basically just picked your blog randomly cause we're the same age and you seem to have experience with it and i dont think he follows you already, but i was hoping you could offer some advice or ideas on good things to say and do that may not be obvious? i'd ask him but he gets so flustered over it that its basically impossible HDFJKGKDFHGL

this is the cutest sweetest ask omfg i would LOVE to help out. i love yapping about tickling you came to the right person (this turned out to be really long so it’s all under the cut LMFAO)

so for teasing, a lot of the times it really depends on Who you’re teasing!! for instance, im not personally a huge fan of the whole “coochie coochie coo” “tickle tickle tickle” thing bc its just Way too babyish and infantile for me, but ive found a lot of people in this community really like it and it flusters them a lot!!! if youre unsure, typical teases like that couldn’t hurt to try!

ok i said “tickle tickle tickle” didnt work on me but Actually in the right context that absolutely could work bc the simple act of Hearing The Word is insanely flustering. fr, if you just keep repeating how ticklish he is, asking if something tickles, maybe even figure out a way to force Him to say the word it should work. there’s smth about knismos where our brain overloads hearing that word and it’s even so hard to say, it’s extremely flustering being forced to say it!!

also, focusing on spots and Talking about how that particular spot is affecting them is killer. if you’re tickling his ribs and it’s making him giggle more than belly-laugh, point that out!!! “oh you really like the ribs, don’t you? you’re giggling so much you can’t even talk! try! go on, tell me how much it tickles!” for me and a lot of other knismos, tickling is a lot about feeling Analyzed. experiment with specific spots and see how differently it affects him. verbally take notes on the differences!

also, emphasize how much he’s enjoying it even if/when he’s Begging for you to stop or move spots. knismos love to pretend we hate it, it adds to the fun of the whole thing. but don’t ONLY emphasize that he’s enjoying it, also throw in how horrible it must be!! how he’s too ticklish to take it, how it must be so bad if he’s screaming for mercy.

(i literally keep thinking of new things to add this is going to be so long sorry)

AND AND AND!!! POINT OUT HOW FLUSTERED HE IS!! how red his face has gotten, how he keeps repeating the same thing over and over bc his brain is fuzzy and he can’t Speak Properly, maybe he can’t figure out what to do with his hands, or he keeps trying to hide his face! LET HIM KNOW U CAN SEE EVERY LITTLE REACTION!!! it’s about the attention to detail babyyyy

tickle teasing can also go beyond the actual Act of tickling. tease him when you aren’t even tickling him!! wiggle your fingers his way, throw the word in casual conversation (“what you said earlier really tickled me”), poke him when ur out in public!! little things :3

when you Are tickling him, make him tell you what spots tickle more. make him help you! maybe choose two spots at a time, tickle one spot and then the other, and make him tell you which was worse (this ofc will take Many trials and retests juuuust to be sure he was right the first time 😌). use different methods and make him choose which is worse! hands or teeth? feathers or raspberries? the list can go on and on and you’ll both be sure to have a lot of fun testing out the varieties of the game lol

okay so i could literally keep going FOREVER but ill stop here for now bc ive already written a fucking essay!!! if you want more i’d be elated to go again, my brain is constantly on Tickle Mode so im always happy to yap about it!!

anyway, hope this helped!! hope you guys have fun, im happy to be of service :3

[mrs-monaghan]

Hi Shaz! Im feeling so down today, i had been stressed out for the whole week as I have 2 audits and 2 assessment for this month, I dis not pass one of my assessment today. Pls give me some Jikook content to lift my spirit up 😘 I know reading ur blogs will make me feel good, that’s why I run here after hahahah

I got u my lovely. There is never shortage of Jikook content! I didn't do it when u asked me but better late than never, no?

To start us off, how soft is this image?

No seriously, how soft is that?

(Which reminds me, @youaremy-parkfilter I haven't 4go10 your ask. I just haven't had time to rewatch the episode but I will, I promise)

It's a subconscious act too, that's what I love about it. Their size difference though! Gets me everytime

I love them sm 😩😩😩😩😫😫😫😫

Okay, okay. Let's get it together. Too fluffy..too much fluff. I know just the thing to get me back on track. 😏 see this photo of JK where he looks like a professional wrecker?

No, but he really do be looking like he does indeed wreck Jimin seven days a week 🥵 Anyway, remember how he adjusts the Jungkonda during this clip? Isn't it funny who he's talking about while he does that? 🤭🤭🤭

😂🤣😂 Look, this isn't what you would call a typical Jikook moment. It's just one of those things someone with a brain like mine would notice, alright? It's JK adjusting himself, of course I noticed. But it was JK adjusting himself while talking about Jimin. 🤭🤭🤭

Moving onnnnnnn.... what do you reckon Jikook have been saying to eo all these years?

And why do they have to be that close? Its that lack of personal space thing they've always had going on 🤭

Anyway, let's do a tiny analysis because we can. I was watching this because it doesn't matter how long you've been around there is always BTS content to catch up on, and I noticed something that really tickled me.

So Jimin was asked to pretend he's preventing his gf from breaking up with him. V wanted to pretend to be the gf but JK quickly beats him to it.

He stands up incredibly fast and stops infront of Jimin 😂😂 JK did not want another member to play this role. He really wanted to be Jimin's pretend girlfriend 🤭🤭🤭

The best part though, is when Jimin still names his girlfriend Jeon Jungkook. 😂😂😂😂😂😂

I'm sorry but that was too funny to me. Jimin and his girlfriend Jungkook 🤭🤭 Not RM finding it cringy 😂😂😂 RM's reactions never fail y'all.

Then, Jimin was asked to pick an actress he would love to work with.

And so he did.

Then an outraged JK was like, what about me???

Umm... okay? You're not even on the list bro, maybe chill? 🤭😂

It's the little things guys. It's the little things. And of course satellite Jikook are sitting next to eo. 💃🏾💃🏾💃🏾💃🏾

Next I'm gonna share this extremely soft Jikook moment. Like, he didn't even hurt him. That punch was so soft and yet here Jimin is just hugging on JK and apologising for the clearly painless punch. But its the tight hug at the end for me 🥺

Alrighty! Back to another BV analysis. So remember when they went to that tourist place with all the dinosaur carcasses and Jimin was soooooooo excited? As soon as he spotted it he told us about how he loves dinosaurs

He couldn't wait to get off the ATV and ran towards it.

And there he goes telling RM all about it. Super super excited he is.

As soon as he was given the go ahead he got inside one of them.

Now, JK could you please tell us your favourite animal just one more time?

Thank you JK ☺☺☺

Out of the million things Jikook have in common, quickly add dinosaurs to the list if you haven't. 🥰🥰

While we are on BV there is this one moment that I didn't understand. Like Jimin was just there... he wasn't even talking it was RM and someone else talking. But JK was just.... staring at Mimi

Like for no reason. And as soon as Jimin turned back to his food JK quickly looks away.

This JK habit absolutely fascinates me. Like fr fr. What is it? What goes on? Like Mr. Jeon can you speak your thoughts outloud? That's your man, you've known him for years, why do you look at him like you've never seen him before? It's just... I don't understand... but I know it ain't normal. Like, friends don't just stare at their other friends for no reason.

Okay so I just thought this was cute

And this will always be very eyebrow raising for me. Why u blushing for your bandmate Jimin?

And why does JK always look so cocky when that happens? 🤔 Guess we'll never know 🤷🏽‍♀️

Satellite Jeon my favourite! Look at him be subtle!

Oh what's that? V showing Jimin his phone?

Oops, JK must know what Jimin is looking at. On time, like clockwork. Peekaboo!

This one i clicked on by accident but I'm not mad at it. For me, It's how deep Jimin's fingers are digging into an erogenous part of JK's body 😏

Sorry I'm late my dear. But hope this post finds you well 💚💚💚

In conclusion:

[pursuitseternal]

“Coaxing:” update for “Our Blood is Thicker,” Astarion x Cordehlia 💞(f!Tav)

Astarion x Cordehlia (Tav) | E | 4.2K of romantic, smutty angst

Summary: Defeating the Orthon means Astarion gets the answer to his scar’s meaning, but thoughts of his lover’s mortality niggle harder than the worms in their brains… solutions hopefully present themselves, and soon.

CW: post-battle blood and bloodlust, manipulative devils, secret Profane Rites revealed, mortality angst, proposals (again… part 2)

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For @marimosalad and the brainworm we share 💞

Chapter 11: Coaxing

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The air was still as Cordehlia opened her eyes. Not a bird chirp, not a soft rustle of breeze in the morning air or the caress of dew on the tent walls.

All was dead in these Shadow Cursed lands. But she never felt more alive. His hand already swept over her back, tender little strokes between her shoulder blades. His lips already smiled at her before her eyes even fluttered open. “Good morning, my love,” Astarion whispered, placing a slow and gentle kiss on her lips.

She slid herself closer, raising from where she was tucked into his side to lean across the spanse of his chest. “I love you,” she returned his little kiss with one of her own.

“I love you,” he breathed back into her lips. “And I hope you never tire of hearing that for the rest of your life, Cordehlia.”

“Never,” she cupped her hands on either side of his face. Her touch was warm, gentle, sending all the love in her heart straight into his own, undead as it may be. And his heart panged in dread.

She was worn out, right so, he laughed inwardly, watching her rest her sleepy head back on his shoulder, her eyes fluttering back shut. He had put her through her many, varied paces— and she, him.

He felt her living breath tickling over his skin, listened to every beat of that heart in her chest, calm. And alive. His gut twisted, and not in hunger. In fear. In horror. She would hear his words, feel his love for the rest of her life… but what then. What would be in store for him once she…

No, he stopped. He had to refrain from weighing the fact that outliving his mortal love would only be justice for leaving her long ago. Centuries damned to the same grief, the same loss. Only this time, she would be truly gone. And he would only have memories to comfort him.

The insides of his eyes stung, tears pricking them, tears he wished would disappear.

There had to be something he could do… for her if not for him.

To keep her with him. To bind her to his very being. To give himself to her until the sun itself melted.

He had failed her once, despite the haze over those memories… This time, he would never leave her. There had to be a way. No matter the cost.

“What’s the matter?” she murmured against his chest. “I can feel your tension, Astarion.”

“What happens when I lose you, darling…” He lets the question hang in the air. She lets it too, her arms gripping tighter around his middle, letting the gravity and grief of his words settle into her own bones.

“You won’t,” she whispered, turning her head to face him. There was an edge to her gaze, a sharpness of determination. Exacting. Fearsome. Astarion loved it. A glimmer of his Corvus, he suspected.

“My little raven is going to keep even the enemy of death at bay?” he crooned, caressing her cheek, his pride and arousal at those two intimidating words passing through his touch.

Something at the corners of her eyes hardened, something behind her eyes brightened as her breath grew heavier. “Not even death will keep me from you again, now that I’ve found you once more… now that you… love me again.”

Those last words, they were honey on her lips, nectar of the gods. He couldn’t help but press his mouth to her, hungry to suck that sweetness right off them. Noise crescendoed from outside his tent, clattering pans, muted voices—the others waking.

But ahe was in his arms, and they were already roused from sleep and aroused beyond fear. And he would not wait until night once more to feed on her or reward her for that ferocity and possessiveness once more.

That day, his thoughts of dreading her death hung close to his consciousness. Every trial, every fight, he remained at her side, close enough to guard her back and heal her the moment an arrow so much as grazed her tender flesh.

Blood soaked, gore dripping from their armor and pooling at their feel, they finally took stock of their last battle.

Exacting that demand from the devil. His enemy, the Orthon, lay dead on the floor. And every one of her party panted, drained of energy but elated all the same.

It had been grueling, but they survived. He looked at her beside him. They had all survived.

Astarion prodded his red-skin corpse with the toe of his boot. “One payment exchanged for dark knowledge about what that bastard did to my back,” he turned to Cordehlia, her boots deep in muddy viscera. Her eyes searching his face for her hard-earned reward. “Thank you,” he purred, pulling her flush against his body by the curve of her ass.

“Don’t thank us yet,” Wyll shook his head, cleaning his own blade. “Wait and see if the devil holds up his end of the bargain.” He snorted, both eyes narrowed as he looked up at them. “It’ll be a cold day in Avernus if he tells you everything you need to know. Weigh Raphael’s words carefully, elves, or you might end up selling more than your souls…” he stood from his crouching. “…Please, we all love a good romance. Don’t sour it with greed or by being unwary.”

“When have I ever been selfish, Wyll?” Astairon put on that perfectly innocent expression, hand splayed on his chest, brows raised high above his wet, wide eyes.

No one replied, not with words. A chorus of disgruntled groans just fill the dank cavern as they leave. Astarion just clung to Cordehlia’s waist, savoring the say her armored body clashed against his own. “Darling, was it something I said?”

“No, of course not,” she smirked, her voice rife with sarcasm, though she knew it was what he sought.

“Camp has never sounded so good. I’m thoroughly exhausted, my love,” he leaned in to whisper the next bit for her pointed ears alone, “but fret not, I still have enough energy remaining to… celebrate our victory just the two of us.”

“Hmmm,” she purred in reply, easing herself from the way he gripped her tighter. “Let’s see if or when Raphael should reappear. Gods forbid he catches us with our pants down again…”

“I’m sure it would be quite educational for anybody, even a devil…” his laugh tickled her ear, his gauntleted hand raising to smack her backside once made her armor clang.

“I heard that!” Gale called from just in front of them. He didn’t even need to turn around for them to hear his eyes roll.

“I should hope everyone heard that,” the vampire gloated in reply. “You’ll hear a lot more…”

Another chorus of groans deafened the rest of his provocative discussion.

“They’re worse than newlyweds on their honeymoon,” Wyll whispered to their Druid.

Halsin chuckled back, “They’re worse than displacer beasts during mating season.”

“You’re hopeless,” Cordehlia chided, letting herself be caressed and pulled hard against his side regardlessly.

“Actually, for once, I have hope,” Astarion spoke, softer, more assured. Genuine. “And it’s thanks to you, my lovely Cordehlia.”

She froze in her tracks, looking into those sharp lines of his face to see them soft, wide and sincere. All her words dried on her lips, his mouth twitched, the same for him. Her chest felt tight, her stomach fluttering. And all she could do was smile like a fool.

A fool in love.

It was late, and the two elves had sworn, on both sets of pointed ears, they would keep watch in the dark for their fiendish friend… waiting for Raphael to hold his end of their bargain. And while no one believed they wouldn’t be openly rutting while they waited, the rest of the party was too exhausted to truly care what happened between them once their eyes were shut.

The fire crackled, and Cordehlia made certain they were, in fact, not caught with their pants down. Not for a lack of effort and zeal on her vampire’s behalf. But she resisted all his flirtatious attempts, pulling her into his lap to feel just how hard he was for her, breathing on the back of her neck… all in vain for now. He put on a smile, keeping his hands mostly to himself, even if she could see the pronounced bulge through his leathers. But something kept her keen, watchful. Almost as if she could smell the sulfur gathering, the pinpricks of eyes watching from the shadows.

As if the devil was waiting… hoping for more of a show once again. But their love was too precious to be put on display like that. Not for him. No matter how helpful the devil seemed to be.

Finally, once she leaned into Astarion’s shoulder, letting his arm wrap tightly around her, his skilled fingers slowly starting to caress one breast in his palm…. she heard a single footfall close by.

“I was thinking you two would be… vigorously celebrating the Orthon’s defeat by now. I was so hoping to interrupt,” that velvet baritone rippled from over their shoulders.

Astarion stood first, confident and ready to accept his reward. “We have upheld our end of the bargain, devil,” he smirked slightly. Crossed arms and spread legs making him seem all the more confident.

“And I shall uphold mine, little vampling, for those scars on your back tell such a delicious tale of woe, of the lure of power, and the betrayal of… well,” Raphael paused, those hard ridges of his face twisting even more devilishly. “Perhaps I get ahead of myself, it is rather a grim tale. But one that most assuredly defines your destiny.”

The way his eyes shot between them both gave Cordehlia pause. Something was here, something more than just a story or an answer. Something that could bring about both their destinies. “Tell us,” she chimed in, commanding and exacting as ever. “Why Infernal runes for scars? What business does Cazador have with the hells?”

“Oh, it’s more than business, my Lady Corvus, it is a total shift in allegiances and alliances to dominate Faerûn forever. Cazador Szarr is not the only powerful force in Baldur’s Gate, and those scars on your lover’s ivory skin are the last remaining key to unlocking total domination over the undead in this realm….” The devil paused, watching.

Cordehlia caught her love’s face from the corner of her eye, catching his hand in hers. He felt tight, wound like a trap ready to spring. His ears twitched at the sound of power, body rigid to hear it would be his master’s. “Go on, Raphael,” she smiled, “we have little time for half tales and riddles.”

“Then I’ll tell you all, out of my devotion to you, my lovely lady, all about the Rite of Profane Ascension. Long ago, Cazador Szarr made a deal with the archdevil Mephistopheles to gain unlimited power for his kind. All of his spawn and a handful of other souls to be sacrificed in exchange for the rite so deliciously diabolical, so overflowing with an influx of total, dominating power, no Vampire in the world could resist the temptation to take it for themselves.”

She could feel it, the clutch of his hand on hers even tighter, the pull of his own desire, as if his mouth watered to hear the promise of all that power.

“As Vampire Ascendant, all of man’s desires and appetites will be restored. His reflection, his beating heart will be his again. What’s more, he won’t need a tadpole in his skull to walk in the sun, and…” Raphael paused. He changed his stance to one much more… friendly. Familiar. His hands clasped before him, his shoulders bending towards them both. “Should Cazador Szarr gain all this power, he would not make a good ally against the Absolute, against Ketheric or the other conspirators that seek to dominate souls in this world….”

“And this poses a problem for you in your quaint little circle of hell, does it not, Raphael….” Astarion’s interjection, so perceptive and sharp, caught even the devil before them off guard. “That’s why you sought us out from the beginning, isn’t it? Not to heal our tadpoles or take our souls, or to even offer your hollow praise to my beloved?”

Astarion paused, letting go of her hand, striding a step forward with total confidence. A sway, a swagger as he closed the distance on Raphael. “You need me to stop him…” he grinned wickedly, “for your own benefit as much as mine, as much as Cordehlia’s.”

Raphael merely shrugged. “Whatever happens, happens my friends. I just know that by potentially helping you, I may have given aide to the next most powerful Vampire in the realms… all that power, and no one to take it seems like an awful waste…”

The devil’s smile only widened as his eyes fell on Cordehlia. “And, I hear that lovers don’t last when one is undying and the other… well,” he shrugged again. “Just think of all the possibilities a Vampire Lord possesses for… creation, if you catch my meaning.”

It was a stake in his ribs, the tantalizing incentive to make her… his. Forever. The thought stuck, sharp and lodged in his brain like a thorn in his thoughts, his lips pursed silent as the devil finally dispersed.

He was silent as she pulled him into the darkness of his tent. Their tent. And even as she lifted her own tunic, baring her whole body for him, even as her hands began to tug his off that ruinously handsome frame, he just watched with sharp eyes. Quiet but for a few little noises of approval. Cordehlia squinted, stopping for the moment.”What are your thoughts, Astarion? It’s not like you to be so silent for so long.”

His head hung, watching her hands settle his shirt back down. And even that made his stomach twist into unending knots. “It’s… a tantalizing offer, my love.” He finally commented, forcing his voice full of its usual satin.

“It’s not even half of what you deserve, you know…” she whispered. As if she feared the power of her words. “Though… a handful of souls to be sacrifice does seem vague. As long as yours isn’t one of them.”

“Hmmm,” he paused. “It will take some planning, and chaos… and luck.” He grinned at her, eyes scanning the way she sat on her knees, breasts pert and pink and just waiting for him. It made him lick his lips, the words of her approval sinking deeper than his bones. “And most importantly, it will take you by my side.”

She smiled just slightly, brows furrowed in deep thought, and then she opened her mouth. “What did he mean by a vampire lord’s powers of creation?” she asked, hesitant and unsure for once.

Astarion forced himself not to look away, not to look down at the body he worshiped more than any gods. Forcing himself to only gaze straight ahead in those bright silver eyes. Uncertainty stung in his gut at how she might accept such knowledge. “Vampire Lords have the powers to turn the living into the undead. Spawn are made to be slaves, obedient servants in every sense, compelled to follow the slightest whim,” his words sounded from between grit teeth. His own burden and suffering imbued in his tone.

She said nothing, only resting the warm, supple palm of her hand on his bent knee. A small gesture, but one that eased the suffering instantly piqued.

He breathed before continuing. “Vampire Lords can also create other vampires, draining the living of all their blood and then bestowing their own in return. The effect is to create a full-blooded, equally powerful, potentially threatening creature just like themselves. But…” he paused, frozen by her searching gaze. His swallow gagged him. His hand less than steady as he let one of his rest atop where she still touched him. “There is a third creation, equally connected to their maker as if they were a spawn, equally powerful and free as if they were a Vampire Lord or Mistress in their own right.”

Cordehlia shivered, and not from the cold. This seemed so familiar, the way he said so much and yet nothing important. Or at least not the most important parts. The way he had once danced around asking for her hand, her own youth and innocence too sweet to know just what desires ran under his always-pale skin. His veiled questions… his obtuse flirtations… she had no clue what he had intended for her long ago truly until he finally accompanied her down to the stream that day, saying she would be his, one way or another… Until he feigned returning back home, only to be caught watching her down by the river…

When he first sought to make her his bride.

That word stuck in her brain, striking some long forgotten knowledge of vampiric creatures…

“You speak of the Bride,” she breathed.

One brow twitched as it arched, his lips turning softly. Wistfully. “What if… what if I am able to amend my past transgressions? What if…”

Her hand raised, fingers pressing against his moving lips so quickly. “Don’t say it unless you mean it, Astarion,” she whimpered, voice catching in her throat. All the sharpness of a sob beginning. “I won’t survive again if…”

“I do mean it,” he said, mouth moving fast, but his arms moved faster. He was always faster with his body, his words, his thoughts always playing catch-up. He pulled her flush against his body, laying her down on the mess of pillows and blankets beneath them. His poor excuse for a bed. He said nothing more, letting the warmth of her figure flood into him, seeping through the linen of his ruffled shirt and the supple leather of his trousers. “I mean it, Cordehlia Aquilae, my future… bride.”

But she kept still against his side, her face turned to bury into that valley of his chest and stomach. It was only once her tears had pooled in his center did he even realize she was crying. Her hand fisted against her face, hiding her eyes as she finally took a shaking inhale.

“Oh shit,” he held his own breath. “Did I do something wrong? Say something wrong?”

“No,” she instantly turned that tear-streaked face towards him. Her pale skin mottled from crying, even her silver eyes peered through the gathering puffiness. “I’ve… been longing for this for so long. It, it just must be too good to be true.”

“I’m not leaving you this time,” he rasped, trying hard to reassure her with little caresses of his hand in her hair, coaxing her further. Coaxing her closer. “You said… I’ve seen… in the past, my ambitions stole me away.”

She nodded, swallowing so hard, he could feel it against his stomach.

“This time, my darling Cordehlia, I’m taking you with me,” he purred, stroking a single finger under her quivering chin. Beckoning her to his smirking mouth. “Now… I think I’d like to take you now, too. As if you could lie that perfect body against me, expecting me to resist the temptation.” He shook his head as she slid over him. “Tch,” he purred deeper again, crooking a finger in her face to beckon her all the more. “Come here, and don’t make me coax you more, my sweet… my betrothed.”

She shuddered and thrilled, splaying her legs around his hips, letting the smoothness of his leathers slip beneath her folds. “Always so quick to forget your manners, not that you were ever fluent in using it in your vocabulary,” she chided, taking a moment to wipe her last tears with her shoulder.

“What are you going to do, train my tongue to be more endearing, more polite?”

“There are so many ways to coax out a please from your spoiled lips, Ancunìn,” she grinned, feeling that growing swell in his lap hardening.

“And it seems like we will have all of eternity to make me practice my tongue to your heart’s content,” he purred, leaning closer as she braced her arms about his neck. “Won’t you kiss me, after all…” he gave her a piercing, rakish grin, and Cordehlia doubted he would know it was the same that made her stomach flutter for years, for lifetimes. “…you are my intended, my betrothed.”

“And you are mine.” She felt a surge inside her, something fierce, something dark swirling from days of old. A need to protect. To fight for him. Or because of him. “Cazador will die,” she hissed, “All nine hells will freeze over before we let your old master claim any of that power… I won’t allow it, nor will you, my love.”

“Oh, I love when you snap your razor sharp beak, my little raven…” he crooned, hands sweeping down her sides to hook into the bend of her knees. He pulled her hard, clutching her hard as he thrust up into her. “But enough about him…. I’d rather make you spout such sweet little noises, make you cry my name from your lips…”

One hand splayed on his chest, the other gripped his from her leg to guide it, to coax it into the peak of her folds. “If you wish,” she simpered in reply. “I have many an idea of just how you could do that…”

He tilted his head, those silver locks of his shifting ever so slightly. “Well, darling, I’m all pointy ears to hear them…”

A sliver of their past sliced through her memories… “I want you to make me yours.”

“You already are, my love,” he arches a single brow, confusion wrapped tightly in intrigue and burning arousal.

“I’ve always been yours… but never your own, never forever,” she paused, biting her lip in her hesitation.

“That will all change once we rid ourselves of all this,” he pointed behind his back, splayed on the ground as he was. “But do no doubt for a moment that all of this is mine…” He brushed his touch under her chin, racing his touch down to sweep over her breasts, clutching one in his fingers to kneed it gently. His other hand slipped beneath her wet folds, letting the backs of his fingers graze into her as he tugs loose his breeches’ buttons. She shifted just enough to let him out, to flatten his cock fully into her cunt as she glided over its silken hard length. “And this,” he groaned, matching the buck of her hips just perfectly in time to sheathe himself inside her clenching heat, “this is yours… only yours. Whether you’re my bride yet or not, my darling, I’ll have none but you.”

The way her whole body shook on him, around him, it almost undid him right then and there. Her mouth hung slack, her body dipping down to cover him as she bucked and canted her hips. “Say it again… how I’m yours,” she moaned, the red of her hair falling over her shoulders, “how you’ll make me yours forever.”

“You will be mine…” he growled, one hand pulling at the back of her neck to bring her panting lips against his own. “Your delicious mouth, so eager to please, will be mine…” his hand slid to her cheek, sticking his thumb between her slack lips as he hooked it and tugged it against his own. He bit into her lips, just enough of his fang piercing her flesh to bring blood to their mouths.

Her own hunger flared, matching his kiss suck for suck and lick for lick. Hand clutched at the back of her head, he gripped her harshly, pulling her back and dragging his damp fangs over her neck. “This is mine, your blood will always be mine,” he growled, running his tongue over the scars and lingering wounds from his near constant indulgence of her blood.

“Bite,” she sighed, a slight drag of her hips over his length. “Tell me how I taste,” an order, sweetened in the thick tone of her voice.

He waited for no further invitation, sinking in his teeth in time with a buck of hips to sink himself deeper into her arousal.

Both drew a delicious groan from that throat between his lips as he sucked his fill. “Rich, powerful…” he mumbled between swallows of her essence. He could feel her swallow as he did, hear her breathing grow ragged as he feasted on that blood. A swirl of his tongue, he purred again, “Addictive, nourishing…”

That got her going, her hips driving against him blood from her neck dripping on the cream of his shirt. But even that couldn’t rile him. Fingers wound around both breasts, letting his nails drag into their swaying fullness. Making a little whimper of pain-laced pleasure spill from her lips. “All of you, Cordehlia, will be mine.”

Shattering, spasming, she crumpled into his chest, head braced against his own. Every muscle in her sculpted body gripped him, holding him tightly.

Never to lose him again.

Not like last time….

[torusangel]

I was never good at goodbye | Gojo Satoru

Description: Everyone celebrated as they watched unlimited hollow purple hit but their celebrations fell on deaf ears. Your gut felt terrible, like your heart just got ripped from your chest; and it did.

Warnings⚠️: Manga spoilers!!, character death, angst, tears, tears, tears

A/N: I’m so in my feels guys. It’s been a month and I’m still in shambles please forgive me 😭 next thing I post I promise it won’t be this depressing. I CANT BELIEVE THIS ANGST IS FR MY FIRST POST

The cheers around you faded into the background as pain ripped through your chest. Burned into your retinas was the sight of him being cut. Your world, your heart, you felt like you were on fire as silence soon replaced the celebration. You didn’t even recognize your own voice when you screamed. It was a horrible sound, like a wounded animal clawing for its taken child. A blood curdling scream that ripped through your entire body, the feeling shredding your throat, metallic taste of blood flooding your tongue.

Then it was quiet again. The gut wrenching pain subsided and was replaced by peace in a serene field. Why were you upset again? What happened? Questions flooded your brain and left as soon as they came. Stress seeped out of you, all it left in its wake was…. Him?

“Toru? How’d you get here?” you questioned suddenly seeing his familiar silhouette. He turned towards you with a sad smile and threw himself into your warm embrace, “what’s wrong?” it was scary seeing him like this. The strongest looking so defeated. The Satoru you knew would never let something get in the way of his overwhelming confidence in himself.

Tears stained your shirt while he desperately clutched you tighter, like if he let go you’d slip from his fingers, dispersing into the wind that would carry you away from him, “I don’t want to leave. This life I’ve built with you, these memories, your scent, I don’t want to forget.” soft words in choked sobs left your lovers lips. Suddenly you felt wet tears flooding your eyes and painting your cheeks, though you couldn’t figure out why you were crying anymore.

“I….. I can’t remember what’s wrong but please don’t cry Toru, I’ll always be here with you. I won’t let you forget.” your hands found themselves tangled in his hair, comfortingly brushing the snow white strands through your fingers. With each pass his breath steadied, and Satoru let himself melt into your loving touch.

“I’m sorry love, I was never good at goodbye. I’m just, so so tired.” he looked up from your chest to cup your face and finally meet your gaze. Delicately, he traced his fingertips across your face trying to commit every little detail to memory.

Slowly, the scenes of his fight started to comeback to you. He pressed his forehead to yours, closing his eyes with a heavy sigh. ‘Ah, this must be it then. He must’ve used everything he had left to make this last moment with me’ you thought. Oddly, it didn’t hurt. Perhaps it was because of this small place he made for you, maybe it was the fact you didn’t want him to feel burdened with the weight of the world anymore, maybe you just wanted his last memory of you to be happy, not just your pained cries for him.

The light breeze and sunshine on your skin was warm, just like him. Everything in this little world you two had created was like him. The earthy scent that filled your nostrils, dandelions that dances in the wind, and the wind that tickled your skin like his touch. Then there was him, you didn’t want to let him go either. You would’ve given anything to stay like this, in each others arms, for the rest of time rather than having to leave. But in your heart of hearts you knew, just like everything, this couldn’t last forever.

You took a deep breath to steady your shaking hands, placing them on either side of his face. He looked so peaceful, just as he always did when he slept by your side, “it’s okay Toru, it’s okay for you to rest now” he smiled, but his eyes stayed closed. White lashes against porcelain skin and his strong embrace engulfing you.

His body felt so heavy, all his strength slipping away in your arms. His lids were too heavy for him to pry open anymore, he knew his time with you was up. With the last breath he had, the last bit of energy he could feel still within him,

He kissed you.

[scrufflesksunnide]

Some more New game plus content, y'know, I don't even consider this an au this is just a comfort for me honestly, I don't have to write a huge story with arcs and cool stuff like in eot which isn't a bad thing at all! But it's nice to take a break and make stuff for comfort, plus I love godmode and reversal to death so seeing those two ships merged together is nice and tickles my brain, and considering what I said in my vent post about why those 3 are my favorite slugs, their dynamic just works for me...

cosmikazie I will find you for giving me this ngp brainrot YOU STARTED THIS YOU LITTLE SHI- /jk nah fr this is a good thing thank you :)))

[phyrexian-lesbian]

Final Take on Series 14/Season 40

(It will never be season one cry about it)

Alright so Space Babies brings the while season down at least 50% so we're gonna ignore that episode- which is also useful advice for anyone watching Doctor who.

Excluding space babies, there are a handful of episodes that, stand-alone, are really good. Of course, there'd never be more than a handful because the international franchise pairing with corporate overlords only had time for 9 episodes apparently.

In fact, I like most of the season, considering I don't watch them as a season. Church on Ruby Road was interesting, playing with the idea of magic and the Timeless Child arc.

The Devil's Chord was fun and intriguing, playing with the gods and monsters idea again, and having cool 4th wall breaks and a fun villain. Its drawbacks were the stupid fucking musical number that rtd wrote with no canon reason other than "Maestro's influence", which is a repeat of what he did with the 60th (writing utter bullshit and pinning it on a stupid fucking cause that makes 0 canon sense).

Boom was incredible. For starters, it was written by someone who wasn't rtd, so that's amazing. Also, as a theatre kid, having tur central actor unable to move their body for the entire performance tickled my brain in all the best ways. All in all, it felt like an episode from 12's era, when Doctor was at its peak for me. Great episode. Made me hopeful for the future (hahahaha😶)

73 Yards was also incredible (ignoring the finale). It heightened that (false) sense of mystery surrounding Ruby, and ramped up the horror subtheme started by Wild Blue Yonder. I really enjoyed it, and it was a great story. Felt a lot like Heaven Sent, which is am achievement (All of this praise is for the standalone. RTD pissed all over his good writing with the finale, and 73 Yards was ruined by EoD).

Dot and Bubble played with some interesting ideas but was kinda meh. It was a cool reality to see 15 suffer racism (bit like 13 suffering misogyny), and it was good to see the Doctor mad again.

Rogue was very cool, and I thought it was great. Made me wish we had a Thasmin kiss tho.

Legend of Ruby Sunday, aka the good half of the finale, was very interesting. All the mystery and the magic and the reunions. They dismissed the whole bigeneration plot line, and the fact that 15 didn't see any of this shit coming meant that the bigeneration plot line was completely fucked. 14 and 15 aren't the same person in a looped time line. They're just clones of each other. The whole "therapy" situation is utter bullshit. RTD just can't kill t*nnant for shit (fr love David Tennant in other stuff and as a person in general just getting sick of him in Dr who). Sutekh's reveal could have been handled a bit better, but overall his entrance gave me chills. Loved that. Just needed a bit more detail on how he avoided the TARDIS sensors for two thousand years.

And finally, the episode that untied all the others from each other, Empire of Death. The mystery that terrified Maestro, the God of music and revels, and caught the obsession of Sutekh, the God of death and eternity, was utter bullshit. Ruby's mum is just some guy. A nice thought- we thought she was some godlike entity but she was just an ordinary human. Except. We didn't think that. RTD wrote that. The snow, the "song in her soul", the fact that Ruby's mum couldn't be perceived with anything but the naked eye, not even with Time Lord equipment- that's all superhuman shit. You can't explain that away with "she's normal". That's not how it works. Oh and the God of literal actual Death was defeated by a real good dogleash? Nah man. If you want us to take things seriously, don't pull shit like that. Also they defeated him literally the same way they did last time, adding the aforementioned dog leash. Also the fact that her mum is just normal means that the whole mystery about the specter's words in 73 yards is just... pointless? Completely useless?

Also, no one names their daughter by pointing at a sign (that wasn't there in the original shot).

And Ruby's exit was so nothing. I didn't feel a single thing. There was no emotional connection to the character. She left of her own directive. After 9 45minute episodes. Don't know if people honestly were emotional about that, because there was nothing there.

Overall, good episodes. Bad season.

[dramatic-delirium]

Look at my

(In the tune of Barbie gurl)

Lil princess boy from a lill rp woooorld

Picrew: Adventurer Avatar

I love how my dot is right in the Middle of chaotic lol

Quiz: Moral Alignment Test

Now this character/picrew is so cool imma make lore ATSJJFKKGKGKDHK

Content warning: Scars

So He is a warlock? Maybe? His god thingy he gets his power from has accepted to be his gf recently. He actually became a warlock to woo her he probs also have other stuff up his sleeves?

This guy is so accident prone

The shoulder pads are to protect and those knee scar are actually multiple scars piled on each other

Environmental storytelling everyone:

Get a dog and not a wolf

These are both sh scars...

One was for a ritual...

Look close he has handcuffs... He broke from prison once and liked the quality of handcuffs so he kept it. It really is good metal.

His boots are like an interdimensional storage thing. It can only hold a bit tho.

Most of these is juice, the others might be horrific poison.

Dunno what most his powers are but one thing for sure that he uses his powers to color his hair

Don't Mind the black aura look at the flowers and hearts he so friendly (fr) (chaotic af too tho)

Thank you so much for the tag @wyrmtung I love this thing it tickled my brain so muchhhhhb

I'm still tagging everyone ever ignore if nuh uh plz @itsmiguel2099 @moth-wave @demigod-of-the-agni @obi-mom-kenobi @inverted-writes-stuff @n1an-gao @methegreatest @winterpotatostuff @kingscross-33 @dailyohara @ratzforaster @eefweef do both the picrew and test and SHOW ME