#theres room to stretch.... fun....

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

most nights kinda suck. but sometimes youre relaxing in a nice motel and one of the tv channels is playing 9-1-1 episodes <3 and everything feels like it'll be okay for a few hours <3

[quillheel]

❛ you have never seen such heathens. ❜ Kohga says with a grin, referring to the Yiga. (For Ganondorf!)

"Oh, I have borne witness, both alike and distinct, to many." Ganondorf's answer comes like thunder, like fire. ━ a low rumble turned crackle turned air buzzing with too much and yet not enough all at once, an anticipation that followed him as he swept 'cross the grounds. For an individual of his size, he is almost weightless in his shifting, almost wilting to scrape high the roof of the ruins not high enough where the stones meet strands of red bristling off from his crown. Each footfall accentuated; the bleaching of stone & textile, the delicacy in which he revokes it, pulled back out of the earth as though a stain so simple to be removed. ━ how considerate it was, for Gods to fuss and worry over hospitalities.

he casts a glance to the Yigas master, eyes stunning and bright and terrible, curls of crimson mane licking up into color undefined, like blazing divinity, how inexpressible it could be, to see something of divinity wrapped in bone & skin & cloth. there is a wonder, if this is what being in the presence of Princesses or Heroes is like, the same divinity in the opposite way ━ the Hero always more human, not God, merely blessed, champion in this way ━ where Ganondorf was his own, but they were theirs. Two against one, eternal.

"None, however, as impassioned as you," he continues "I would consider it something of respect, that you could harbor such liveliness for so long."

He wonders; passingly in the low light of twilight bleeding into the hideout as it is full with noise & distraction & color and as fabric folds with his limbs as he moves to sit, content to watch the clan breathe with itself; how much the Yiga would be willing to risk in such devotion to their goal. ━ everything, until everything is too much, until the world turns on them again. ━ Again. how it has before. how it could again, forever worse to do. How Ganondorf knows something similar, burning in his blood. ( perhaps Kohga knows the feeling. )

He finds himself beginning to understand, why it is they come looking for him.

his eyes, momentary in their focus on their leader, find somewhere else to settle. ( and he finds himself wondering, just as passing to reserve it for less occupied times, just how long the Yiga will last as they are. Resourceful and fast and stubborn, but tracing edges of impermanence, the way everything does, is made to. Except him, of course. Except him. ━ he likes to think, sentiment more than hope, that their stretch of being will not be killed, so much as it does not stay the same; the definition changing. 'the Yiga' not as a weapon, not a sharpness and outracing and hidden, 'the Yiga' as a people allowed to be people, to be families, to stay. He likes to think, in the way it could be hope, that they will not be like him forever. They, to grow out of shunning. Him, to stay the same. He likes to think, in the way it is hope, that one day they will not need him. ━ a scar of history, remembered always, but only, only a scar. )

"... but are they always this rambunctious?"

[mechawolfie]

actually seen some uncanny vash art now n it's all so. uh. analog horror?? and it's so. disappointing

[rafeandonlyrafe]

sanctuary

words: 900

warnings: scary movie, small mention of sex (actually to say nothing sexual lol), first kiss <3, soft!rafe

“fuck, fuck, fuck.” you curse quietly, trying to find some way to get out of the situation. “how about the hunger games?” you interject into the conversation, kelces new girlfriend tessa shaking her head no.

“if we watch one, then we'd have to watch catching fire, then…” she trails off. “i think we all agree on hereditary.”

you simply swallow hard. you don't want to admit how much you truly hate horror movies, especially when the room is filled with your friends and their boyfriends.

you take a seat on the couch, schooching yourself as far away as possible. maybe you'll fake being asleep to get out of having to watch the scenes unfold.

you pretend to be very interested in the thread on your pants as the opening credits begin, blinking up when the spot on the cushion next to you is taken.

rafe gives you a soft smile. out of everyone in the room, he's the one you know the least, despite the movie night taking place in tanneyhill. he's friends with all your friends, but you've never made a point to hang out with him, mostly due to the crush practically every girl has on him, his charm and good looks not making you immune either.

“hey.” you say softly, smiling at him, noting that there's various other seats open, but rafe chose next to you.

“are you sleeping over?” rafe asks. a majority of the group planned to disperse among the many tanneyhill bedrooms, as the following day rafe is throwing a party, with the rest of his family being out of town, theres no reason not to take up residence inside on of the mansions many rooms.

“um, if there's an open bed.” you shrug. you drove yourself so you had the choice to go home at any moment, just in case you needed to back out.

“ill make sure there is one for you.” rafe whispers as the movie starts. you nod and give him an appreciative smile as his eyes turn towards the screen.

the opening of the movie is slow, building up to the scarier parts. you pull your knees in to your chest, trying to watch out of only one eye as the scenes get creepier and creepier.

you jump at the first scare, along with some other people but your reaction gets noticed by rafe, who places a hand on your shoulder. it almost makes you jump as much as the movie does.

“you okay?” he asks, moving closer to you.

“not a big scary movie fan.” you admit, looking rafe in the eye to avoid looking at the screen.

“oh.” rafe smiles slightly, hand going from your shoulder to wrap around you, pulling you into him in an unexpected move.

“you're not gonna make fun of me?” you question, the words slipping from your tongue before you can think out of sheer surprise.

“of course not.” rafe says, hand squeezing gently, comfortingly. “just… hide against me for the scary scenes.”

you manage to make it through the movie ducking your head against rafe, pressing your squeezed shut eyes into his chest, eventually relaxing into his grip, cuddled together on the couch as the movie finishes. his presence next to you keeps you from freaking out at the scary scenes, his strong arms never wavering from their place wrapped around you, even when popcorn is brought out and drinks are passed around. 

“thank god.” you mumble when the lights get switched back on. rafe chuckles lightly, pulling you closer once more before letting you sit up with a stretch.

the couples rush quickly to their rooms, leaving a few stragglers to pick off the remaining bedrooms.

“i might just go home, rafe…” you look around tanneyhill, it's mostly dark, a majority of the lights shut off, giving the historic house a scary feel.

“ill drive you home if you want to, but if you don't want to sleep alone, my bed is open.” he says it so casually you're worried you misheard him.

“huh?” 

“nothing sexual.” he shakes his head. “just sharing a bed. ill even keep a nightlight on for you.”

“really?” you giggle. you only want to go home so you don't have to be in total darkness.

“yeah.” rafe places a hand on your upper back, guiding you towards his room. there's already a light on, but he clicks an extra lamp on, illuminating the room even further.

“thanks.” you mumble. “for during the movie and for this.”

“it's my pleasure.” rafe smiles, climbing into bed, everyone having changed into their pajamas before the movie. he flips the covers back, gesturing for you to slide under them.

you keep yourself towards the edge of the bed, not wanting to invade rafes space when he's already done so much for you.

“oh come on, get over here.” rafe opens his arms up, and you smile, shuffling over to place your head on his chest, legs tangling together. the steady beat of his heart relaxes your own as you place a hand on his torso, holding back your gasp when you realize how prominently you can feel his muscles through the fabric of his shirt.

rafe kisses the top of your head. it's sweet, so different from what you're used from him. you pick your head up to look into his blue eyes.

“thank you.”

rafe leans down, pressing your lips together in a soft kiss. “i mean what i said.” rafe gives them another peck. “nothing sexual tonight. but if after the party when you've had some time to think about it…”

you nod enthusiastically, a smile on both of your faces. “im sure ill find myself in your bed tomorrow night as well.”

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[poppy-metal]

i honor of that very stupid anon can we get more tashi cucking art. i think in honor of pride month we must put art in the cuck chair

its where he belongs.... see the thing about art is he hates being left out, that's a known fact. its also, for that reason, the best punishment.

usually tashi likes to watch - she's a master puppeteer. she likes seeing things play out by her design. controlling the outcome. but sometimes, she has to admit its more fun to be in the center of the action herself. she's still the one in control, the one with the least power is art. despite that, he's hard. flushed and throbbing against his stomach.

if you were paying attention - your mouth would be watering. but you're very much preoccupied. tashi has you splayed you, your back against her chest. both of you are naked, your skin starting to slick with sweat. she has her beautiful toned thighs hooked over yours, keeping your legs pinned apart exactly how she wants.

from arts view on the chair he was banished too he has a full view of your glistening cunt - clenching stomach and peaked breasts. tashi's kissing your neck, and you're sighing, leaning back into her. tashi feels so good. shes so soft - her skin is like silk, but you can tell where shes defined - where theres packed muscle. tashi's injury has never stopped her from working out. it makes you moan because you can feel the strength in her. how easily her legs over yours keep you spread wide - you couldn't get free if you tried, not that you would. still, it feels amazing to be rendered helpless.

one of her smooth hands trails across your collerbone, feeling where your breath stutters. her other hand is rubbing a hard silicone cock between the lips of your cunt.

its a dildo - one of her biggest - you still struggle to take it - but you're getting there. the more and more she glides the ridged head against your slit the slicker you become. the more open you get.

"think you'll be able to take it this time? this one's bigger than art." and it took you some time to be able to take all of him to the hilt. tashi's gaze flicks up to the man, sees the bead of pre dribbling from his slit despite the pained look on his face. he'd be begging if he wasn't gagged. as it is, his flushed face is desperate, eyes helpless to look away from where your cunt is slowly but surely getting worked open. "much bigger." she adds, just because.

you whine - rock your hips down against the toy prodding your entrance like you want to try and fit it inside already. always eager to please. "i can take it, mommy. please - i - i can -"

tashi knows it shouldn't make her so wet. that desperate note in your voice, that one you and art get when you want her approval. you would bend yourself backwards to make her proud, and that. that makes her clit fucking throb. she presses herself closer. her bare cunt at your back. you whimper at the feel of it and she brushes a soothing kiss against your jaw.

"you really think so? what if i said i wanted you to take it all, tonight. every fucking inch. all stuffed inside your little pussy."

the tip of the toy notches against your hole - starts to press in just the littlest bit.

"i will, i will. i will."

"it's really gonna stretch you out - "

"yes, yes - I'll take it. I'll take it all -"

tashi hides her smile in your shoulder. this is just too wonderful. art shifts in his chair across the room. his eyes flickering from your cunt being steadily worked more and more open to tashi - back and forth. she knows its killing him. not being able to be here on the bed with them both. he'd want to hold your hand, soothe your tears. he'd want to lick your little clit while your pussy was pushed to its limits. he cant even get an up close view from over there, not like tashi has, her chin hooked over your shoulder, watching the as the lips of your cunt flare apart beautifully to swallow the toy. he wont be able to see your clit physically pulsating. the way your pussy seems to suck the toy in.

and that kills him. she can tell by the clench of his thighs. the steady weeping of his pink cock. his shifty gaze and twitching body.

and he'll have to stay there for alot longer. he'll have to watch tashi fuck the dildo in and out of your soaked pussy until you cum around it at least three times. he'll probably have his own tears steaking down his face by then.

and tashi will finally be at her own limit. only when you're body is depleted and twitching will art be allowed to come to bed, to put his mouth to work between tashi's legs, to lap at her aching sex until she clenches around his tongue.

he'll be allowed to kiss your sore abused cunt, too. give it kitten licks and tell you how beautiful you looked. he'll get up to bring you both water. then crawl into bed between you.

but he wont be allowed to cum. he'll have to fall asleep with two of his sated girls on either side of him, falling asleep quickly after an exhausting night, with his hard cock throbbing and neglected.

maybe if tashi is feeling generous, she'll allow him to empty that hard load inside you in the morning. but maybe not. maybe she'll make him wait till he impresses her again.

[d1s1ntegrated]

i’ve been listening to this song on repeat and can’t get shiggy out of my head. can you please write something along these lines, cause oh my god would this be so hot🥵

porn star dancing shigaraki pov x stripper reader

summary: dabi drags shigaraki to a "titty bar" for his 21st birthday, because "being a virgin at 21 is like a dog who's never had a biscuit". 

cw: quirkless au! dabi and shiggy are best friends, drinking, strip club setting, shiggy's pov, alt!reader, oral virginity loss, language, nudity, oral (male rec), groping, whining, pining, slightsub!tomura, virgin!tomura, slightlydom!reader, teasing, private lap dance, happy ending lol, handjob, headshoving, dirty talk, basically just shiggy being an epic simp loser. wc: ~4230 words

this is from tomura's pov. i felt it would convey his sluttiness best :)

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"GET OFF THE GAME, DUMBASS. WE'RE GOING OUT". dabi's voice shouts from down the hall. i sigh and roll my eyes, yanking my headset off my head. usually, i'd ignore him, but i knew he wouldn't leave me alone today. i tried not to make a big deal about it, but he's been making a stink about my birthday for months now, as if drinking legally at a bar would feel any different than drinking illegally in my room. but, hell, if it gets him to shut up, i guess.

i groan and stretch myself out of my gaming chair, giving my prized possession a solemn goodbye, and trod out of my room. dabi is waiting in the hallway, leaning against the wall. "there you are, freak. you ready to go get wasted with a bunch of topless bitches?" he looks me up and down, smiling sadistically. i shrug, and he pats my shoulder.

"come on, lets get trashed." i know i can't argue with him, so i follow him out the door, thinking about how badly i'd rather go back to my room and play league. whatever.

---------------------------------------------------- the club is sketchy, to say the least. a dark grey exterior with no windows, just one neon sign above that reads "the silk iris" in flashy pink lettering. at least it's not named some weird shit like "vixen den".

i suck air in through my teeth as dabi lights a cigarette next to me. "can we go home?" i say miserably next to him. he chuckles, taking a long drag.

"fuck no, shigs. we're goin' in, and i'm gonna tell those pretty girlies in there that it's your birthday" he flashes his teeth at me and instead of a smile, i see a predator baring its fangs in warning. fuck my life. i try to beg him not to, but he's unreceptive.

"please, dabi, i'll go in, fine, but dont tell them shit, please" i clasp my hands together and shake them at him, as if im praying. but if dabi was a god, he was a cruel and evil one, who doesn't answer prayers.

"fine fine, shigaraki. i'll be nice, i promise." he curls his lips and tosses the finished cigarette to the ground, crushing the filter under his boot. he grabs my shoulder and guides me with an iron grip to the door. "lets go!" he slaps my back hard and i grimace. no going back now.

the door pushes open and immediately, the smell of heavy smoke and cheap cologne rushes my sinuses. theres another door between the club and the entrance, and a part of me wishes i could just sit in the lobby all night. but dabi whips his id out, and i reluctantly follow. we flash them at the bouncer, who nods and grins wide when he sees mine. "happy birthday man. have fun". his voice is gruff and deep, his body towering over mine. i force a slight smile, and nod "thanks" before begrudgingly going through the door.

the lights are low, thank god. deep reds and purples accent the darkly-painted walls, and the carpet is patterned with some vampiric-looking textile, and i study it intently. the music is so loud, the bass shakes my eardrums, and i groan. if i'm gonna be here all night, i'm gonna need a drink. dabi knows this already, and he drags me over to the bar and nods to an empty stool. i slink onto the worn leather and he yanks my hood off my head before he sits next to me. i grumble but he ignores me, and flags down the bartender.

a tall, slender girl in a very tiny bikini top struts over, big pearly smile on her face. her red hair curls gently around her face, and she greets us with a very peppy voice. "hi boys! what can i get for ya?"

dabi eyes the girl up and down and leans back in his seat a bit, giant smirk plastered to his face. his piercings tug at his lips as he answers, "hey doll. it's actually my buddy's birthday today," he claps my shoulder again and i shrink into myself, "what do you recommend?"

the girl claps her hands together and jumps a bit. "happy birthday sweetheart!" those teeth smile at me again, somehow wider than last time. she turns back to dabi and asks, "is this his first time?"

dabi answers with a bellowing laugh, "ohhh yeah. shig's gonna turn into a man tonight" he nudges me and i force out a laugh.

"well, shig," the bartender drags my name out sleazily, "i have just the thing for you." she trots away from us for a few moments, returning with a shot glass full of a bright green substance. "you like fruity drinks?" she asks and nods at me. i shrug and reply "i'm not sure". she lets out a high-pitched giggle and looks to dabi.

"and for you?""whatever's on tap, sweetheart. and a shot of jameson." his voice is low and he's still grinning. she returns half a second later with a tall beer glass, and a little shot of whiskey. she nods at us and says as she tends to another customer now, "ill start a tab for you boys."

i hesitantly pick up the shot glass and dabi picks his up with me. he raises his brows and laughs. "take the shot, pussy". he clinks his glass against mine and i take a deep breath as we take the first shot. it goes down surprisingly easy, much easier than the cheap whiskeys and vodkas i'm used to. its...actually fucking delicious. the bartender notices us and claps. she brings me another one a minute later and i take it fearlessly, the liquid shooting down to my core, warming me up. "thats a green tea shot, love. just in case you wanna order some more" she winks at me as she slides another shot to dabi, "my shift ends in about 5 minutes, so you'll have to order them yourself from now on! happy birthday, sweetie!" i smile at her, feeling my nerves slowly melting away. i thank her and turn to dabi.

"this isn't so bad" i give him a thumbs-up, and he returns it. he picks up the tiny glass and shoots it back, chasing it with the remainder of his beer. he blinks away the burn and shakes his head. "bartender was cute, eh?" he stifles a belch into his fist and claps my back again. "lets go, emo boy." i slide off the stool and follow him.

he leads me to a couple of seats near the stage. i did my best to avoid looking before, but now it was right in front of me. a couple of girls, about six or seven, were twirling around poles, walking up and down the stage, as men greedily shove their hands to touch them, stroke their legs, grab their asses. some shove dollar bills into their waistbands, others hand them bigger bills: tens, twenties, even some fifties. i scoff and take a seat next to dabi, who's already got his wallet out. he hands me a wad of ones, and i sigh.

"i'm not gonna shove my hands into some poor girls panties," i say to him. he glares at me and rolls his eyes. "the more you shove in there, the closer you get to having it, shig. its like buying pussy, bro. come on, just watch." he stands and leans over the stage as a short blonde crawls over, and he beckons her with a finger. he slides his hand over her barely-clothed tits and shoves a couple bills between them. she blows a kiss at him and stands, spinning around a pole and waving at a few of the men before the girls rotate. this goes on for a few minutes, and i feel myself growing uncomfortable with myself.

i grit my teeth and stand next to dabi, and do my best to entice one of the girls over to me. however, once the girl comes over to me, i panic, and end up just handing her a few of the bills in my hand. i wave and immediately smack myself in the face. stupid idiot, what the fuck was that? dabi notices my folly and laughs at me and shakes his head.

"you dumbass, what the hell was THAT?" he raises his voice over the music and i purse my lips.

"i dont know" i say quietly. my head is spinning from the alcohol. i groan and sit back in my seat, afraid to embarrass myself further. suddenly, the music quiets down, and a voice rings through the speaker, announcing a solo act. "please welcome the beautiful, the terrifying, the eat-your-heart-out....calypso!" the group of men cheer as they hear the name. i look confused as the lights switch to a deep sanguine red, and the music switches over from the bass-boosted r&b and rap to metal. a few of the men get up and go to the bar, but watch as they order drinks.

dabi gets up and i call out for him, but he raises a hand and says, "im getting drinks, dude chill! you'll be fine for two minutes!!" the lights brighten again as a girl comes onto the stage. she, like the others, is dressed scantily, but...differently. my eyes widen as she approaches further. she grabs one of the poles and swings her leg around it, and i can't peel my eyes away. her thigh grips the metal, her fishnets so tight against her, i can see the soft skin poking through the holes. the material stretches thin over her ass, which is plump, with only a tiny g-string to cover it. she drops to the floor and lays on her back, her tits spreading in the top as men grab at her, and she slaps them away. they cheer and lay the bills onto the stage, and she gradually grabs the money, shoving it down her top herself.

dabi returns and hands me another shot. i swiftly take it, not taking my eyes off the dancer on the stage. she wraps her hands around another pole and spins a few times before dropping back down, onto her knees this time. i bite my lip and dabi nudges me with his elbow.

"you like that one, shiggy?" he shouts over the heavy guitar solo. i nod slowly and watch her intently. he chuckles beside me and nods. calypso gets to the edge of the stage and i smack the rest of the ones i have in my hand right next to her tall, chunky boots. she notices me and stares down at me and licks her lips, and i feel myself melt. she bends over slowly and grabs the cash, and drags her long fingernail up my neck and jaw. i gulp as she winks at me and whispers something, but i cant hear her over the music.

i feel myself twitch in my pants. i smile weakly up at her and she turns away, collecting the rest of the money on the wooden floor. she then slowly grabs one of the strings of her top and pulls it, slowly unraveling the knot. she spins around as she pulls the top off completely, and tosses it haphazardly in my direction. i scramble up from my seat and grasp at it, unable to control my impulses. i greedily fist it and shove it into my hoodie pocket, hoping she doesn't notice who took it. i fling back in my seat and dabi high fives me.

"WOOOOO! ATTA BOY!" he shouts at me and downs the rest of his glass. i look back up to calypso on the stage, spinning around another pole sleazily. her movements are fluid and flawless, and i swallow the excess drool in my mouth as i watch her. the way her tits look, her supple curves, the jiggle of her ass against the metal and wood as she dances around the stage. none of the other women on the stage before had gotten my attention, but...she did. i cover my lap with my hands and spread my legs to hide the raging hard-on against my tight jeans.

the song ends after an excruciating few minutes and i let out the breath i didnt know i was holding. as she exists the stage, she drags a clawed hand against the mirror wall at the back of the stage. the whole crowd cheers, a few of the men going so far as to shout her name out. the next solo act comes out and i stand up, deciding to hide in the bathroom for a second. fuck, this doesnt look odd or anything.

i tap dabi's shoulder and tell him "i gotta piss, i'll be back" and he just nods as he stares intently at the next dancer.

i rush into the bathroom and slam the door behind me, locking the stall. i sigh and press myself against the shoddy stall door and yank the top i shoved into my pocket out. i press it to my face and inhale. my cock jumps in my pants as i do so, and i stifle a moan. it smells so sweet, and spicy, and just so fucking good. i palm at the front of my jeans as i inhale. fuck, her tits were in here. fuck. i rub my thumb over the soft material, imagining how it rubbed against her nipples, how the strings tugged at the weight of her tits. i shudder and shake my head, shoving the top back into my pocket. not here. i'll have all the time in the world to get off once i'm home, i remind myself. don't be the guy that jerks it in the public bathroom.

i gather myself as best as possible, splashing water on my face before exiting the bathroom. i shiver at the cold on my feverish face and push the heavy door open to see dabi standing outside, grinning maniacally.

"guess what, birthday bitch?" he tilts his head at me and chuckles. i stare with genuine fear as he points to one of the doors across from me.

"you see those doors, buddy?" i nod my head. "you know what's behind those doors?" i shake my head. the third door to the right opens and a man exits, looking absolutely blown away. a girl in a tight white bikini exists after him, looking distracted. fuck.

"dabi, nonononono, i do NOT want a private dance, nonono please" i tug at his jacket and he shakes me off.

"too bad, buddy. you're gettin' one." i whimper out in fear and clench my jaw. "come on, dumbass. youre 21 now. and youre still a virgin. it's kinda sad. at least get the experience of a lap dance, my god."

"dabi, i do not want a lap dance, i want to go-"

"shigaraki, a virgin at 21 is like a puppy who's never had a biscuit before. now go. second door. have fun!" he laughs evilly again and saunters off to the bar again, leaving me to my own devices.

i could run right now, or...

or i could man up and go get a fucking lap dance.

in private.

with a girl.

fuck it, i say to myself and go up to the second door. i take a deep breath and turn the knob, entering slowly. its empty.

what the fuck?

i take a seat on the giant plush....couch? futon? bed thing? i'm not quite sure, but it wraps around the room in a U-shape. the walls are made of all mirrors, with a sound system laid into the wall, and speakers next to the ceiling. i sit in the middle of the leather seats and scratch my neck anxiously. either dabi set me up real good, or...

a knock at the door startles me out of my thought and i look up. the door swings open and swiftly shuts. i recognize the body...the face...calypso walks in and raises her brows at me. every bit of my drunkenness dissipates at the sight.

"you're the birthday boy, huh? that's convenient. can i get my top back?" she says, her voice low and drawn out. she stares down at me and my eyes feel like they're going to fall out of my head. she's wearing something different now: a tight red top with a thong, pulled up around her hips, accentuating her curves. her boots are frighteningly large, thick leather straps and buckles crossing over her calves and thighs.

i fumble over my words as i pull the top out of my pocket, "i, how did you kn- i'm sorry" i wince at my own voice, and she laughs.

"giant mirror. the look on your face. i'm not dumb" she leans in and whispers the last lines into my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.

"oh...okay" i choke out. "sorry" i repeat, and she stands.

"good boy" she nods, and presses a button on the stereo. "porn star dancing" begins to play. i bite my lip and look up at her nervously. she traces my jaw with her nail, just like she did earlier, and climbs into my lap.

"do you want a lap dance, pretty boy?" her voice is sweet and sultry in my ears. i grip her thighs instinctively as she grinds into me slightly and i nod furiously. any intention i had of resisting is gone, as i glance at her ass in the mirror across from us. her thighs are warm and plush, and as she stands back up, i have to stifle my whimper. she turns around and bends over, giving me the perfect view of her ass. i reach out to grab it, and she turns around.

"ah ah, no touching yet, pretty boy." i exhale hard at the way the nickname rolls off her tongue. she continues to bend and sway in front of me, and my desperation grows. my saliva builds rapidly at the sight of her supple body teasing me, and i swallow hard again.

she brings herself back to face me, pushing her soft tits against me. they smell the same as her top, soft and spicy and sweet. i moan and plant a kiss to the flesh and she lets out a soft "hmm". i take this as an okay to touch her, and i bring my hand down hard on her ass, gripping it tightly. she gasps and flashes her wild eyes at me. she sits fully in my lap, grinding her ass against me, bouncing and bending on me.

i cant help but harden back up, my cock beating against it's jean prison again. my breath quickens as she slides off, and suddenly drags a hand to my upper thigh, squeezing it hard. i gasp at the touch and she laughs, a sickeningly seductive smile painting her beautiful face. my eyes roll back as she palms the front of my jeans.

wait.

i look to her now as she licks her lips and bites her lip. she drops down to her knees, her eyes glassy and half-shut as she stares up at me. i look at her in the mirror again, seeing her boots pressing against her plump ass again. i groan and push my hair back, and she fiddles with the front of my pants.

"your friend out there said you were a virgin, is that right?" she draws out, wicked and teasing. i nod and my cheeks flush with embarrassment. "you want me to fix that?" she questions nonchalantly as she pops the button of my jeans.

"wait, what?" i stumble, and she chuckles softly.

"i don't do this for everyone, you know." she points a cruel finger at me, "but when i saw how desperate you got out there, i honestly wondered if i could break you. thank god your friend asked me for the dance, otherwise i'd have to come find you myself" she laughs lowly, and i shiver.

i cant find the words, so i just nod furiously. she smiles up at me and unzips the front of my jeans. i help her by pushing down my boxers, letting my cock spring free. she gives a soft surprised look, and i furrow my brows.

"you're much bigger than i expected" she whispers, and wraps a hand lazily around my shaft. if i wasn't so turned on right now, i might take that offensively. but as she wraps her pouty lips around the tip, i throw my head back, ignoring any cues that this might not be a part of the lap dance.

her tongue swirls luridly around my tip, causing me to gasp. i'm already overstimulated, my cock twitching and jumping at her touch. she takes me deeper down her throat until her nose buries into my skin, and she lets out a low hum against the throbbing appendage. as i moan, she wraps her hand back around, sliding it alongside where she sucks me off, the doubled sensation causing my hips to buck up. she giggles around my dick as she sucks it, and i tangle my pale fingers into her hair. its so soft, just like the rest of her. she moans softly at the sensation of me pulling it, and i whimper. she pulls off of me with a gentle "pop" and i groan.

"you sound so fucking pathetic, pretty boy" she whispers.

"t-tomura. call me tomura" i choke out in rushed breath, and she nods.

"tomura. pretty name for a pretty boy" she nods, and i cant help but moan again at how she says my name. she brings my cock back into her mouth and drags her tongue all the way up, wrapping her soft fingers around my balls and squeezing gently. my body feels like its on fire and i start to feel myself breaking.

"ah-ah, ha, fuck" my breaths tangle with the mantra of swears and incoherent noises spilling from my mouth. i make no effort to stifle myself, there's no point. i grip her hair harder and she presses her teeth ever so slightly into the flesh of my cock, and i tremble. the sensations are driving me wild, and i completely lose control. i watch as her mouth slides up and down, her spit dripping down my length, tangling with the mess of precum already spilling from me.

"hnng, fuck, agh, ah ah, ah, i'm gonna" i whimper out, and she only looks up at me, not stopping. her grip on my balls tightens as i twitch inside her warm mouth, and the sight sends me over the edge.

"god, FUCK, fuck, ah, fuck, i'm cumming, oh fuck, i'm cumming" i pant out, and shove her head all the way down as my cock sputters. she chokes slightly around me as i feel the thick ribbons shoot down her tight throat. i whimper and moan out unapologetically, and she keeps sucking even after i finish, sending volts of electricity through my entire body. she pulls off of me sloppily, a string of drool and cum dripping from her lips. i twitch as the aftershock rumbles through me, feeling the alcohol (and blood) rush back to my head. my breathing staggered. she wipes her mouth with the bottom of my hoodie, and stands.

"you did such a good job, tomura" her voice is slightly raspy as she praises me, and strokes my face. i smile weakly up at her.

"th-thank you, calypso" i breathe out, and she returns the soft smile.

"happy birthday, pretty boy" she turns the music down and heads for the door.

"wait" i bleat out, and she turns, "can we...can i see you again?" she laughs with an exhale, and grins.

"come back next weekend." she replies, and my heart seizes. i nod and look at the floor.

"can i have your number?" i ask quietly.

she chuckles and shakes her head no.

"do you want...the top back?" i hand it to her, and she shakes her head.

"consider it your birthday present." and she walks out the door before i can respond. i shove the top back in my pocket and fix my clothes, checking myself in the mirror before exiting a couple minutes after her.

as always, dabi is standing across from the door, unlit cigarette hanging from his lip. "how'd it go, buddy?" he chortles, and i look up at him.

"we're coming back next weekend" i say, and without another word, i head out the front doors. the bouncer nods at us as we exit, and dabi follows behind with a "fuck yes!".

when we return home, i fling myself into my bed and yank the top out of my pocket. i examine every speck of glitter, the tag, everything. i slip the padding out of it, just for shits, and notice in thin black ink:

"your lucky day.

XXX-XXX-XXXX."

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hope u enjoyed! i finished this at 3:50am and poured my whole ass heart into it. i had a lot of fun writing this :D

lmk if i should write more from shigs pov, or if a reader pov would be better, i tried to be experimental ;-;

thank u for the request as always!!

xoxo

[fallout-drabbles-n-stuff]

Romanced companions react to sole asking them "you wanna fuck louder than them to assert dominance?" (Context: they are in a hotel and theres people banging in the room next to/above them)

Cait:

“God, it’s like ya stole the words right out my brain..”

Curie:

“Well I guess that’s one way to do it, Cher. However I must ask, must we be extraordinarily loud?” *blush*

Danse:

•Those eyebrows are shooting straight out of the ceiling

“Are you..are you serious?”

Deacon:

“Oh baby, was starting to think you wouldn’t ask. *chuckles* How do you want me tonight? Think about that while I stretch..”

Gage:

“Heh, only if I get to be the ‘boss’ tonight, sugar.”

Hancock:

“I promise we’ll beat them in no time but hey, probably should drive it home anyways..just one second- I’ll get the fun stuff. *wink*”

Macready:

“I mean I’m not saying no but..uh..”

Maxson:

“That would be extremely undignified…yes, yes I want to.”

Nick:

“*sigh* Just come here..”

Piper:

“What in the world am I gonna do with you, huh, blue? *chuckles and continues to unpack.*”

Preston:

“Babe, are you crazy?”

X6-88:

“There are other ways to make them be quiet if it is the noise that is bothering you, dear.”

[midnightblues444]

Jaded |

situationship!various x fem!reader

Content warnings: smut and toxic relationship

A/n: Was listening to jaded by drake and thought of this, also been way too busy lately but dont worry things are cominggg

"I miss u"

He stares at the notification intently, after a while he can feel his heart beating steadily again. You haven't spoken in a month or so, mostly because of you, so instead of an apology you decide to text him this shit

Typical

Your relationship was- or is a complicated thing to explain.

It began with a mutual agreement that neither of you are " looking for a relationship at this point" and how you both "just want to keep it casual". To be honest he can't really label what exactly you agreed to, but he just went with it cause the sex is really good.

Usually he's a logical person by nature, never straying from his "no strings attached" rules, he finally crumbled after meeting his match, shreds of logic slipping between those prettily manicured fingers of yours.

You changed everything for him, from how he thought to how he acts. From the first time you fucked, there was something compelling him not to ghost you like the other girls, he was so drawn you, he became whipped.

Your situationship was fun at first, he enjoyed reaping all the rewards of low commitment by having chemistry like no other with you.

That was before jealousy crept in, along with the sudden question of "what are we". That's when the arguments really began. Angry sex, petty acts to make the other jealous, what you had became a mess that you said "you need a break from".

And now youre saying; you miss him

Confusing, that's what this is. He doesn't understand you, he doesn't understand who he is with you, he doesn't understand why he's pulling on his shoes and slipping a condom into his jeans.

When he finds himself at your doorstep he simply knocks, he didnt bother texting back because he knows you well enough. Opening the door, you're half surprised, taking merely a second to process the fact that he was here announced, allowing him in without hesitation.

You hug him, tight. Whispering I missed yous into his chest, he cant help but hug you back wrapping you in his big arms, he missed you too after all. The conversation is a brief breakdown figuring out if you need to be angry at eachother or not. A type of small talk where you both passively check loyalty during your "break" .

He asks you how you've been and hat you been up to fighting the urge to ask who've you been up to, concluding that he doesn't want to fight about it.

He kisses you instead, hot and desperate, big hands tracing the curves of your body. Your hands are in his hair, pulling him impossibly closer, you get lost in the familiarity of it all the heat between you getting hotter. He knows your apartment well, never needing to break the kiss while guiding you to the room.

You don't make it all the way to the bed, finding refuge on your dresser. "God I missed you " he says breathless once your shirts gone, pulling down your shorts.

Such a gentlemen, doing all the work for you,

In one motion his shirt is gone, and hes unbuttoned his pants. His focus is directed at your neck, and tits. Bruises and bites begin to decorate your skin. Placing a condom wrapper between his teeth, he starts to release himself from his boxers.

"Need some help there sweets?" you ask sweetly, mischief stretching across your face. He nods, and let's you take the condom out. Touching him teasingly before slipping it on his length,

"Fuck" he whispers watching intently, as you align him with your entrance, slowly sliding in.

You hum at the sensation, deciding to place your hands on his shoulders. Its a gentle harshness he grips your hips with, firmly pulling you close as he begins rythmically rolling into your spot.

His pace harsh as he breathlessly groans into the crook of your neck, the sound of skin clapping fills the room along with your sinful whimpers and his deep groans

Theres no place he'd rather be than inside you is all he thinks

DABI, Hawks, Aizawa, Rindou, Hanma, RAN, Baji, Draken, Suna, Atsumu, Geto, Gojo, sakuna, TOJI , Eren

[ask4mycashapp]

fangs r hot

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warnings: biting, blood, hickeys, licking, fingering, monster cock (?), riding, mirror sex, choking, begging, groping, teasing, pet names: bunny, bun, pretty, dolly, sweets.

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you always knew your boyfriend had fangs, but you never really thought about them in depth.

now theyre the only thing you could think about, specifically howd they feel on your neck. youre surprised that youve never thought about them before, especially considering the fact they make lilia look awfully hotter. they add to his aesthetic, his charm.

you would be lying if you said they didnt put some... inappropriate... thoughts in your head.

as these unholy fantasies occupied your mind your boyfriend lilia stopped his rant, noticing you werent exactly listening. what lilia also noticed was your gaze, which wasnt on his eyes as it usually was, rather on his... mouth?

...oh he gets it.

youre looking at his teeth, arent you...?

instead of being scared like a normal human, instead of being scared as he thought youd be, you look to be aroused.

he wanted to laugh, youre aroused. any other human would run frightened and youre sitting pretty with your thighs clenched, trying your best to relieve the ache between your legs without him noticing.

this is why lilia chose you, youre so unpredictable. it makes you interesting, fun to play with.

but unfortunately for you, your boyfriend pays too much attention to you to not notice something like that.

"fascinated by my fangs, hm? bet you want me to bite you sooo bad, dont you bunny?"

"maybe i do, is it that obvious?"

"mhm, but dont worry ill take real good care of you, bun <3."

with that he kissed your lips before placing you onto his lap, pulling a creak from the bed. lilia positioned your back to his chest, making sure you could see the both of you in the full length mirror propped on the wall infront of you.

lilia brings his mouth down to your neck before shifting his eyes to stare at yours through the mirror, lilia smiles and bites down into your neck.

you frown at the contact, lilia treats you as if youre so fragile, youre not. so you decide to poke the bat bear,

"aww that was barely a graze, lilia. are you underestimating my strength or perhaps, losing your own?"

"thosell be your famous last words, sweets."

lilias grins goes wide as he bites again this time drawing blood, as well as a loud moan from you, followed by you grinding down hard on lilias thigh.

lilia continues his assault on your neck, though.

he bites, licks, and sucks, leaving strings of hickeys in his stead along with trickles of blood. and once theres no more room left on your neck he moves to take your shirt off and picking up where he left off. lilia gropes and pinches your tits too, he always makes sure to overstimulate you.

"mmph.. lilia i need you now," you whined out, "need your cock to stretch me out."

"patience, dolly. ill fuck you soon, need to prep ya first, mkay?"

"but i need you now-"

youre cut off by the feeling of lilias fingers slipping up your uniform skirt, into your panties and into your pretty cunt. lilia continues to thrust his fingers into you, gradually increasing his pace, while he releases his cock from the confines of his pants.

lilias cock alway makes you see stars.

his cock is a blushy pink color with black and pink scales instead of hair. its abnormally thick too, as well as being long. for comparison, when you give him handjobs your hand cant even wrap around it entirely. its a struggle to fit all 8 inches of him into you, as well.

after stretching you out, lilia never does stretch you enough so you can feel him stretch you with his cock ;), he positions you ontop of his dick and slams you down.

you scream, starting to cry and lilia relishes in every second of it. lilia coos at you, trying to distract you as he builds speed.

and it works.

your head slowly goes blank and all you can think about is lilia, his cock and how good you feel. your eyes are spun back in your head, letting the pleasure wash over you, fully entrusting yourself to your boyfriend.

lilia takes real good care of you too, just like he promised. he makes sure to hit your spongey spots in the best ways possible. he plays with your clit with one hand while the other squeezes on your throat. lilia tightens the knot in your stomach so nicely that you dont even have the chance to tell him before it snaps.

he feels your walls spasming on his dick, pushing him over the edge himself. he slams you down one more time, throwing his head back.

both of you enjoy your highs and come back down to reality. you give eachother one last passionate kiss before seperating your most intimate parts to go clean yourselves up <3.

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idk if this is good or not 🤷‍♀️ just have it ig 🤲🏼.

everything ?

[intersex-perv-writes]

"sex isn't that big of a deal, everyone acts like its more fun than it is"

at least that's what you told your self until tonight. Finally, you gave in. Its not that you couldn't get any, or that you where ugly. beauty is subjective. You just where far to nervous to look someone in the eyes as they used you. to ask someone to violate your warm wet holes. it seemed dirty, worse than that it seemed awkward to position someone for a hookup. Your aromantic however and don't want to get in a relationship, so you thought you'd just give up.

that was until the free use rooms opened. anyone with a pussy would volunteer to be put in a vaginal glory hole, only their ass and legs sticking out the wall. Inside the sluts are strapped in place after signing an agreement to being used. Most dont even really read it!

So, you find yourself laying down on your back in the glory hole stock. You couldnt take it anymore, you signed up, you let the people strap you in. Soon you can hear people shuffling in the other room, the one that YOUR little tight pussy is on display it. before you know it, a cock head is prodding your entrance and it feels wonderful

Youve been empty for so long, you and that cunt of yours. Now theres a hard cock much to big for you pushing its way inside. Its only halfway in and your bodys twitching in pleasure and pain. Your so full and stretched out, its the most lovely moment of your life. Nothing youve ever done has been as important as this, you really are a slut. All you can think about is the throbbing cock pushing its way into you.

then before you know it, its all the way in. the tip is kissing the entrance to YOUR cervix. now your pussys full, but somehting else is still empty. Something that must be filled right away. And it will soon, because your ovulating and didnt read the fine print. You signed up for the condom free breeding room <3

[1-800-deactivatednearu]

click to see the first image at full size!

[image description: two digital drawings. first is of scout's ma as a drag queen. she is posed like the engraving on the side of the ambassador, standing with one leg bent slightly and a smug smile. she holds one open fan in front of her thigh and the other behind her head, both blue and with "Bang!" written in white cursive. the front fan is slightly bloodstained. she wears a navy pinstripe sheath dress that buttons up the front and a detached shirt collar and bow tie. the collar is square, with lapels like a suit jacket. she has blue eye shadow, red lipstick, and sharply contoured cheekbones.

second drawing is of spy sitting at her feet as she lights his cigarette, holding his jaw in her hand. scout's ma wears a lighter blue dress with long sleeves and a back cutout, striped with yellow and dark blue. spy is a drag king is a large black furry coat with light brown trim, a straw hat, pink pants, and a leather harness. /end description.]

shes mama but she also responds to mommy ;)

(she/her pronouns for mama, he/him pronouns for james bondage (drag king spy)!)

the thought process talk got a little long, see more under the cut!

the main inspiration was honestly her beehive and the hand fans in the ambassador engraving and then i ran with it :) was looking at her and thinking that her design is so distinct its fairly easy to keep recognizable (for anyone curious, its the beehive, headband, mod dress, square neckline, belt)

the first design is based off spy films! the ambassador was an incredibly strong influence . i would not call this a masc look by any stretch of the imagination but i was aiming for relatively more masc . i was somewhat inspired by james bond i think? but its not too unique of a look . it can be any spy . it could even be tf2 spy! which is why she has a matching belt and watch

a bit of a relic of the past (as in ideas on the cutting room floor) is that her sleeves are so puffy because i was considering having her dress be made of a shiny material and i like how light looks on scrunchy shiny material :)

the fans say bang because i think it would be incredibly funny to snap them open . dont worry about the blood . i was planning for her to have a gun strapped to her leg but theres no space for it, unfortunately :(

the second is the result of challenging myself to vary her dress a little more while keeping the same silhouette . its not too exciting in changes construction wise! but the back cutout is because i love rendering skin and if the angle permits it then... i was leaning more into the mod dress look with the patterning this time around, its a lot lighter this time around in colors because i deserve more fun coloring this time around! tossed in yellow as the popular accent color of choice .

james bondage is far less inspired whoops . the plan was more or less "i want to make him look like an expensive cat" . the leather harness was realizing i have got to capitalize off the bondage part . i do not know how to feel about the wearing it over a jacket that big

with james bondage i went pose first, then clothes, then clothes on the pose. which is to say, this outfit is probably more exciting without the jacket . whoops!

[image description: digital sketch of spy's full outfit from the drawing of him with scout's ma. obscured details: his black gloves are at opera length with belts attached, the straw hat has a ribbon that match his pants, the pants have two buttons as opposed to one for the fly, and he is wearing ankle length boots with stilettos and red soles. end description.]

[misfit0789]

"Can we switch?"

Kyra Cooney-Cross x Reader

Summary: R has a shitty day at work and just wants to be held.

Word count: 1k

Warnings: None

Today could not have gone worse. My boss took the only project I was working on and gave it to some new kid on another team leaving me with nothing. Every message and email I sent was unanswered. I hate my job. Yes I get to work from home, but that is the only plus side as I get to work on tasks around the house while Kyra is at training.

I unlock the front door and throw my bag on the bench to my left before toeing off my shoes and bending down to pet my cats Harley & Ryder.

"Babe I'm home," I call out to my wife.

"Living room babe!" I hear back. I trudge my way through the apartment hearing the TV get louder the closer I get to her. I turn the corner and see her laid out on the couch. Harley and Ryder, who are following behind me, jump on their tower in the corner. I walk over to her picking up her legs, setting them back down on my lap as I sit.

"Bad day?" She asks pausing the TV and sitting up cuddling into my shoulder rubbing my bicep. I sigh again and not leaning my head on hers massaging her legs as I usually do. We sit in silence for a few minutes holding each other. I can feel myself relaxing having her in my arms but I need more…

"Babe?" she hums in response but remains unmoving. "Can we switch?" she pulls back a confused look on her face. I let out a breath and rub the back of my neck before explaining further. "Can you- I mean will you hold me instead?" her features soften. "Don't get me wrong I love holding you like this but I just- I don't know today was rough and I think being in your arms will make me feel 10x better." She smiles at me before scooching back to her earlier position opening her arms wide, a soft smile on her face.

"My love you never have to ask for me to hold you, nor do you need to explain why you want me to. When we got married it was for better or for worse remember? I will never question you or poke fun when you need something from me." I smile and move over laying on top of her, my face tucking into her neck, my arms wrapping around her waist as I snuggle into her further. Her arms wrap around my shoulders and squeezes me. I can feel the rest of the stress leave my body as a wave of sleep overcomes me. "Sleep my love. I'll be here when you wake up. I love you" I mumble back my love for her before sleep overcomes me, but not before feeing her press a kiss to my head.

~~~~

I wake up as I feel one of the cats walking on my back. I stretch slightly before laying back down and closing my eyes. I crack one eye open when I feel more than hear Kyra chuckling.

"Comfy my love?" I nod pressing my head further into her. She presses a kiss to my head as she runs her nails along my back. I release a sigh and squeeze my arms that are stills wrapped around her waist. "What happened today my love? I've never seen ypu this upset after work before. I mean I know your boss is usually an ass but I've never seen you this upset." I pull back a bit so she can hear me speak.

"You basically said it. He's a ass. You know that project I was working on? The one coming up in a few weeks?" I can feel her nod so I continue. "Well theres this new kid that started a couple months ago that he decided was doing better than me so he gave them my project leaving me with nothing to do. I've sent him countless messages and emails asking why he did that and what he wants me to do now but he hasn’t responded to me. I don't want to go back there Ky. I do all of this work and never get the credit I deserve." I fight back the tears threatening to escape. She pulls me closer before gently lifting my head to look her in the eye.

"Baby, you are working in a field that your degree isn't even it. I don't blame you for being so unhappy there. I told the girls I wanted to wait and tell you next week but I think now is as good a time as any. You know how your degree is in sports medicine but you didn't find anything you wanted to pursue in the field?" I look at her confused but nod. "Well turns out there is an opening for a physio on the team. Since everyone knows what you went to school for the girls and Jonas were begging me to ask you to take the position. That is if you're up for it?" She trails off. I look at her in shock before standing and pulling her up into my arms.

"I would love to!! Getting to work with you everyday and not having to be alone here when you travel for away games. There is no doubt I want the position!" I lean down and press a kiss to her lips causing her to gasp in surprise before reciprocating. "There is nowhere else I would rather work." I whisper against her lips. She smiles wrapping her arms around my neck.

"I can't wait to work with you. I'll text Leah to let Jonas know you accept the position." She moves to grab her phone, but I reach out and grab her hand.

"Ky?"

"Yeah?" She looks at me with those gorgeous brown eyes.

"I love you," She smiles and leans up pressing a kiss to my lips.

"I love you too, now let me go text Leah so we can celebrate you leaving that boring ass office job," I chuckle and nod pressing another kiss to her lips before letting her go.

How did I get so lucky so young?

[mywonbin]

wonbin being too scared to go on rides. he hasnt liked them since a little boy—hes never been on one but just looking at all the ups and downs and twists and turns is too intimidating. the gut to throat feeling when going down a really steep and fast coaster doesnt seem like a nice feeling to him. he doesnt understand why anyone enjoys that. wheres the pleasure? he is not the type to sacrifice his own comfort just to prove his image to you. when it comes to something scary—theres no room for discussion. he. is. not. doing. it. he doesnt care if you laugh at him or call him a loser or whatever other name. it wont diminish his ego anyway. hes more than fine to let you go do it alone as he watches from afar. on the ground. behind the safety barrier. maybe even a couple inches back from the safety barrier. just for extra safety. after all it was your idea to come to an amusement park. you knew he wasnt gonna go on the rides with you. like how dare you take your babygirl princess to a place he hates most. . . “come onnnn, ill hold your hand the whole time wonbin i promise~ its gonna be fun” even with your sweet tone he still looks at you with a completely appalled look that youre seriously trying to convince him right now. you grab at his wrists and try pulling him toward the line of the ride. youre stretching his arms out as his feet stay glued to the cement beneath them refusing to move. obviously hes not gonna budge but you just like to tease him. he throws his head back and complains. you laugh at his annoyed reaction. so you take his hands and instead drag him to a churro stand from across your view (which you know he wont reject) . you sit on a bench and share your cinnamon and sugar coated rods of fried dough—wiping the residues off his face every once in a while. you sit and lovingly stare at your boyfriend taking in his gentle nature. hes just a boy who doesnt like scary things and that makes him him

[driflew]

another zero context renchanting au scene, from yet another au w cherri. this one doesnt have a name (we've just been calling it "witch au" w the vague promise to make a better name eventually that has not yet been fulfilled) but theres witches and werewolves and it's a fun time.

anyway. here's a scene where Ren doesnt know what the hell is happening. see if you can figure it out faster than he does

Ren wakes with a start. His whole body tingles; there’s pins and needles through every limb, wrapped around his spine, and laced just below every rib. The only thing he can feel is a burning in his throat, and he forces his half-numb body to roll over onto his stomach to force out whatever is lodged there. He coughs violently into the hardwood floor below him, and what comes up is sticky clumps of something red-brown. 

“Woah, hey, you’re okay,” it takes Ren a half-moment to register Martyn’s hand on his back, but no time at all to recognize his voice. “You’re fine, you’re okay.” 

Ren keeps coughing until he feels he can breathe again, Martyn smoothing short lines and circles down his shoulder and through his hair. Ren’s not wearing a shirt, if the immediacy of Martyn’s palm against the skin of his back is anything to go by, but he doesn’t raise his head to check. 

“I’m—?” Ren says, unsure what he’s asking, because he’s having a bit of trouble thinking. His head feels full of cotton, asleep as every one of his limbs. 

“You’re okay,” Martyn assures, “Can you sit up for me? I want to check you over.” 

Ren does as he’s told, but the movements are awkward. When he pries himself off the ground, he finds himself to be in Martyn’s living room, though Martyn has moved the rug to make for some kind of magic circle. The two of them are sitting in the middle, candles and spellbooks about nearby. The most worrying thing Ren sees is a bloody pile of fur—normally, Ren would assume any dead animals to be his own doing, but rabbits and squirrels like the ones he sees are too small to be of interest to the wolf, and the wounds are too clean to be his claws or teeth. 

If Ren had to guess, Ren would say Martyn stabbed an alarming number of small animals right beside Ren’s head while he slept off his transformation, though he has no idea why Martyn would do anything like that. 

Martyn’s hand smoothes over Ren’s chest, palm flat over his heart, distracting Ren entirely from his thoughts. Ren looks down—no, he isn’t wearing anything, though it’s not like it’s the first time Martyn’s seen him like this, what with the amount of full moons he’s weathered and returned to himself from in Martyn’s company. It’s the first time Martyn’s been even remotely touchy with him, though, which Ren finds absolutely baffling. 

“How do you feel?” Martyn asks. He applies some pressure to Ren’s chest, though Ren has no idea what he’s trying to do. 

“I feel…” Ren has to think for a moment, but his thoughts feel difficult to wrangle, “Strange.” 

“Strange?” Martyn asks. Ren lifts one of his hands, stretching and uncurling his fingers. The pins and needles feeling begins to clear, leaving his body feeling clumsy and sore. 

“I dunno,” Ren says. His tongue is no exception to the strange state of Ren’s muscles, but if Martyn notices the slur in his words, he doesn’t say. 

“Okay,” Martyn says, “What’s the last thing you remember?” 

“I…” Ren trails off. He isn’t sure about that, either. Was it the full moon last night? It must be, if he’s naked on Martyn’s floor, but he doesn’t remember anything else. 

“It’s okay,” Martyn says, but he doesn’t sound okay. “Do you remember who you are?” 

“Ren,” Ren says, because he does know that, and he’s not sure why Martyn would think he doesn’t. 

“Good. Do you…” Martyn moves his hand from Ren’s chest to his hair, twisting one of the loose strands hanging down Ren’s chest between two fingers and a thumb. “You know me, right?” 

“Yeah,” Ren says, “Martyn.” 

“Good,” Martyn says, “I’d be really offended if you forgot me.” 

Ren laughs under his breath, but doesn’t comment on it. The harder he thinks back to his last memory, the more fuzzy he feels. They haven’t bothered with trying to sedate the wolf in months—did something change? Did he do something different? Why can’t Ren recall anything from last night?

“Did we use a new sedative?” Ren asks. He doesn’t know what else would leave him feeling this out of it, though he can’t remember taking anything. 

Martyn’s hand freezes in his hair. 

“You don’t remember?” Martyn asks. Ren shakes his head—Martyn releases his hair to free it for the movement, dropping his hand down to rest on Ren’s leg. Ren��s eye follows it down, where he finds he appears to be wrapped in a bedsheet, spare fabric bunching around his waist. 

“No,” Ren says, “I don’t— my head feels weird.” 

“It’ll pass,” Martyn promises him, reaching up to place both hands on either temple. “Close your eyes. This’ll help.” 

Ren does as he’s told. There’s a flash against his eyelids, and when Martyn pulls his hands away, Ren finds he can think a little clearer. 

“What else?” Martyn asks, “Are you in pain?” 

“I’m sore. Especially,” Ren says, reaching up to touch his neck. Before he can reach it, Martyn snatches his hand, threading their fingers together. 

“Don’t touch your neck,” Martyn says. It’s the first time he’s gotten curt with Ren since he woke, Ren realizes, and the thought makes him laugh. 

“Whatever you say, Doctor,” Ren says, “What happened last night?” 

“You really don’t remember anything?” Martyn asks. Ren shrugs.

“No. Maybe? I'm completely at a loss, dude. If you say something about it I might remember?”

“Right,” Martyn whispers. "it was..."

Martyn trails off, something uncharacteristically vulnerable in his face. He looks Ren up and down once, releasing Ren’s hand to smooth his hand over Ren’s chest. He presses on a few points—Ren’s stomach, Ren’s shoulder, Ren’s heart—watching Ren’s face for a reaction. When he gets nothing more than a twitch and some laughter, he launches himself forward, wrapping himself around Ren’s torso.

“Martyn?” Ren asks. He returns the hug on instinct, letting Martyn settle against him. Martyn’s really warm, Ren observes idly. If Martyn’s face weren’t already tucked against Ren’s chest, Ren would be burying his in Martyn’s neck, chasing away the chill he’s only just noticing.

“I’m really glad you’re okay,” Martyn says. His voice is very quiet, but more surprising than that, it cracks. Ren doesn’t know what to do with that, but when he feels water on his shoulder, he doesn’t hesitate to squeeze Martyn closer to himself.

“I’m okay,” Ren says, unsure what else to tell him. He smooths a hand through Martyn’s hair, though it’s greasy, and his fingers catch on quite a few knots. “We’re okay. You’re okay.”

Martyn’s breath hitches, and Ren moves his hand to Martyn’s back. He scratches his nails gently over the fabric, hushing Martyn to soothe him. He doesn't even know how to begin to guess the cause of Martyn's behavior, and even clearing half the cotton from his head hasn't helped him to process Martyn's tears on his skin.

“It’s okay,” Ren whispers, leaning the side of his head against Martyn’s temple, “Let it out. I’ll be right here. I promise. I’m not going anywhere.”

The sound which tears out of Martyn’s throat is unlike anything Ren has ever heard from him before, ragged and wretched and wet. Ren’s heart shatters for him, though he doesn’t know why.

“I’m sorry,” Martyn says, voice shaking. He curls his hands tightly into Ren’s hair, and it hurts, but Ren lets him, “I’m so sorry.” 

“It’s okay,” Ren doesn’t know what he’s apologizing for. A bead of water rolls down Ren’s chest. “Why are you sorry?” 

Martyn can’t answer—as soon as he opens his mouth, his breath catches, and his entire body shakes with a violent sob. Ren holds him a bit tighter. 

“Don’t tell me. Don’t worry about it,” Ren quickly corrects, “I’m here. We can talk later. I’m not going anywhere.” 

Martyn sobs again, choking on his own tears. Ren’s chest aches for him, but he falls silent—it seems even simple assurances can tip Martyn over the edge. 

Ren holds him for what feels like hours, lightly scratching Martyn’s back as he slowly loses feeling in his knees. Martyn collects himself in pieces, reigning in his tears in staggered, shaking gasps. When his breathing returns almost to normal, he pulls back, wiping his face with his arm. 

“I’ll— Let me clean my face,” Martyn says, jumping back from Ren as though he’s been shocked. “There’s clothes for you on the ground. Sorry. Probably should’ve let you get dressed before I— that was stupid of me.” 

“Nothing to apologize for,” Ren smiles. Martyn looks almost as though he’s been struck, but he runs off before Ren can reply. 

Ren collects his clothes off the floor quietly. His legs wobble when he tries to stand, and he gets dressed sitting on Martyn’s couch. Trying to tie the knots fastening his shirt proves to be a more difficult challenge—his fingers struggle with the fine movements enough he’s still not tied it by the time Martyn returns, face puffy but dry. 

“Can you help me?” Ren asks. Martyn’s brow furrows. 

“Can’t tie a knot?” Martyn asks, closing the distance to kneel at Ren’s feet. Ren shrugs. 

“My fingers aren’t working right.” 

“Right,” Martyn says. He ties the knot on Ren’s behalf, then captures both of Ren’s hands, clasping them between his own. A soft light slips out between his fingers, and Ren’s numb, clumsy fingers feel a bit more alive. 

“Thank you,” Ren says, but when he smiles at Martyn, Martyn looks away. 

“Least I could do,” Martyn says. “Is anywhere else bothering you?”

“My legs,” Ren says, “I was having trouble standing.” 

“I’ve got you,” Martyn says. He kneels, setting a glowing hand on either of Ren's leg and moving gradually down, gentle light and fleeting touch contrasted against an expression of stony concentration. Ren's leg returns to life under his palm, and once he reaches the end of Ren's limbs, he moves to Ren’s arm without even being asked. Martyn cups his hands around Ren’s shoulder and trails his arm all the way down to his hand, healing one arm at a time. Finished with Ren's limbs, he traces soft light over Ren's torso, his shoulders, his sides, his face—anywhere he can think of, letting warmth sink back into each and every one of Ren's muscles, all without Ren needing to ask, or even mention it at all. 

It's appreciated, of course, but the overwhelming completeness and care of it is a bit much, at least coming from a man whose normal concept of affection tends to be annoying Ren until he gets bored.

“Uh. Thank you?” Ren says. Martyn still isn’t looking at him. He stays where he is, kneeling at Ren's feet, his eyes locked on Ren’s hands clasped in his lap. 

“Anytime,” Martyn says. He reaches out, putting one hand over Ren’s and meeting Ren’s eyes with an intense sort of devotion Ren has never seen in him before. “I mean that. No matter what, okay? I’m going to keep you safe. I promise.” 

“Okay,” Ren says, unsure what to make of the certainty burning in Martyn’s expression. Is this really the same man who had rolled his eyes at Ren wanting to come over to spend the full moon together just a few hours ago? 

“Okay?” Martyn snickers, not impressed with Ren's lack of real response. Ren flushes. 

“I don’t know. You’re being weird,” Ren says, “Good weird. But still weird. What happened last night?” 

Martyn's face falls. Ren regrets asking. 

“You don’t have to tell—”

“You died.” 

“…What?” Ren asks. 

“You died. I— We got caught. Your neighbors found you. They cornered you after you changed back. I couldn't do anything about it, I'd— They'd have known I was a witch if I said anything to defend you, so I—” Martyn cuts himself off, deciding just to get to the point: “They had you beheaded. It was… it’s better if you don’t remember, if I'm honest.”

Ren reaches up to touch his neck. This time, Martyn doesn’t stop him. Ren's fingers brush over rough stitching and a rougher scar, and his stomach turns. It doesn't hurt, not really, but he can recognize the thick stitching for what it is.

Suddenly, Ren is very grateful Martyn stopped him from touching his neck earlier. He drops his hand, resolving to avoid making this mistake again.

When he looks at Martyn again, he suddenly understands the guilty, sad look Martyn's been giving him all morning.

“I’ve been trying to bring you back for a week.” 

“I’ve been dead for a week?” Ren’s voice comes out almost as a squeak.

Even with the gravity of the situation, Martyn still laughs at him. 

“Yeah. So tell me if you feel off—stiff muscles, brain fog, anything else. I was preserving you with magic the best I could, but I don’t know if I completely stopped brain tissue death or muscle atrophy.”

How Martyn manages some semblance of doctoral composure even now, Ren can’t begin to guess. Decades of hiding his identity by passing himself off as a doctor seem to have done wonders for Martyn's nerves.

“Oh,” Ren says. He doesn’t know what else to say, honestly, though Martyn lifts his other hand to hold both of Ren’s. He’s still kneeling at Ren's feet, and he squeezes Ren’s hands in his own. 

“It’s okay. I was thorough. You’ll be just fine. I'm the best at what I do, so you've got nothing to worry about,” Martyn says, “And if you aren’t, I’ll fix it. I promise you. Anything that happens, I’ll fix it. You’ll be okay.” 

“Okay,” Ren says. He doesn’t know what else to say. Martyn seems to take that as disapproval, though it doesn't deter him.  

“Are you upset with me?” Martyn asks, “I won’t apologize for bringing you back.”

“I’m not upset with you,” Ren says, “I don’t— I don’t know what I’m feeling.”

“That’s fine. You don’t have to. You have plenty of time to sort through it,” Martyn says, “You’re safe. No one even knows I have your body. I’m going to buy us passage far, far away from here, and no one will ever hurt you again.”

Ren nods—Martyn squeezes his hands one more time, then stands. 

“Let me make us something to eat and clean up my mess,” Martyn says, shooting a glance toward his pile of books and animal bodies. Ren makes a face.

“You’re going to clean?” Ren asks, “Not just kick it under the couch?” 

“I’m definitely kicking half of this under the couch,” Martyn says.

“Don't you dare kick any of the dead animals under the couch.”

“I won't! Jeez, have a little faith in me,” Martyn protests, “I just don’t want to look at the necromancy stuff anymore.” 

“I’ll help clean, then,” Ren says, but when he tries to stand, Martyn pushes him back down to the couch. 

“You’re going to relax,” Martyn says, “You were dead not even an hour ago. Let your body adjust to having blood flow again.” 

“And watch you make a worse mess of your house?” Ren asks. 

“You can clean it again later if you hate it so bad,” Martyn says, “But for now, let me take care of you.”

[vanserrasswife]

Labyrinth

Nesta x Reader

Summary: You have feelings for Nesta that she doesn't return to you. Loosely based on the song labyrinth by taylor swift.

A/N: i don't know what overcame me when i wrote this. this was not spell or grammar checked so just ignore any mistakes. Enjoy. :) <3

Nesta walks into your room with a smile on her face, a sight you had expected to have to force out of her tonight. “They came to training today.” She throws herself down on your bed stretching her muscles before rolling onto her stomach and propping herself up on her elbows. “A priestess came to training today.” You smile back at her, “That’s amazing, nesta seriously.”  

Nesta nods before telling you about how the rest of training was today, about someone new she had met, about all of the exercises cassian had made her do today. “Are you not sore after doing all of that?” You ask, stretching out your arms and legs as if you could feel the imaginary pain. She chuckles, “It doesn’t hurt as bad now, Cassian hasn’t pushed that hard lately.” You nod, the mood soured at the mention of Cassian, one of your closest friends but also the current apple of Nesta’s eye. 

Your friend keeps talking as you try to focus on your book, attempting to stop admiring her. She’s your friend, not your girlfriend you chant over and over in your head. “You, ok?” You meet her eyes, icy blue but utterly beautiful, the prettiest shade of blue you had ever seen. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

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You walk into Rita’s a smile on your face, tonight you would confess to Nesta. Confess to her the feelings that had gnawed at you from the moment you had met her. Nesta and the rest of your friends had decided to go to Rita’s to relax and have some fun. You spot Azriel first and then Mor and Rhys and Feyre cuddled together in the corner. No nesta and no cassian yet.

You sit yourself on the edge of the booth next to Azriel and force a smile as you greet the rest of your friends. Even the valkyries are here,  Gwyn and Emerie are both stood at the bar talking to another female. Still, Nesta doesn’t seem to be here, theres no sign of her drink on the table. 

You listen to Rhys tell a story to Feyre of a time you were all here before her and her sisters had got here. Before you had become enthralled by the eldest Archeron sister. You turn to Azriel asking where Nesta and Cassian are, the shadowsinger turns to you, offering you a sad smile. He had picked up on your little crush on Nesta quite early on, often offering you a person to confide in or to seek advice from. “You just missed them, they left just before you got here.” 

“Oh. I guess I’ll just see them tomorrow then.” You force a smile, laughing through gritted teeth when the two valkyries come over and start telling you a story from their training this morning. About how Nesta has finally mastered a move she had been struggling with and how cute it was when Cassian had hugged her and congratulated her afterwards. 

You drink down another drink, attempting to forget about your crushand  earning a few concerned glances from your friends before Azriel grabs your arm, “I’m taking you home.” You smile, giggling as you wave goodbye to your friends and grab onto Azriel as he starts flying you home. 

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The house of wind is quiet when you and Azriel land on the balcony, “They must be sleeping.” Azriel mutters before holding the door open for you and following after you through the house. Stopping in the kitchen when you stop, laughing as you try to justify getting hungry when you get drunk.

.A groan sounds through the house, followed by a quick shh before silence. You and Azriel look at eachother dumbfounded, “It’s just the ghosts shadowsinger.” You joke and Azriel smiles leading you out of the kitchen muttering about how you will have a horrible headache in the morning. You’re about to answer, something sarcastic when there is another groan and you both turn to look at the couch. At Nesta and Cassian, Nesta on top of him. Cassian shirtless. Both red, either from embarrassment or their previous activities. 

Nesta and Cassian are together. You chuckle, “I guess they’re not sleeping then.” You laugh, hoping the dark hides the silver lining your eyes. It was just a stupid crush anyways, she wouldn’t have wanted to be with you anyways. Why would she pick you over Cassian? They’ll be good for eachother. “Come on Az, lets leave them too it.” Azriel looks at you, pitifully not making any effort to move as you walk away whether he’s following or not. You didn't need his pity, this was a good thing. Now you could get over her. You could forget about her. Move on to someone new, something that had a chance of going somewhere.

The house seems to fall silent as you walk away, the only sound your footsteps against the wooden floors as you quickly walk up the stairs and into your room. Throwing yourself head first into your bed, pulling a pillow over your head. It’s better this comes out now anyways, there's no point hoping for something that won’t happen anyways.

[hanjisunglover]

heya! may i be ⭐🍰 anon if its not taken? (ik my user is exposed bc im gonna show a photo but ill still be an anon) thanks☺. but i have a thought to bring to the table anddd its abt jisung so you may love it or like it! but enough rabbling, let me tell you the thought.

imagine if jisung looked like this everytime you give him head. like it'll be a calm Saturday afternoon and jisung just came from being at the dorms for the week. you were in the room with Bbama laying on your chest while you play your animal chef game on your phone. jisung comes in says hi and gives hugs and kisses then gets in the shower. after his shower he puts on a sweater like black shirt on and basketball shorts. then you asked him how was practice and his day went. he told you about it and talked about him being stressed a bit and how he needed some type of relief (*wink wink*). so you put Bbame down in his bed in the living room then come back to the room and started putting up your hair. jisung is a bit confused then he realizes,your about to give him head.he watches you sink to your knees on his side of the bed then look at him "ji,if you dont mind taking your shorts off for me?" you said in your always soft voice and he immediately started taking off his shorts. you see hes left in his black briefs,then you started softly kissing the bulge in them. jisung let out a sigh as he watches you with his plump bottom lip his in mouth. after your teasing, you pull down his briefs and his 7 inches springed out and softly slapped his belly button, it was a bit girthy but the stretch felt so good when he'll enter you. his pink red-ish tips' precum oozing out, it looked delicious and your mouth started to water. the shaft slightly curving up a bit. jisung looks at you waiting eagerly for you to take him in his mouth...

(im gonna leave this here and let you do your amazing magic and make this piece of trash wayyy better. and sorry if theres mistakes and sorry again for the basically huge paragraph or more. and btw, DO NOT feel pressure to write this! totally fine with me if you just react to it and not write ;) buttt ill see if you write it or not~ bye bye! 😘)

hello ⭐🍰 anon, sooo nice to have you here! AND OMG YOU DON'T GET IT HOW MUCH I THINK ABOUT THAT VLOG. your writing skills >>>, also it's pretty short but yeah

warnings: switch reader, switch hanji, oral receiving (m), praise kink, cum eating.

Your eyes are locked in his, he's looking at you so impatiently that it's driving you crazy and still need even to taste his pre-cum. "Angel please, do- do something."

Your hands travel on his thighs, as your breath hits the sensitive head of his cock, Jisung grab lightly your hair driving your mouth to him, "show some respect baby," you make fun of him — just to see his expression getting darker, his grip gets stronger.

"Give me that mouth y/n," he hisses lightly, your tongue take the way from the base of his cock towards the tip, sucking as soft as you can, his head move back as his other hand grab the sheets under him. Your lips open enough to take half of his shaft in your mouth, the moans that he's letting out are the best sound that you could ever ask. His grab on your hair get tighter when you start to move your head up and down.

"God, do not stop.." His voice gets high pitch with a whimper, you're sucking his dick so well that his toes curls for the pleasure, he feels that he's gonna explode in your throat. Your eyes start to tear up for the deep throating that your beautiful boyfriend is receiving, the saliva run down to your chin making his view blurry for pleasure. He cum in your mouth, making you moan around his shaft cause the taste it's amazing and you just can't contain yourself from swallowing every drop of it.

Jisung moan even louder as his muscles tense up for the pleasure, your eyes are closing letting the tears for the intense moment that he just felt, his hands stroke your cheeks softly as your head move slightly up from his cock. "you're.. perfect."