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[valentine-cafe]

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⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ shao lisheng 9948e x fem!reader ꒱ after a long day of spoiling you for your birthday, liseng decides to give you one final gift

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˖ ࣪ ଓ 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒔◞ this is for my darling @kiatheinsomniac 's birthday! happy birthday love, hope you enjoy<3

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“Long day, huh?” 

A chuckle leaves the kitsune, dark tails swishing in delight as you fall atop his lap and wrap your arms around his neck. Whining and nuzzling into his shoulder while his clawed hand comes up to cup the back of your head. A long day indeed, one of fun and spoils all thanks to your lover. 

Red nails trace along your back in an affectionate manner, brushing a variety of patterns as he eases your limp form. “Awww, poor, poor girl,” he tuts in that honeyed tone of his. One of his fluffy tails curls around your waist to hoist you closer and allows you to breathe in his floral perfumes. As sweet as his voice, well, apart from the undertone your ears, prone to all his trickery, were picking up on. 

Yet for the moment you decide to push those thoughts away and instead enjoy the warm embrace of your yokai boyfriend. He has always been quite the snuggler — and after a long day of walking and surprises, it was all that you needed. 

“Hmm,”

His hum leaves your brow arching, but just before you could even so much as question him — the kiss to your ear and the whisper that follows answers all of your questions.

“How about one more surprise?” 

                               

  . ˚◞♡ ◞ ₊˚

It seems that the spoils had yet to come to an end, for as Lisheng claimed — you still had until midnight before your birthday was over. Oh, and he intended to use those last remaining hours to his fullest advantage in the giving of his final gift. One that brought a series of whimpers and spluttered moans from your parted mouth. Lips now smudged with the lipstick he had bought you earlier as he presses hungry kiss after kiss. Swallowing your moans just as your tight cunt swallows his pounding cock. 

“Mmn, that’s it — that’s it pretty girl,” those red nails flush your skin as he grips your jaw, forcing you to face him as he continues to bounce you within his lap. He had not even bothered undressing you out of the outfit he gifted you; all he did was hoist your underwear to the side and delve right in. 

“Taking my cock so well - fuck - look at that mess. . . ”

Amber eyes flutter down to the puddle between your legs, to the way your skirt hikes and clings onto your moist flesh. A clawed hand lands a firm spank to your partially exposed thigh, before squeezing it and holding you in place. All so he can fuck up into your quivering, squirting heat whilst you could barely thrash against him. 

“Making such a mess all over the clothes I got you huh? Look at that, mngh. . . only care about cumming around my cock yeah? Yeah? Oh I know sweetheart, I knoowww,” Lisheng’s drawl drips with all that same honey as his hold on your jaw forces your gaze down to the onslaught between his legs. To the ring of cream around the base of his cock as you squeeze and take him in like you always do. “See that? See how she takes me? Hah. . . birthday girl’s still such a slut f’me.”

His typical clear words and poetic tongue are nowhere in sight. All that spews from his red lips are slews of filth, degradation and praise becoming one as he bounces you along his pulsing cock. Wet slapping mixing with your pathetic pleas and his slurred voice muffled by his kisses to your neck. He has long since painted your skin in bite marks, ones that he runs his long tongue over and delights when you whine at him. 

In response, Lisheng grips onto your hair and yanks it back, free hand running behind to spank your ass and press your cunt fully onto him. Forcing you to take all of him and enhance your high-pitched whines. “L-Li —” you try to plea amongst your spluttered cries and noises. Lashes wet with tears that drip down your face and ruin your makeup. Yet all the kitsune does is lean in, lap at the moisture and hold your head firm. 

“Words, my pretty slut.” 

A particularly harsh thrust is angled to that one spot that makes your back arch and toes curl. “Mm. . . Use your words. Come on.” Wet kisses trail up your neck before sharp teeth nip at your flushed earlobe. “Or am I gonna have to fuck you ‘till you cannot even use your voice? Hmm? Oh I-I’m sure you’d love that.” His grunt turns into a few more as he abandons his hand on your head to instead grip at your waist with both. Nails digging in just as yours rakes down his shoulders. He clings to your soft flesh with a great amount of strength as he moves your body in time with his thrusts and tempered grinds. Creating an oh so intense series of motions that has your head spinning and eyes rolling back. 

“B-Baby - please hngh,” you sob, limping over him. “C-Can’t — I-I can’t it’s. . . s’too much,” you manage to squeal amongst his onslaught of rough-fucking. 

“I know sweetheart, I know,” another grunt as he buries his face into the crook of your neck. Lips pressed into your skin to muffle his own whimpers and loud moans. “One more okay? J-Just wanna feel this perfect cunt cum around me one more time.” His pants fan your flesh and he focuses his thrusts into one spot, limping your body from the tidal waves of pleasure and overstimulation crashing upon you. 

You squeeze around him — drawing his hiss into the air as you cling onto him for dear life. Eyes fluttering, breaths bated as you whine, gasp, whimper his name out. All as you are brought higher - and higher — until the final slam of the head of his cock against your sweet spot leaves you reeling, squirming,

“L-Lisheng - Lisheng! B-Baby ah - anghh,”

and sobbing his name out as you squirt around him for the fourth time that night. 

It is only then that his movements slow. Easing into a gentle grind of hips as he rides out your orgasm and cradles your twitching body riddled with overstimulation. All until his motions come to a complete standstill and he strokes a gentle hand along your face. Catching his breath from his own load that he had shot into you, that squeezes past his length still buried deep and dribbles into the puddle upon the sheets. 

“That’s it, thaatt’s itt. . . good girl.” Lisheng’s croon comes with a deep lull in your ear as he slowly slides out of you, shuddering at the loss of warmth — yet chuckling at your desperate little whine. “That a whine I hear? What happened to ‘ah, ahh Lisheng baby it’s too much’?” 

Your light smack to his chest vibrates another chuckle from it as he hoists you nearer and presses a few affectionate kisses along your face. Fluffy tails wrap around you, just as his strong arms do when he lifts you up into his hold and cradles you to the bathroom for an extended session of warm baths and body rubs. All while whispering sweet nothings and nuzzling into the side of your face. 

“My pretty, pretty birthday girl. I do hope you enjoyed your special day.”

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[themoondkid]

Short n' Sweet by Sabrina Carpenter ღ

Oh so it's a smash...

Opening line - "I leave quite an impression?" Yes Sabrinoorie, you absolutely do!

Talking about lyrics, I love her writing style, the wordplay, some of the lyrics make me gag and giggle, they're so unhinged, but honest, which I LOVE.

Here are some of my first thoughts for each song that I wrote down:

Taste - This is so chefs kiss. Such a good opener! AHH I'm so hyped!!

Please please please - My favourite single, it's fun to sing, the lyrics are a lol, I love her cheekiness, the opening and floating synths are addicting

Good graces - A R&brina?!! Yep, it is and it is a bop. The guitar line is special. Love the repeating I won't gaf about you. This song should and will stay in my good graces.

Sharpest tool - It's a good song, I was definitely vibing, don't know how I feel about the vocal effect, feels quite unsettling, but hey, maybe I don't get the vision, I like the lyrics though

Coincidence - Woah, the guitar goes crazy. I can totally imagine Sabrina and her team in the studio, having a music sesh talking about this dummy, 'cause this bridge said whaaaattt. i feel so bad for her

Bed chem - First 10 secs I'm already shivering, reminded me of some 90s song. SABRINA! The flow, the beat, the runs, the humour, the horny AHJVBAEVB You obssesed? I'M obssesed!

Espresso - Now get up, THE song of the summer (might be record of the year...)

Dumb & poetic - these lyrics WOW, so deep and direct

Slim pickins - We getting country! It's a country diss track!! She silly goofy so funny

Juno - Wait I'm up again! I was vibing so hard, but omg the lyrics... Guys, do you think she's horny?

Lie to girls - Might be a grower for me, but yeah it hurts and damn this outro!

Don't smile - Aghh the instrumentals, "cry bcs it's over" oh absolutely, the best way to end the album wow, amazing closer.

[thebloodychampion]

⊕ your favourite da:o sidequest ✾ your favourite da:o main quest ❆ your favourite da:o personal quest ❤ your favourite da:o companion ♛ your favourite da:o minor character ➸ your favourite da:o location웃 your favourite da:o banter

◉ your favourite da2 sidequest ❀ your favourite da2 main quest ❅ your favourite da2 personal quest ❥ your favourite da2 companion ♟ your favourite da2 minor character ➽ your favourite da2 location 유 your favourite da2 banter

◎ your favourite da:i sidequest ❁ your favourite da:i main quest ❄ your favourite da:i personal quest ♡ your favourite da:i companion ♝ your favourite da:i minor character ➴ your favourite da:i location ღ your favourite da:i banter

⋆ your favourite DLC

Long stuff under read more

Favourite DA:O Side quest?

"Something Wicked" (it is the only side quest I remember really.)

Favourite DA:O Main Quest?

"Broken Tower" (I do like it and even the Fade part, compared to Redcliffe, the Deep Roads or the Dalish)

Favourite Personal Quest?

"A Golem's Memory" (more a DLC Quest but I love Shale's Personal quest)

Favourite DA:Companion?

Zevran (no explanation needed)

Favourite DA:O Minor Character?

Bann Teagan (the Inquistion Version is his evil twin, I refuse to acknowledge that this man is Teagan)

Favourite DA:O Location?

Denerim

Favourite DA:O Banter?

Zevran: So, err...is it Lord Loghain?

Loghain: I am no longer a teyrn, nor even a knight. Address me without a title, as you would any other Grey Warden.

Zevran: So just Loghain, then.

Loghain: Correct. What's on your mind?

Zevran: You know who I am, yes? I was one of the Crows you hired to kill the Grey Wardens.

Loghain: I thought you looked familiar.

Zevran: Well, I just wanted to report that I failed my mission, Loghain.

Loghain: You don't say.

Zevran: I'm terribly broken up over it.

Loghain: Hmm. Well thank you kindly for informing me.

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Favourite DA2 side quest?

Night Terrors (i know everyone betrays you to a degree aside Anders)

Favourite DA2 Main quest?

Demands of the Qun ( Just love it but being called Basalit An by the Arishok is just perfect)

Favourite DA2 Personal Quest?

No Rest For The Wicked (Isabel's Personal quest in Act3)

Favourite DA2 Companion

Anders

Favourite DA2 minor character?

The Arishok

Favourite DA2 Location?

Don't really have one

Favourite DA2 Banter?

Anders: Boiling in oil.

Varric: Too prosaic. Trapped in a cave with hungry bears, right at the spring thaw.

Anders: That lets him off too easy. Dipped in molten gold and left as a statue in the Viscount's Keep.

Varric: Ooh. That's poetic!

Hawke: What are you two talking about?

Varric: What to do to Bartrand when I find him.

Anders: Any suggestions?

Favourite DA:I side quest?

Any side quest can't really remember them that much.

Favourite DA:I main quest?

In your heart shall burn ( first of Corypheus and second Cullen's far sighted Vision of seeing Samson on the hill a few miles away)

Favourite DA:I Personal quest?

Last Resort of Good Men

Favourite DA:I companion?

Dorian

Favourite DA:I location?

Western Approach

Favourite DA:I minor character?

Imshael

Favourite DA:I Banter?

Blackwall: Corypheus. One of yours, isn't he?

Dorian: One of mine? Like a pet? Like a giant darkspawn hamster with aspirations of godhood?

Dorian: 'Dorian, why can't you look after your little friends? Corypheus peed on the carpet again!'

Dorian: In this analogy, the carpet is Haven.

Blackwall: Is he or is he not a Tevinter Magister?

Dorian: Meaning 'the source of everything bad and evil in the world'? They are the same, yes?

Blackwall: Certainly feels that way at times

[tenebriism]

He's outside tending to the front of the store when the businessman arrives, watering can at hand as he reaches into thick bushels of flourishing blossoms CLINGING to the storefront. It's not until the other drawers nearer that his attention shifts, sapphires going wide for a fraction of a second with surprise, before they've entirely softened at the sight of the Gaillardia man.

"Good morning, Mister Dragmire." Link greeted warmly, brushing honeyed locks behind an ear before plucking a GOLDEN flower from its place on the roots clinging to the flower shop's wall. That very blossom was then presented to the man in greeting-- a gift from the enamored shopkeeper, to him. "I'm glad you decided to visit me today." //Flower shop AU softness, as promised ღ

Prompted Ask - [ GANONDORF ] ;; @hyaciiintho

         Did he have business here this early morning ? Not OFFICIALLY, but was it not ENCOURAGED for the larger, cooperate empires to help the smaller businesses FLOURISH ? Especially the ones who played such a CRUCIAL part in keeping these renowned, top of the food chain companies afloat.

            --- and, really, after the gorgeous bouquets had served as such eye-catching centerpieces during one of the most IMPORTANT negotiations of the year, it made sense for the cooperate tycoon to show his continued PATRONAGE to the flower shop, right ? Even if, as the sleek, black vehicle pulled up to the curb and Ganondorf stepped out, his smile looked a bit too wide and DOPEY to simply be a product of some lovely flowers.

                        " Oh, good ! You're working today. " He hadn't meant to make the RELIEF in his voice sound so obvious, OR his intentions for being here equally as blatant. Here to support the business, and ONLY the business ?

        S u r e.

              " W-Well, that is not to say you do not deserve a day off. Several, in fact ! I merely meant to imply that you are a trusted go to of mine for . . . floral arrangements, you see, so it is always relieving to see you here. "

          Smooth.

               He could offer NO explanation as to WHY he suddenly felt so SELF-CONSCIOUS, as the epitome of purity came closer ( his hair--- nothing was out of place, right ? No stains on his suit, his cologne not too overpowering ? ) but he couldn't ignore the sudden pounding within his chest as the beautiful blossom, held betwixt fingers that had personally seen to its care and nourishment, is held towards him. "  Please, call me Ganondorf. We needn’t be on some . . . tense, professional name basis. Hah ! “

        Especially after Zelda had all but outed him that day, privacy and secrecy something of a MYTH to her. He supposed her pushiness HAD served as a benefit, in the end . . . after all, the DATE had gone perfectly, and things had been pleasantly smooth sailing since. Now, if only he could work up the courage to ask the shopkeep out on a SECOND date, WITHOUT Zelda needing to be there to chain the two of them together.

                Baby steps . . .

      “  Could you . . . situate that into my hair, please ? So everytime I gaze into the mirror, I am reminded of my sunshiny start to the day ? The blossom may pale in comparison to said sunshine, and said sunshine’s radiance, but without the sun, these flowers cannot flourish;  if not at my side, then a reminder of you will suffice just fine.  “  Cheesy--- he KNOWS his poetic ramblings are cheesy, but he cannot help but try overly hard to get a SMILE out of the gentle, kind man. It had become, and would REMAIN, one of his favorite sights.

[harleytudinous]

Dream on the pier of the world's dream

THE SANDMAN | CHAPTER 2 IMPERFECT HOSTS

I have always been solitary, but here on the nightward shores of dream, loneliness washes over me in waves, lapping and pulling at my spirit. I sprinkle sand into the waters of night. The grains burn as they fall, reminding me of another in times long passed away. - The Sandman: Preludes & Nocturnes "A Hope in Hell"

[simplymurdock]

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ღ — request

ꕥ — smut

☾ — angst

𖤓 — fluff

★ — personal favorite

simon kalivoda ;

Decontamination 𖤓

How many times do I have to tell you two you can't just throw each other around! 𖤓 ★

Favorite Crime ☾ ★

11th doctor ;

Mystery box 𖤓

Her doctor 𖤓 ☾ ღ ★

Alone ☾ 𖤓 ★

So you need a time machine? 𖤓

jj maybank ;

Daddy Issue ☾ 𖤓

Into It 𖤓

fred weasley ;

Falling For Ya 𖤓

dean winchester ;

Garland 𖤓

TASM!peter park ;

The City Lights 𖤓

joel miller;

Late Night Visitor 𖤓

I Find It In A Ironic And Poetic Way 𖤓

* more to be added *

[seraphiism]

HELLOOOO, i’m a really huge fan of your writing! it’s just so poetic and the way it flows is absolutely beautiful <3 could i request ' you'll get what you want. you'll get your oblivion ' ( louise glück ) with childe please? thank you so much and take care!! please make sure to take lots of breaks and drink water!

𓆩 ღ 𓆪 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 & 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏

( you'll get what you want you'll get your oblivion. )

chara : childe fandom : genshin impact quote cr : louise glück a/n : prompt post ( x )

the abyss is a dangerous siren: menacing and alluring, quick to make you succumb to the darkness, to embrace it entirely and allow it to fill you with her secrets and riddle you with a poison that gnaws at your core of existence until only she is left.

tartaglia sees it in his dreams, the being that made him who he is now. how lovely those dreams are, and how he wishes he could go back in time and relive the heightened adrenaline rushes.

but there is a rise and fall to everything, and soon, he will crash and burn. you are waiting patiently for the day to come. you are waiting.

"when the world bows down to you, what will you do, tartaglia?"

he hums a child's lullaby. it is familiar and once brought you to a tender rest, but now, it chills you to the bone, makes you fight the urge to flee from his presence.

he yawns, stretches his arms, and shrugs his shoulders. "i'm not sure yet." a childish grin. so seemingly innocent and full of malice. "we'll see when we get there."

we. you stiffen at the word. he notices.

"and you? what will you do?"

your mouth runs dry; your fingers tremble in the instinct to wield your weapon.

"i won't be there with you."

an expected answer, really. so high and mighty you are, and how the mighty always fall.

"don't worry." you catch a glimpse of bravery, take hold of it and make it your own when you speak up, your voice firm and empty with spite. "you'll get your happy ending."

his grin widens, and the harbinger begins to hum again. he finds utmost pleasure in finding ways to catch you off-guard.

it is a mere question of who will fall first: him, who knows nothing but chaos and bathes in bloodshed, or you, another puppet in this tragic story of gods and delusions.

it will be him, you decide. you will watch at the sidelines and it will hurt, but you will stand and watch and watch until the chaos will destroy him. you are waiting.

you are waiting, and so is he.

[sengenarchives]

do you have any recs for longer sengen fics? the observer effect is the only good one i've seen so far :'(

Hi there! I'll take this as a wake up call for me to organize my bookmarks... but until that happens here are some long fics I recommend off the top of my head:

3,000 Miles by MRI. There are no words to describe it, it's simply beautiful ;-; Gen had no plans when he packed a bag, bought a plane ticket for New York, and ultimately ran away from home in the span of a night, simply functioning off the need to disappear. Needless to say, taking a transcontinental trip across America via train with a science-obsessed stranger was not what he had expected when he decided to abandon his lush lifestyle in Japan. But even then, Gen couldn't help but want to join the eccentric stranger in his journey of chasing the stars. More specifically, he wanted to chase him.

Also before the farewell by chibyeol (minitala) Warning for manga spoilers! On the dawn of April 2, 5747, Asagiri Gen leaves the Kingdom of Science to travel the world. Or so he says. Running away from a broken heart just seemed too poetic for a calculating mentalist. Five years later, Ishigami Senku follows the trail he left behind because he isn't afraid to chase after what he wants. Asagiri Gen could not quite let go of his greatest love, so he writes him letters he will never send instead. Ishigami Senku isn't perfect, trial-and-error is of course the theme of science, but that doesn't mean he won't try to fix his mistakes.

And some fluff/comedy to cut with all this drama: What did you mean?! by EndlessFangirl Warning for manga spoilers! Gen's confused about what Senkuu meant and Senkuu confused about what having a boyfriend means. both too thick-headed to ask.

Of course I also have to mention these, they are not complete yet but update regularly or on schedule and really amazing ♡

Who gave you the right? by chuuyagum The oasis life dangles in front of him is far more tempting than anything this stone world has yet to offer him, more tempting than death, and although Gen isn't certain if it's mirage or miracle, he's too curious to turn down the opportunity. Too selfish not to want to claim it for himself alone. That oasis is none other than Senku Ishigami.

No True North by Shiro_Kabocha Science has rules. Directions. Recipes. Paths that can be followed to secure an assured outcome. But navigating emotions, relationships and sexuality... There is no charted course, no trodden path, no true north. But that doesn't mean there isn't a way forward.

Words Unspoken also by Shiro_Kabocha Warning for manga spoilers! Finding a way across South America would have been treacherous enough without a world-class sniper on the tail of Senku and crew, but who would have thought the greater source of tension was already festering among the group? Gen returned from infiltrating Xeno’s stronghold only to learn that Senku has a brand-new girlfriend and while he wants to be supportive, he also feels a little cheated after putting years and years into softening that scientific exterior. Under such stressful conditions, can Gen keep up the act of a supportive wise general? Or will he give in to petty jealousy? And just what does having a girlfriend mean to Senku, anyway?

I could continue adding to this list because I'm currently reading a lot of brilliant fics but let's start with these (ヾ;￣▽￣)ヾ Hope you enjoy them as much as I did/do! (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)

[south-park-meta]

❤Style

❤: who is more affectionate in public? in private?

Kyle in public, Stan in private. I think Stan in general is more likely to be emotionally forthcoming in private while Kyle is more likely to wear his heart on his sleeve publicly.

♡: who is the bigger romantic openly? secretly? Both are pretty romantic in different ways

❥: who is more likely to plan something big for valentine’s day? I think their Valentine's would be more the nice-dinner-out-and-then-relax-at-home type rather than anything too fancy. Stan early on but he chills out on it later.

ღ: who is more likely to initiate hand-holding in public? Both. If the hand's there to hold they're going to hold it tbh. I don't think they're especially PDA-heavy, but they do hold hands or wrap an arm around the other's waist a lot. I think Stan in particular also has a habit of grabbing Kyle's hand and starting to lead him places when he gets a cause going that makes him have to go somewhere.

💕: who is more likely to make huge declarations of love in front of other people? Probably Stan but only to the end I don't think either is prone to it. Mostly I think if they're having problems Stan's more likely to do a dramatic 80's movie grand gesture and Kyle will get pissed about it being emotionally manipulative to be done in front of people, so it won't work and they'll end up fighting a little while longer until Stan comes back and they have an actual private conversation.

💘: who developed a crush on the other first? I think they've lowkey been in love forever but who realizes it for the crush it is, probably Stan.

💝: who spends more time (possibly overthinking) what presents to get the other? Kyle, but I think he'd only start after they hit a point where Stan gives him a gift first and he doesn't get one back because they're still in early/undefined stages of their relationship. It wouldn't even be anything big and Stan wouldn't think much of it but it'd make Kyle overly dedicated to getting the 'right' thing the next time around. Like if they got together late in January and Valentine's rolled around, Stan would buy a gift and Kyle wouldn't do NOTHING but would do something like, write a very thoughtful Valentine's day card that's much more poetic than Stan's, but he'd still feel like he short-changed things. Next gift-giving, Kyle would think about it a lot, narrow it down to a genre of item (sports, music, etc), then narrow it down to a specific item, then narrow it down to the brand, etc. He'd stress way more than it deserves because Stan's pretty stoked at Kyle just spending the day with him.

💓: who initiates most physical contact? I think this ebbs and flows but mostly centers around Stan. No matter what they do touch often in one way or another, even if it's like a hand on a shoulder. I think if Stan's generally happy and in a good mood he's touchier and if he's in a bad mood he's physically distant but not always averse to physical contact, it's just that he doesn't initiate it or really reciprocate it, which sometimes leads to Kyle feeling insecure and like Stan's done with the relationship but doesn't want to hurt him. Otherwise they're about even.

💌: who is more likely to send cutesy texts to the other? Stan

💟: who spends time reading their zodiac compatibilities? Kyle.

💙: who is more protective? Stan. I think both of them can be protective but Kyle tends to think neither of them 'needs' protecting.

💚: who tends to get sick more often? who is better at taking care of the other? Kyle gets sick more often, though I think he doesn't get sick nearly as frequently when he's an adult. Both are pretty good at care-taking when it comes to physical ailments. Stan's better at care-taking when it comes to emotional/invisible ailments.

💜: who said “i love you” first? or, if neither has said it yet, who is more likely to say it first? Could go either way, but probably Stan. But by the time he says it they both already know and they've probably felt like they're in love before they even started dating and just avoided saying it to keep from seeming too intense.

💛: who believes in soulmates? Both. They're more skeptical when it comes to other people but ten-thousand percent believe THEY'RE soulmates.

[chuhyas]

just soukoku shameless fluff headcanons/things (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)

•  fixing each other’s collars/neckties

•  waltzing to Nocturne op. 9, no. 2 in E-flat major

•   Dazai playing Nocturne op. 9, no. 2 in E-flat major and Chuuya sitting beside him, head on his shoulder, glass panels slightly ajar as the spring breeze wafts inside the music hall. Everything is right in the world  –  their world. They are calm and relaxed and content

• Dazai staring into Chuuya’s eyes, making Chuuya feel a little bit conscious, a little bit embarrassed, a little bit annoyed because Dazai is staring at him so intently like he’s looking into his soul, and effectively makes Chuuya blush in every shade of red on the colour spectrum

•  then Dazai being (trying to be) poetic and tells Chuuya that he reminds him of a sunset by the ocean because his hair is as fierce and bright as the red of the sun and his eyes so blue it shames the sky and the sea

“what the hell, shitty Dazai…”

“they’re beautiful, y’know?”

“shut up.”

“make me 〜”

a fist on Dazai’s collar and a pair of lips on his’

“could you have been any more cliché?”

“did you want me to punch you instead?”

“hm. I think I prefer kissing.”

“me too.”

• loud kissing. Lips gliding over each other, slick smacking echoing throughout the empty vicinity

• Chuuya taking his gloves off so he can feel Dazai’s hair against his fingers

• Dazai loving the feel of Chuuya’s bare hands on his hair

• Dazai playing with/combing through the longer strands of Chuuya’s hair when they kiss (or just because he feels like it)

• Chuuya interested in getting studs, Dazai approving (and enthusiastically so) the idea, then Chuuya asking Dazai to do it for him

“hah??? You can make me trust you with my life but you can’t make me trust you to pierce my ear?”

“this and that are two different things,” Dazai waves off. “I have no experience in piercing peoples’ skin,” Chuuya raises his eyebrows. “…that didn’t involve some sort of weapon,” Dazai continues. “Get a professional to do it.”

“I’ll do it myself.”

• then Dazai reluctantly piercing Chuuya’s ear anyway

“not bad, Mackerel,” Chuuya says, surveying the result in the mirror

“if you get an infection, it’s not my fault.”

“now it’s your turn ʘ‿ʘ”

“no THANK YOU. I’d rather save myself the pain.”

• Dazai refusing to get the piercing

• so they get promise rings instead

• 24k blackened gold, inside inscription is white gold, one ring reading vinctum (bound) and the other reading aeternitas (eternity)

• Chuuya wears vinctum under his gloves. Dazai wears aeternitas as a necklace under the bandages of his neck

• Chuuya paid for it because mafia salary

“what do you mean ‘thank you’? You’re paying for half of this on a monthly basis. With interest.”

“Chuu-yaaaaaaa〜”

“Fine. Quarterly then.”

• Chuuya never does ask Dazai to pay him back

• sleeping over at each other’s places. Mostly Dazai at Chuuya’s loft only because he likes to meddle and mess around with Chuuya’s stuff

• being domestic it actually makes them sick when they think about it but it feels the most natural thing to do

• Chuuya: yes I do the cleaning, yes I do the cooking

[anika-ann]

Errare Humanum Est - Pt.20

Feel You Closer

Type: series, soulmate AU series  (part 1, part 2)  x Supernatural

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader      Word count: 3900

Summary: You remember. It’s time you reacquainted with your soulmate.

That’s what you should do, right? Just feel him as close to you as possible.

Warnings: swearing, 18+, nsfw, very light D/s, so much fluff

A/N: Yeah, there’s minimum plot (a bit at the beginning, read that if you want to avoid the explicit chapter and still want to understand what stunt ‘Nat’ will pull next chapter)

A/N 2: Me: I’m not a smut writer. Also me: two last fics/chapters posted on tumblr being explicit. Oops.

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You walked to the room hand in hand, unseen and unheard. Besides Jarvis, of course, but you didn’t even count him anymore. After the many times you had stayed in the Tower, you grew even fond of him. He really was programmed to be sassy, just like his creator, and sass was a language you spoke.

The idea hit you with the snap of the door and you instantly burst into giggles. Steve casted a curious, but warm gaze at your schoolgirl-like fit.

“Tony doesn’t know,” you explained, only to see no understanding dawning on Steve’s face. “He doesn’t know I remember. I have a very strong need to mess with him, even though we had a nice talk.”

“…you had a nice talk?” Steve asked, bewildered. Looking back at it, you were a bit surprised too – but then again, you weren’t. Tony was much more than he let on.

“Uh-uh. Yeah. I asked him about me. About us.”

A shadow of hurt fell on Steve’s face and you realized what it looked like, you seeking another man.

“It wasn’t that I didn’t trust you!” you blurted out immediately, seeing clearly that it didn’t convince him. “I just wanted a different opinion on me. You’re a bit… biased.”

The frown on his face smoothened, the pool of sadness in his eyes gradually vanishing. Instead, his brows lifted along with one corner of his lips.

“Biased?”

“Yep. You were all waxing poetic about me, how amazing I was. I wanted a second opinion, because I knew for sure I… wasn’t… that… that perfect,” you trailed off as Steve’s smile grew wider and wider with each word. “What?”

“And you decided to go to Tony of all people?”

You were surprised by that question. Steve was usually more the one to dwell on you actually being amazing and astounding and stuff, fast to assure you when he spotted only a trace of self-consciousness on you. Not today, apparently, as he focused on the fact you went to the child of a man in the flying suit. You grinned, not minding a bit.

“…that’s fair. But cut me some slack, he looked like he’d be the one to speak openly.”

Steve gave a short laugh, amused twinkle in his eyes. The change in him ever since he had learned you remembered was so stark you couldn’t tear you gaze away. It was mesmerizing – now, his smiles and laughter radiated true happiness.

“That I can’t argue with. Now, what kind of messing around are we talking about?”

At that, you smirked. “Your clothes. I wanna wear your clothes and I need Jarvis to tell me exactly what comment Tony and Clint made when I first entered the kitchen wearing your stuff.”

You might have had more than one goal when saying this. It wasn’t just to cause Tony a fit later… you might want to nudge Steve’s fantasy, knowing all too well what his clothes on you symbolized and how much he enjoyed you wearing them despite denying it till his last breath.

His eyes did grow rounder, much to your satisfaction. You bit your lip, attempting to hide the smirk battling to show on your face for a whole different reason now.

“Maybe throw a bit of foul language in?” you continued and Steve closed his eyes, exhaling slowly. “Just imagine his face – me, walking in, him wanting to comment and me encouraging him, talking about how I actually got thoroughly fucked the previous evening.”

“Every time,” Steve grunted and you tilted your head in wonder, the grin wining the fight and finding its way on your face.

“Mm?”

Steve’s eyes snapped open, black as night, his irises barely visible. Ohhh, this was even better than you had imagined.

“Every time I think I know just how much trouble you are…” he rasped, taking a step closer, forcing you to walk backwards, your back hitting the door after only two steps, effectively trapping you between his frame and the hard surface, an inch between your bodies remaining.

Your breathing ragged as if on command, heart speeding up in anticipation. Steve’s hands rose, palms resting by your head at each side, his face leaning to yours. Your teeth released your lower lip in order to wet it with your tongue, drawing Steve’s gaze like a magnet. Your breath hitched when his lips stayed so painfully close you could feel the heat but didn’t touch, your eyes fluttering close at the sensation. God, your belly was already burning.

“…you always prove me wrong…” he hummed, brushing your lips with his own. You nearly whined when he parted almost instantly and you intended to follow, only for Steve to have your hair trapped in one of his hands to make sure you stayed put. That simple gesture caused your underwear to dampen. “Talking like that when you’re injured and you know nothing can happen.”

His mouth moved to shower your chin and throat with attention, torturously light touches, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Your knees buckled, Steve’s hand quick to catch you, squeezing you between his body and the door to keep you upright.

“See, that’s what I’m talking about. You can barely stand. I wouldn’t want to hurt you,” he mumbled to your throat, but honestly, he didn’t sound convincing in the slightest. More like—more like the opposite actually. He even sounded… demanding?

Did he really start a game now? A little role-play? That’s new.

“But… but I was cleared to leave medical,” you whispered, testing the waters, earning a satisfied grunt.

Oh god, this was happening. There had been glimpses of this before, the dominance; you were pretty sure Steve enjoyed it mostly because of how underestimated he had been before the serum, but the reason didn’t quite matter. It was important that he liked it and you never minded when it showed a little. Now though… oh boy.

“That’s true,” he mused, tickling the side of your neck with his warm breath. “And I was left to take care of you… in charge of your treatment. What only will I do with you, doll?”

Powerplay. This was a powerplay and given how much you trusted Steve, knowing he wouldn’t actually hurt you when playing, you were totally on board.  

The pool of wetness on your underwear only confirmed it.

Steve’s hand urged you to answer, squeezing your hip. Your whole body tingled, a tiny whimper escaping you.

You just needed him close now. With all the madness that had happened, there was nothing you needed more than to feel his body on yours, his hands, his lips, his everything, just to know you two were.

“Anything you want,” you breathed and Steve’s hips thrust forward, deliciously adding friction between your bodies. He was hard as rock and you had a pretty good idea what would make him even harder. You were saving it for now… soon, though.

He raised his head, facing you again, his hand releasing your hair in order to run the pad of his thumb over your lower lip, watching the motion as if hypnotized.

“Anything, you say? That’s quite daring, doll…”

This was it. This was the time.

You peeked at him from under your eyelashes as your tongue kitten-licked his thumb. He didn’t even flinch, but you knew he would at your next words.

“Anything, sir.”

It was his turn to whimper, his hips bucking again, his mouth smacking to yours, both of his hands falling to your waist.

“God, I missed you so much, all of you. Are you sure you’re okay?” he whispered urgently before devouring your mouth again, nearly breathing you in with the vigour. “Tell me and I stop.”

You grabbed his shoulders, trying to pull him impossibly closer.

“I missed you too. And yes. All yours… sir.”

“Christ, woman!”

His palms took handfuls of your backside firmly and your giddy giggle got lost in the moan you both let out, swallowed by the other, your hips moving in synch.

Out of blue, he grabbed your wrists, pinning them to your sides, the display of strength once again sending a thrill through your body.

“Keep them here until I give you the permission to move, okay?” he ordered, the low timbre of his voice striking something right inside your core.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what, doll?” he coaxed, voice deliciously dark.

Oh wow, just wow. You were pretty sure your core just started throbbing.

“Yes, sir.”  

“That’s right,” he praised, taking your mouth again, wordlessly asking for access, though more demanding than usual. You parted your lips, welcoming his tongue as he swept it along your teeth and then met yours.

The order he had given you was way harder than you anticipated; keeping your hands to yourself while his own roamed your body, guiding your hips to meet his for more friction and making your body feel like floating in a sea of pleasure, cupping your breasts… his mouth was taking yours as if his life depended on it, breathing you in and nibbling, retreating only to suck at your neck just when you wanted him, needed him kissing you on your lips… it was the sweetest torture. You craved for his mouth and all you had to do was to touch him and pull him back to you.

But you weren’t allowed.

“Hands up,” he hissed, already tugging at your shirt before you registered what he asked you to do. Your body obeyed automatically, but with delay. Steve didn’t seem to mind, his skilful fingers finding the opening of your bra instead of simply waiting. Before you knew it, your torso was bare, your chest peppered with kisses and a mark sucked under your collarbone.

“Steve…” escaped your lips, your hands twitching, refusing to return to your sides, finding his muscles instead.

He hummed discontentedly, guiding them back to stay along the wall. You couldn’t but whine.

“Please.”

“Please what?” he whispered to your skin and you nearly banged the back of your head against the wall, stopping the last half-inch away. You had hit your head, after all.

“Please, sir. Can I…” Your own breathy moan interrupted your plea when he licked at your nipple. Christ, Steve. “Can I touch you?”

“Mmm…” he hummed, the vibration making the worst and the best things to your brain. You were completely at his mercy and you didn’t even care. Hell, you were enjoying it, but God, you needed to feel his body under your hands. “Not yet.”

The mewl that left your lips was borderline embarrassing, more so since Steve’s mouth left your breast and soothed you with a sweet and dirty kiss, your tongues tangling together.

“Just a little longer. Let me appreciate you, doll. You’re so, so pretty…”

His hot breath, soft lips and a dart of a tongue trailed down your front, one of his hand easily slipping under the hem of your jeans, while the other already worked on the button and tugged them to your knees. He kneeled, glancing up at you with a wicked smile as he stripped them completely with only a little help.

Steve guided your left leg over his shoulder and this time the noise you made was utterly embarrassing, a blend of a squeak, a moan and a whimper and Jesus fucking Christ. He didn’t even get his mouth on you, just the anticipation enough to flood your core. You knew how good he was at that and just the thought-

“Oh, doll, you’re soaking…”

Something in you wanted to snark that yes, you noticed, but another voice, the one that was ridiculously enjoying this game, shut the urge up and whispered another words for you to say.

“Y-yes, sir. Because of you,” your voice trembled slightly and when he looked up at you from his filthy position again, lop-sided smirk on his handsome and usually so innocent face, you were done for.

His finger ran up your slit, making you flinch and bite your lip.

“And just what should I do about it, mm…” he kissed your inner thigh, giving you a very good idea as if you hadn’t had one before. “Would you like me to take care of it? Use my tongue?”

He. Was. So. Fucking. Filthy. And. Mouthy.

And you should feel humiliated at responding him, but you didn’t. You loved it.

“Please… sir,” you breathed out, which gained you another kiss, higher this time, just below the waistline of your panties, one finger looping in them; a sharp tug and they were gone, making you gasp.

“Since you said ‘please’… but you’re gotta watch, doll, alright?”

You gulped. You weren’t sure you were able to do that. You’d come in seconds.

Still, you nodded.

“Speak up, my sweet girl...”

“Yes, sir.”

The first lap of his tongue caused your fists to clench with the need to hold onto something. Anything. His hair looked suitable enough, just like his free shoulder. You chewed on your lower lip.

As if hearing your thoughts, he led your hands to hold onto him. It was bliss – and a freaking reassurance, because you really didn’t want to fall. Not that he would ever let you, but better be sure.

You could barely stand and you couldn’t stand it. The sight of Steve devouring you like this, bringing indescribable pleasure tingling in every cell of your body with his clever tongue was too much. He didn’t even need to use his fingers, finding spots to drive you insane just by licking at them.

You came with a breathy cry, your pulse loud in your ears and with your legs getting wobbly at instant; you were lucky he held you so firmly. He sucked on your clit, sending shocks through your already overwhelmed body, forcing you to moan his name and arch your back. He worked you through it, alternating between praises and soothing your weepy core, slowly driving you down.

You couldn’t fucking speak. Your eyes snapped open when he shifted, lowering your leg back to the ground, placing a kiss under your navel.

“You good?” he rasped and it took a lot of effort to actually reply instead of simply nodding.

“Yes.” He waited. Right. “Sir.”

His big palms caressed your hips, kissing the skin there.

“Feel like returning the favour, doll?” he asked, voice sultry as much as his gaze.

He would have looked innocent, peeking at you from under his eyelashes like that, but his blown irises gave his arousal away. And you knew better than that, very well-aware of where is mouth had just been.

“Be a good girl like that?” he added, causing the air catch in your throat despite your breathing raging.

How was such praise striking something in you, making you want to do anything just to hear it again? Was this just him or did you have a kink you hadn’t been aware of?

It didn’t matter now. You needed to turn off your brain and enjoy this fully.

“If-if that’s what you want, sir,” you stuttered, his forehead resting against your abdomen at the statement. It brought a satisfied smile to your face – perhaps you weren’t the only one who was a little overwhelmed. You stroked his scalp gently. “Anything to please you.”

He let out a choked noise, rising to his feet at instant, his mouth catching yours in a sweet and salty kiss, his unmistakable jeans-cladded hard rocking into your heat.

“Mouthy, aren’t you? Get on your knees, doll,” he ordered as he spun you, suddenly him being the one with his back against the wall.

You obediently slid down and he lost the shirt that was crying for help on his muscled body anyway. It was a mouth-watering sight even from down there. You wordlessly asked for permission to undo his belt, having it granted. You released him from both, his pants and boxers, his erection springing free. Shit, you almost forgot how big he was.

Steve’s hand tenderly slipped into your hair, guiding you to look up. You were surprised when you saw the fraction of concern in his eyes, a question perhaps, breaking the character he had seemed to slide into rather easily.

The pool of warmth in your chest at the gesture was as unexpected as the act itself. Was it strange, perhaps cowardly of you, that you loved he kept checking with you just to make sure that everything he did was alright with you? Did it make you unadventurous and boring that the fact he showed you every now and then that you could trust him completely, was the biggest turn-on of all?

You smiled at him shyly, the simple lift of the corners of your lips reciprocated instantly. The pad of his thumb swept over your lower lip, sending a shiver down your spine.

‘Anything to please you,’ your own words echoed in your head, resonating with truth. You loved him. You did want to make him happy so badly, as much as you knew he wanted you to be.

You kissed the tip of his member, soon taking him between your lips. His hand never released your hair, though his eyelids fluttered shut, shameless moan of satisfaction escaping him. It only encouraged you.

Steve wouldn’t let you finish him and what an early finish would it have been. He pulled your head away, tugging you upright and locking your mouths in a kiss as his hand did the job for you. You would have been confused and maybe even hurt by that action, but you knew him. You knew that no matter what game he was playing, he needed to be certain you would be alright.

“Didn’t want you to strain yourself,” he breathed into your mouth, his voice trembling with aftershock, sucking gently on your lips, his arm wrapped around your waist securely to hold you close with little care for how sticky you both were now thanks to his release.

“I know,” you whispered back, meeting his gaze in a haze, the affection for you written all over his face hitting you like a train. “I love you.”

“And I love you. More than you’ll ever know.”

A teasing smile tucked at the corner of your lips. “Show me? Please, sir?”

He choked out a laugh, his hold getting stronger on you, something poking your stomach as it came back to life.

“Troublemaker, doll. That’s what you are,” he hummed, grinning with a delicious mixture of sweet and intense, like dark chocolate. His not so clean hand cupped your bottom and one of his long fingers teased around your still dripping core. His nose nuzzled your hair, his lips brushing your earlobe with a filthy whisper. “I might have to fuck that cheekiness out of you.”

You gulped at that promise delivered in such foul language, your heart pounding in your chest right against his. Yes, please. It might help with the headache that was slowly beginning to bother you once more.

“Looking forward to it… sir.”

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Steve clearly felt adventurous, indulging the dominance and the power he held and you gladly let him, knowing the reward would – uh – come in the end. You lost count on how many times he brought you to the very edge only to let you descend again, never letting you tip over and fall. The orgasm that followed when he finally did, your walls clenching around him like a vice, was something you had never experienced before and that said something, considering Steve had been your lover for some time now. It felt like sparkles exploded in every single cell of your body, pounding with never-ending bliss, his cock throbbing in you and sending another flare through your body like in a vicious circle.

Apparently, you had been in Heaven once – and right now, Steve surely gave you a taste of what was it like, because there could not be another explanation. The afterglow was so warm and wonderful you basked in it for God knew how long.

When you finally came back to yourself, Steve’s fingers were tenderly threading in your hair, his lips on your temple. Your eyes fluttered open, causing him to stop and search your face with attentive eyes as he kept himself propped on his elbow.

“Hey, doll, are you okay?” he fussed softly, his breathing back to normal. He was still sporting an adorable flush down his face and chest, an evidence of the effort made and the satisfaction that followed.

“Yeah. This was… wow.”

“Yeah?” he grinned, wounding up a strand of your hair around his finger. His eyes were sparkling and you kinda wanted to slap his chest for the flash of smugness. Instead, you slapped him verbally and very much playfully.

“Yes, sir,” you returned the wide smile and he huffed, falling to your side. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Ugh, don’t start again.”

“I’d like to start again… some other time,” you admitted, hopeful your face was still flushed from before, hence not giving away the embarrassment at your admission. “I liked this.”

Steve embraced you firmly, kissing your shoulder. “So did I… maybe too much. You’re sure I didn’t hurt you?”

“Nope. Not at all,” you replied cheerily, casting a reassuring gaze aimed straight to his eyes as your voice softened. “You’re always careful, Steve, I know that. And I appreciate it.”

“Alright, then. Let’s revisit this sometime. You’re amazing, doll,” he whispered your favourite endearment like music on his lips. “ I love you. I can’t—I can’t even say how happy I am to have you here. Back with me. Stay?”

The sudden vulnerability almost made your heart stop with the ache, the agony he must have experienced after losing you – but how amazing it actually was, mean of you maybe, but God, he had missed you so much, because he loved you so deeply already – striking you precisely to your very soul. You were right there with him when it came to feelings.

It dawned to you why he would enjoy the feeling of dominance now of all the times you had made love – it gave him an illusion of control over something. What had happened to you, the kidnapping, the bombs, your death… he didn’t have control over that. When the Winchesters had brought you back, there weren’t many things he could do about your amnesia either, leaving him helpless. You had a hunch he felt like having zero control over things for a while now.

This, this incredible experience gave him what he had been craving. You couldn’t fault him for wanting that, more so when you enjoyed it so immensely. After all, both of you were only human in the end.

Only humans. Soulmates. Souls redefined, never the same after merging into one, yet maintaining their singularity. Still better together, gravitating one towards the other too strongly to be kept apart.

You stretched your neck so your lips could reach Steve’s forehead, a loving and caring gesture, comfort he often offered you. The action made him chuckle, an unusual watery sound as tears welled in his eyes as well as in yours.

You lingered for several moments, your eyes finding his then, fond glassy gaze with emotions too heavy to be carried only by one person. You were good at it together though. You softly kissed his lips and then wiggled against him, settling in his arms comfortably, trying to nestle against him in a way that wouldn’t leave an inch between your bodies – and Steve happily assisted you.

“I love you too, Steve. And there’s nowhere I’d rather be.”

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Part 21

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Well. Now I’m blushing. This was self-indulgent to a fault. 

Hope you liked it, this had been the first time I wrote something with hints of D/s (rememebr, only proofreadng and reposting ao3 chapters, this is almost a ear old), even when playful, so I pray I didn’t muff it up too much :)) I couldn’t leave the fluff behind, obviously.

Two chapters and an epilogue left. Thank you for making it this far and thank you even more if you’re interacting in an way :-*

[just-venti-ng]

hi cutie venti 🧍🏻‍♀️❤️ youre so sweet for being concerned about my overwhelming love for you but i’m sincerely okay hehe ❤️❤️❤️ it’s enough knowing you care ღゝ◡╹)ノ♡ anyways lovely make sure you stay warm!! it’s getting super cold (this goes for you too blogmaster (｀へ′) STAY WARM) and we can’t have you being chilly 😐 i doubt you would catch a cold but you’re allergic to cats (cute) so who knows 🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️ anyways if you ever need a snuggle buddy my arms are always open .... haha.... unless 😳

the weather as of late has been awfully chilly:

still, your personality is warm with all of your charms.

as i sit and zone out, no doubt my face looks silly,

dreaming of how nice it would be for you to fall into my arms ;) ✋😳🤚

(if it’s one thing i have, it’s the audacity to shamelessly force all of my affection onto smug lil wind man 😃 also plesse don’t worry about being late with asks, you’re doing amazing providing us with all this venti content, i for one am having the time of my life 💋💋 thank you sm!! i’m serious about you & everyone else who happens to see this to stay warm and cozy 😗😗😗)

Well that's very considerate of you my poetic friend. And I appreciate your patience very much. I really do love keeping this blog, so no matter how long the wait, I'll always come back like Venti after an extended nap! Only sooner! (Srry I'm not immortal yo)

"It's true, the air has been more frigid than before, but my bard clothes will keep me warm forevermore."

To be fair, I wouldn't be surprised if they were layered.

"I think you belong in my arms considering you don't have bard attire. And from the sound of your poem, a hug from me is what you desire."

He wraps his arms around you and gives a little squeeze. Your warmth shall be guaranteed even in the sometimes harsh breeze.

[the-actor-himself]

ღ Kiss to the back of the hand, romantic

You’re used to Mark’s dramatics by now. Several hours apart can make him drop into an improv scene as though you hadn’t seen each other in ages, waxing poetic about your best features, all of which he’s missed, or pretending as though you needed to catch up.

It’s goofy, and maybe sometimes you roll your eyes a bit at his antics. The third time he drops to a knee in front of you, hand clasped within his own, and declares his undying love, you know he’s doing it precisely to see how you’ll react. The big ham.

But it’s nice every now and then to get to turn the tables.

To round a corner and catch him off guard, and to visibly see the wheels turning in his head as he decides how best to surprise you. This time, you’re ready before he is. You capture one of his hands, and his smile freezes, confusion flickering across his face before he hides it.

( Every time you peel away a mask, you wonder how many more are underneath. )

Even as he says your name, starting to try and recover, you’re ready. You lift his hand, as you lean down, and your lips press against the back of it. You can hear the way his breath catches.

You linger, a warm breath’s time, and then you slowly straighten up as you lower his hand. His fingers are a vice on yours before you can think of letting go. Your name this time is tremulous on his lips, the tips of his ears flushed and starting to spread just a little into his cheeks.

“ Shocked speechless is a good look for you. ”

He splutters, and you can’t help but laugh. Maybe dramatics aren’t always so bad.

[artificialqueens]

What’s going on with you two? (Vahli) Chapter 1 - Delia555

So, I wrote this because I rewatched Dragula s2 for the billionth time, and my brain refused to let me ignore how Victoria and Dahli had such a cute connection on the show, so this this was something totally different for me to write. Please tell me if you like it, and I’ll gladly continue with this story. ღ ღ

Trigger warnings include: Mentions of death, very mild mention of a suicidal mentality ((not really worth saying, but I’d rather ensure you’re all aware! ღ ))  

A/N: This is set during Dragula and to clear up any confusion you could have later, on a whim I decided that the exterminations were legitimate and the contestants sign up for the show, taking the risk of possibly dying. It’s dark! But the next drag Supermonster surely has to be able to risk it all for the crown?

****I’m fairly certain I’ll be only providing Dragula content, and am always up for any requests****

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The floor show had ended a few hours ago, and it was announced that 6 of the contestants were officially up for extermination. They’d have to face off in a paintball battle, where two girls at a time would have a one vs one fight to the death. The girl with the most hits, or ones in the more critical of places, would therefore lose and risk extermination. 

This week, Victoria and her Fortune-telling character has scored her, her very first win so far. She was ecstatic, and calmed at the knowledge of Dahli and Abhora being safe from extermination alongside herself. The three girls got a perfect view of all the action to come, a decent distance away but close enough to feel entirely engaged. 

For the final face off, Biqtch Puddin and Monikkie Shame has been paired up against each other; a splendid yet typical gag thanks to their recent arguments. Biqtch had waited for Monikkie to run out of shots before she even fired her first, and managed to shoot her in the mouth while the splats on herself remained exclusively on her back and in no particularly critical spots. 

Abhora began to laugh maniacally at the drama unfolding before her very eyes. Victoria and Dahli could barely contain themselves at the sight of everyone, it was hilarious. Abhora seemed to be losing her shit, and Monikkie seemed to just be…losing. Victoria grabbed onto Dahli’s arm for support during her own uncontrollable fit of laughter, and she felt Dahli half-heartedly ease her back with her hand through giggles; resulting in an overwhelming chill rushing all the way down her back at a rapid rate. 

The sensation distracted her from whatever had been so funny to her before, and she simply brought her head up to look into Dahli’s eyes that were now disguised by white contacts. Dahli paused the movements with her hand on Victoria’s back, to see the girl beneath her stiffen at the loss of contact, and doubt flooding her mind. 

All Dahli responded with was another one of her smirks of pride, and she took Victoria’s hand, guiding Victoria’s body back up from its awkward position where she’d been half-bent over. Victoria felt her heart thumping aggressively against her chest, and she struggled to maintain self-control despite the cameras surrounding them and knowing better. 

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When the cameras cut and filming had been declared wrapped up, Victoria and Dahli hadn’t exchanged many words, neither of them quite certain whether to mention earlier. 

Today had genuinely been great, Victoria had achieved her first win, laughed more than she had in months, and seen a different side to Dahli than previously. Victoria found Dahli easiest to relate to out of all the other contestants, she always maintained her chill and today proved she could somehow manage to keep Victoria on her toes - regardless of how much of a control freak Victoria was. 

Victoria couldn’t tell you what she was doing when she accepted Dahli’s invitation to crash in her hotel room that night. It was no big fuss, and it didn’t need to become one. Victoria had a budding friendship with Dahli and she assured herself she had no justifiable reason to turn down the casual offer. 

The time had just passed 10 pm, and it’d been dark out for hours at this point. Sometimes Victoria got lost in the night’s sky, it sounded cliche and poetic but it proved true from since she was only a young girl. Street lamps and occasional store-lights were the only thing illuminating the space surrounding the two as they stepped out from the Uber. Dahli tipped the driver and walked round the car over to Victoria, acknowledging how at ease she seemed in comparison to earlier. Dimmed orange lights bounced off her soft bare skin, and her grey curls were now distressed as they hang loosely after being securely hidden for the majority of the day. She took in the beautiful sight of Victoria, leaning back against the street lamp and pressing another cigarette to her lips, wasting no time in lighting it. 

“That didn’t take as long as earlier.” Victoria pointed out, giving a pressing look and taking a few steps closer to Dahli. 

“What are you trying to say?” She hummed, tilting her head back and exhaling the smoke from her cigarette into the chilled air, watching briefly as it slowly rose above her head, diffusing into the nights sky. 

“I’m trying to sayyy…” Victoria drawled, her eyes following the smoke momentarily, before returning back to Dahli and tilting her head in favour to one side. “Maybe you just wanted your mouth close to mine.” Her voice was now merely a whisper. 

Dahli’s face broke into one of uncertainty, and for the shortest moment her guard threatened to drop. 

“Shut up, you’re so full of shit.” Dahli teased, prodding at Victoria’s stomach playfully with her fingers. 

Time appeared to have frozen, and earlier seemed to repeat itself when Dahli had suddenly stopped her movements again, Victoria’s mind involuntarily wandering to places like before. One thing was different though, and that was that Victoria didn’t have a single camera to worry about. She’d made it known that she had a boyfriend before, and Dahli had made a harmless joke about how she could be added, however it didn’t come across so harmless when she looked into Dahli’s contact-less eyes. 

They were lit up, sparkling almost, and Victoria swore to herself this shit only happened in movies. This was dumb, and would undoubtedly provide Vic with a tonne of problems to deal with later on. 

Victoria pushed Dahli’s hand off her stomach, and moved in even closer to Dahli, pressing her head into her torso at the harsh reality of all the feelings she was experiencing. It took a while for a response from Dahli, and Victoria questioned if she’d been too inappropriate, ready to step back and somehow magically erase her actions. 

That was until, she felt two slender arms wrapping round her back and holding a firm grip against the exposed skin at the cutout of her dress. She audibly sighed of relief, and cuddled in closer to Dahli’s chest, taking in some of her smoke as she breathed, relaxed for what felt like the first time today. 

They stayed there in silence for a few minutes, Dahli eventually loosening her grip to put her cigarette out, deciding to grab onto Victoria’s hand and lead her into the hotel lobby to finally escape the cold. 

The place was nothing of luxury, it was simplistic and minimal; the walls were burgundy and there were a couple benches dotted around the room for visitors to sit nearby rows of fake plants or small coffee tables. If you looked close enough, you could pick out how the seats were worn and old, and the wooden coffee tables had splinters in their edges. 

Victoria trailed behind Dahli as they headed for the elevator. There was a blatant lack of space even from the outside, and it caused the rest of the lobby to appear truly stunning in comparison. Regardless, today had been beyond tiring and there was no possible way that either girl would make the conscious decision to climb the stairs over this option. Dahli pushed the button for the elevator, and thankfully there was nobody else occupying it nor wishing to. She gladly pulled Victoria in after her, and pressed the button for her floor. The walls felt even more confined from the inside, and Dahli stared down at her feet for a brief moment. 

Victoria was done with this shit, though. If she was really honest with herself, she’d known she was a goner since Dahli had came over to admire her preparation for the floor show earlier. 

Her grip on Dahli’s hand consciously tightened, and without taking any further time to plan out her actions, she backed Dahli into the hard elevator walls, their fingers now interlocking with one another while she slammed their hands against the space beside Dahli’s head. Their lips smacked against each other’s in a lustful and heated kiss, Dahli closing her eyes in response to the desperately awaited taste of Victoria’s soft lips. She bit down on Victoria’s bottom lip, sucking at it unforgivingly before grazing her tongue over the same spot. 

“Mhmmn.” Victoria groaned at the sensation, clearly accepting of Dahli’s intentions. Dahli was about to slip her tongue between Victoria’s parted lips, but found herself being cut off by the sound of the elevator doors opening a few floors too soon. 

The both of them instinctively broke apart, fearful of whoever may see them together - and thank God they did. Before they even had the opportunity to step out of the elevator and run for their lives, they were met with a smug James Majesty. 

“Hey ghouls.” She grinned with a cheeky wink, flipping her teal hair behind her shoulder and stepping into the elevator to join the stunned girls. 

James blatantly looked Dahli up and down, caring not enough to try and disguise her look of disgust. “Where’s the shirt from, my grandma’s closet?” She audibly laughed to herself, barely even getting the sentence out before doing so. 

Dahli rolled her eyes in response to the usual snarky comment, bringing her finger up to her own neck and pretending to slice her throat. 

Victoria felt the danger in this whole scenario build up in her mind, the close call putting things truly into perspective and allowing her to realise how she really felt alright in still going through with them - in spite of all the reasons not to. 

Everything got too overwhelming, and she pushed another button for the elevator, hurrying out and abandoning James and Dahli. 

For a split second, Dahli considered chasing after her, but it didn’t feel right in front of James…maybe part of Victoria wished she would’ve. 

[malakhai-ozera]

           Thread || Khai & Jaycee

Discord text thread featuring: Khai & @jayceelynd

Mentions:

When: Before their break up.

Description: Jaycee feels needy and Khai comes to the rescue.

Trigger Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT!!!

Jaycee Jaycee was laying on their big comfortable couch, with space behind her. She had her soft, rabbit like fur blanket over her, wearing a silk red thigh length gown. Watching a movie, not really sure what she was watching. But there she laid bored out of her mind, waiting for Khai to come home. Her hair was still slightly damn, mostly dried as she snuggled further into the cool fluffy pillow she put a case over. Sitting up on her elbow to grab her wine, and heard Khai come in. Smiling, she laid back down and reached her hands out to him as he walked in. “I’m glad you’re home, I missed you”

ღ 𝕂𝕙𝕒𝕚 ღ Khai had just gotten off of work when Jaycee texted him asking him to come snuggle. He got into his car and drove home. Still reeling from all the excitement that came with being a stripper. Walking into the house he made his way to the theatre and saw Jaycee laid on the couch. Smiling at her needy grabby hands he took his jacket off and let her pull him down onto her. “I missed you too, love” he said softly. Kissing  her slowly and intimately as he pushed her hair back out of her face.

Jaycee Smiling against his lips, as the weight of him on her felt heavenly. Humming into the intimate kiss, wrapping her arms loosely over his neck. Her small, left hand rest against his cheek, letting her thumb graze over his cheek. Pulling back, nipping at his lips with her teeth whispering. “At least you’re hear now.” Humming as she looked up into his eyes, smiling softly as her fingers ran through his hair. “Are you hungry?” She asked him with innocent intentions but knew he could take that any way he chose.

ღ 𝕂𝕙𝕒𝕚 ღ Was he hungry? Of course he was, he was always hungry. For sex, food, drugs. In this case, he was just hungry for her. “Mmm... only for you” he replied. Smiling down at her for a moment before pressing their lips back together. He slid his hand between them as he rolled them onto their side and pulled her against him. His hand traveling into her panties and between her legs as he let his fingers caress between her folds.

Jaycee Not able to help but laugh against his lips, that quickly turned into a groan as she deepened the kiss. His fingers caressing her folds, telling him how turned on she was for him. Making a fist in his shirt, pulling him closer while throwing her leg over his hip, her own pelvis rocking against his hand. “Fuck” she cried out as she gripped his bottom lip with her teeth. “Khai..” his name slipping from her lips. Letting her hand go to his jeans, pulling on his belt buckle, yanking it free from his pants as if it was nothing. She wanted him, and needed him as if she was going to lose the very oxygen from her lungs. “Please” she whimpered our a beg. She needed his skin against her, the burning sensation of their skin touching, killed her.

ღ 𝕂𝕙𝕒𝕚 ღ Jaycee was so fuckin sexy. She didn’t even have to try and he was hooked. He was becoming more aroused with each seductive word of how badly she craved him. She pulled his belt from his pants with one quick tug, and his hips thrusted forward with anticipation. A low groan of yearning passing through his lips as she gripped his bottom lip with her teeth. He pulled his hand from between her legs and worked on getting them both shirtless as her hands were working to remove his pants from his body. “Tell me you belong to me, and that I’m yours” he growled softly. Pulling her closer to press his body flush against hers. As their skin ignited with desire he leaned in to reconnect their lips. Kissing her more passionately as he took his time to taste her mouth. His hand gripping at the small of her back while the other cupped firmly around the side of her neck.

Jaycee Jaycee loved how he always gave himself to her as she did with him. When they were together alone it was always filled with passionate desire to fucking push on having dominance. He always won, but she loved that fight for it and that they took out so much frustration that held so much passion. “I’m fucking yours” she growled out as she got his pants off, only to groan as she saw that his cock was leaking for her, needing to stretch her tight pussy. “You’re fucking all mine” she grabbed his jaw, squeezing tightly as her nails dug into his skin. Jaycee knew he fucking lived for the pain that they both shared. Her pussy was already fucking squeezing at the anticipation, letting juices seep, to pool in her panties. Her hips rolling against his, hating the barrier that was keep his cock to glide over her pussy. “Tell me how much you love this pussy, and need it” she moaned against his lips. Fuck his taste and the feel of his entire mouth while her left hand slid over his stubbled cheek. Deepening the kiss, as if she was poetically tell him how much she needed and craved him. Her hips jerking as jolts of hot pressure coarses through her lower stomach. God she couldn’t wait for the multiple orgasms she was about to experience. Her right hand that was gripping his jaw moved to his hair, to make a right fist.

ღ 𝕂𝕙𝕒𝕚 ღ Khai loved having Jaycee all to himself, and being able to give her his full attention. Especially when her body was practically begging for it. Trembling under his touch and seducing him with her words. She was a fucking work of art and her body was his canvas. “God, I love it so fuckin much, baby. I can’t live without it” he breathed out with desire. His tongue rolling over her lips as he teased her mouth with his own. He slid his hand down her back to hook a finger in the string of her panties. Yanking then down until they were wrapped around the top of her knees. He pressed his thumb into her neck for dominance and pulled himself over top of her. Kneeling down onto her panties between her legs to keep her from moving as he pushed his middle and pointer fingers deep into her core. Finger fucking her deep and slow as he bit and sucked along her jawline and neck. “That’s right your mine, and I’m all yours love” he growled. His thumb vigorously rubbing her clit as he thrusted his fingers in and out of her.

Jaycee “Khai” she groaned out at how much he need and craves her. God he himself was a work of fucking art. She felt so lucky to also be able to call him hers, and to surrender her entire being with his. Her lips going slack as he let his dominance show, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she became more around. Giving herself and her trust to him as she surrendered into submission. Watching him as he tore her panties down in an animalistic, starved man, needed to feel his woman’s pussy. “Unf” she groaned as he continue to tear them from her treasure. Her hips bucked up hard against his hand as he fucking just gave her his fingers with such aggression. “All fucking yours” she hissed through clenched teeth. Her velvety walls tightening and releasing around his fingers, her abdomen twitches as the fire is building ready to explode. But Jaycee knew better than to cum before he gave her permission, then again coming without permission sounded like sweet pleasure mixed with punishment in store. Of course he never truly hurt her, but they both got off on her bratty way and the outcome. Locking her eyes with his, letting him know that she was being a bad cold as she cums around his fingers. Walls clamping down hard, needing to milk them while her body shook so hard. “Fuck.. “ This man was an expert at what she needed, even if he hasn’t been around her all day. He just fucking knew her. Hips still twitching and jerking of them after shocks of the fast and hard release.

ღ 𝕂𝕙𝕒𝕚 ღ Jaycee was so sexy all the damn time without even trying. It drove him crazy to say the least. But, he was usually pretty well at containing himself while around her. That just wasn’t going to happen tonight. Tonight she belonged to him, to be used and desired as he pleased. Her walls tightened around his fingers and a devilish grin played across his lips. There was no way he was letting her get off that easy. He let her ride the orgasm until her hips were bucking with aftershocks and then pulled his fingers from her core. Flipping her over aggressively before pulling her body up to press her back against his chest. He unbuckled his pants and pushed them down to his knees as he pushed himself into her. Growling with pleasure at how tight she felt around his throbbing cock. “Fuckkk” he hissed. His hand wrapping around her neck as he squeezed gently, just barely cutting off her air supply. “I didn’t say you could cum yet” he grinned. His free hand moving to rub against her delicate and sensitive clit as he began to fuck her slow and hard.

Jaycee She could see in his eyes that enjoyed that she just came around his fingers, without having permission. Jaycee knew what she was doing, and she fucking enjoyed when he let go with her. A soft whimper escaped her pouty lips as he slipped his fingers from her pulsating pussy. Instantly replacing the whimpers to a grunting moan, her lips parted as he pushed into her. Khai was showing her just who she belonged to tonight, and she accepted and loved the fact that she was all his. She fucking loved how he controlled her, and her needs. Breathing out in rasps as his hand tightened around her neck, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth as she met his thrust. Arching her back as he rubbed over her already sensitive clit. “Khai..” gritting her teeth as her walls trembled over his cock, feeling as if he was growing inside of her tight walls. “You like that I misbehaved, and you know it.” She challenged him, her body shaking as she was riding the wave of pleasure he was giving her with every slow and hard thrust. “Fuck!” She cried out as her hands reached behind her, finding his beautiful locks. Tightly, making a fist as she pulled his head in the direction she needed to bite his lips roughly before kissing him passionately. Moaning into their kiss, as she gasped for air once in awhile. “And if I cum again?” She teased while roughly pulling his bottom lip between her teeth, not caring if she drew blood or not. Jaycee loves pushing him, and wanting him to lose control with her.

ღ 𝕂𝕙𝕒𝕚 ღ Jaycee knew exactly what she was going. Teasing him and edging him on with her words as her body completely gave in to him. She was a masterpiece beneath his grip. Pulling aggressively at his hair and biting at his lips as she thrust back against him begging for him to go deeper. “You know I love it when you’re a bar girl” he hissed through gritted teeth. His hard breaths laced with moans of pleasure as she continued to bite vigorously at his lips. “If you cum again I’ll have to spank you” he informed. Pulling his hand from her clit and giving her ass a stinging slap. He pushed her foreword, grabbing her arms to restrain them behind her back. Thrusting into her deeper and harder as his hand moved from her neck to grab onto her hip. His fingers digging into her skin for leverage as he rammed in and out of her with full force. “Shiiiit” he hissed as every muscle in his body tightened. “You’re so fucking tight. Fuck!” He pressed his hand into her arms against her back, pressing her down into the couch as he rotated his hips with each hard thrust to hit her g-spot. “You wanna come for me now? You wanna squirt all over my hard cock?”

Jaycee Jaycee almost screamed out in a growling moan, when he slapped her ass. The vibrations that ran through her core from the stinging slap, causing her pussy to quake over his cock. It was as if it had a mind of its own, and wanted to tease him. Turning her head as her hair was lightly fanned over her face, gasping for air as he picked up on his thrusting, bottoming out. “You’re so fucking deep” she cried out in pleasure, gasping every time he hit with each smacking of his hips against her ass. He knew he was taking her breathe away, without even using his hand around her neck. Driving her fucking crazy with need. She didn’t think she was going to be able to hold back from coming, not without permission. Her body was covered in sweat as she fought the flame in the pit of her stomach. “Khai, Khai.. fuck” she cried out as her body stiffened, almost sighing in relief that he asked her the question she was waiting for. “Please.. oh god, fuck.. I can’t stop.” She screamed out as her juices squirted out around his cock as if her body was gifting him her release. Her walls going rigid with pulsating quakes, clamping tightly around him. “Fill me with your cum..” she begged. Her entire body was tensed, while she continued to ride out the orgasm he gave her, rocked her to her core.

ღ 𝕂𝕙𝕒𝕚 ღ Feeling her cum squirt out around him was enough to send him reeling over the edge. His entire body tight and defined as it shook with pleasure.. “Oh Fuck, Jay... I’m gonna cum” he growled through his teeth. Letting his hot cum shoot deep into her core as he continued to thrust sloppily into her. He continued to ride out their orgasms together before falling limp against her back. His arms wrapping firmly around her waist in a possessive yet loving embrace as he bit into the back of her shoulder. The taste of her sweat against his lips was sweet as he fought to catch his breath. Licking his lips and savoring the taste as he lifted her back up and pressed his lips into her. “Mmm... I love you” he whispered against her salty lips. Smiling into the kiss as her head leaned back against his shoulder.

Jaycee Warmth flooding her pussy as he came, deep within her core. His cum, filling her pussy that quaked, as if it was desperate to filled. Khai knew it’d cause her orgasm to intensify, knocking her even further over the edge of ecstasy. Her vision was spotty as he collapsed onto her, the after shocks of the orgasm they just shared to literally cause her to pass out, almost. Gasping for air as she hummed to the feeling of his teeth sinking into her salty sweet, sweat covered skin. The way he held onto, melted her further into the mattress as his body deliciously was heavily against her. Jaycee loves being held with such passion and dominance. An animalistic need to claim their lover as theirs. Smiling as she could feel him smiling against her skin, humming. “I love you too” she continued to kiss him with deep passion and love for her man. “I love you so much.” Her whispers carrying a harsher breath, feeling him still so deep. Swollen, and so sensitive her walls flexed around him, being so greedy for Khais, cock. Her hips slightly rock back against him, with hunger. An aftershock jolts her snap her hips back harder with the second rock of her hips. Pulling from the kiss, her head rolls with pleasure softly running through her body. Jaycee whimpers with how needy she was, and couldn’t get enough. “You feel so good..” she groaned, while her head rocked side to side in pure ecstasy. Letting her hands gently massage the back of his neck and head.

ღ 𝕂𝕙𝕒𝕚 ღ God, she was so fuckin sexy! He couldn’t ever seem to get enough of her, and he definitely wasn’t complaining. She was so intoxicating.  The way her pussy walls clenched around him, needing him. It made him feel even more desired than he already knew he was. He kissed her back fervently as he left his hands caress her breast. Gently pinching at her nipples as she continued to rock hungrily against him. “Fuck... you feel so fuckin good. I can’t get enough of you” he breathed out against the side of her face. Kissing her neck and jawline as she rocked her head against his shoulder. He let his fingers slowly trail down her body to her pussy and he rubbed her softly. Humming with pleasure as he let his hips move in rhythm with hers. “You want more?”

[bangtansficrec]

until there are no more cities

ღ until there are no more cities by junkseller {G, yoonjin, 6,7k}

Seokjin has pillow creases in his cheek and his eyes are puffy, still closed as he slowly rolls onto his side.

Yoongi lies next to him on his back, turns his head towards Seokjin’s sleeping face, whispers, Kim Seokjin, I think I could fall in love with you.

[this is such a special fic to me because it's kinda the first yoonjin story i read and loved immediately. basically the story is divided in certain parts that symbolise a part of the train trip yoongi and seokjin are on with each other. it flows really beautifully and it's sort of poetically written.

the ending is also really interesting, just the way it's written and how the author chose to tell the ending through a ''missed connections'' message/post. this is a recurring theme in the story: yoongi writes missed connection ads for ''craigslist'', a platform all people can post on. just look it up before you read the story, it will make it a little bit clearer. the story finished with one of these ads, which makes it kinda ''complete'' as a whole.

so in short: this story is really interesting and amazing, don't miss out on it. it made me love the chemistry and bond yoongi and seokjin have, i definitely want to read more fanfiction about them]