#︱▶ VERSES.

[lucisol]

Verses

︱▶ V. DUSCAE.

main verse! Out on the chocobro road trip, anything can happen! meet new friends, get lost, crash the regalia listening to britney⸻ a lot! this verse can be used for crossovers & main game stuff. this point in time makes me incredibly happy so you'll see me write in it a lot.

︱▶ V. SHARP SHOOTER // XVI. ( I know that's such a crazy detailed name )

Prompto works alongside Gav to gather intel and go on missions. he takes orders from Clive, Gav, Otto, really anyone. he's just here to help and be apart of something much bigger than himself :')

[radioiaci]

Alastor's outfit for the Vees Pride Party! 🏳‍🌈 (Charlie and Vaggie picked the outfit out for him okay.) We stan an aroace king.

[incandescentia]

THIS IS A GENERAL INTERACTION CALL !! like this post for a starter or an ask . I will hand over whichever muse && with the verse depending on what fits!

[bledtitanium]

|| @bloodlct continued ||

God, he was so smug & yet she couldn't stop herself from wanting him. The desire to crawl across the table and slid onto his lap slowly. Was pushing her hormones into high gear, and with the heightened senses, it was now harder to ignore. But she fought the urge to comply. But with him being a wolf, he could smell her desire, fuck! Why'd she have to go and fall for a werewolf. But could she trust him. After all, Werewolf venom could kill her. And not to mention. his somewhat friendship with the Hybrid. It put a bad taste in her mouth. She hadn't seen a good thing, or a upstanding gesture from him. It was all about, mating with her, then who knew what.

Her suspicions were confirmed on it being Damon who had told on her. Only cause the bastard had overheard her talking to the girls about him. He was already a fucking thorn in her side, since he found it necessary to bite her. She didn't see what Elena saw in him, to begin with. But then again, maybe there was something skin deep that she hadn't seen yet. But she didn't care about that right now. She had to make it clear to the wolf that she wasn't a notch for his bed post. And she only dated people who were honorable, protective and loyal. Who talked to her like a lady should be.

❝ I am not your conquest. And I sure as fuck am not your flavor of the week. If you can't talk to me like a lady, then kindly fuck off. I want a real man who would risk life to protect me. I want someone who can make me laugh, and most of all. Knows who I am, and puts my needs and interests into action. ❞

[c1tyhaunts]

@recitedemise : “I think we deserve a soft epilogue, my love — We are good people, and we have suffered enough.”

Anyway did y’all see the WONDERFUL Lilah & Gale Chrimbus piece Dean did for me??? Look at these BEAUTIES

[silencedbeats-moved]

Part 1

tw: hospitalization (and everything that goes with it), surgery, blood, life support (please let me know if I need to add additional warnings💙)

The procedure was supposed to be simple. Aphelios sat on the hard plastic chair, hands clasped bloodlessly in his lap, ragged nails digging into the flesh of his hands. His manager makes a rude noise and makes a move to swipe at his folded hands, but Aphelios can't move.

It feels like he's drowning. Drowning in crisp syllables of a foreign language spoken over his head like he's a child.

&& that's the thing. He is a child. He's 15. Fifteen.

It's a painless procedure, they tell him in small words, small words he can understand. He opens his mouth to ask a question & winces as it feels like shards of glass are rubbing the inside of his throat. He'll be asleep for the majority of it. It'll only take ninety minutes at most. He'll be back at the trainee dorms before he knows it.

He trusts because how can he not? The Lunari signs off on it from across the seas--the rarity of them trusting an outsider to provide care knocking Aphelios off his feet. The company wants him to get back to training. He's thisclose to debuting; he can feel it.

He has a purpose, and he's not going to let his body get in the way of his destiny. So, he agrees with a strong nod, thin shoulders rigid and garnet eyes determined. He's going to get through this, and he's going to become a great vocalist, so help him Lady.

With one last prayer to the Moon, he goes under, vision graying at the edges before he finally succumbs to the general anesthesia.

Except he doesn't.

It's as if he's floating above the operating table. He can see the surgeon in his scrubs and the nurses flitting about, but something's off. He watches, passively, as tears bead on his body's lashes, a few of them escaping to slide down lifelessly still cheeks.

Something's wrong.

Aphelios tries to warn them, tries to alert them somehow--but for the second time in his life, he's betrayed by his own body.

Then, it happens.

His body thrashes around the scope pushed down his throat. Violently. The scissors under the skilled surgeon's hand slice into the muscles and flesh of his exposed throat. Bright red blood burbles and bubbles like a sadistic water fountain from the hole in his throat, from bloodless lips. Nurses run around as the doctor climbs over his body to stem the blood gushing from his neck. The machines he's hooked up to are screaming, the cacophony of beeps nearly deafening. Sharp orders carry over the din.

His body won't stop thrashing. It takes four nurses to hold his body down. The doctor's gloves are soaked in blood, his blood, he thinks, idly. Dreamily. As if he's watching a TV show and not his own body struggling to survive.

Everything seems to happen in a hazy blur. The bleeding stops. The thrashing does not. Terse words are exchanged between the head doctor and his manager. His opened throat is carefully sewn shut, timed between the quakes of his too-thin body.

Another tube is shoved down his throat. A bigger one. Air is being forced into his lungs, and he can see his chest move under thin sheets. The machines are no longer screaming. He's wheeled into another room, and he has no choice but to trail after his body like a lost little lamb.

The tremors don't stop. In fact, they get worse--coming in like a bullet train. His manager's on the phone. The nurses come in like clockwork. Someone calls his manager away.

He's alone.

The silence is deafening.

His fingers itch for his phone. If only he could call Alune. She'd know what to do. She always does.

His manager comes back with a pinched face, the doctor following shortly after. They talk over his body. Words fly over his head--all but one phrase that haunts him to this very day:

MEDICALLY-INDUCED COMA.

[corferox]

❝ THIS ... SHOULD BE ... THE LAST OF IT, ❞ link announces through a grunt of effort, hoisting the last of his and zelda's travel supplies onto epona's back. as he fastens the bag securely into place, his gaze shifts towards his travel companion and the anxious energy he's pretended not to notice since the two of them began planning this trip. it permeates off her now in a constant wash, more noxious than the fumes of a hinox. he frowns. ❝ we don't have to go, you know. ❞ / @luxdea

[twinstateline]

i’m ending it. i don’t care what it takes.

supernatural seasons one to five starters .

⸺  ❝  '𝗡  𝗛𝗢𝗪'𝗦  𝗜𝗧  𝗬𝗢𝗨'𝗥𝗘  𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚  on  doing  that  ?  ❞  he  sighs  ,  jaw  setting  with  a  click  as  earthly  optics  flicker  over  to  the  agitated  form  of  the  other  hunter  .  ❝  wish  him  away  ?  you  somehow  under  the  impression  that  we  haven't  been  doin'  every  goddamn  thing  we  can  to  figure  out  how  to  get  this  dickhead  locked  back  up  for  good  ?  ❞  calloused  digits  card  through  shoulder  length  tresses  ,  countenance  dropping  into  his  palms  as  dylan  exhales  heavily  and  anxiously  rubs  his  mouth  and  chin  .

❝  i  dunno  what  can  be  done  ,  dean  .  but  if  you're  determined  to  see  this  through  ,  i'm  right  there  with  you  .  ❞  he  picks  up  the  gun  laid  out  on  the  table  beside  him  ,  eyeing  it  defeatedly  before  beginning  to  dismantle  for  cleaning  .  ❝  'f  only  it  could  be  as  easy  as  some  lamb's  blood  or  a  fuckin'  silver  bullet  .  ❞

[battlcbornterminated]

CONT FROM HERE ▶ KENNEDY | THE NEED TO FEED

SHE HATED, how stubborn the other male was. Did He not know that shooting her would only take her down, for a very short amount of time. But she'd get back up, Umbrella made sure to make her, unable to die. And the last thing she wanted, was to hurt him. If she had to use force, to get through to him, she would. Nails dug into the wood base of the chair. She could fight this, she could, it was all about will power. And she had done it before, somehow able to overpower that part of her brain, that wanted to feed. But what made things worse, was anger only fed into that desire to rip his throat out. And God, did Leon have a way of getting under her skin. Sometimes she wondered if it was more than just anger.

Sucking in a sharp breath, in between her teeth, she took a slow step toward him. Trying to usher him away, to get him afraid enough to run. But she knew damn well, in the back of her mind. That was not going to comply. ❛ God damn it Leon, you can't kill me. A shot will knock me down, for maybe 5 minutes. But I will just get back up again. You need to get away from me, find Chris. He'll know what to do. ❜ She dropped to her knees, taking in slow deep breaths. She was going to knock herself out, if she couldn't get in control of her urges. She refused to hurt, or worse kill the stubborn little asshole.

Chris had dealt with her many times during this, and each time he has been able to pull her out of this part of herself. But for the times that he wasn't so lucky, he would simply just inject me with a serum that froze her up. It put her into a state of unconsciousness, so she went to sleep and when she woke. She no longer wanted to feed; she had control again. She needed that vial, but he refused to give it to her. Not that she could blame him, But Leon needed to get him and put her down that way.

[tojiscumdumpster]

⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။ knockout x renji abarai

✧ summary there’s no better way for renji to celebrate a big win than to spend the night with y/n.

✧ content warnings reader described as a black woman who uses she/pronouns. feisty!reader, chubby!reader x undergroundfighter!renji. modern au — no bleach verse. told in first POV — renji’s. mentions of stitches and bruises. usage of profanity, praise kink, cowgirl position, nipple play, facefucking — renji will finish in reader’s, squirting. terms of endearment — baby, sweetheart, angel, etc. reader and renji are in their late twenties.

✧ author’s note hello, hello. i am here with a fic that’s not jjk for once in my life, lmfao. this idea has been in my drafts since january 2023, and it was just sitting there collecting dusts on my old tumblr. but i said i was going to do more bleach characters, so here we go. first time writing renji, so if this ain’t how you see him, oops. still enjoy. also didn't really focus on the underground!fighter portion as much. but maybe i will if there's a next time. support me by liking, commenting, and reblogging this post. i would greatly appreciate it. AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS AND MINORS— DO NOT INTERACT.

I know she told me not to come by after the fight, but I needed to. 

 I won.

 I fucking won, and there’s no other way for me to celebrate winning ten thousand dollars than to be with Y/N.

 Well, that’s if she’s still not mad at me.

 Before I left for my match, we got into an argument. A huge one. She doesn’t like that I fight for a living, let alone illegal underground fighting. I mean—I get it. Seeing someone you care about constantly getting his ass beat isn’t a sight worth seeing. 

 But fighting is all I know. 

 I had a shitty childhood. Didn’t know who the hell my parents were since they gave me up at birth for adoption. Jump around in foster care homes until the mothers got sick of me and kicked me out in the streets. Survival was basically forced on me.

 Fighting is what kept me alive. For food. Clothes. A place to lay my head. Whether I lost or won, I know the reason why I’m alive today is because I’m a fighter. 

 It wasn’t until I was eighteen when I found out about the world of underground fighting. Ten years deep and I know nothing else. 

 Y/N knows this about me. She understands I didn’t have it easy and never judged me. But that doesn’t mean she agrees with my lifestyle. 

 She came to a few fights in the beginning. Eventually, she got tired of seeing me stitched up almost every weekend. 

 Shit, me too. 

 However, after tonight, I feel good about my future wins. I busted my ass in training, so now I don’t have to hear shit about anymore losses. 

 Even if right now I’m stitched up and have a black eye. I feel good.

 Great.

 Better if Y/N opens the door after keeping me waiting out in the cold for the past ten minutes. 

 I know she’s awake. She has a habit of staying up late, studying for med school. And plus, I haven’t messaged or called her yet. Despite her not showing up to my fights, she still wants an update afterwards that I made it out alive.

 “Y/N, let me in,” I say, knocking loudly on her apartment door. “You know I don’t care about making a scene.”

 After a few more obnoxious knocks, the door finally swings open and I am met with deep russet skin, tight curls, and chocolate-colored eyes that pierce an annoyed look in my direction.

 “What do you want?” She bites out. “I’m busy.”

 I smirk and hold the bag of money in the air. “I won.”

 “Congrats.” Her tone is flat and she tries to slam the door in my face, but I placed my foot to stop it from closing. “Seriously?”

 “Yes, seriously. Are you really still mad at me?” I teasingly ask. 

 “You won. I said congrats. What more do you want?”

 I shrugged. “I’m locked out of my apartment.”

 She arches a brow at me, already recognizing my bullshit ass excuse of being locked out of my apartment. 

 Y/N knows me. She knows I would do anything to be in her presence, so going back and forth in forty degree weather is pointless. 

 Her pretty brown hues travels across my face and body, examining the stitches and bruises that probably has her wondering, who the fuck treated him? 

 Me. But that’s besides the point.

 A deep sign escapes her mouth when she realizes I’m not going anywhere until she lets me in, so she opens her door wider and turns her back to me to walk further inside her apartment. 

 “Sit,” she orders, which I happily do so while chuckling to myself. 

 While Y/N goes to the bathroom (assuming she’s getting a med kit to fix my shitty patch job), I take advantage of staring at her round ass that’s barely covered in those tiny boy shorts. Every step she takes it jiggles, creating an ocean of waves I’m eager to swim in.

 I get comfortable while I wait, taking off my skully, sweater, and any other form of heavy clothing that would cause me to sweat in her heated apartment. 

 “I’m going to start charging you if you keep fucking coming to my apartment like this, Renji,” Y/N snapped, walking with the kit in her hand as expected. 

 “Outside of paying for your tuition, I can think of other ways to repay you.”

 She rolls her eyes at my suggestive comment. “Get over yourself, Abarai.”

 I let out a snort before she stands in front of me and tilt up my chin to start making work on my face. 

 She’s cute when she’s mad. Huffing and puffing while whispering slick comments under breath. But how she’s handling my face by moving it around with force rushes blood straight to my groin.

 I’m getting hard.

 Hard as shit, and it’s not helping that I’m in close proximity with her. 

 That jasmine lavender scent that circulates through my senses. Looking up at her full lips that’s coated with gloss. Then, lowering my gaze to her tits that’s big, naturally saggy, and pretty. My mouth is watering at the sight of her nipples hardening.

 And I don’t know if it’s because she feels that I’m checking her out or the coldness outside is affecting her. 

 Either way, I’ll act on it.

 Taking it upon myself, I grab the back of her thighs to pull her on my lap. As if she’s used to my antics, it doesn’t catch her off guard and she continues to clean up my wounds. 

 “You’re all bloody up with a black eye and somehow you still have the energy to be a pervert,” she retorts.

 I move one of hands to her ass, massaging comforting circles. “For you? Yeah.”

 The quiet between us was comfortable until she opted to speak again. “So… who’d you fight?”

 “Some huge motherfucker. I thought I was going to die.”

 She leans back to grab more alcohol and dabs it above my brow. “Maybe that’s what needed to have you stop fucking fighting.”

 I throw my head back to laugh, but she grabs my chin to bring my face forward. “Like you want me dead.” My hands creep beneath her cheeks to pull her closer to me and apply more pressure to my cock. “That’s what you want?”

 “That came out my mouth, Abarai?”

 “Why are you still mad at me?” 

 She scoffs. “Why am I mad that you’re practically coming to me everyday with a busted face and broken ribs?” That’s one thing I love about Y/N—her feisty personality. It turns me on so fucking much because I know when I fuck her, it’ll be a different story. 

 Continuing, she says, “I think I would be a little more satisfied if you did this professionally as opposed to underground. Underground doesn’t come with insurance, Ren.”

 “Aw, you care about me that much?” My question was supposed to be posed as a joke, but the look on her pretty face says otherwise. 

 “Fucking asshole. I don’t know why I still deal with your ass.”

 “Probably because you love me.”

 “Probably not.”

  Gripping her hips, I pull her with me and lean back into the headrest of the couch. We’re inches away from our mouths cooling and I take advantage of this proximity by basking in her sweet smelling breath and beauty. 

 Simply because Y/N exists, my cocks hardens for her. Holding her in my arms. Feeling her pussy against my erection and breasts suffocating pressed on my chest. Girlfriend or not, she’s mine.  

 And she knows it. 

 I can see how she looks at me, even when mad, that she cares and loves me. Y/N is a tough girl. I can only imagine what she’s been through. Still, she manages to soften up just for me. 

 We never made it official since she doesn’t approve of the underground shit, but that doesn’t mean I’ll ever stop asking. 

 “So when are you going to say yes to being my girlfriend?” I whisper.

 She tries breaking from my embrace, but I tighten my grip. “Renji…”

 “You feel my dick pressed against you, right? It only makes it harder when you say my name like that, Y/N.”

 “Be real with me… will you keep doing this shit forever?” Her eyes waver as she awaits my answer and I can’t help the guilt from pinging my chest. 

 “If it lessens my chance of being with you, no.”

 She searches my face for hesitance or deceit, however, she finds nothing because I meant what I said. Y/N is the only person that looks at me like I’m a human, and I wouldn’t let my obsession with fighting get in the way of our future together. 

 How she tucks her coil behind her ear and nips down on her lower lip shows me the bit of vulnerability she reserves for me.

 So—I take advantage of it. 

 In less than three seconds my lips were on hers. I take my time relishing those sweet, plump and plush, strawberry flavored lips.

 I can feel the skepticism from Y/N while kissing her, maybe because she’s trying to put on this show that she’s still mad at me. But soon, her rigid body melts into mine and returns the kiss. 

 Our heavy breaths mingle, increasing in speed the more aggressive we lock lips. She begins rolling her hips onto my cock and I let out a grunt, feeling the moisture of her pussy liquefying on me. 

 The slaps I leave on her ass are harsh, causing her to bite my bottom lip and suck it into her mouth. Y/N is so fucking aggressive it drives me nuts. She gives me a high and adrenaline not even a fight could give. 

 “Pull your dick out, Ren,” she orders through muffled moans and our kiss. 

 “Fucking bossing me around to give you cock? Not mad at me anymore?” Y/N ignores my taunt and works her hands between us to untie my sweats. I hiss at the feel of her cool hands engulfing my dick to give it a few pumps.

 She must not know what her touch does to me. She handles my cock like she owns it, and gosh, I fucking love that shit. My fingers gently tangle into her coils to deepen our kiss, but she soon gets up to strip her clothes.

 Fuck… Fuck, she’s so goddamn sexy. I’ll never get tired of her thick body, filled with soft dips and curves. I look at her, observe her like she’s an expensive piece of art hung up at a museum because that’s what I see her as. 

 Pretty pussy leaking arousal and I smirk to myself, thinking how she had all that attitude earlier while being wet for me like she didn’t want me inside of her.

 “You’re fucking beautiful. You know that?” I ask, massaging her tits and looking up at her. “You still have that attitude or are you going to come ride my cock like a good girl?”

 She gently pushes me back against the couch with her lips on mine and straddles my lap. “Depends on if you’re going to be a good boy and take this pussy.”

 “Shit, angel. I will.”

 Y/N hums while reaching around to align my cock with her sex. Two seconds later, she slowly sinks down my length until I’m buried into the hilt. That soft lingering fuck that slips past her pretty lips sounds sexy as hell and has my dick twitching in response.

 I can’t bust now. Not yet. Even if the tightness and heat of her pussy pushes me off the edge of a mountain. Her pussy is so warm, so fucking warm, fat, and wet. Gosh, I don’t ever think I can be without this pussy. 

 I throw my head back and savor this feeling, but Y/N had other plans for me. 

 “Remember to look at me when I’m riding you, Ren,” she coos. “Eyes on me, baby. I want you to see how much I love this dick inside my pussy.”

 Fucking Christ. “Tell me how much you love it while bouncing on me.”

 And she does just that. Telling me how big and girthy I am, that she’s sorry for giving me attitude and admits that she just wanted dick. But no. I want her to fuck me like she’s mad. I need that type of energy pumping through my veins after this win tonight. 

 I reassure Y/N and tell her to fuck me harder. Her pace quickens and slaps her ass fervently against my cock. I can’t stop moaning her name. The wet slippery noises coming from her pussy increases in volume and it creates a mess between us. 

 This is where I belong, deep in her pussy and feeling her walls squeeze the hell out of me. I don’t even hold her hips or waist. I relax comfortably with my arms sprawl over the top of her couch, watching how gorgeous she looks while fucking what’s hers. 

 “Oh, fuck, Renji,” she moans, tugging her lips inwards and lolling her head to the side in complete pleasure.

 Those perfect, full tits bounces in my face and I can’t help but stare and become mesmerized. Light marks that resemble tiger stripes decorated the valley of breasts. Her nipples, pebbled and straining underneath my gaze, look desperate for my touch.

 I take it upon myself to pinch them between my fingers and a soft shriek escapes her mouth, further arching her back. 

 Y/N keeps getting wetter by the second, every bounce she makes. And hearing her sticky arousal, I know and see how she’s creaming my cock.  Purposely, I sit myself on the couch, thrusting up in her a bit to feel my head hit her g spot.

 “Ren, help me little,” she begs through a whimper. “Fuck me back.”

 I caress her cheeks with the back of my head. “Yeah? You want me to help you, sweetheart?”

 “Please.”

 God, I love it when she’s needy for me like this. 

 In no time, my hands are at her waist and my thrusts meet with her jumping movements. Y/N isn't loud when it comes to her sounds of pleasure. Vocal, yes. But right now, her moans and whimpers are louder than usual. 

 It’s like she needed my dick inside of pussy just as much as I needed it. 

 I see the desire in her brown hues. I feel the heat radiating off Y/N’s skin while my fingers dig into her flesh, holding her in place to pound upwards into her pussy. 

 This is what I wanted—to fuck my girl after a well deserved win. And she’s going to congratulate me how I want. 

 My lips are at her neck leaving wet kisses and sucking her flesh until purple specks form. “Coming home to this good fucking pussy. Gosh, I love how you feel, angel. Going to fucking mean it now when you say congrats?”

 “Congratulations, baby,” she purrs, slamming harder on my cock. “You did good… so damn good, Ren.”

 I hum, dragging my tongue along her neck. “That’s what I wanted to hear.”

 Y/N continues to gasps out her pleas for me to fuck harder. I comply… I comply in helping my pretty girl come and savor the look when she washes over me. My grips are firm on her waist, betting that’ll leave marks when she wakes up the next poor, and drive my cock deeper into her pussy.

 I’m in pure awe. I feel my own releasing catching up to me the more I watch her take me. This is my woman. My fucking girl. I come home to this every night after every fight to hold her in my arms and fuck her. 

 Her name from my mouth sounds like a broken record when I moan her name. This fat, gushy, slick and tight pussy has this power over me. She won’t stop fucking squeezing me, I can’t prevent my face from growing hot. It’s intense how I feel right now, and it’s all because of Y/N.

 “Good, good fucking pussy. God, you’re so fucking good to me, angel face,” I rasp, pecking her lips. “You’re going to come for me?”

 “Yes, Renji, baby. I’m going to come. Keep giving me that dick. Please don’t stop, please.”

 “Put your fingers in my mouth.” She does quick with my command. I suck on her digits and coat them well with saliva before pushing them out of my mouth. “Now rub your clit, pretty girl. I wanna see you squirt everywhere.”

 Because she’s overwhelmed with arousal, Y/N stops bouncing on my cock and allows me to fuck her while she plays with clit. Her mouth hangs gape, drool slightly coating the side of her mouth and breathing heavily. 

 My balls slap her ass. My head kisses her soft cushion repeatedly. Her velvet walls transfer warmth to my cock and the bubble that rests in the pit of my stomach is on the verge of explosion.

 I’m about to come. Hard.

 But I need her to come first.

 “Fucking come for me, Y/N. Keep playing with that pretty pussy and moan my name,” I grit out, pushing past all my thrusts. 

 “Right there, Renji. Keep fucking me right there… I’m–oh, fuck–I’m coming.”

 She’s so pretty when she comes. Dark brown porcelain complexion, slick with sweat. Eyes rolling to the back of her head. Pussy clenching and unclenching around my cock. Moaning, whimpering my name back to back. 

She’s breathless. Flawless. I have this image of her painted perfectly in my mind. Watching Y/N come, makes me come, so I make quick work to pull her off my lap. And she knows exactly what I want–to fuck my release down her throat.

 Her mouth is as warm as her pussy, and I let out hitched breaths and harsh grunts when she swallows me whole. I’m relentless when forcing her head down on my cock as I facefuck her. The gurgling noises she makes are obscene. Pornogrpahic, even. 

 And what caused my come to shoot through her mouth is seeing that she’s still massaging her clit, eventually squirting all over her wooden floors. 

 My hips stutter and I throw my head back to moan into the air. “Fuck, Y/N! That’s my fucking girl. Look at you making a mess while choking on my cock and swallowing my come.”

 Y/N takes it upon herself to wrap her lips tighter around my cock and massage my balls, ensuring every single last of my nut has released in her mouth. I take it for a while, but I soon become sensitive, practically feeling my skin being sucked off.

 “Easy now, angel,” I say through an airy chuckle. I pull my cock out and her mouth echoes a pop sound. 

 She whines a little because I’m no longer in her mouth and it causes me to smirk because it wasn’t too long ago where she acted like she hated me. 

 My hand grasps her chin and guides it upwards to meet with my eyes. “You swallowed for me, Y/N? Open up.” She nods, sticking her tongue out. “Perfect.”

 “You’re going to fuck me again?” She asks, catching her bottom lip between her teeth.”

 Gosh, this woman will be the death of me.

tags: @dejwrld @hvshinas @diamondoidxx @xxjazzxx @thegirlwonder1 @ryukenzz @maiapuhpaia @elitesanjisimp @amyrahrose @sweetpeachies @abigolemess @linastired @diorsbrando @starrygetou @niya729 (if i didn't tag you it's because tumblr wouldn't have your user pop up)

[kithtaehyung]

▶ 9 Days of Yoongi by @cyphernet | fave lyrics/verses  ⤷ "never mind, never mind” 

[radioiaci]

I'm gonna be a little selective in live replies today because I'm tired BUT- @circus-frog and I are open to anyone who might be interested in interacting with either of us in the universe where these two are an 'item' (probably super obvious to anyone at the hotel) because it would be FUN. Feel free to reply to this if that interests you at all and give my Fizzy a follow ! ! ! ! ~ Could be good for some drama with any Blitz, Vox, or anyone else at the hotel honestly.

[belovedstill]

svsss 10th anniversary snippets ◀ [ 2/7 ] ▶

If there was one thing the original goods could do well, it was painting.

He was, of course, also well-versed in subterfuge, angry hatred, and attracting 'scheming bastard!' flags left and right. And in making the Sect Leader look like a kicked dog. And in raising everybody's blood pressure. And in avoiding any shred of human kindness. And in—

Anyway. He was good in many things that currently don't serve Shen Qingqiu well, but at least his muscles remembering the movements and amount of pressure to put on a paintbrush for quality paintwork is quite neat!

In his past life, Shen Yuan couldn't draw for shit. His only genuine attempt at an illustration for his then-5-year-old sister's favourite fairy tale was met with frightened sobbing and countless nights spent sharing his bed with her whenever she woke up from yet another nightmare induced by his terrible scribbles. (In his defense, the monster terrorising the town was the coolest thing in that story.)

Having his disciples ohh and ahh at the simple scrolls he paints is quite the difference from terrified tears. If you ask him, he quite enjoys it! The best thing about being able to draw well, though, is getting to finally draw his own fanart—

"What's Shizun painting?"

—away from where anybody can see!

He very gracefully slams his hand over the scroll, completely intentionally smudging the dash of diluted red ink he's just applied to the smiling lips of the pained Luo Binghe as his husband looks over his shoulder. He hasn't even heard him come in!

"Is that...?"

"No," Shen Qingqiu says immediately and for a good measure flips the page over. The small bowl with red ink topples over and spills.

Binghe's breath hitches next to his ear.

Despite being the Peak Lord of the Qing Jing Peak, or maybe exactly because of it, Shen Qingqiu has always been aware that scroll paper is a finite resource and shouldn't be wasted. That's why when he draws in private he uses up every blank spot. The other side of the painting is filled with countless sketches of Luo Binghe in various poses and states of undress. Sleeping. Cooking. Fighting. Commanding. With a laugh on his lips, or tears in his eyes, or suggestive tension rising in the arch of his eyebrows.

"Shizun..."

Shen Qingqiu slowly reaches for his fan, unfolds it, and presses his entire face against it.

Binghe lays his gentle hands on Shen Qingqiu's tense shoulders and presses his forehead against his temple.

"Is this how Husband sees me?"

Any answer would be damning! No, this husband does not see Luo Binghe, the man above all men, as a mess of rough, imperfect, rushed lines! Yes, he does look close enough to commit every minor detail to memory! Anybody would!

For some reason, that final thought settles heavily in his stomach. He turns his head slightly, so his forehead rests against Binghe's.

"Mn."

"Does he, really?" There's a teasing edge in Luo Binghe's voice and Shen Qingqiu knows, even with his eyes closed, that the look on his face must be truly ungodly. "Husband should look whenever he likes."

"...Mn."

"He should open his eyes and look now, too."

Not a chance! Shen Qingqiu does the only thing that ever truly distracts the tempting husband of his: he leans in and steals his lips in a kiss, and holds them captive until they yield in sweet surprised surrender.

The scroll paper gets torn, the fan forgotten aside, and both of them end up with red-ink fingerprints all over their skin.

[bledtitanium]

Alexian froze, her breath hitching in her chest. She knew the risk they were running. Coming here, and trying to fool a Dragon of all things. It had been voiced, several times over, by now. She didn't want to go down this route. The Dragon King was not going to allow them anywhere near his daughters egg. And she couldn't blame him. She didn't want to put a father through this type of stress. Her own children had died, to an attack on her home soil. She knew the pain, but Alyssa was sure it would work.

And The Unicorn knew that she was only trying to help her, rebuild her Land again. It was needed, to restore the light in the world. The 9 hells were going to claim the souls, of every creature here if it wasn't handled soon. Gortash and Orion were the reason behind the removal of the protection veil. They had found a weakness , and made haste. So Alexian was sure the dead 3 wanted her extinct. But as far as those two knew , she had been killed that day as well. So it was only a matter of time before they found a way to snuff out the light, but they weren't stupid.

Sooner or later, they would realize the sun wasn't being turned to darkness because she still was alive. That was why Alyssa was trying so hard to restore her lands and bring the veil back up. But Alexian alone couldn't keep the world safe, with just her. The light wasn't as strong , much like the Bifrost with the elves. It needed more of her kind to make it flourish. Right now she needed to calm the dragon and save her mage. She felt Alyssa's fear, but also her strength, as the mage fought against the fingers about her throat. The mage began to gasp for air, trying to choke out her plea to the King of Dragons. Pushing at the claws that she could feel penetrating her throat.

❝ ---- P - please, your majesty. I, I mean no harm. ------ ❞

The queen didn't waste any time, it was clear the king wasn't going to stop until he had the mage choked. Sky blue eyes flashed, going from those bright blues to a swirl of rainbow colors. Chin lifted, as Alexian whispered words unknown to anyone outside of the unicorn kingdom. Only a few rare creatures could understand what they spoke.

The long dress slowly began to fade away, as the woman formed into a unicorn. And a swirl of white light erupted around her., opening a portal to where the mage was. Sparkless of gold and white popped around the portal as a Unicorn walked through. Stopping before the dragon. She didn't move, the unicorn didn't move, didn't make a sound as it stared the dragon down. And her voice invaded his head.

❝ NO, stop, let her go. She means no harm, she is only looking out for my safety. She learned that your daughters egg could restore my kingdom, and raise my staive again. ❞

@bloodlct cont <3 <3

[c1tyhaunts]

GOOD EVENING WHORES - THE VERSES PAGES FOR ALL MUSES ARE ACTIVE!!!!

[silencedbeats-moved]

i can't even imagine how ruthless KNetizens and some interviewers would be towards HEARTSTEEL, aphelios in particular? Like even watching some interviews with my favorite band and the interviewers are just dicks??? out of nowhere???

and the antis, ugh. just awful.