#slanky

[besmirchthis]

and now as with every time i hear or think about that song i am thinking about marx having a nice sit with his carbuncles

[instant-delusions]

𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗿𝗼 : 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗱𝘀

ajax/tartaglia/childe x afab! reader smut

cw: fluff, idiots in love 😔, alcohol, cursing, cunnilingus, penetrative sex, unprotected sex

a/n: nr 1 genshin hater back writing genshin smut

there are two things fontaine is overflowing with : water & secrets.

on the surface, the nation looks bubbly and exciting (or... enticing) . though, much like the hydro archon herself, it's putting on a show to hide a disaster coming. with all the adventuring and traveling you did, this instance is definitely the most mind-boggling, a weak-ish celebrity archon, two magician siblings and a nation doomed to drown. interesting, to say the least.

paimon and you decided to stroll around the bustling city centre, looking for some fontainian food to get your mind off of things. suddenly, your giddy companion stopped floating, grabbing your arm tightly, "look!" she sqeaked, pointing at somebody. ginger hair, red scarf loosely falling off his shoulder, slanky body wrapped in a grey outfit - it's none other than, "childe!" paimon whisper-yelled. gaping at him, you stopped in your tracks.

said man felt eyes on him and shifted, trying to see who's attention he caught this time. stuffing the last piece of croissant down his mouth, he chewed and turned around - locking eyes with his beloved traveler. "mpfh!" he grinned, quickly making his way towards the two of you. noticing your stunned demeanor, ajax swallowed quickly and ignored paimon's inquisitive questions, studying the look on your face instead. "if it isn't my lovely traveler!" he exclaimed, making you snap out of your weird daze.

you were shocked, of course. not just by tartaglia's presence, but also by the interesting emotion resulting from it. after everything you discovered about him, it was safe to say that he was caring, charming and good. obviously, you considered him a friend, but friends don't make you feel this way - they don't give you butterflies, and they don't make you fuzzy with a smile. it's weird. feeling paimon grow quiet raising a brow at your uncharacteristic silence, you huffed and cleared your throat. "what are you doing here, childe?". he told you about how he was feeling down and thought traveling would make him cheer up. "did you choose fontaine because of their famous wine?" chuckling, he feigned heartbreak. "what, are you disrespecting shnezhnayan vodka? I'm offended."

sitting down at your hotel's restaurant, childe immediately asked about your adventures in sumeru. while you stuttered something about wanderer and the doctor, about their delicious food and skilled fighters, he leaned on his hand, sipping on his aged, dark red wine. curious, you asked for a taste as well, silently letting your taste buds accommodate the rich flavors.

paimon knew. after a good two hours, she saw the way childe shifted closer to you, laughing heartfully at your tipsy demeanor. she saw how he touched you and how his eyes lit up everytime you spoke. she also noticed your rose tinted cheeks and how you leaned in when he talked about his family, how you giggled freely at his jokes. surprisingly, she felt a mixture of worry and excitement filling her, for she knows how troubled your soul has been lately, seeing her traveler happily crushing on someone (even if it's annoying, arrogant, childish childe)...she encouraged it. "(y/n)... I'm sleepy!" paimon announced, snatching the room keys from your pocket. "I'm going. don't-" she raised a finger at tartaglia, "do anything stupid."

after hours of tipsy chatter, childe insisted on bringing you up to your room. "I don't wanna gooo..." you whined, clinging onto his arm with a sweet pout. internally, said man was exploding with affection, feeling weirdly dutiful, protecting you as if you were a little bunny stranded in the snowy mountains of his home country. arriving at your room's door, something doomed on you. paimon had the keys. paimon who's sleeping peacefully in your bed right now.

"uh...tartaglia?" you looked up to him, receiving a small 'hm?' sound in response. "paimon has my keys."

paimon has her keys.

ajax leaned onto the wall smugly, lips spreading into a sly grin. "ahh..see, my dear traveler, I'd invite you to my room, but..." he leaned closer to your face, his breath fanning over your forehead. "but...?" you inclined, hearing him exhale dramatically. "you've been so cute today, I don't know if I'd be able to keep my hands off of you." childe trailed a finger along the softness of your cheek, watching a rosy color bloom on it again. feeling overwhelmed by the sudden proximity, you stepped back, averting his hot gaze. you slumped down next to the door and whined, "I'd rather sleep on the floor."

needless to say, tartaglia did not let you sleep on the floor. he dragged you all the way to his room, feeling responsible for your safety (which he usually only does regarding his family). "c'mon, (y/n). change into this." he threw one of his shirts at you and gestured to the bathroom. quietly closing the door behind you, you started to undress and pulled the tee on, which smelled of dill and wood. you scrunched your brows in frustration, thinking about how the fuck you ended up in this situation while longingly smelling the fabric.

quickly, you made your way over to the couch situated beneath the window, only to be pulled back by a tongue-clicking ginger. "my (y/n), I would never let you sleep on the couch! please, take the bed." he said all gentlemanly, causing you to giggle and whisper a 'thank you.'. pulling back the covers, you sighed at the softness of the mattress, feeling like you're sinking into a fluffy sheep. suddenly, you felt the bed dip beside you and shrieked. "childe?!", receiving his signature smirk, you felt all shy again seeing his handsome features so close to you. he mumbled something about not wanting to take the couch either and snaked his arm around you, pulling you close. a sudden wave of comfort came crashing down, you felt his chest heaving with breaths and his skin all warm and soft. he trusted you to be this close. snuggling closer, you heard him exhale peacefully. it's weird, you thought. definently a good weird, but weird - you've seen this man with a crazed expression on his face, electricity crackling around him, you've seen him loud and charming. this is new, but you definitely liked domestic ajax.

nothing could be heard except some whirring outside the hotel, probably stemming from some sort of machine, which means the warmth erupting inside your belly has been getting hard to ignore. obviously, you couldn't deny childe's touching and flirting left you a bit ... needy. his pretty looks, mixed with his enticing personality totally got to you! you might be inexperienced, but with your inability to back down from a fight and the magic of liquid courage, you decided to take the first step. shyly shifting your ass against his crotch, you freezed at his instant hot exhale, ajax' hands coming up to your hips.

"m not sleepy." he said, propping his head up with an arm, blue eyes gazing down at you. nodding in agreement, you reached up, playing with one of his red strands. "feeling a bit more confident?" he asked, pulling you closer by the arm on your hip, making your bodies press against each other. you gasped, the ghost of his name on your tongue, as he buried his head in the crevice between your neck and shoulder. feeling his lips softly pressing against your skin, you laid down on your back, arms snaking around his body to guide him on top of you. "oh?" ajax leaned back to muster your face, seeing a mixture of excitement, smugness, and fear. "my, my. I like this side of you, lovely traveler." he commented, making you smile. "I really wanna do this..." you started, giggling at the way he hummed, clearly pleased with your statement, "but?" he inquired, his voice nevertheless laced with care. he softly played with your hair as he waited for your answer. "I'm...I've never...", you heard him gulp. "it's okay, (y/n). I'll take the lead, as always." he winked at you, making you huff. "don't remember you ever winning any of our fights, childe." he laughed, the sound making you giddy. slowly, he started to wander your body, tracing your curves and leaving a trail of fire behind. you felt your breath hitch and his growing heavier with each new, intimate part he discovered. slowly, he moved his hands underneath your (his) tee, resting them on your waist. "kiss?" he whispered, smiling at the way you nodded in response. leaning down, you felt the ghost of his lips on yours, "this your first as well?". his lips softly moved against yours as he spoke, barely touching them, barely a kiss. impatient, you guided him by his cheeks, elated as he finally pressed against you fully. his hands snaking to your hair, you enthusiastically nibbed and sucked on each other's lips, the idea of 'going slow' melting away after every kiss. ajax nudged against your lower lip with his tongue, to which you opened happily.

the sound of wet slurps and rustling of clothes filled the room, the harbinger tugging off your shirt with fervor. "mh, what...?" you questioned, feeling him dipping lower on your body, pressing kisses on your neck, to the valley between your boobs, your lower stomach, and the top of your thighs. "милая (rus. pretty), can I see? can I take them off?" you nodded feverishly, bringing your hips up, while watching him tug off your panties clumsily - he must be very hot and bothered too. at the sight of your weeping, wet pussy he gasped, cock straining against his pyjama pants uncomfortably. ajax felt so incredibly drunk, not off the wine earlier, but off the thought of finally having you. his lovely traveler. you watched as he moved between your thighs, a sort of wild look in his eyes - pupils blown and eyebrows scrunched, it was incredibly hot. his eyes moved from your pussy to your eyes, asking for permission quietly, which you granted by opening your legs further.

ajax pressed a kiss to your clit, making you jump cutely and continued to lick a long stripe down your cunt, collecting the juices leaking from it. feeling a sudden rush of need, he hooked his arms around your thighs, pressing his tongue flatly against you, delighted by the way you twitched for him. he heard you moan and whine, your hands tangling into his ginger hair to press him closer. moving back up, ajax switched between sucking your clit and lolling his tongue in infinity shapes around it. you arched your back with a shout of his name, flexing your thighs against his head, trapping him (not that he complained). "fuck, ajax, i'm-" said man dug his face deeper into you, failing to notice his inability to breathe. licking longer, harder stripes against your pussy to make you cream against his face more. there's nothing he wanted, no, needed more. with one final, aggressive buck against him, you came with a loud scream - neither you nor ajax cared for anyone hearing you.

the harbinger let you calm down, though he honestly couldn't hold back much longer. his cock leaking against his briefs as he watched your sloppy pussy twitch in the aftermath of his work. your body's curves kissed by the soft light coming from the stores outside. there's lots of things that are distressing him, but for this night and for any other day you grace him, his heart is at peace. you watched as he stood up to hover above you, pants and boxers scattered on the floor. smiling, you wrapped your arms around his middle and kissed him. "you're pretty." ajax was caught off guard, smiling back bashfully at you. he whispered a quiet 'thank you' and guided your legs around his waist.

"mh. I want you." he stated, biting your neck softly. his hardened cock was pressing against your inner thigh and you moved to touch it. aroused by the low moan coming from him, you pressed your thumb to his leaking tip, smearing it around until finally deciding to wrap your hand around him. ajax' was pale, long, and had a pretty pink tip - though he didn't let you commit to memory much, yanking your hand away. " 'm sorry, need you." he whimpered, bringing his own hand down to guide his cock to your entrance. you mewled once he slowly eased himself in, feeling how he stretched you out nicely, and how his dick throbbed and twitched inside.

ajax could hardly contain himself, your pussy wrapped around his cock was probably the best thing he's ever felt. you were warm and wet, moaning for him so prettily. his heart was beating so quick - the situation so intense and intimate, his eyes glossed over. he leaned down to kiss your neck again, finally pushing in completely. nudging your cervix with his tip and curving into you perfectly. he felt you squirm impatiently and let out a strained chuckle, almost cooing at your cuteness. the harbinger leaned back, wanting to see your expressions once he utterly fucks you out. some of your wetness leaked out just by him pulling out slowly, making you whimper out in embarrassment. ajax pushed in again quickly, establishing a deep, eager pace. your tits and curves jiggled everytime his hips thrust forward, making him hungry to grab at you. he swiped his thumb over your nipples and pushed his fingers deep into your skin, losing himself to the feeling of you. his traveler flooded his mind and body completely. "a-ajax, please." you didn't know what you were begging for, tears and spit ran down your face as you pressed your lips against his messily, making him groan into the kiss. hearing him curse in a language you didn't understand, you arched your back in response, making his brows furrow in concentration. "you're... you're gonna be the death of me." he snapped his hips against you sloppily, balls hitting your wet thighs, making the room echo with ungodly sounds. you felt your high approaching quickly, shuddering against ajax' body with vigor, babbling something nonsensical to him. though, he seemed to understand, nodding and picking up his pace. "come, please (y/n), come for me. господи! (rus. my god)". your whole body spasmed, as if you were either falling down the abyss or ascending to celestia - your vision became blurry, and your anchored yourself grabbing onto ajax, who came immediately after seeing your teary face while reaching your high, filling you with his warm seed as he collapsed onto you.

you were the first to come back to your senses, moving your bodies sideways. drawing stars on your harbingers back to ease him back into reality. he mumbled something along the lines of "sorry paimon, might've done something stupid".

there were two things you were overflowing with right now: love and... stickiness. but mostly love.

[srslyscary]

RAN BONTEN HEADCANONS

| Contents: General headcanons, relationship headcanons SFW , reader is written as she/her but can be considered gn, mentions of guns/weapons

General Headcanons

# ran is quite the flirtatious fellow. he's too flirtatious to the point that you lock yourself in your room when it's too much.

# genuinely loves when you're not irritated, cuz then he gets to annoy the shit out of you.

# he's banned from Walmart for showing a worker his handgun and asking if it should be on the left or right side of his waistband. no one knew that was ran haitani.

# misses when he had long hair so if you have long hair, he always asks if he can braid yours like he used to do to his hair.

# ALSO. washing his hair is a complete disaster. WHY DOES HE PUT SO MUCH HAIR GEL ON HIS HEAD. YOU DONT NEED THIS MUCH.

# you've held him at gunpoint before because he wouldn't give your phone back.

# you called him a pedophile once and he didn't speak to you for like a week. you laughed after he took your joke seriously.

# his lips are constantly crusty, you always have spare chapstick in your pockets or bags for him.

# loves coffee but hates coffee candy. ironic isn't it?

# LOVES PICKLESSS! Give him a pickle and he'll devour it in one bite.

# tells you dirty things to get you in the mood to fuck around but in reality you think he's joking and laugh.

# told you that you could be a stripper with your body.

# "i'm so glad i'm into women like you-" "so you're saying there's other women? so you're a cheater now?" "thats NOT what i said." " okay playboy."

# caught him drooling in his sleep so you took a picture and showed everyone.

# he's fluent in greek and latin, doesn't speak it much but when he does it's to try and turn you on. doesn't usually work but when it does it sounds really sexy.

# for a slanky tall man his hand placements are so chefs kiss. it's like he knows where to place his magic hands on you.

# he listens to post malone for funsies. but really he likes the guy and won't stop listening to "psycho ft. ty dolla $ign"

# he's the type of guy to tell you that you look like shit in the morning but wakes up with eye boogers, dry slobber on his face, hair sticking to his skin, sweaty asf, lips crusty, breath STANK, and his body halfway off the bed. like sweetheart I know you ain't talking so please watch your mouth.

# this one time he had a dream of you leaving him for his brother so he locked his brother in a room and interrogated him.

# when you're agitated you ask to have a massage or your knuckles played with and he gladly does that for you.

[babyvixen27]

Stranger Danger / PART 2 18+ minor DNI

Incel Neil! x Bimbo Reader!

One too many drinks fill your pretty head, leaving no room for rational thought and Neil is there to pick up the slack .

Warnings: NONCON/DUBCON, DARK CONTENT! Misogynistic language and behaviour, hateful, face slapping, dacryphilia, non con deepthroat, degradation, GRAPHIC, straight up bullying lol Neil x reader.

May do a third part? If anyone's interested 🤍

“Shh it’s alright baby” Neil laughed, “We’re just gonna have a little fun.” 

For another half second, your eyes watched him move toward you, vaguely picturing those discovery channel documentaries where the predator stalks its prey before launching. Another heavy footstep sent your body into autopilot, sprinting to the back door. However, the room seemed to move with you, and by the time you locked in on the handle, a rough handful of your hair sent you tumbling back onto the floor. The impact knocked the wind out of you with a heavy grunt and Neil took the momentary daze to straddle your hips, pinning your wrists over your head. 

You struggled for a bit, tears flowing endlessly, leaving mascara tracks down your puffy cheeks. “Le’me go you fucking perv’” you cried, you didn’t understand why he was doing this, you barely even remembered the car ride. “Don’ act like you don’t like it” He spit, nails digging into the soft skin of your wrists. “Walking around like this…” one of his hands took both of yours while the other trailed its way down your neck and chest. “Don’ act like this isn’t exactly what’ya want. A good mean hard fuck to put ya sleep”. 

His breath trembled when he pulled the neckline of your dress and your tits bounced out. For a second he only gawked down at you, now that is a good pair of tits. You were nothing like the occasional hookup he indulged in, more like the girls he jerked off to every night, eyes widening impossibly more when his hand reached up to cup one and a pathetic whimper spilled from your plush lips. “Fuckin’ perfect.” He breathed, as you thrashed under him, squealing when he pinched your nipple painfully. “Please don’t hurt me, please I'm sorry! Do you want money? I’ll do anything” you begged frantically, watching in horror as he dipped down to take your nipple into his mouth, feeling the vibrations of the low groan he let out when his eyes rolled back and he gave a hard suck. 

You sobbed, turning your head to avoid the terrible yet erotic sight. You wished you could turn off your senses entirely, trying to ignore his high-pitched whines and grinding on your hip. Neil was in heaven, he could suck on your tits forever but after a couple minutes decided that he wanted to put them to good use instead . Ignoring your cries and pleading, he crawled back up your body, sitting on your chest so that his crotch was resting in the valley of your breasts. “-what are you doing?” You mumbled, lip trembling as the sound of a zipper by your face had your eyes dropping from his cold grin to his zipper. 

“What do you think stupid girl?” He snickered, “do I have to go step by step with you for everything?” Rolling his eyes, he hissed when the cold air hit his dick, it was painfully hard and the heat of it was uncomfortable when it slapped down on your chest. “You’re gonna get my dick nice and wet and then i’m going to fuck these fat tits” 

Immediately, you began to shake your head, newfound strength pushing you to create distance. However, the alcohol running through your veins weighed you down more than he did, and a sharp slap to your cheek made your head jerk to the side, making you see stars.". Neil’s big hand gripped your jaw, turning your face to meet his. He was inches away from you, and your breaths intermingled as your eyes regained focus." He was so slanky, you thought, you never imagined a guy like him had this in him. Or maybe you just never noticed, living in the perfect bubble curated for you your whole life. Such pretty eyes, plump lips, warm brown curls tucked behind his ears in an awkward cut and a Super Mario T-shirt… you almost giggled out loud when your foggy brain concluded he kind of looked like a girl. 

“Who are you? Why’re you doing this?” You slurred, feeling his lips ghost over yours. “I’m just your uber driver and I'm getting my payment for getting you home safe” He mocked, connecting his mouth to yours in a bruising kiss. You froze, until a warning squeeze around your neck had you trying to match his rhythm. He was eager, sloppy, all too difficult to keep up with. Eventually, you just let your lips part for a wet open mouthed kiss. Your tongue gliding along his, his heavy groans filling the space between sticky smacks and the dirtiness of it all made your cheeks heat up. 

He pulled away, both of you catching your breaths, lips slick and puffy. Neil moved to mouth at your neck, licking a long stripe up to your ear and though the tears never stopped, you felt a familiar pulse between your thighs. It made you feel disgusting, how could you enjoy something so awful? You almost wished it was painful, or inexperienced or even just for him to be ugly! but a hard suck on a little sweet spot pulled a squeal from you. “I hate sluts like you” he murmured, straightening up and adjusting so that his cock sat on your cheek, slapping it against your lips. “Open up”. Shaking your head, you begged “please-” and Neil took the opportunity to push past your parted lips. “No teeth or I’ll ream your little ass, you hear me?” He threatened, though it comes out stuttered when he looks down and gets a good look at your messy face.

You immediately start to panic but the small rational part of your brain urges you to force it down. You’ve done this countless times, taken much bigger, and so you relax your throat and let the head of his dick slide in.

“Fuck!” his hands fling to either side of your head, grabbing fistfuls of your hair as his whole length disappears down your throat. For a second, he has to shut his eyes, breathing heavy so as to not cum too soon and spoil the fun. He’s so deep, position leaving no room to actually pound so he settles for humping your face tight, throat glucking with every movement. “Look s’ pretty like this” He pants, staring down at you, giving you a small slap when you try to close your eyes. It was torture, having to keep eye contact with him, watching his features contort from the pleasure he was taking from your body. 

When he was satisfied he jerked back, a thick glob of drool connecting your tongue to the tip of his dick before he scooped it up and moved back down to your tits. He positioned himself between them, grabbing one in each hand and pushing them together to engulf him before he began thrusting. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, stick your fucking tongue out and look at m- yeah thats it, good- FUCK” Neil could barely get his thoughts in order, here you were, a girl so desperately out of his league his entire life, at his mercy. 

You had stopped crying, body limp in a trance while you waited for it to end. He would cum and leave and you would shower and go to bed and tomorrow would be a new day. “Oh my god you’re gonna make m’cum bitch” He warned, panting with each thrust, until his hips stilled with a long whine and you felt hot spurts of cum paint your chest, trailing down your collar bones and landing on your tongue and cheek. 

It was over, a wave of relief running over you. He got what he wanted.

..Maybe it was your fault for showing your relief so openly but when Neil’s breath finally settled and you noticed that his cock wasn’t softening, his cruel laugh sent chills down your spine.

 “You didn’t think  I was done did you? We haven't even made it to the bed yet”.

[ravencincaide]

A Hidden Skill 

Summary: “ You? You are going to cut my hair Dazai?” you questioned him in disbelief. Dazai in turn pattered the back of the chair, a silent motion for you to sit down. “ Are you for real?”  OR the time Dazai decides to attempt to cut your hair. The only question was if he did that as part of a reward or a punishment for your earlier actions… 

Pairing: Fem! Reader x Dazai Osamu. 

Inspired by Sweetober prompt 22: Washing hair

Warnings: Cursing, fluff and light sweetness, 

“ Ah my sweet belladonna, my lovely darling. How cruel of you to so openly replace me with another. You’re twisting my heart right in my chest. Ahh; ahh; ahh how am I to ever get over this cruel–” 

“ What the hell are you talking about?” you fixed Dazai with a questioning gaze as you tore your eyes away from your phone, and the social media that had kept you occupied. Instead of the wonderful world catered to your mood, you were forced to deal with your clingy partners theatrical antics.

 Dazai’s hand was on his heart, body leaned against the edge of the couch on the other side of you while he faked the expression of being shot or in the very least in immense heartache. As you raised a questioning eyebrow at him, Dazai let a pained moan as if the very action of uttering his grievances brought him physical pain. And maybe it did; it was no secret that the great Osamu Dazai and vulnerability were not the best of friends. This was like his own version of torture, however you were not about to make it easier for him. The man had to grow up one day. “ Surely you cannot be this oblivious belladonna; the last hours you’ve been staring at that phone of yours. That donna has stolen your heart from me-” 

“ It’s been fifteen minutes Dazai” You watched him sigh, as if you were completely missing his point before he dropped beside you on the couch. His eyes never left yours as he awkwardly readjusted his body in the small space, slanky legs halfway off the couch, his torso squeezed between you and the back of it. Then, as if determined to make himself as uncomfortable as possible, he twisted his body more and threw his arms around your waist. Head buried into your shoulder with an attention-seeking whine. 

But the tightness of the arms around you gave you a brief hint at his insecurity. The ever growing concern of having you ripped away from him; willingly or unwillingly. The possible heartache if you were to replace him with someone else; someone that was not him.

 Stable, safe. 

In defeat you dropped one hand down and you grasped his long fingers in yours in a small act to reassure his demons. Instantly he shifted his hold so he could brush his thumb against the back of your wrist. The touch made shivers run up and down your skin. Another kiss on your shoulder and you knew he had you where he wanted you. 

“ It’s not the girl” you answered his earlier question with a slight sigh as you picked up your phone and unlocked it, showing him the picture of the young and very attractive woman you had been staring at. The one that started this overly clingy dramatic reaction from your already clingy boyfriend. 

“ Hmm belladonna?” he urged you on with another kiss, this one on the base of your neck. Clearly eager to hear what about this stunning creature had caught your entire attention. 

“ It’s not the girl” you repeated slowly as you gripped his fingers a little tighter, while you picked your next words with utmost care. “ It’s her haircut. She has this gorgeous layered wolf cut over the entire length which is rounded at the end and its a little bit tinted and I don’t know. It’s so pretty but will it suit me? And–” you cut yourself off as Dazai raised his head off your shoulder and looked at you with the most mischievous grin you had seen in a long time. The grin that you knew meant he was up to something; the one that made your stomach do flip flops. 

“ Well Bella there’s only one way to find out” he stated before he got off the couch with surprising speed and pulled you up with him. He grabbed a chair on his way as he dragged you both to the large bathroom before he motioned for you to sit down on said chair. At the same time he pulled out scissors, brushes and a towel from a stand. When you made no attempt to move closer, he fixed you with a wide smile as he motioned towards the chair once more “ Well my Bella?” 

“ You? You are going to cut my hair Dazai?” you questioned him in disbelief. Dazai in turn pattered the back of the chair, a silent motion for you to sit down. “ Are you for real?” 

“ I’ve done it plenty of times, my own hair included” Dazai reassured you. You raised your eyebrow at that as you finally surrendered and took a seat. It was only hair, and it would grow out in a year or so- right? Almost instantly Dazai leaned your head back and under the running faucet. A few moments later you felt his bare fingertips brush shampoo through your strands, then massage your skull. To say the touch was heavenly was an understatement. 

“ hmmm you’ve done this before” you moan as he shifts his focus to the back of your neck. Slowly he massaged away the tension you did not know you carried. Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull, forgetting all about your previous hesitation. The sweet oblivion lasted until he washed out the shampoo and began to detangle your hair.  His fingertips ever so often brushed against your skin sending goosebumps and shivers up and down your skin. 

Playful tease. 

“Dazai you do know you’ll be sleeping on the couch if you butch my hair?” your threatened. Instead of taking you seriously he chuckled and brushed his fingers more roughly through your damp strands. It was so obvious that he was not taking you seriously; but whether it was cocky confidence or blissful ignorance was another question entirely. “ I’m serious Dazai” 

“ Don’t worry; if that happens we’ll just throw some orange into it and you and Chibi can match” His singsong voice made your eyes widen in realization before you spun around in the chair to face him. 

“ Wait? You’re the reason Chuuya’s hair is a half-chopped mess?!” 

“ Now, now Bella, you need to sit still. It was close that I clipped off too much” Dazai teased as he spun you back around. “ What do you say about this lengths?” Before you could answer he made the cut just below the line he had marked with the comb. 

“ Dazai!

Author note: .. nothing to say but that it's only 8 prompts left before sweetober is finally over. Can't wait :)

[phramboise]

— heart's blood in ink :: lieutenantjohnpricexfemale reader

you’re half of the flesh, and blood makes him feel whole

tags and warnings: minors please do not interest, angst, very detailed substance use, addiction, strong language, blood, illusions of smut, descriptions of a physically weak reader.

wordcount: 1.1k

…

“Do you mind?”

“Of course I do.”

“Fuck off then.”

Says her, pulling out the little clear zip lock out the cardholder of her wallet, turning it inside out, rubbing the empty contents pooled around the corners along her runny nostrils, and following behind him as the package slips off her hand, onto the floor.

That’s expected, and him knowing she will follow behind, his steps are slower than usual for her to catch up, looking askance at her slanky arm around his much larger one, and sighs as he wraps that arm around her shoulder, pulling her side towards his until they meet.

“Getting worse?”

Her humming yes, he breathes in her perfume as she stuffs her wallet back in her bag. He takes it off her arm to carry it himself.

Tightening his hold on her, he turns them both back over the street where they came from.

“I’ll get you a spray.”

No answer. Only a slight squeeze on his hand which holds her shoulder, walks alongside of him.

…

Never once he asks her why she snorts, or tells her to quit it, but sometimes, most times, as she cathces him siphoning the bags, and even as she undoubtedly dives her hand in the toilet to grab the pearl dust back and fails, they argue about it. Never tells her to quit it, but always telling her some way. Fuck off then! she shouts, but just like her lover, she also means things which she speaks not about.

Burnt and wet, her stillettos clack against the pebble sidewalk as a few homeless burn things to warm up in the distance. Street lights work every other day in this part of Liverpool, and there’s rust to breathe when there’s no oxygen. Perfect excuse for her. It’s this city that clogs her nasal vessels, this place is just not her lucky city. But even in summer, and even when people don’t burn synthetics, her nose is always runny.

How come you’re the only one who’s sick each season then? You’re just making that up.

Slowly pushing open the door of her maisonette, -her maisonette that he pays the rent for- her borzoi inside still sleeps soundly on her only couch. She slips out the leather jacket of his, and it falls on the dusty floor with a clanking sound of its zipper, and he makes no effort to hang it either, follows her dainty steps towards the kitchen, placing a few dabs on the sleek fur of the dog, on his way.

“Let’s see if that’s any better.”

It’s not the cold that gets your nose running.. “Here, let me…”

He leans over her to get equal on her height, but then smiles, his strong grip puts her on the kitchen table with both hands on her sides, sitting on the chair himself to look up at her face. Delicate feet land on the cushion of his chair, between his thighs as he spreads them, sliding further on his seat until her cool skin teases the stitch of his trousers. They both grin like idiots— that is, until their gaze breaks with her coughing, which makes him slide the thin pipe of the spray up her nose, spraying it through her nostrils as she holds her breath, feeling his other hand on her thigh. She rubs her nose, and he hates that such simple gest reminds him of something much more distasteful, for he always sees her do it.

It’s one of those days, where he once more realises of her frailty. The spray is halfway dripping out her nose as she wipes it away, but that’s not all, it’s not only a clear liquid that stains her hand, it’s more than that, it trails down her palm, wraps around her fingers in rivulets. Still looking at him -and because it’s not very rare now-, she does not notice her nose bleeding. His little smile dies on his face, and the chair creaks as he harshly pulls back, not in anger but in ruin, defeat. She looks down at her fingers, not even able to smell the copper, and they both know the reason of her weak sense of smell is not her “cold”.

Pinching does not help with her case, it makes it worse, for her vessels are already swollen with cocaine, pressing only hurts, makes blood gush out stronger. She only breathes in the blood, and coughs the rest on the napkin he hands her, staining the rough paper. She avoids his weary gaze as he leans back on his chair, tilting his head back up the ceiling until her troubled face exits his peripheral.

What would get her to understand? Would one day if he were to flush down all her little bags, leaving only catharsis to her get her to understand? If he were to pull out her wig, tell her somehow that even when the lights are low, she wears sunglasses for her eyes are sensitive and it pains him to not see her pupils, even when they’re dilated all black in rush, cocaine eyes, would she finally quit if he were to tell her it feels like hugging a skeleton holding her?

Do you think I want this to happen?!

She’d freeze all over, and her nose would bleed again as blood rushes to her face, crying, and some more hair would fall as she would throw her wig to some distant corner of the room. She’d cry more for that.

And as he gives her a soothing hug, why do you make me cry if you’ll hug me in the end? Fuck off, she’d say, and rub her bloody chin on his shirt. They’d make love and wake up to the next same day.

He does not ask her to quit, and she does not wait for such offer.

He rises from his seat, walking towards the little balcony, waking the dog deliberately to fill the displeasing silence. For it to run and defeat the ghosts around. It simply lays by the couch.

Night goes on so very slow, and his uncomfortable silence gets interrupted as she walks in the balcony, leaning against her arms over the railings, looking down before turning back to him.

Full moon, he’d watch her as she snakes her arms behind his neck, kissing his cheeks sorry, and he’d tilt his head for their lips to meet, she’d feel his tongue in her mouth, and his taste would suppress the ting of blood mixed with mouthwash she uses religiously. For him to not taste it too. She’d shed tears as they kiss, and he would catch them between his lips. He’d imagine her undressing, taking off his clothes later, slipping into the bed with him. An indolent sigh. She’d imagine his heat entering each nook. She’d cry, and he’d kiss each cranny where only the sun kissed. All day he’d think of her.

She’d promise to quit later in the night, as the effect wears off, but she’d always need another reminder of it’s highs, another sniff. She’d take pills to fall asleep and he’d smoke the cigars she bought for him, saying it looks better than cigarettes, I smoke them for the looks. They’d exchange the smokes between their welcoming lips, sealing it with a kiss. She’d steal it off his hand, smoking the rest as she’d sing him to sleep, some low blues. He’d let her.

They even have a sick bet between them; who’d die first? He says it’s himself to not upset her, and she says it’s him for there’s no way she’d die before a man who goes battling -and to not accept the inevitable-.

No one wins this bet.

If he were to see himself down the street one day, he would have a many few words with him. Having no lessons of what had befallen on you, isn’t it already enough to try running when this last love hasn’t died yet? Isn’t it enough ruin already? Do you not think? Do you think you can ever forget about her?

If he were to see her walking down the street on another day, he would tear the face of death after her, spinning. She would laugh at him, and walk away, away and far from him. He would follow behind.

…

If he were to ask her though, she does it because she’s done with this world, and she cannot carry him along to the world she’s running to. This fire ain’t worth accepting with open arms, thus she’d given up from this world, she’s done with it. But she’s leaving him behind, and that kills her faster than this white crap. Her only prayer would be him never dreaming of her after, she wouldn’t mind if he were to forget about her. In the lowest deep of a lower deep, the hell she suffers feels like heaven, and that’s what she would tell him if he were to ever ask.

…

Now laying under this lady with similar features she had but somehow looks a whole lot of different, he’d imagine it’s her who he just made out with, and as the lady asks so politely with her sultry voice, can I take a puff?, he’d tell her to sleep.

read part II, gold dust woman

[bigmack2go]

Oddly specific ship dynamics that i’m a slut for

Blond curly with glasses x ginger idiot asshole x big buff black haired +point if the ginger is Portuguese or canadian double bonus point if one of them is rly smart (PBJ, Spralbert, queshio, rarrmione)

Small slanky bf ™️ x big buff gf ™️ (ikeshot, percabeth, Mommy(who tf came up with this shipname??) jarlos)

Bullied x best friend of the bully and he tries to make it stop (rotxorro, pansmione,prusty)

Adhd discalculiac x authistic & dyslexic or the otherway around (wesper, c!beeduo)

Buff dwarf x tall slanky giant +points if the dwarf is a bottom (c!bee duo, space (javey))

Popular x depressed +points if the one of them is “the straightest person i have ever met” and the other is an activist (wilmon, jonason, avatrice, jegulus)

Looks like a bottom, is a top x looks like a top, is a bottom (blush, wolfstar)

Grumpy DID alter x not so sunshine but definitely not unhappy, but still traumatised and also has Big Brother Syndrom (quarrin, marshal, peffrey)

[lovefuckandshit]

hanky panky danky slanky

[endy-merimo]

you know where owen was also one step ahead?

i think this little slanky mf prepared his whole speech after he shows himself in owen's revealing.

he knew how curt will probably react, he might did not know how will tatiana act, but he knew what he had to mention and what references tati will get and in conclusion go to the right direction of dialoge.

he knew how to give them the information and not make it look too obvious.

i will fucking squish him in my hands, this man-

[goronska]

My OCs - Bashir

At first, he was meant like a one-off character, but he somehow got involved in stuff.

Here's his first picrew (it was done in a hurry, he should have darker, olive-brown skin and black eyes, more accurate depiction in the end):

Bashir "Banshee" Levi [early 20s, he/him, heterosexual, Turkmenian]

Bashir was born in Turkmenistan, as an only child to his parents. He was raised a Muslim, and his dad always praised him on his ability to read and cite Quran. Till this day, his accent is very thick and melodic.

He grew as a slanky, disobedient child, rather defiant, but not in a harmful way, his mischevious streak is that of a jester and prankster. As a teen he told his parents that after much deliberation, he does not believe in Allah and this is where his dad lost it. Mr Levi blamed his wife for all this and started abusing his family economically, not giving them any money, not allowing his wife to leave the house without a man anymore, portioning the food. When that didn't help, he started threatening to kill his infidel son. Soon after Mrs Levi made a desperate decision to take just some clothing and the little money she had, and fled the country, heading to Vermillion, where she hoped nobody would be able to find them.

Bashir was finally safe, but soon it turned out, Mrs Levi did not speak English or any other international language well enough and to ensure their survival, she started stealing food and necessities. Caught, both she and Bashir were found guilty and were separated to serve the sentence as slaves. Bashir was not told how long this sentence actually will last.

Now a young man, he is still defiant, rebelious and owned by one of the Council members, Lady Shiroi. This inconspicuous, plump woman is known for having many a slave, and as it turns out later, some of them are illegally mistreated. Nevertheless, Bashir is lucky. He lives in a luxiourous house, is now well-fed and dressed elegantly. He learns to tolerate the black choker-collar to emerge stronge at the other end of this ordeal and help his mum as a grown man.

But his plans for the future change, when in a restaurant he works (not for his own money, all of his salary goes directly to Lady Shiroi), he meets an even more rebellious punk rock girl, an angel actually, named Maddison. His devious grin and black eyes goes straight to her, and soon, the duo will be breaking all rules they can, so before she gets back home to Heaven, Banshee scores an angel, falls madly in love, loses his job and is under house arrest.

As soon she is back, she comes up with a masterplan, which they are crazy enough to enact. While doing an undercover mission for the Council, they decide to flip everyone a bird and just leave this place behind. After a long flight with some stops, Bashir is met with a snarky owner of the Monegasque nightclub Hell, named Stanley. The youngsters just don't yet how much trouble this will cause back in Vermillion…

[aeroscreations]

Slanky 〰️🖤

[flavdia05]

FD2 Homework Slanky figures and Proportions

[rillils]

HELP BABES COULD NOT SWAY THOSE SLANKY LITTLE HIPS INSIDE THAT BLACK KNIGHT ARMOUR

#crowleysslutwalk

lololol I know right, that was so unfair to poor Crowley boy 😂 But never fear babe, he'll get plenty more chances to show off his majestic swaying hips in the future! Nothing can stop Crowley's Epic Strut of Doom 💕✨💫💖✨💫💕✨💫💖✨💫💕

[nicklevamp]

We’re the normal-people in here, hi.

- slanky

[bigmack2go]

Big Buff girlfriend Hotshot and Smol Slanky bf Ike ™️

has my heart

[fledermaus-mainblog]

🦇 <- guy who is sleepy and cranky at the same time (slanky)