#☠︎︎. angels

[hysterotic]

Omggg Vile, the super boop looks its slapping the girl's ass in your pinned

THATS SO COOL LMAOO i’ll consider it u slapping my butt <3

[fallenvampyra]

Sanguis et Cinis’ Celine Celia Angel for X-TRA-X

[muchi13kitty]

THE ℕOI ℜOMULUS ℘RINCE (PRINCE)

(PLEASE DON'T GO INTO HIS ROOM)

I'll give you some advice if you don't want me to kill you. The easiest way to defeat THE ℕOI ℜOMULUS ℘RINCE is to pour holy water on it, it is its weakness

Gift for @technically-a-kiwi

Well I also have a photo of what The Noi looked like when I was a child

The Noi baby is a jackalope that's why he has small deer antlers

well as an extra I also made this drawing

BELEN ANGEL

She is a little 5-year-old girl with a tender voice. She died because of her alcoholic father who drowned his own daughter. BELEN ANGEL is from Spain, she is a cherub, she has the ears and tail of a desert mouse gerbil, she has tap dancing shoes and a small floating hat. The Noi has not been able to kill Belen Angel because she is very powerful

By the way, I also created my own tower and it is this one

THE TOWER OF DARKNESS NIGHTMARE ☠️

This is not pizza tower but STAR SUPER ADVENTURES there we destroyed 30 tower this tower is the most grotesque and has 2000 bone doors that are levels and STAR SUPER ADVENTURES stops being a colorful world to a very violent and terrifying one

FAKE MEADOW BIG 2 She looks like a demon but she is not. She will help us defeat that tower. She makes oil from human blood but FAKE MEADOW BIG 2 does not like killing humans and that is why she will help us in our mission, which is to defeat the last tower.

Then I will make more drawings, whether of a character that is an angel or a demon.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN !

[bloodtwin]

@starcunin sent:

[ also this one 👀👀 ] “Good boy.”

source: call my muse a good boy/girl. :3c

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Maybe he . . . misheard the vampire. No, no- Astarion is always saying things like that. Things that get Puck's heart beating against his chest, his blood pumping, thoughts on fire, sweat . . . sweating. ( Poetry has never been his strong suit. ) The point is, Astarion said what Puck heard, and he said it on purpose.

Red in the face, Puck promptly drops the severed arm in his mouth. With his jaws, he had ripped it clean off some poor soul's shoulder in combat because they got far too close to Astarion. He had no idea what it was, but the rogue brought out a far UGLIER side of him than the others did when it came to danger. ( Iago could give him a run for his money, though . . . )

They didn't see him coming. Having turned invisible from a previous kill, he snuck up, teeth bared & snarling once he got his paws on them. Grab, bite, pull. Astarion dealt the killing blow, but Puck played as a distraction, snagging himself a little treat for later in the process. That's when those words came out of the vampire's mouth: Good boy.

Severed arm now on the ground, Puck stares at Astarion with a slack jaw & a mouth gushing blood. He has to stop his hips from wiggling like they always try to do when he gets too excited. Those stupid phantom tail wags he gets. Make him look ridiculous.

❝ I, uh . . . Sure. Sure thing. ❞ Tips of his ears turn red now, too. ❝ Just- uh, just thought I'd lend an arm. Hand. I meant hand. Lend a hand. ❞

[rcjoice]

@nearestend liked for a kissy starter!! (part two)

they haven't been doing this long, the sneaking around. maybe a few weeks. maybe less. maybe more. but a few weeks of secret kisses and private moments had led to this, ashton sitting in the back of her car with her arms around his neck. they're tangled in each other in the back of some parking lot, ashton peppering her jaw and neck with soft kisses. "is this okay?" he always asks, even if she's said yes a hundred times.

[windixie]

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ out of touch ♱ soccer player! gojo x alt! reader pt.1

summary : gojo is the university's most popular boy and soccer player. he can get any girl he wanted to warm up his bed, so why did he catch feelings for the girl who looks like she just woke up out of a coffin?

warnings ☠︎︎ this will contain smut throughout the story. reader is implied to have a smaller chest! gojo is an asshole :( so angst, profanity, insecurities, p in v, creampie, comfort, fluff, slight breeding kink, light choking, jealousy, ill prob add to the list as the story progresses!

word count : 1.03k

let me know if you want to be added to the tag list !!

you knew gojo. hell, everyone knew gojo. annoying, loud, obnoxious, ah should I go on? that's how you described the so called star player on the soccer team. his ego reached all the way towards the clouds by how much he was admired in the community. you on the other hand, not so much. sure you were known by many but not in such a positive way. you were intelligent sure, but the way you dressed wasn't entirely accepted. you were always getting bothered by other students, one of them being no other than satoru gojo. although, it seems that you two have grown into a friendship lately.

"hey pretty" you heard an awfully familiar voice come up behind you. the white haired boy was still in his blue and white soccer jersey covered in grass stains and some of his sweat from his practice that he just came from. you gave him one of your small sweet smiles."hi gojo" you mumbled back.

he looked down at your figure. the pretty black blouse fit you so perfect as well as those mini grey jean shorts that cupped your ass so deliciously. gojo took notice of you wearing your earbuds which he took one of them and placed it in his ear. "whatcha listening to?" you faced him slightly annoyed as you looked at how his face scrunched up in disgust.

"seriously? how can your ears support all that screaming?" he grimaced as he heard the loud singing.

he let out a chuckle at that before his eyes lit up as he realized something. reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a piece of paper handing it to you. you blamed the shot of arousal that traveled towards you as you took notice of how veiny his arms were. you glanced down to see it was a ticket. a ticket to his upcoming soccer game, to be exact.

your eyebrows picked up as you turned to him. "you want me to go to your game?" the question made the blue eyed boy nod. "want you there on the stands baby, if you can, then I promise to play even better than I usually do." you were shocked to say the least. the satoru gojo inviting you to his game personally even after countless months of relentless bullying was not something you could see coming.

but you couldn't help yourself from nodding. "yeah sure ill be there!" the feeling of your heart beating against your chest brought a scary but not unwelcome feeling. You stared at him for a moment, unsure if you were hearing things correctly. The blue-eyed boy, a walking angel blessed by God himself, smirked down at you with a flicker of something you couldn’t quite place. It wasn't the usual cocky smirk. It was different—something warmer, maybe? Or maybe you were just imagining it.

"I'd like that."

"great, ill see you tomorrow after school then?" he asked in which you let out an mhm in return. "okay pretty, try and get some sleep. you need some just by judging off your eye bags" he teased. "shut up!"

you watched the taller boy walk off. his use of the sweet and loving names made you feel a little awkward, but you shoved it down. You had a feeling that this was just another one of his ways of throwing you off. It wasn’t like he was being sweet. Not Gojo. He never was.

As you walked off to the other side of where the dormitories where taking note on how the night was now awakening due to time change. as you reached for your AirPods case to put back your earbuds your fingers stopped on your left ear. your earbud was missing.

gojo didn't take notice of the music cutting off. he was in a completely different world thinking about none other than you. he didn't understand how he caught feelings. no matter how many times he reminded himself it was you and how he could do some much better that that. he only gave you to ticket to his game only to be nice, is what he told himself. a friendly gesture friends do all the time!

"yo Satoru!" one of his friends called out to him. gojo turned to look at the boy with long black hair and big ass gauges walking up to him along with some other boys from the team. a smile crept up on his face dabbing them all up. "hey you all did well at practice today"

"yeah man that's what we came to say as well but we saw you talking to that emo freak uh whats her name, y/n?" this made gojo slightly embarrassed on how they caught him. "don't tell me you hitting on that emo pussy, it can't be that good" one of the other teammates chuckled making the white haired boy slightly uncomfortable.

"nah man, too busy with uraume" Geto patted his back "good good, lets keep it that way. she's got a better body anyways. let me burrow her sometime yeah?" the blacked hair boy received a nudge at that making him chuckle.

you looked around you trying to find the taller boy to retrieve your airpod. sighing in relief as you saw him. "gojo!" you called out making the boys turn around.

"ah she came back for round two?"

you walked up to him. "hey uhm you still have my AirPods." you said pointing to his ear. "give back your friend her AirPods satoru" his friend teased.

"we're barely friends. acquaintance is a better term" he mumbled out. as you received back your airpod, you stopped. eyes widening as you heard what he said. "acquaintance? thought we were-"

"friends?" he cut you off. "cmon I pay attention to you two or three times and now suddenly we're friends?" he scoffed. why was he acting like this? that's right, because he's satoru gojo. you were nowhere as close as him. you never will be. your face turned serious before you reached into you pocket handing him the ticket he gave you. "here, you dropped this" you mumbled.

gojos eyes fell down to the ticket in his hands. his heart broke a bit. "wait.. y/n-"

"forget it" with that you retrieved back to the direction to your dorm fighting back tears as you left the boy stunned.

"looks like you hurt her feelings, gonna go apologize?"

"nah."

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[crushmeeren]

Can you do kenma x f!reader

Story:

Reader is drunk (and honry), so she starts dirty talking to kenma, and he gets really flustered, and they end up

👉👌👉👌👉👌💦💦

Yeah 🫶😭

Hell yes I can! I’m SO happy you asked for this friend! I’ve been trying to challenge myself and write for more than MHA so this came at the perfect time.

Master List Link

Kenma / Fem Reader.

Everybody involved is aged up/18+.

Warnings; consensual drunk sex, some subby Kenma and he definitely has a praise kink, riding, unsafe sex 𓆩☠︎︎𓆪

Kuroo’s laughter abruptly crackles through Kenma’s headset and god — he wants to reach through his console and strangle the cat looking motherfucker for making them lose…again.

Kenma takes a fortifying breath and seriously considers why he even tries to play video games with Kuroo, knuckles turning white from gripping the controller so violently.

“Kuroo, why the fuck are you still so bad at this game? We’ve played it a million times!”

“Hey! I’m not that bad, I have one ultimate move and you know that!”

There’s a pout in his voice and his dramatics make Kenma’s eyes roll so hard he thinks he could catch a glimpse of his brain.

“Really? Because from where I’m sitting you’re unnecessary deadweight. I would prefer to play with Bokuto and his build is even worse.”

Kuroo’s over the top gasp and protests fall on deaf ears when Kenma notices a familiar vibration pattern go off against his thigh. His gaze flickers to where his phone rests on the couch cushion beside him and he picks it up, lips stretching into a sweet smile when your name lights up his home screen.

If Kenma’s being honest, he’d been waiting for your text all night. You’d gone out with a few friends for a girls night only and playing with Kuroo was starting to bore him considerably.

You’d let him know you’d be home in about 25 minutes. Kenma bites his lower lip as he reads, beyond amused at the multiple spelling errors and way too many spaces between words in your text.

Yeah, he’s certain you’re wasted.

He types out a quick reply, pocketing his phone in his sweatshirt and tunes back into Kuroo’s irritated voice when he asks if Kenma had been listening to a single word he’d said.

The answer is a resounding no.

You wave goodbye to your friends with a delighted laugh bubbling out of your chest as the Uber drives off down the road. A few hands stick out of the open window to wave back and you grin.

Kenma had offered to pick you up but you were drunk, and for some reason the thought of being separated from your girls in the Uber had made you want to sob.

So, there you are, squinting at your front door as you try to shove the key into the lock. Your fingers don’t seem connected to your brain and your skin is sweltering underneath your clothes. You glance up at the night sky in frustration before the key finally slides home and you sigh in relief.

Once you open the door you’re blasted with frosty air and your shoulders shake with a pleasant shiver. You’re so happy to be home.

Looking further in to the living room you spot your husband reclining on the couch, feet kicked up on the coffee table in front of him. He holds his phone in one hand and turns his head in your direction as you let the door fall shut behind you.

His eyes crinkle when he smiles at you and there’s a softness in his gaze that makes your breath stutter in your chest.

He looks……angelic. Kenma is dressed in an oversized cream sweatshirt with some game logo you don’t recognize on it, silky black athletic shorts and white ankle socks. So nothing new, and maybe you’re drunker than you thought because the sight is stealing the breath from your lungs.

You’re yanked towards him like a magnet, feet shuffling you across your living room before you even realize you’re moving and you smile so hard the apples of your cheeks ache.

“Hey baby, how was your night?” he asks, trying to stifle a laugh when you trip on the edge of the coffee table. He tucks a lock of hair behind his ear and you melt down next to him at the cute display.

“Hi,” you breathe, giggling and resting your head on the back of the couch with a dopey smile. “It was so much fun Kenma! I do wish you could’ve been there though.” The smile melts off your face and your expression morphs into a pout, lower lip pushing out. He arches an eyebrow at you.

“It was a girls night. Besides, being out in a noisy bar is not my idea of a fun time. Talking to people is exhausting enough as it is.”

You lean in close to whisper to him.

“Hmm, I know you’re an inside cat Kenma, but I still wanted to dance with you. Plus, you are pretty like a girl.”

Kenma sputters, gaze darting to the floor before focusing back on you. “You’re just drunk.”

“Well, yes but I’m not that drunk.”

Kenma snorts a laugh and pulls his feet off the table. He rests them on the floor and sits up straight, willing his blush away as he tilts his head to stare down at you with a teasing smirk. He shifts closer and presses a chaste kiss to your forehead.

You hum, and in lieu of an answer you pull away from him. His brows knit together and he eyes you suspiciously.

“What are you doing?”

“Taking off my shoes! I’m gonna straddle you because I’ve been thinking about riding you on this couch all night.”

Kenma doesn’t respond right away and when you finally manage to toe off your shoes, twisting to face him, his cheeks have finally given in and are now dusted with a blush, lips parted slightly while he watches you.

He always gets flustered when you speak so boldly.

You wink at him, maneuvering until you can throw a leg over his hips and settle down heavily in his lap. Kenma’s hands automatically grip the exposed skin your thighs where your dress bunches up.

“Have you?” He asks with a flat tone, but it’s clear your words are getting to him by the way he tilts his head back onto the couch and sneaks his hands up under the hem of your dress to paw at your fleshy hips.

You moan softly when he squeezes you and you nod, licking your top lip lazily and resting your hands on his shoulders. His cock twitches in his shorts and you can easily feel it against your inner thigh.

“You’re just so, so pretty Kenma. I missed you so much.”

His eyelids flutter briefly from the praise and he shifts his weight, tugging you closer until you place your forehead on his.

“I missed you too. Playing with Kuroo was so boring, he sucks.”

“Yeah?” You rub your nose over his. “I bet that pretty cock of yours missed my pussy too, didn’t it baby?”

Kenma’s rosy blush travels down his neck and vanishes under his collar. “Yeah, o-of course.”

You giggle, twirling a string from his sweatshirt around your finger and rolling your hips to drag your panty covered pussy along the length of his cock. He’s as hard as marble now and you reach down to adjust him until the slick tip pokes out of his waistband before continuing to tease him.

He pushes his hips up impatiently to meet your movements, applying pressure to your swollen clit that’s just right and pleasure pulses through your pelvis as you both moan. You pause briefly to push his sweatshirt up to his ribs, leering at his lean stomach and barely there happy trail.

“That’s my boy Kenma, so good for me and so beautiful too,” you say with a breathy sigh. “Should we live stream a video of you like this? You blush so sweetly and your fans deserve to know just how much of a pretty boy you are. How you get so eager for my pussy.”

Kenma squeezes his eyes shut as a lusty moan punches from his chest. “Shit — baby fuck, don’t say that. Jesus, just take your dress off please. I need to see you.” His eyes flash back open, pupils dilated wildly as he pushes your dress up and off you before you can even answer.

You weren’t wearing a bra and your tits bounce gently onto your rib cage. Your husband’s eyes widen before going half lidded, bottom lip sucked behind his teeth as he smoothes his hands up and down your sides.

He gawks at you as if he means to devour you and a thrill races down your spine. The thick alcoholic fog that was clouding your mind has cleared considerably and your only goal is to get what you’ve been craving, the thought echoes like a chant through your mind.

“I’ll never get over the way you look at me when you see my tits.”

Kenma glances up at you in surprise but then you’re kissing him in the next breath. He makes a soft sound of pleasure and tilts his head to kiss you even deeper, biting at your bottom lip and swallowing the moan you give him.

You reach down as you kiss, hooking your fingers in his waistband and tug at the material restlessly. Kenma lifts his hips, allowing you to yank his shorts and briefs down to mid thigh. His cock bobs free and you break the kiss, chest rising and falling deliberately as you squeeze his shoulders.

He traps the tip of his tongue between his teeth and slips your panties to the side when you lift up to your knees. He steadies his cock at the base with his free hand and slides his soft cock head along your clit until you jolt. It parts your lips, catching at the right angle and then you’re sinking swiftly down until your ass meets his thighs without any resistance from your drooling pussy.

The stretch curls your toes in your socks and Kenma throws his head back with a choked off gasp, strands of dark hair sticking to the side of his sweat slick temples. You shift your weight, adjusting to the sensation of being stuffed full and use his shoulders for leverage to lift up halfway before sitting back down.

“Oh! Fuck, you’re always so tight baby. I can’t believe how well you take me,” he says through gritted teeth, rolling his lithe hips up into you because he can’t bare the thought of sitting still any longer.

The first motion makes your finger tips tingle, a surge of warmth churning in your belly as his cock drags deliciously along the inside of your pussy.

“Kenmaaa,” you whine, bouncing in shallow movements on his lap. He hears your unspoken plea and grips your ass, nails creating indentations as he pushes you upwards and lets you fall back down. A low moan spills from you as you hang your head, keeping up at that steady pace with him until your thighs start to burn.

Your sensitive tonight, and a knot winds up tight in lower pelvis faster than you’d like as Kenma studiously keeps his gaze locked on where you swallow his cock whole each time.

Your pussy flutters and Kenma’s eyes flit to your face, taking note of the way your jaw hangs open and your brows pull together as you pant shallowly.

“You’re gonna cum aren’t you baby?”

You nod frantically. “Yes! Please Kenma don’t stop, your cock is so good,” you moan, falling forward to grip the couch on either side of his head.

Kenma halts your motion mid air with a strong grip and you whine at the loss of friction.

“Hold still.”

And then he’s bracing his feet on the floor and thrusting up into you at a brutal pace, one hand on your hip and the other moving down to rub uncoordinated circles into your slippery clit with his thumb.

You cry out his name and the sloppy pressure on your clit is enough to push you over the edge. The muscles in your thighs tense and your mouth opens in a silent scream, Kenma moaning brokenly as he tries to keep his pace.

You’re barely coming down from your high when he jerks you down into his lap, cock kicking and upper half curling forward to shove his forehead against your shoulder as he cums with a gasp.

You slump forward into his chest, bodily squishing him into the couch and pillowing your cheek on his shoulder.

Kenma’s heart thunders in his chest while he catches his breath, rubbing your lower back soothingly and relaxing into the post orgasmic haze settling over both of you.

It’s silent in the background, save for whatever show Kenma had playing before and an undetermined amount of time passes by before you sit up with a coy smile and lock eyes with him.

“Wow Kenma, all this time I knew you had a praise kink but I didn’t realize just how much you love being called a pretty boy. Maybe you should ride me next time?” You tease.

He scrunches his nose up and spanks the side of your thigh sharply in retaliation. You toss your head back in laughter until he huffs loudly, shoving you off his lap onto the couch and tucking himself away.

You laugh even harder, leaping up and stumbling after him with half hearted apologies falling from your lips as he stomps off childishly towards the bedroom.

[stygicniron]

Nico shoots a side-eyed look at the angel. He has a hunch that he doesn't 'see' at all, although is that even possible? He doesn't even pretend to understand how angels are supposed to work. That is way outside his area of expertise. But he lets the moment pass, nodding slowly as the angel continues speaking, the word nephilim sending an odd buzzing through his ears. He thinks he can remember who they were, faintly recalling hearing the stories read aloud once upon a time, but it was a very long time ago at that, although maybe not so long for an angel.

"Why me? I'd like to know. Usually I blame the gods for this sort of thing, but this feels more complicated," he grumbles.

Wiggling his arms and legs experimentally, he rubs at his forehead for a moment before he tries to stand, the movement mostly successful. Only for him to turn an owlish expression onto the angel again. "Shouldn't you already know the answers to questions like that?" he asks, concern mixing with his voice. He's not going to know how to feel if the angel also doesn't have a clue what's going on.

"sure," he says, as calm and collected as an angel would be, even in the face of some one adhering to this religion rather than another. truth be told, the human faith has always been an institution of mystery to him. so powerful was it, yet every so often used to justify the anger, the hate that came with being human as much as being kind and tender did. so mighty were they, and so flawed. and so were their religions.

"hm, i see." he says, again, leaning back a little bit, and instead looking up, as if looking for an absent sun. "i see." he repeats for good measure, and sighs. "it's alright. it happens sometimes. i mean, i suppose it's got to do with your dual nature, not unlike the nephilim. the whole -- human possessing a power so great they barely know how to contain it, control it, or even use it without overexerting their human self. kind of. i have to admit i have only ever met a few the likes of you. why you?" he pauses, looking at the boy again.

"why me?" he poses another question and sighs, "sorry, it's not my place to ask you that, or your place to know the answer. how do you feel? could you stand? could we walk? i always find thoughts do not get as tangled up while walking."

[hysterotic]

Omggggg, I will kiss you senseless if you write ghostface baji

with kazutora as the 2nd ghostface ohhh yup yup yup

[violentdelightsbaby]

☠︎︎༒ angel of death ༒☠︎

[pommeauromarin]

Jason Todd ☠

will you hold me instead, and tell me that it's over now? @julymusings

or; patching jason up after an intense mission (one shot)

you're good to me, baby

because the red hood bleeding onto your living room carpet is exactly what you need right now (one shot)

you give jason todd a scare @harbours-lighthouse

(one shot)

window pains @sanguineterrain

(one shot)

He's got a habit of coming in through the window. You want him to start staying... and using the door. 

restroom attendant

(one shot)

Tonight is the worst night ever--you just got dumped on your birthday, and all you want to do is cry in the restaurant bathroom in peace. That is, until, the Red Hood bursts in. This city just won't cut you a break.

(i could put their whole masterlist here)

Past the Cemetery Gates @heavysighing-dreamyeyes

(one shot)

ak!red hood

stay, little valentine, stay @enviedear

(one shot)

your roommate makes the fateful mistake of passing you, his roommate, off as his girlfriend to his boundary ignorant family. now the both of you are tasked with maintaining a faux romance for the entirety of a dinner at wayne manor—simple enough, right?

handshakes and trash cans @jjenthusee

(one shot)

strangers to friends to lovers and heartfelt confessions

fata morgana @batchilla

(series)

part 1 part 2 part 3

Jason Todd is a knight. You are a princess. Eventually you might smooch. However there’s a whole lot of secrets, lies, and not truely unrequited feelings to work through first. And a rather troublesome earl

a soft touch @sunnie-angel

(series)

The pit changes more than just Jason’s height, it enhances all of his senses. He has to learn to live with thateries)

this fic @pedrasacorn

(one shot)

self indulgent

the big freeze @brotherblaze

(one shot)

Jason appears at your door in the middle of the night. Who are you to turn him away?

dear god get out @mostly-imagines

(one shot)

aka not a moment of privacy

house always wins @littleredwing89 |18+ mdni

(series)

Modern twist on the Greek Mythology story of Hades and Persephone.

[feixiiao]

why do yall say things without thinking it through just bc u wanna sound funny but end up looking fucking stupid. dont piss me off 😭

[bqu1nns]

hello!!! my apologies i know someone requested a q fic that i posted an hour ago BUT i deleted it, not knowing that it would delete the inbox request (im dumb) BUT ITS HERE!!! whoever u are, this is for u lol!

the perspective of where i wrote this from is that you're sal’s youngest sister (maybe 6-7 years younger than him BUT you aren't a minor to brian dont worry!!!!) but he would've never ever imagined you and brian, his best friend, to ever hook up with one another. if he ever found out, he’d probably never talk to either one of you guys ever again. also this is set in 2008 maybe ?? peak tenderloins era. i think … 

brian quinn ☠︎︎ daddy’s girl

1376 words ♡

you awoke from the sound of your doorbell ringing at an ungodly hour. 2:37 am read your clock in bright and blaring red lighting. it made you jump slightly but nonetheless, you took some time to orient yourself, your heart already racing from the sudden interruption. lazily, you got up and started to question… who the HELL could that even be at my door at this hour?

you didn't know anyone that would come up unannounced, hell, your apartment complex wasn't the kind of building to let in strangers to show up, especially in the middle of the night. you grabbed a spare hoodie (brian's hoodie…) throwing it over your tank top as you padded towards the door. 

then, all of a sudden, came a knock. three sharp taps, followed by a familiar, deep voice — one that you could always hear in the back of your mind.

“it’s me. baby please, open up”.

brian fucking quinn.

what was he doing here and why must it be at 2:40 in the morning? you unlock the door, opening it just enough to see him standing there, illuminated by the orange glow of your apartment's hallway. he looked… disheveled. like he woke up on the wrong side of his bed (he did). his hair was messy, like he’d been running it through his hands over and over, black hoodie with a jacket hanging open over it. 

but it was his face that really made you take a second look. his eyes – those stupid, downturnt eyes that were too expressive for his own good– were tired and red-rimmed, as if he hadn't slept for a day or two. 

something stinged in your heart but you broke the silence, “brian?”, you whispered softly, your voice still riddled with sleep and confusion. “what are you doing here?”. 

he let out a shaky breath, putting his hands in his pockets as he looked at you through the crack of the door, “m’sorry angel”, he spoke, low and rough. “i… i know it's late and you should probably be sleeping but i couldnt… i didn't know where else to go except here”. 

in that moment, you swung the door open, letting him in. he hesitated for a second, like he wasn't too sure if he should step inside but as he did, you caught the faint smell of his cologne, familiar and homely in a way that made your chest ache for him. 

“i couldn't stop thinking about you hon”, he said, words almost feeling too frantic and rushed, as if they’d been bottled in for too long. “every time i try to do the right thing and just stay away, it just… it never fuckin’ works. it never works and i never want it to work. but tonight, i just– i couldn't stay away. not in a million years”.

he seemed like he was on the verge of falling apart if you hadn't caught the tears gathering in his eyes. it was too much to take.

“ya think it's easy for me?”, he continued, voice breaking slightly. “i hate sneaking around to see you. i.. we cant even go on dates together and i just hate lying to sal. i hate feeling like im ruining everything. but not seeing you? pretending like you dont matter to me? pretending that the thing that we have is nothing? baby, that's worse. that's so much worse”.

“brian…” you start, but he shakes his head, stepping closer to you. 

“no”, he cuts you off gently. “just…please listen”, his hand at your hip, his thumb tracing a slow pattern against your skin. 

“you're so stubborn, you know that?”, he murmured, his voice soft. “you act like you don't want all this. like you don't need me or that you're fine keeping this… whatever this is… a complete secret. but trust me, i can see right through you baby”.

your breath hitches as he drags his thumb across your bottom lip, his gaze following the movement as if he was trying to memorize every second of it. “every time i touch you”, his voice deep, “you melt. you let me in, even though you're so scared of what might happen if someone found out. but right now? right now, it's just you and me”. 

it’s like you're under his spell. 

“still scared, baby?”, he asked, leaning down just enough that his lips were merely a breath away from yours. 

“no. no i’m not”, you whisper. you tried to sound confident but the tremble in your voice gave it away.

“but brian we shouldn't—”.

“i don’t care”, he says, voice making your heart ache. “you've been driving me insane, baby. do you even know how hard it is to hold back whenever i see you?”.

his lips find your neck, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses all over your skin, each one making it more and more difficult to think. “let me take care of you baby. just tonight. no one has to know, i swear”.

you knew you had to stop this that there were a billion reasons why this was a horrible idea but when his hands gripped your waist and his teeth grazed the sensitive spot on the right side of your neck, every reason just went away. 

your breath hitched, the air between you both feeling impossibly warm. his soft touch was just enough to make you whimper, his hands leading you to the bedroom like he was afraid you might slip away from him forever.

“you don't know how long i've been waiting for this, bri”, you murmured against his skin. “to have you like this— i've been thinking about it for so long and it just seemed impossible..”

“brian..” you managed to whisper, your voice shaky as he got into your bed. you begin to curl his hair with your fingers as he's on top of you. you tug him back up to kiss you but this time, it was so much more slower and deeper, his tongue teasing yours as he kissed you like he had all the time in the world.

“i love the way you say my name”, he said, soft and low. his fingers trailed your body up and down, leaving goosebumps in its wake. he leaned down and slid his hand between your thighs, his fingers teasing your slick folds. you gasped, your hips lifting off of the bed as you sought more of his touch. he wanted it too, slipping one finger inside of you, then two, curling them just right to hit that spot that made you see stars. 

you moaned, your head falling back against a pile of pillows as he worked quicker and quicker. his rings brushed against your inner thighs, the cold metal being a total opposite to the heat of his skin. each thrust sent shivers racing down your body. his fingers stretched you out deliciously, making you arch your back, pressing your hips against his hand 

he rubbed tight circles around your clit with his thumb, plunging it deeper than you ever felt before. the rough texture of his skin and the coolness of his rings made a maddening combination of sensations. your juices flowed freely, coating his fingers while making obscene wet sounds as he worked harder and harder towards your orgasm. 

“look at you, so desperate for my touch”, he growled, breathing heavily. “your pretty little pussy’s grippin’ my fingers so tightly, like she doesn't want to let them go”, he chuckles. 

he curled his fingers rougher inside you, hitting that perfect spot that made your toes curl and your vision blur. at the same time, he pinched your clit between his thumb and forefinger, the cold metal of his rings making you scream out in pleasure. 

you cried out, your inner walls clenching around his fingers as wave after wave of pure ecstasy washed over you. he helped you work through your climax, fingers never stopping until you collapsed back onto the bed, spent and trembling. 

he pulled out his fingers, bringing them to his lips and sucking them clean, “fuck, baby, you taste better than i remembered. i could finger this sweet pussy all night long”. 

and you let him show you how good he could make you feel. 

[merrymusings]

            winter / christmas / holiday themed prompts

♛ — [sender] brings a gift to [receiver] ☁ — [sender] throws a snowball at [receiver] ✧ — [sender] bumps into [receiver] under mistletoe ✰ — [sender] and [receiver] stroll around the city/town looking at holiday lights ❐ — [sender] gives [receiver] a festive sweater ♬ — [sender] sings a christmas carol at [receiver]'s door ⇧ — [sender] and [receiver] drink hot cocoa at a diner ☃ — [sender] and [receiver] attempt to make a snowman together ● — [sender] and [receiver] decorate a christmas tree ❆ — [sender] and [receiver] get trapped indoors during a snow storm ╳ — [sender] encourages [receiver] to make a snow angel ⍋ — [sender] and [receiver] pick out a christmas tree at a farm △ — [sender] and [receiver] try to chop down a christmas tree in a forest ☜ — [sender] and [receiver] attend a white elephant/secret santa party ✔ — [sender] and [receiver] make small talk at an office holiday party ☺ — [sender] and [receiver] get tipsy at an office/school/community holiday party ♞ — [sender] and [receiver] watch silly hallmark holiday movies ☎ — [sender] and [receiver] put together a gingerbread house ◎ — [sender] and [receiver] decorate and bake christmas cookies  — [sender] and [receiver] cook a festive meal ☮ — [sender] brings [receiver] some fruitcake ✂ — [sender] and [receiver] craft handmade ornaments/decor ♤ — [sender] and [receiver] try to string popcorn garland ☀ — [sender] and [receiver] go ice skating ☂ — [receiver] sees [sender] fall from a roof/high place while putting up christmas lights ☾ — [sender] and [receiver] go shopping for gifts together ‼️ — [sender] and [receiver] take holiday themed photos together ♡ — [sender] and [receiver] cozy up by a fireplace ⌘ — [sender] and [receiver] visit an outdoor christmas/holiday market ♣ — [sender] and [receiver] make mulled cider ◑ — [sender] gifts [receiver] a pair of matching pajamas ✚ — [sender] and [receiver] volunteer at a soup kitchen ➊ — [sender] and [receiver] attend a local theater production of a christmas carol ✿ — [sender] and [receiver] attend a ballet presentation of the nutcracker ★ — [sender] and [receiver] attend a holiday orchestra ♜ — [sender] and [receiver] play board games by candlelight ♨ — [sender] and [receiver] roast chestnuts on an open fire ♯ — [sender] and [receiver] wrap presents together ☠ — [sender] and [receiver] play a holiday themed drinking game ⁑ — [sender] offers [receiver] coquito or eggnog ✗ — [sender] and [receiver] attend a nye black tie gala 𓋼 — [sender] and [receiver] discuss resolutions for the new year ✈ — [sender] and [receiver] count down to midnight

[ddejavvu]

maybe a blurb about r helping James w exercising sorry I'm obsessed ☠

"Finished," You hum, dangling the lavender bracelet from one finger as James completes what must be his seven thousandth push-up, "Wanna see?"

"Yeah," James grunts, panting as his arms sink into a right angle once more, "Put it on me, darling, 'wanna wear it now."

"Okay," You more than happy to oblige, shifting your legs from where they're crossed over the expanse of James's toned back. You rotate onto your stomach, doing your own exercise as you plank atop James's body to hang down over his shoulder. You clumsily tie the bracelet around his wrist as he does push-ups beneath you, his favorite form of working out.

"Pretty," He hums, but his voice is rough with strain, "'Think that's my favorite one you've made so far, angel."

"Really?"

"Really," He nods, turning his head to pucker his lips, "Kiss?"

"Kiss," You agree, leaning sideways to peck his lips. It's a little sloppy, it's a lot uncoordinated, it's incredibly awkward, but it's a sweet kiss all the same, and you twist yourself back up into a sitting position atop his back as he resumes his push-ups.

"My fingers hurt," You lament, and James almost laughs at the complaint, because his back is on fire with the ache that working out brings.

He's sympathetic all the same though, "Yeah?"

"Yeah. 'Think I'll read for a bit." You decide, reaching for your bag that's beside James's thighs. It shifts your center of gravity, and if you slap a hand onto his ass to steady yourself, it's pure self-preservation. The squeeze was for entertainment purposes, though.

"Easy!" James jolts, arms shaking from the workout as you stuff your beads back into your bag, pulling out your book instead, "Gonna drop you if you get fresh with me, darling."

"You'd never drop me," You scoff, laying down with your book flat on your back, pressed to his own. Your knees bend and your feet come to rest on James's ass, precariously balanced on him as he lifts and lowers you, "You want me to read to you, Jamie?"

"Mhm," He nods, and you feel the movement of his head beneath yours, "Bet your voice'll make me stronger, love."

[s1eept0ken]

Soft touch ☣︎ Vessel x Fem!Reader

warnings-nsfw, no plot, not much else just soft smut lmao

a/n- I’m FINALLY writing some soft smut, enjoy!

MDNI!

꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎ ꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎ ꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎ ꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎ ꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎ ꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎ ꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎ ꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎ ꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎

He ran his large hands up and down your curves slowly squeezing occasionally peppering your stomach and chest with kisses. “My gorgeous girl” he whispers softly into your ear. “Gonna get you prepared alright angel?” he says while pulling down your pants and underwear, he leans down and sucks your inner thighs roughly, even biting here and there. You groan out when one of his fingers graze your clit. As unexpected it was, you feel his warm tongue slide up and down your slit, softly sucking on your clit. As soon as you feel your orgasm near he pulls away, you whimper due to the loss of pleasure you were feeling. “As much as I would love to let you cum, I want you to come undone on my cock you think you can handle it sweetheart?” he says softly while sitting next to you, leaving soft kisses on the sensitive part of your neck, you nod in response. “Not enough, use your words” he grumbles into your ear. “I can take it! Please” you whimpered out while one of his hands snake back down to your clit, drawing soft circles around it. “Good girl” he whispers while giving you a soft kiss. You watch him pull down his boxers and his cock was a tinted red, so desperate just for you! You watched as he pumped his cock a few times. He’s now in front of you, pushing your knees up to your chest. He teases slightly by moving his cock up and down your slit, you whimper out desperate for more. He notices your desperation and lines his cock up with your hole, slowly pushing in stretching you out perfectly. He waits for your approval until he can start moving, as soon as you give him that nod he thrusts his cock deep inside you. “F-fuck y/n feels so good princess” he groans into your ear. Leaning down and leaving soft light hickeys on your chest and throat. “So fuckin’ gorgeous” he mumbles out deeply while moving downwards on your stomach leaving trails of soft kisses, his keeping his thrusts at a decent pace. His thrusts begin to speed up, indicating that he’s close. He feels you clench around him and he chuckles lowly, “gonna cum pretty girl?” he groans, moving his hand down to your clit once again running his fingers up and down slowly. “Fuck ves! g-gonna cum” you moan out, his cock always reaches the right spots. “Come on then baby, be a good girl for me won’t you?” he softly moans out, grabbing your hand and thrusting his cock deeper into you. That’s all it took for you to become a mess, your orgasm sending you completely over the edge, shortly after Vessel came, deep inside you filling you up all the way. After a few minutes he pulls out and goes to the bathroom. He comes back and picks you up, placing you in a nice warm bath whispering sweet praises to you.

꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎ ꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎ ꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎ ꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎ ꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎ ꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎ ꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎ ꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎ ꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎

I COMPLETELY FORGOT TO POST THIS YESTERDAY IM SO SORRY GUYS😭 but I hope you enjoyed!

Love you🖤